7 comments/ 21204 views/ 4 favorites In Free-Fall By: teddy2horse Please note, all the names are fake because I didn't want to put anybody in a bad position, and this, this is a story of that ageless concept. * It was a beautiful drop. We were no Golden Knights, so as rank amateurs we felt pretty proud at having managed to put together a six-man star. Actually, five men and one woman, but that woman might just as well have been another man. I looked up as the UH-I we'd managed to secure for the day, flew overhead with another load of jumpers. It was a good thing that we were military because as civilians we'd never have been able to afford this kind of ride. Anyway, back to our star -- we'd closed it in under forty seconds, leaving us a whole ten seconds to fly it, break apart and dump parachutes to land safely. We were by no means National Competition quality, I mean, we still had to cut it down by twenty seconds to even be considered as a competitive team, but -- Damn, it felt good! On the walk back to the assembly area, I collected Joyce and Spiller and we gabbed about how we'd come in and what we each thought we should be doing to close faster, and cut our times down. Closer to the assembly area, I spotted a few new parachutes, the popular model was the Para-Commander. Squares, the ram-airs were just beginning to gain a recognition and I noticed that one of the new parachutes was a Square. I dropped my Para-Commander, my "PC," in a clear spot, stripped off my jumpsuit and walked over to have a look at, and maybe, try to borrow it for a quick drop. I'd never jumped with one and I really wanted to try it out. My eyes were too full of parachute to notice the good-looking chubby brunette seated on the parachute harness. The equipment, as it turned out, belonged to a good friend of mine named William Jackson. Jackson had more money than brains, I used to say. His parents back home in Biloxi owned a real estate business and whatever he wanted they got for him. He and I talked parachutes, characteristics and performance of the ram-air compared to the Para-Commander. Because he was a friend, I mentioned that I'd like to try and fly it, one of these days. He hinted that he might let me use it next weekend since he was having some surgery on his knee the Friday before. I told him that I'd certainly love the opportunity. I finally noticed the pretty lady sitting on his parachute harness maintaining back pressure for him to properly pack the parachute. The brunette was very good-looking and my type of woman. She had a nice-sized rack, somewhere in the larger 40's and probably double-D's, beautifully rounded side and wide-hipped and black, probably Jackson's girlfriend, I thought. I smiled at her and said hi, she smiled and said hi back. Jackson looked around and told her to tighten it back a little more. She pushed her heels into the ground and pushed back, adding pressure to the lines. He looked at me and back at her and said for me to keep my hands to myself whenever I was around his sister. I chuckled and stood, I had "the Duty" that night and had to report in by 1700 which was about an hour away. "Hello, Jackson's sister," I smiled at her again, "my name is Martìn Garcìa, but I'll let you call me Marti." "Gina," she smiled as Jackson shook his head, "short for Regina Jackson." "Well, Miss Gina," I smiled, "are you staying with your brother?" I shoved my arms into the sleeves of the shirt I'd been carrying, "breaking starch" as I talked and adjusted the SDNCO brassard on my sleeve. "Yes," she smiled up at me, "yes I am," she kept smiling and looking up at me sideways, "are you always so "on" with people?" she suddenly asked. "Okay, Gina," Jackson spoke up, "I'm done here, get off so I can stow the lines." "Yes, SIR," she laughed at him, "yes, I am," she answered me. I reached down and helped her up onto her feet. She was very pretty, she was short and, like I said my style of woman, short and adorably plumpish, not fat, far from it, just small and nicely rounded. "Good," I grinned holding my ground and standing less than a hand's width from her heavy tits. "Answer her, Garcìa," Jackson called without turning, "are you always so "on," huh?" he threw the bagged parachute into the back-pack. "I'll answer for him," Jackson grinned cruelly, hoping to destroy my chances with his sister, "in one word, yes. When it comes to women, he's always "on," so watch him carefully." "May I call you?" I ignored Jackson, "I've got the "dirty duty" tonight, but I'm off after my night's duty and I'd like to call and see if we can't go have lunch or something." "Hmm," she teased, "what do you say William, should I talk to this man?" she continued to smile, so I knew what the answer was going to be regardless of what "William" said. I smiled right back at her as I pulled my beret on my head. "No!" he called vehemently, "not just no, but HELL NO!" he quickly slipped the locking pins home and stowed the pilot chute that was the rip-cord, something that was beginning to gain favor with skydivers, "that goddamn sneaky pete'll have your drawers hanging from his belt before you even realize he's trying to get what's in 'em!" "Okay," she smiled, "call me around ten-ish, I like shrimp, okay?" "I don't know why I even bother," Jackson muttered turning away. I gave her the three-fingered boy scout salute. "Are you really a Green Beret?" "Special Forces," I responded automatically, "Green Berets are head-gear, and yes, I'm a certified, card-carrying Special Forces trooper, and I can even show you my Special Forces coin." "Okay, Mr. Card--Carrying Special Forces trooper," Jackson stood up, towering over me, "enough's enough, don't you have to leave about now?" "Tomorrow," Gina laughed, "okay?" "Absolutely," I grinned and checked my watch. I had fifteen minutes to make my fifteen minute briefing before assuming the responsibility for the battalion. Jackson stood there glowering fiercely. I thumped him in the belly and turned to walk to my car, smiling at Gina as I did. "Yowp!" Jackson grunted, bending a little. I could hear Gina, "aw, William, I'm old enough to take care of myself," and she giggled. The duty was pretty routine, I issued travel orders to several soldiers departing on leaves, supervised the clean -up crew, fellow soldiers performing penance under Article 15's, made my entries in the log, and was chewing out a pissed-off junior NCO who didn't believe that he had to physically handle a mop on the cleanup crew because he "was an NCO." I was informing him, in rather crude terms, the error in his line of thinking, that he was on punishment cleanup duty which meant that he had no rank in this situation. I was in the middle of my tirade and just hitting my stride when Jackson's voice sounded behind me. "At ease, Sergeant," he bawled out in his deep bass voice, "we have a lady on the post." "To your duty," I interrupted myself. The buck sergeant gave me a dirty look, but he was a professional and took his mop. "Sergeant Jackson," I roared, turning to him, fully prepared to lay in on him as well, but there was Gina looking wide-eyed at me. She did have a lovely pair of hazel eyes. Suddenly she smiled, dazzling me with it's brilliance. "Isn't what you told him a physical impossibility," she began to laugh as she recalled what I'd been suggesting to the young sergeant. I didn't even blink, "he's a professional, and if I require it of him, he'll get it done," at that Jackson roared in laughter, Gina joined him, and I soon joined in, seeing the absurdity of my last statement. She walked up to me and slipped an arm around my waist, wiping the tears of laughter off her face with the other. Jackson's laughter stopped as soon as he saw my arm drape around her shoulders. "Oh, go do your paperwork," she waved him off, "I'll wait for you right here with Marti while you do it, you don't need my distractions," "I don't know why I even bother," Jackson muttered as he strode away. I stepped into the Battalion Commander's office and borrowed his well cushioned office chair, and set it beside mine. She thanked me and I told her that she was very welcome. I quickly made the required notations in the duty log and picked up the phone, entered the Brigade net, and waited to report to the Brigade Duty Officer. "Third Battalion, Negative SitRep," I stated when my turn came, listening to him say, "roger, roger, Third Battalion Negative SitRep, over." "Third Battalion, off the net, out," I hung up. "Ooh, military talk," she grinned. "Absolutely," I smiled at her, "nothing but military talk on a military installation," she laughed again. "I've got to make an inspection round of the building," I stood up after making the required notations, "walk with me?" I held out a hand to her. "Ooh, yes," she smiled suspecting what I felt like doing, were I given half a chance. I usually started in the basement and worked my way up, get a view of the "lake" by the Rod and Gun Club, but I thought it over and started the tour upstairs. I checked the various areas that a good fire-watch was required to check, checking the various coffee pots to make sure they were unplugged, no classified documents were out in the open, and the clean-up crews were doing their jobs properly. I kept up a steady conversation, finding out a lot more about her than she probably wanted to say. She was 26 had a 12 year old girl and a 10 year old boy. It had taken her to the age of 17 before she "learned her lesson." The girl's name was Natasha and the boy's name was Joshua. It kind of surprised me that she had a 12 year old, she must have been around 14 when she had her. It didn't stop anything, I figured that at least she knew what was what and wouldn't be surprised by "things." So we went on. I checked the areas the cleaning crew had finished, that way once they were done, all I'd have to check were the downstairs areas. My last check on our impromptu tour was in the basement, making sure that the electric switching for the furnace and air conditioning were functional. There was also a stack of mattresses down there, along with bedding and cots. In case of necessity or national or natural emergencies, the staff had something to sleep on. Gina prodded the mattresses as I looked over the switches and inspected the rest of the basement. I switched off the flashlight, an L shaped military light, as I turned. She lay back on the stacked mattresses, her sandals off and a knee bent as she lay there. Her skirt had slid down the upraised knee, showing what looked like a pair of black panties underneath. "Ya done foolin' around, soulja boy," she asked in a husky voice. "Yeah," I grinned running my eyes appreciatively over her curvaceous body. She smiled sexily up at me as I stepped up to her. "Gimme a taste, honey doll," she murmured, "tomorrow I'm gonna fuck your brains out, but tonight just gimme a taste," she opened her legs and I realized that she wasn't wearing any panties, just her black bush. "Just a taste?" I echoed excitedly unbuttoning my fatigue trousers and letting my suddenly stiff cock out into the open air. "Ooh," she whispered, "nice. Just put it right her," she patted her pussy, "gimme a taste," and she pulled me by the hips, guiding me where she wanted it. I didn't want to lie down, so I pulled her hips around so she lay crosswise on the mattresses and lifted her heavy thighs up, laying her heels on my shoulders. "Ss-ss-ss, ooh, yas, baby," she whispered. I was stiff and so hard that I hurt. Without hesitation, and wondering how long Jackson upstairs, would be, I thrust my cock between her dusky pussy lips. "Wha-ha-ooh," she cried out, "oh, baby, yes, sir, that feels goo-ood," she sighed and reached down to caress my arms. She felt a little loose, but she was soft and warm inside, and besides, most sex is in the mind, anyway. I slowly built up the tempo as I pounded into her. She cried out then grunted as she came for the first time. I was in a rush, I thought I heard a chair scraping upstairs and footsteps. She came again, wailing softly in her pleasure. I slammed into her harder and harder until I finally unloaded my cum-load in her pussy. "Aaa-agg-gg-ghh-hh," she groaned trying to keep her voice down, "oh, God, that was good," she whimpered, and suddenly cocked her ear, I had heard it too, "oh, God he's coming downstairs, isn't he?" I hurriedly pulled up my drawers and fatigue trousers, buckled my belt and threw my pistol belt back around my waist. Gina was fumbling around, still a little dazed from her several orgasms, trying to find her panties. I spotted the red pair of bikinis on the floor beside the mattresses and hurriedly handed them to her. She stared at them dopily, turning them over and over in her hands, trying to figure out which way was up, still under the influence of those short intense cums. Her pussy was oozing my cum so I grabbed the panties and shoved them up her sodden pussy, using a couple of fingers to tamp them in and pulled her to her feet. My fingers up her pussy must have done the trick, because she flinched with the thrill and stood up. She gave me a quick tongue as I pulled her to the stairs and had her grab the back of my pistol belt as I started up the stairs. ". . . so we have to make sure that all the switches are on, or else the air con . . ." I looked up, "Sergeant Jackson!' I acted surprised, "I was just finishing up an impromptu tour of the place with your sister." He glared at us suspiciously for a few seconds, staring from one to the other then back again. We tried to look as innocent as cherubs, but we must have been giving off warm vibes. "Hmph!" he turned and walked back upstairs, "I don't know why I even bother," he mumbled. "Where was I," I looked back and grinned, winking at her. She giggled, walking with her thighs tight together, "you were saying about all the switches being on for something," she smiled and let go of the pistol belt, instead she ran her hand down my ass and slipped it between my legs to caress my cock. "Yes," I hopped a little, "air conditioning, heating and some other crap," I reached down and grabbed her fingers between my legs. She giggled and we grab-assed a little on the way up. She asked for the bathroom and I showed her to The Commandant's bathroom and went back to make my entries in my Duty NCO Log. She came out walking a little straighter a few minutes later. I stood and walked toward her, hearing Jackson's thumping boot steps. "Don't forget, call me in the morning," she called as he grabbed her hand and yanked her out with him. She smiled and touched my hand, passing me her cum soaked panties as she hopped to keep from being yanked off her feet. His nose was pretty good, so chances were that he had smelled the unmistakable odor of sex on both of us. "Will do," I waved. She waved back as Jackson jerked the car into gear. I snuck a sniff and shoved the panties in my pocket. The rest of the night went by a little faster, I had enjoyed our little tryst, in spite of having to rush, and I was looking forward to getting off in the morning. Yeah, getting off and getting off a couple more times. I grinned to myself. The cleaning crew finally got to the Duty Office at about the same time I needed to call in to the Brigade Duty Officer with my Negative SitRep and stepped out of the room to let them clean in peace. I threw open the side door and found the young buck sergeant standing there with a cigarette in his hand. "Is your tour done, sergeant," I stared at him. "Ah, well, sarge, I ah . . . " "Smoke your cigarette and report back to me, I'll write you a clean bill for your First Sergeant," I turned back to go in. "Uh, Sarge," he stopped me. "Yes?" "Thanks, I appreciate that, Sarge." I stopped at the door and looked back at him, "was that you that tossed the milk on that dumb-ass lieutenant?" "Um, yeah, sure was," he half-grinned. "Damn pussy," I frowned at him, "should'a slugged him instead," I strode back into the Duty Office. I wrote up the Disposition Form for the Sergeant Jeffrey Owens and set it aside, pulled out the latest James Bond book I had started and sat back reading the same line over and over, remembering Gina's soft, hot pussy. Damn, it was good. Around 0400 I called in my last report to Brigade and the young Sergeant Owens stepped up with the cleaning crew. He asked if there was any other instructions. I told him that as far as I was concerned, they were done. Just clean up your gear and put it away and they could go take a nap in the coffee room until 0600. They all smiled and said "thanks, Sarge" and ambled out. Sergeant Owens turned as well, but I called him back. "Sergeant," I handed him the Disposition Form, "now, I'm just talking, okay?" he nodded, "but had it been me and that jack-ass lieutenant had pulled that stunt on me, I would have hit him so hard, it would have taken him several days to wake up, you know what I mean?" he nodded again and started to say something, I fended him off with a hand, "I'm still just talking. Now I'm a combat soldier, Sergeant Owens, I'm not some piss-ant that stands there and waits for a boot to come crushing it's little world into oblivion. I have my pride as a combat soldier and no one will step on it. I would have taken the punishment for taking him down, but I guarantee you he would have never pulled that shit again," I waved him away, not wanting to listen to anymore of his whining. At 0530 I walked into the break room and told them to go, it was close enough to 0600 and breakfast was being served now. There was no hesitation. Sergeant Owens looked at me, cocked a thumb up and smiled. "I am a combat soldier, Sarge," and he strode out of there with his shoulders squared back and his head held high. "Fucking leg!" I snorted under my breath shaking my head. I closed out my log as the Battalion XO walked in with the Sergeant Major. I saluted the XO and turned in my paperwork to the Sergeant Major. "Everything go okay?" Sergeant Major asked. "Eminently," I grinned thinking of Gina last night and looking forward to Gina this afternoon. He gave me an odd look, shook his head and told me to "get the fuck" out of there and go get some sleep. He didn't have to tell me twice, I grabbed my reading material and notepad and walked out whistling "A Happy Tune." I swung by my Company Orderly Room and reported to First Sergeant. He released me from duty for the day and I made my way home, a small apartment in Silver City by Raeford. -------------------------------------------- I had showered and cleaned up, laying back in my skivvis figuring on a nap until 0930 or so then getting on the phone to Jackson's quarters. Jackson's wife was tight with the pennies, so she had them in on-post quarters to save money, never mind that his folks kept them in the "style to which he'd become accustomed." She was putting every penny she could get into a savings account. I guess she was putting back for a "rainy day" when and if Jackson wasn't around. He had drawn the line when it came to his skydiving activities. She kept her nose out of his sports and he let her have his paychecks to put away. Anyway as I said, I was relaxing in my skivvies and had the morning news on when the phone rang. I groaned, usually when it rang this soon after a duty night meant bad news. I sat up and sighed figuring I'd have to get back into my fatigues and head back on post. Instead, I heard a soft breathy female voice. "Hi, Marti," it sounded like Melanie, but not quite, Melanie's voice was a little more husky, besides she'd gone to visit her folks in Tennessee. "I enjoyed last night," Gina's sensuous voice caressed my ears as I grinned, "I just wanted to thank you, it was goo-oo-ood." In Free-Fall "Yes, well, I do my best work under pressure, what you up to?" I leaned back onto the cushions and gripped my rapidly stiffening dick, her voice had created an instant memory in it -- her soft, yielding pussy, the way her dusky pussy lips rolled open to reveal her salmon-pink inner flesh -- um-m um, good! "Not a lot," I could hear the smile in her voice, "just remembering last night and scratching my pussy," she paused and sighed, "thinking of you got it all itchy and I wanted some more." "Well, I'm just sitting here in my skivvies getting ready for a nap," I spoke low and growly hoping she'd rise to the bait, "figured on calling you, then," I grinned. "Ooh, a nap," she paused and grunted, "um, ahh-hh," she broke me instead. "How about if I come get you and we spend the day here at my apartment?" I was stroking but I didn't want to waste a good hard-on in my hand. "Ooh, yas,"she sounded as if her round little tail was wagging, "how long?" "About 20 minutes," I grinned, it was about a 35 minute drive, but I figured most of it was on post, so 80 miles an hour wouldn't hurt. "Make it 25, I have to get a shower." "25 it is." "Um-m, baby, I can hardly wait," she pressed a kiss into the phone and I responded in kind. As the line went dead, I jumped into a pair of jeans and into my boots, not bothering with another shirt, the tee shirt was enough. It took 26 minutes to get there, I got out and walked toward the front door, but Gina was already sauntering down the sidewalk, her wide hips swinging sexily. I turned and walked back to my car and grabbed the passenger door open. She might be a slutty cunt-scratching bitch, but she was still a woman, and I treated women with courtesy. She stepped up to me before getting in and pressed her ample chest into my ribs as she reached up and pulled me down to her red-painted lips. I put a hand around her head and sent my tongue tingling between her lusciously full lips. "Um-m-m!" she grinned up at me, "I'm gonna love leaving a lipstick ring around your cock. I just smiled appreciatively. "Get in, sit down and shut up," I couldn't stop smiling, "or so help me, I'll take you right here on the sidewalk." "Ooh, kinky aren't we?" she giggled as she plunked her butt on the seat, "I love a dominant man!" I slammed the door shut. My car was a small sports car, a Fiat 850 Spyder, and it liked to fly. I had called in to the Chinese restaurant on Cliffdale Road so all I had to do was swing by and pick up lunch. It was early, but they liked the money, and they catered to the third shifters at the textile plant down the road. We swung in and as I got out to get the food, I leaned back like usual to throw my feet out and she grabbed my face again, pulling me backwards and smeared lipstick all over my lips and mustache. I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows at her and went in without wiping it off. I set the food on her lap and we continued on. She moved the food to the floorboard between her legs and reached over and took my hand in both her small ones and smiled up at me. "Hurry," she mouthed at me and pulled my hand into her crotch. She pulled it under the skirt she wore and rubbed my fingers on her bare pussy, she wasn't wearing any panties. I opened my hand, the middle finger spreading her soft lips, squeezing and kneading the sides with the other fingers and palm of my hand, burying my middle finger as deep as I could into her. She gasped and bent as if cramping, pulling on my hand, wanting to shove it deeper in her. "So who's got the kids," I asked quietly and maliciously squeezed her pussy hard, my finger still up her twat. "Hm?" she looked up at me blankly, "what?" her mind couldn't grasp the conversation while her cunt was full of hand. "Who's got your kids," I kneaded her pussy again, frigging her with my finger. "Uh," she gasped, "uh, oh-hh-hh, baby," she hit the first cum on my hand. "My babies?" she asked blankly, mindlessly repeating my words. "Your folks got the babies?" I asked in a deliberately conversational tone. "Um-mm-mah-hh," she grunted, "yes! Yes! Oh, yes-ss! That's righ-- righ-- right," she sighed and leaned back. She remained spraddle-legged but she let go of my hand and leaned her elbow on the door resting her head in that hand. She caressed and stroked my arm as I continued to knead and massage her soft loose folds. "Damn, honey baby," she smiled softly, "ain' no niggah evah had me this hot — oh, chile!!" she whispered, "not one." "Just getting you all het up, sugar," I grinned at her. "You done did it, baby, you done did it!" she wanted to snuggle but the Spyder wasn't made for snuggling with the center console, "hurry, I need ya dick -- bad." I pulled my hand free, to shift, it was wet with her love juices. My seats had fabric linings and I regretted not having gotten those sheepskin covers. I figured that I was going to be smelling her pussy for a long time. Oh, well, it could smell worse. I turned in on my street and then into my driveway. It was a 12 apartment multiplex and I lived up on the third floor. At the second floor landing, Gina put her hands on her hips and stopped. "You know, if I didn't want you so bad . . ." she let it trail off. "Why didn't you say so," I laughed, "you could have taken the lift." "What!?" she shrieked, "there's an elevator?" she was flabbergasted. "No, of course not," I grinned and bent putting my shoulder in her belly and lifted her up on it, "I said lift." "Woo-oof!" she blew air as I balanced her on my shoulder. With our lunch in one hand and her on my shoulder, I walked up the last two flights. She was a hefty little girl, 5-2 or so and maybe a hundred and eighty or so. I could shoulder press two-hundred-twenty so she was a little lighter. She fussed and pedaled her cute little feet, demanding to be let down. I got to my door still holding her on my shoulder. She was gasping and complaining that she couldn't breath. I got the door unlocked and with the food in one hand, kicked it shut behind me. I continued to the bedroom, setting the food just outside the door and flipped her onto the mattress. She gasped and held her ribs as I shoved her dress up and spread her legs. She pulled her knees up and opened wide for me. "Oh," she moaned as I buried my face in her kinky-haired bush, "oh-hh-hh." She suddenly screamed her enthralled delight as I ran my tongue up her juicy center, larruping all the way up her gushing split and nipping her hard clittie. "Oh-h! Oh-h!" she cried out, "Oh-hh, fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Goddamme babee-ee!" she screeched her hands trembling as she gently took my head, "oh, godam, godam, godam, goDAMme," she moaned her hips bouncing into my face. She dropped her shaking hands onto my head, ruffling my hair gently. Then, suddenly grabbing, she shoved her pussy hard into my nose. She grunted like a little pig and cried out as she came. "Oh, fuck baby," she calmed a little so I trailed my lips up her dusky belly and sucked on her outie as I moved up, my hard cock itching to get into her soft folds. "You sure you ain't black?" she grinned. "You want me to be black, I'll be black for you," I grinned opening the front of my jeans and laying out my cock. "NO!" she jerked my ears, "no, never," she wrinkled her nose at me, "ain't no black man does what you do," she shook her head, "damn!" she pulled my face to hers tasting and smelling her lust on my face. "Shit," she tongued my lips and nose, "shit." "Tasted better than that," I took possession of her lips with mine. "Um? Do what?" she was lost again. "Nuttin." Her knees were still up, and I pushed them flat to the sides as I dragged myself up her belly. "You make me cum on your face and now that I'm about cummed out you wanna fuck?" her voice sounding insulted, her lascivious smile denying her words. "Yep," I agreed happily, "gonna fuck your brains out, I believe you said, so start fucking my brains out, big mouth," I recaptured her lips with mine, lining my cock up on her gaping lips. "Oh, baby," she whispered seriously, "just fuck me. Goddam, you're nothing but mean." "Yep," I rolled my hips up burying my cock in her soft yielding pussy up to the hilt. "Ah-hh-hh, yes-ss-ss," she gasped. I plowed her soft, yielding furrow hunching my back to be able to reach her soft and vulnerable throat and shoulders. I pulled the straps of her dress to the sides, and pushed her bra up over her full pendulous breasts. We still hadn't bothered to undress my jeans were bunched up around my thighs and my tee shirt was rucked up under my chin. Her hands trembled as she pulled me into her, kneading my shoulders and upper arms digging her fingernails into them. I felt a fingernail break as she gripped my biceps with all her strength. I was too keyed up to last very long and I quickly blasted my hot cum deep into her belly. She opened her mouth as if to scream, gasping air shrilly. She ducked her head under my chin pulling herself tightly against my pecs. She shuddered as if doused with cold water as she came, then again she came and finally the third time she fell back, literally fainting in her ecstasy. Little mewling whimpers came from deep in her throat. My cock throbbed in her, pumping my last few squirts into her. "That," I slowly sagged on top of her, "was fucking good," "Oh, shit, Marti!" she gulped, "oh shit, oh shit, oh my fucking shit," she groaned, "fuck Marti, you ain't black, thank God," she shuddered and slipped her arms up around my chest, running her fingers up and down my back. We lay there catching our breaths for a while. A few minutes later, I started to roll off her, but she didn't want to let go. I bent to her neck and bit, leaving my teeth imprinted on her flesh. "Ow-w!" she grabbed her neck and slapped my shoulder. "I am Count dra-coola the chocolate lover," I grinned, rolling over and kicking my boots and socks off. "You are a vicious sonuvabitchin' vampire, alright," she giggled sitting up, too. "Pussy still itchy?" I dropped my jeans and reached for my shorts. Gina just giggled and jumped on my back, snuggling her face into the crook of my neck from behind. I was expecting it, but it still hurt. I fought my mind hard, and succeeded in ignoring her as she bit down. She bit harder but I didn't even squirm, I just pulled my shorts up to my knees and waited her out. She finally let go and as she examined the mark she'd left on me, I reached up and grabbed her soft nappy hair and leaned back pulling her by the hair over me, pressing my lips to hers before she could cry out. I let her go and she continued nibbling on my tongue. "Yes, sir," she leaned my head on her over-sized chest, "yes-sir, yes-sir, yes, yep, yes-ss-sir," she smiled into my upside down face. "Wanna take your clothes off," it wasn't a question, it was an order. "yes-sir," she smiled, pulling her bra the rest of the way off over her head, her dress following it. She hadn't been wearing panties so she didn't have those to fuss with. I stood up looking down at her curvaceously ample body. She knelt on the bed looking up a me eagerly. "Hungry?" I bent to her sweet lips. She let me kiss her gently and shook her head afterwards. "I'm not either," I kissed her again, "but I guess, we will be later," I kissed her again, "let me put the grub in the kitchen and — I gotta get a nap, baby, okay?" "Okay," her soft naturally tanned hands cupped my head as she presented her lips to me. "I'll take a nap with you, right here, okay?" "Suits me," I grinned, "I've set aside the whole day for you except for the nap I was supposed to get earlier," I pulled back and turned. I stepped out of the bedroom and grabbed the bag, she was right behind me, her whole body jiggling in her eagerness to please me. I opened the refrigerator and set the styrofoam plates inside. She caressed my butt and leaned back on the table in such a tempting position that I wanted to take her right there. Wanted to, but my cock only twitched and wouldn't rise any more. It had been temporarily bludgeoned into submission. I was physically tired both, from the long night and from our fast fuck session. The only concession I made was to run my hand caressingly over her well-tanned ass. It was a beautiful ass, so round and so full. She smiled up at me as I caressed it. "Marti," she padded after me, dogging my heels and grabbing my ass, "yes, ma'am?" She fisted her hips and gave me a pouty look. She just looked so cute that I had to lift her chin up and tongue her full lips. "Um-mm-mm," she smiled as I let her go, "then she shook her head, "Marti, I was just curious but, what's your rank, I still haven't figured out how to read the stripes," her hands dived down the front of my shorts taking my cock as I turned to her, "and those thingies and birds on the officers' collars are beyond me." "Having fun?" I glanced down towards her hands. "Uh-huh," she grinned almost shyly, "it's so pretty," she gushed, "I mean I've never seen one just this shade of brown, and -- I mean, I've had guys that were lots bigger and I mean some really humongous guys, but this one is so exciting -- I don't know why." I lifted her chin up again and pressed my lips to hers, "ever heard the saying "it ain't the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean" before?" "Um-hum," she nodded, "I just thought it was, like, an excuse," she frowned, "something that guys with small dicks said to feel better." She got me up half-hard and pulled it out, pressing it into her belly, then pressing forward, held it tight against me. "Maybe it is," I pulled her into a gentle hug, "what do you think," and I ran my hands down her flanks, cupping her round ass-cheeks, and pulling them into me. "I don't," she mumbled her hands working on my pecs and pinching and kissing my nipples, "I just know you're wonderful." "Um," I grunted, rubbing my cock on her belly, "my rank is Sergeant First Class, one and a half steps above your brother. He's a Staff Sergeant. I say one and a half above because I'm in the primary zone for promotion and I expect my promotion to Master Sergeant, maybe with a First Sergeant's assignment, any time now. There's no slots for any more Master Sergeants in Special Forces, since the cut-backs, that's why I figured a First Sergeant's assignment with my stripe," I picked up the remote control and clicked the TV on. "Oh," Gina half-closed her eyes and suckled on one of my nipples. "Had a kitten that used to do that," I grinned. "Hmm?" she kept suckling. I waltzed her to the couch and pulled her down with me. She cuddled into me, nestling her head against my chin. "How old are you, Marti?" "Umm?" I had started to doze off, "39, and before you ask, I've been in the Army 22 years," I closed my eyes again. "Wow, I was 4 when you came in. "Ep," I mumbled rolling onto my side pulling her against me again. She rolled also, putting her back to me and pulling my arms around her. I came to around about an hour later, Gina was snuggled like before, but we had a sheet over us. I took a fat breast in each hand and went back to sleep. She snuggled and adjusted her tits to get comfortable closed her eyes again. She felt good beside me, nice and warm, I kissed the top of her head snuggled her tighter to me, quickly falling back asleep. Gina was thinking hard, her hands over mine, holding them against her heavy breasts. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but it was for sure that she was feeling something that she'd never felt before. She wanted to cry from happiness, but she wasn't sure that she could be happy. She fell asleep, napping with Marti, thinking that the most she could hope for was for him to let her come around once in a while. She'd settle for that, she pulled one of his hands up to her lips and kissed it gently. He was just too wonderful to have a slut like her as anything but a part-time girlfriend. -------------------------------------------- I brought Gina out of her sleepy torpor slowly, pressing my hard and warm cock against her, spreading her dusky vulva apart. She adjusted her round ass and wiggled it back into me. "Baby's ready for some mo'?" she reached back and caressed my hip. "Um hmm," I growled. "Gonna fuck my brains out, huh, honey doll?" "Just gonna enjoy myself baby," I kissed the back of her dusky neck and pulled my hips back. "Want sumpin' tighter?" she wiggled her round rear into my crotch. "Um-m," I nipped the back of her sweet-cream coffee nape. "Baby, I know I'm pretty loose, what with two babies and all, but my ass-hole's always tight, want some?" she whispered sleepily. "No vaseline," I murmured, intrigued by the thought, I hadn't fucked an ass since high school when Toria Lenz had absolutely refused to give me some pussy after the senior prom. She had said that she was saving that for after marriage because she wanted to remain a virgin until then. Instead, she had presented me with her exquisite ass. Gina fumbled around on the floor and came up with small jar of the slick stuff. "I got it earlier," she mumbled and popped the lid. She dipped out a small finger full and reached back and greased my cock and her ass-hole. I'd gone in dry with Toria, and it had hurt us both, she hadn't had many cocks up her ass. "Ooh," Gina chuckled as she guided my cock into her warm tightness. The way black women give of themselves to their men has never failed to amaze me. They willingly open their souls to them black or white and invite what little love some give them and the heart breaks that so many others leave behind. This gentle offering of her ass to me because she felt that I might not get enough satisfaction from her soft pussy was just another example of it -- and I selfishly took it, pressing my stiff cock into her tight and warmly receptive ass. "Oh, God, sweetness," I groaned as I slipped into her warmly receptive colon. "Ah-h-h, yes, baby doll," she crooned, gently, "that's my wonderful hard cock," and pushed back eagerly. "Um-m-m," I breathed on the back of her soft neck, "so tight, baby girl, so tight." "Ah I bet you say that to all the girls," she chuckled huskily humping back into me, impaling her exquisite ass harder on my cock. I just gasped and punched a little harder into her. "Ss-ss-ss-ss, oh!" she gasped as I thrust harder into her. "Did it hurt, sugar," I gentled down my pounding cock. "Oh, baby, it hurt so good," she chuckled huskily pulling my arms around her plumply rounded body and cupping my hands on her soft, heavy tits. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she squealed quietly, "Um um-m, baby that's so goo-oo-ood!" she sighed as she shuddered and came quietly. "Here I come, baby," I hadn't lasted long again. "C'mon, baby," she smiled back at me, "talk is cheap, give it to me," she humped her ass back at me like a little bunny rabbit. I unloaded what I had in my balls into her tight ass, as she shuddered again. I envied her ability to cum several times while I could only cum in her once. She shoved her ass back into my hips and held it there as I shoved into her and came once more. I climbed into her ass shoving hard and squirting another load, then again a couple of more times before I just held her tightly and throbbed what I had left up her ass. "That's my baby," she whispered in satisfaction, "wasn't that good? Hmm?" she pushed back harder into me and sighed, wrapping my arms tighter around her short round body. "Um, hm-m, baby," I kissed the side of her face and began to pull back. "No, hon," she bumped her ass back into my hips, "leave it in for a while, just go back to sleep, my sweet sugar," she giggled, "make like a regular guy and just go to sleep." In Free-Fall I chuckled, "think you know us guys pretty good, do you?" "Oh, yeah," she giggled again, "now go back to sleep, baby." My balls comfortably drained, I fell back to sleep. It was nice, I thought, her nice warm body in my arms, my cock limp between a cushiony pair of ass-cheeks. I woke up around 5 PM feeling a warm dampness on my cock. I looked down to see Gina kneeling by my side, a warm, wet wash-cloth in her hands as she cleaned my cock off. "Hey, baby," she smiled and greeted me, "I hope you don't mind me having fun," she continued to clean me off. She wore my old terry-cloth bathrobe, a Christmas present from long ago. I hadn't used it since that first time and usually kept it hanging on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. I smiled and reached out a hand to caress her cheek. Then I opened my mouth and said the stupidest thing I could ever say. "Baby doll, why aren't you married? Why hasn't some guy snatched you up and shanghaied you off to be his woman?" She looked at me, her face didn't change expression, but her whole demeanor seemed to change and she said nothing at all. She finished cleaning me off and bent, kissing the head of my cock. She stood up and marched back into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later fully dressed. "Well? You taking me home or do I have to walk," she asked, almost sadly. "Aw, Gina," I groaned, "don't do me like that." She looked me up and down, it didn't look like disgust, I wasn't sure, but it looked more like a cross between regret and sorrow and something else mixed in with it, I couldn't tell. "I guess I'll walk, then," she squared her small shoulders and headed for the door. On the way she kicked off her shoes so she could walk. I barely managed to reach it and put my hand on it blocking her departure as she started to open it. "Let me get dressed, baby," my shoulders slumped, I wasn't going to force any woman to do something that she didn't want to. I felt totally dejected as I wondered what I'd said. Gina nodded and stood aside as I went to get some clothes on. -------------------------------------------- The ride back to Post was quiet. I reached for her hand but she sat there completely unresponsive, letting me hold her doubled-fists but adding none of her cooperation to my grip. She just sat with her head bowed looking sad and regretful. Jackson's car wasn't in his car-port and I jumped out of my side when we got there, intent on opening her door. She popped it open before I could get around to it, stepped out and ran inside, her face crumpling, tears glistening on her cheeks as she ran. I stood staring at her retreating back, embarrassed and confused, trying to figure out what I'd done, what I'd said, how I'd fucked up and gotten her so pissed off at me. I closed the Spyder's door, leaning on top of it, bending and banging my head on it for a minute or so. What did I do? I lamented to myself, what did I say? I turned and looked at the door she had disappeared into. Jalisa happened to be looking out, and waved through the screen door. I waved back and slumped around the car, climbed in and cranked it up, sitting there for a few seconds. I could feel Jalisa's eyes on me, but I didn't look. I sat there slumped behind the wheel for a while, hoping and wishing Gina would come back out and tell me that she was fooling. But she didn't, so with one last wave at Jalisa I put it in gear and pulled out. I waved at Jackson as he came around the corner of Yadkin Road. He smiled happily, probably glad that I'd brought his sister home without fooling around. The original date had been for late in the morning, so middle of the afternoon seemed good enough to him. I was thoroughly confused by this sudden onslaught of feelings. I was the big bad Special Forces dude, trained paratrooper and Ranger, I was the meanest sonuvabitch in the valley of death, I was brutal, I was a cold-hearted bastard, so why was I suddenly crying? Why did I feel this loss? I pointed my Spyder north on Bragg Boulevard and passed a pair of MP's in their beat-up cruiser. As I cleared the housing areas, I fed it more gas. The responsive little car leaped eagerly forward, it's little engine growling like a cat over it's food dish. I was soon rolling down 87 pegging the speedometer at its 120 miles an hour limit. I slowed when I came into the Sanford city limits, but as I cleared the other side, I kicked it up again and pegged the needle again. I sailed past a Randolph County Sheriff's Deputy. I saw his roof lights come on but by the time he managed to get on the road I was out of sight and in Guilford County soon climbing on the 840 Loop in Greensboro. I was still having trouble seeing through my unwanted tears. I wiped my face and sniffled, trying not to sob. I'd never cried much before. I'd carried some of my colleague's bodies back, but it had never hurt this bad. I couldn't understand it. What had this little girl, this--, this--, this-- I couldn't bring myself to say the "N" word, I couldn't bring myself to admit to myself that this little girl — no, this wonderful woman had turned my heart upside down and literally tied it in knots. She had hurt me when she walked away today. I couldn't believe in love at first sight. We'd had sex that first night, for God's sake! Was it just an infatuation? It couldn't be, it wouldn't hurt this bad if it was just an infatuation, would it? I spotted the Asheboro sign and turned on it heading south, pegging the needle again. My tears had dried and I just felt numb. I felt as if my arm had been physically ripped off my shoulder and the pain had subsided to a numb throbbing. I managed to push Gina into the back of my mind. I slowed down to 80 as I came into the Rockingham area. It was nearing 2300 hours by then. My mind had quit working on the problem, I was just driving to lessen my dark mood. I put-putted toward Hamlet heading toward Laurinburg at a more sane speed. Still inside Rockingham and just before Hamlet, I stopped at a gas station and got some coffee and gas and took off again. I got through Hamlet and, half-way to Laurinburg, I cut off on the old Wire Road. I let it out along that road, the exhilaration of taking curves at speed beginning to bring me out of my funk. I crossed 601 and waved at Trooper John Eggleston, a former Special Forces colleague. He waved back as I continued on to 401 and north through Raeford and into Silver City and home. It was 0430 as I pulled into my parking spot. I ran upstairs and changed into my PT clothes, grabbed a clean uniform and spit-shiny boots, my ditty bag with clean underclothing was still behind the passenger seat, so I stowed my boots and clothes in the trunk and headed in. The day dragged. First Sergeant called me in to his office twice to rag my ass about being too harsh on my soldiers. My response both times was to ask if he'd rather count bodies or count frowns. His return both times was, "what the fuck does a full GI Inspection got to do with combat? get the fuck out of here and do your job!" I didn't back down, that was my nature, never back down, never show weakness, never bend, and never, ever, break. Staff Sergeant Jackson came in to talk to First Sergeant. We crossed paths as I headed to the mess hall for a cup of coffee. He stared through me without a greeting. I got my coffee and pulled out my notebook, writing the names of my platoon, starting with my squad leaders and left a blank line beside each name. Staff Sergeant Blakely, my Assistant Platoon Sergeant came strolling in and grabbed a cup of coffee on the way to my table. He sat to my left and picked up my notebook as I leaned back. He glanced over my handiwork. "The ass-hole got called from his Battalion meeting," he flipped my notebook back at me, "somebody went crying to him that you were on a rampage." "Fuck him." Jackson came in grabbed a cup of coffee also and surprised me by sitting to my right side. He stretched his long legs out to the side. "Sergeant Blakely," he nodded at him. "Sergeant Jackson," Blakely answered sipping his coffee. A few minutes later, with no one saying a word and Jackson continuing to stare at him, Blakely got the hint. "The LT's in with First Sergeant and the CO," he shoved his chair back,"far be it from me to tell you what to do, Sergeant Garcia, but I would suggest saving the war for the enemy." "Duly noted, Sergeant Blakely," I nodded. He stood and strode out dropping his cup off at the dirty dishes window. Jackson and I sat silent for a while, Jackson staring at his cup, his wide, flat nostrils flaring even wider as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. "What's YOUR problem?" I snapped at him. "You're an ass-hole," he snapped back calmly. "Nothing new there," I half-turned to face him, my face impassive. Finally he slapped his cup on the table, spilling some as he did. "What the fuck did you do to my sister?" he finally ground out. "What the fuck did your sister do to me?!?!" I fired back leaning into him, "what the fuck did she do to me!!" I whispered in a harsh gutteral groan and poked a hard finger into my own chest, the sudden hot tears scalding my eyes. Jackson was taken aback. He sat silent as I impatiently swiped the tears from my eyes with trembling hands and stared hostilely into his. "God . . . damn!" he looked at me not comprehending at first, "God, damn," he repeated as it began to sink in, "God DAMN!" he leaned forward and cupped his coffee in his big hands, peering down at it "Gaw-awd damn!" We sat quiet for a few moments, then, "I remember when I met Jalisa," he reminisced, "she turned my whole life completely upside down, you know?" he pursed his lips and took a sip. "No, I don't, Jackson. No, I don't," I pushed my cup around, "and I don't want to find out. I'm a combat soldier, all I know is how to kill. I can kill you six different ways and you'll never realize you're dead until you run into St. Peter, what the fuck do I know about shit like that?" "Probably nothing," he shrugged leaning his chin into his hand, "but Gina's crying her eyes out at home and you're here rampaging like an insane bull, tormented by the ban-derriere-ohs at a bullfight," he shrugged, "something's up between you two." "She just left me, Jackson," I rubbed my face, "she just stood up and walked," I stared off through the window watching the ass-hole LT striding up the handicap ramp, "you tell me what I did." "What's it matter," he shrugged, "you only met her yesterday, and she's just a fat little ho', you know?" My hand snaked out of it's own accord and grabbed his collar, yanking him to me, my other hand on his throat, the thumb pressing into his Adam's apple. "Don't," I paused, "don't you ever . . . ever call her a fat little ho', you here me?" his hands were on my wrists trying to twist out, his eyes bulging and ready to pop out of his head. I let go and shoved him back. He coughed and fell back into his chair. "Shit, brotha," he gasped and coughed some more, "it's like that, is it?" he rubbed his throat where I'd gripped him. "Ah, shit!" I leaned back and grabbed my head, "I'm sorry, primo." "Goddam!! An apology, too?" he stared at me completely forgetting about his throat. We sat silent for a quick few seconds, then he shrugged, "Jalisa did that to me. I never figured out what I did or what I said, but I hung around practically stalking her until she let me back into her world," he nodded, "I've been there since," he grinned at me, "topsy-turvy, bro Garcia, topsy-turvy," he took a last quick sip as I just looked miserably into my coffee. "Hyah come ya massa, boy," he slapped me on the shoulder, "catch ya later, breeze," he stood up. "Good afternoon, sir," he greeted my "massa" First Lieutenant Gregory as he left. The LT nodded at him and focused on me. He didn't even bother coming all the way in. "Sergeant Garcia," his high voice cracked half way through, "my office right now!" he spun on his heel and walked out. His dog, me, dogged his heels as he strode down the handicapped ramp. He was okay, as company grade officers go, he had a strong command hand, but he was such a skinny little guy and had such a high-pitched voice that most people couldn't take him seriously at first. The fact that he had personally come to get me spoke volumes about the respect he had for me. He didn't pull me off my inspection. It was too late for that and he didn't want to cause me to lose face in front of my troops. Instead he told me that my people would receive an "excellent job" from me and that since there was no major training tomorrow or Friday, that I was giving them the day off maybe a long weekend, and I was to go home, stay out of the company area for at least two days until I got my act together. Is that understood Sergeant. I protested that I couldn't do that, and he didn't ask why, simply repeated his instructions and said that there was no room for discussion or protest, I was to close out the day and go home and get my shit together or he'd put me on Staff Duty until I got over my case of the red-ass. I nodded and said "will do, sir." "You don't do as instructed, Sergeant, and I'll have you on the cleanup by yourself being supervised by PFC Johnson, do we understand each other?" I nodded and answered with a brisk "yes, sir!" PFC Johnson was the First Sergeant's fuck-up of a Clerk Typist. "And put away that beret," he added, "you've gotten permanently assigned to me, you'll be getting that third rocker next month, congratulations, Master Sergeant," he nodded, "that's all." "Yes, sir," I saluted and turned to go. I should have been elated at hearing that my promotion was coming down, but I wasn't. "Goddam, don't sound so enthusiastic, Sergeant." "Thank you, sir," I stepped through the door and threw my beret on my head for maybe the last time. Tomorrow or the next day I'd go buy a regulation ball cap, today I was still the Special Forces Super Trooper. -------------------------------------------- I went through the motions of the inspection, ragging one for a ragged corner, another for dust on the boots under his bunk, another for not having shaved close enough. Sergeant Blakely was close on my heels, my notebook in his hand, a check mark for acceptable, writing the deficiencies of those that weren't. It was 1500 hours by the time I finished. I gave Sergeant Blakely the honor of passing the word. He opened with -- being as it's Wednesday, he didn't even smile as he told them to go to church, the Baptist Church was open and the Chaplain was holding Wednesday evening services, and to go and thank God for his grace. "There will be no training tomorrow or Friday," they began to look at each other, "y'all done good tonight, you will be dismissed until muster formation and PT on Monday morning, have a good long week-end." There was a collective scream of relief as shirt tails came out of fatigue pants and people started to mill around happily. "Did anybody tell you that you were dismissed yet?" Sergeant Blakely's foghorn voice cut through the bedlam and everybody froze. I slapped Sergeant Blakely on the shoulder and stepped forward, "those of you who aren't already, are dismissed," and I spun on my heel and walked out. "Buy you a beer Putter?" I offered Sergeant Blakely. He looked at me blankly, I'd never called him by his nick- name before. "Sure, Sarge, let me call the wife and let her know." "Yeah," I agreed, "one beer, tell her, and I'll send you home sober." He grinned heading for the phone in the Orderly Room. I followed him in and told Top that I'd sent them home for the week-end, to call me if they got in trouble -- call me, I repeated, don't call the CO, don't call the MP's, don't call anybody else, call me, okay? He shrugged and said "okay, you de man." They were my troops, if I didn't look after them, nobody else would. "NCO club or the EM club?" Blakely came up to me as I signed the first sergeant's duty log. I had two people on it and I figured on pulling their duty for them. "I can do one of those days," he pointed glancing over the list. "Nah, you got a wife at home, and I really ain't got nothing better to do, man," I tossed the list on PFC Johnson's desk giving him a baleful look that left him squirming and red. "See that I'm called a couple of hours before their duty and go scratch their names off the roster outside right now." "Yessir -- I mean, yes Sergeant." He shoved his chair back, one of the legs caught on a crack or something and he rolled with it, coming up on all fours and scrambling onto his feet. He gave me a quick embarrassed look as I stared through him, lost in my own thoughts. I followed him automatically with my eyes, still distracted. "NCO club then," Blakely said walking to the door. "Yeah, sounds good," I sighed and followed him out. -------------------------------------------- Jackson came in for a quick beer and joined us. We talked for a while. Blakely finished his beer and was about to order another until I made a throat-slitting gesture to the waitress -- cut him off. She nodded and told him she could get him a coke but no more beer. I told him that I had told his wife through him that we'd only have one beer, so now he could drink coke or go home to his wife, and my suggestion was that he go home and try to make another baby with her. He grinned and slapped me on the shoulder, standing as the waitress brought me a coke. "You're serious," he shook his head. "As a heart-attack," I nodded, "I got few words to exchange with Sergeant Jackson, or I'd leave, too." "Okay, Garcia — " "Master Sergeant Garcia to you, Staff Sergeant Blakely," I grinned, "got the good word earlier and I couldn't keep it in any longer." "Well, this calls for a beer," he started to sit. "No," I stopped him, "not yet. Go home to your wife. There'll be plenty of beer when they get pinned. I'll let you wet one side and Jackson can wet the other side, but not today, I don't drink when I feel like getting drunk, I do too many stupid things when I do," I scratched my chin, "besides, I've got Muelle's duty tonigh and -- keep my promotionit to yourself for now, I mean it's no great big secret, but I'd rather not let some people know, okay?" "Yes, sir, Master Sergeant Garcia," he gave me a "bird" salute. "Fuck you, you sonuvabitch," I laughed as he left. "Damn, brotha," Jackson grinned, "means I'm gonna really be outranked by my brother, "he grinned looking sideways at me. "Oh, fuck,"I stood up and started to walk away. "So you agree with me then," he called out, "and you don't think she's worth fighting for, huh, bro?" I stopped and turned, staring at him. "Fuck you," I answered tiredly. "Is that all you know what to say?" he challenged, "get your ass back here if you think she's worth it or get the hell gone if you think she just a fat-assed . . ." I strode back to him my fists clenching hard. At the last minute, I just stood there irresolutely trying to decide how to kill him so that he'd suffer the most pain. I finally just dropped down into the chair I'd just vacated and dropped my head into my hands. "I need you to take Gina to the airport for me tomorrow," he grinned, "if you're half the man I think you are, you'll figure out what to do from there." I jerked my head up, "she won't come out when she sees my car," I spoke morosely. "Nah, you're taking my car, keep it overnight, I'm going into the hospital a day early, Doc said he already had my bed ready. The surgery will be the first one of the day Friday. Gina will have her ticket," he looked at me for a few seconds, "Jalisa's hoping she won't use it, I paid for it and if Gina doesn't use it we return it for a refund. Do me a favor, brotha, take her off my hands."