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"Love to Love You "  by Ray1031  (MF. Cons, Rom)


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Love to Love You Baby  by Ray1031  (MF, Cons, Rom)


I rolled over and kissed Michelle good morning. We cuddled together for long
minutes until a knock at the bedroom door made us separate.

"Yes?" she called and the door opened as Airman Cathy Denon stuck her head
in, "Breakfast in twenty you two. Time to rise and shine."

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Ready in fifteen, hot black and strong just the way I'm told you like it.
You've got just enough time for a shower or a quickie before breakfast, but
make sure it's a quickie. I get upset when food gets cold before we eat."
She closed the door and left.

Michelle opted for both, taking my cock in her hand and leading me to their
small bathroom. We quickly relieved ourselves and crowded into the small
shower. Bracing my back against one wall I slid down so my feet were braced
against the far one. She straddled me with her lithe body and settled
herself onto me as we soaped our hands and washed each other's chests. For
myself I spent most of my washing time paying attention to her high firm
breasts. Lifting her off my hips I turned her around and bent her over as I
entered her from behind and began washing her back as she cleaned her hair,
wriggling back against me with the motions of her arms.

We finished during her rinse and she turned to kiss me before we began
washing in earnest, nudging and bumping into one another repeatedly as we
did. We were still giggling like teenagers, arm in arm as we walked to the
Kitchen for Cathy's breakfast.

Cathy was singing along with the radio when we entered, "Love to Love You"
by Donna Summer a new Disco artist. Michelle in her robe and I in my sweat
pants and A-shirt had stopped in the doorway to watch as Cathy danced and
gyrated between the stove and the table placing out enough Eggs, Sausage,
Bacon and toast for six people.

"When you're laying so close to me .... there's no place I'd rather you be
.... than with me here," she sang as she moved about their small kitchen.
Cathy was in a black mini-skirt and yellow spaghetti strap top that said
'Cocoa Cola' in bright red lettering across her breasts. The top was edged
with a fine lace and allowed a large amount of cleavage to be displayed. The
contrast of the shirt and her dark skin as she bounced around the room was
something I found enticing. Seeing those large breasts of hers jiggle and
her short skirt flounce about her hips as she moved, I was getting hard
again. How well Michelle had taken care of me the night before and what we
had just done meant nothing in the circumstances.

As one of the chorus' came up Michelle gently squeezed my arm and said,
"Yeah, Love to love you, baby," and leaned up for a kiss.

At her words Cathy realized we were there and watched silently for a moment
as we kissed before saying, "Hey! Breakfast is getting cold, let's eat!
Coffee's on the counter Sarge."

"Devlin if you prefer," I said.

"Thanks, but I'll stick with Sarge. This way I won't make a mistake when
we're on duty. I won't ask if you had a good night, the way you two kept
waking me up I'm surprised you got any sleep at all." Michelle and I just
smiled.

I had Cathy to thank for my being there, though if I'd known that eight
weeks ago I would not have been thanking her.


On leave between assignments, I was standing in my mother's garage with the
engine of my old Volkswagen Micro-bus completely disassembled and spread on
the floor around my feet when the telephone rang. My leave was being
terminated. Six hours saw the engine reassembled and reinstalled, then a
twenty two hour non-stop drive got me to Nellis Air Force Base, my new
posting, with only ten days of a projected forty day leave used. When I
arrived, I found I had only three duty days to process into the base (a
process which normally took seven to ten duty days) before I had to leave
again for Texas and a training course there.

 From the arrival of the initial telephone call until I had completed the
five weeks of required classroom studies, approximately eight weeks had
passed. I'd taken my place in the queue with everyone else and had accepted
my certificate for the classroom studies portion of the training. I still
had no idea what I was doing retaking the course, it should not have been
happening. I'd completed the jungle warfare course once already, in the
Philippines before I went to Vietnam six years earlier and it was not a
'repeatable' training course. Yet here I was repeating it.

Of course, part and parcel with my aggravation over what I considered
another Air Force SNAFU, Situation Normal, All Fucked Up!, was the fact that
since my return to the States nine weeks ago, I had yet to get laid and I
was frustrated as hell. I'd been in the Pacific Theater, hopping from one
duty assignment to another for six years and I'd come home looking forward
to some 'round-eye' nookie. It had taken me a week to locate an ex-high
school girlfriend, who wasn't married, and set up a date, which I'd delayed
so I could rebuild the old van's motor before going out. Opportunity,
convenience, availability . . . you never knew . . . then the phone call
came.

There'd been no time or opportunity at Nellis, and since my arrival at
Lackland my duties and study workload had prevented any attempts at a social
life. Until the last week.

I'd met an available waitress off post and made arrangements to spend the
weekend with her following Graduation. Before the field studies portion of
the training was to start. I was definitely going to get laid, at least I
was until they handed me the envelope with my graduation certificate.
Instructions to report immediately, early, to the Training Detachment at
Camp Bullis, where the field training exercises were to begin Monday. Scrap
the weekend on the beach with the good looking waitress. Oh well, probably
too damn cold for the beach in late October anyway.

Imagine my surprise when I reported to the Detachment Commander's office and
found four people gathered from past military bases of mine. The 'Commander'
was Major Johnston from Mather Air Force Base in California, My former Chief
of Security Police, now a Full Colonel. His Executive Officer was Lieutenant
Michelle Kinnsey, formerly Sgt. Kinnsey from the same posting, whom I'd
first met while she was hitchhiking across country. The NCOIC
(non-commissioned officer in charge) of the Range was my first military
training instructor, through Basic Training, then as my self-defense and
range training officer during Security Police training. A Staff-Sergeant
when we'd first met, he is now a Master Sergeant. The fourth person waiting
to meet me was Senior Master Sergeant Gonzales, whom I'd known as a
Technical Sergeant for a short time in Vietnam, now Chief of the Umpires at
the training detachment.

This whole debacle, my cancelled leave, the retaking of a course I didn't
need, and the abrupt instructions to report to the Detachment had all been
arranged and orchestrated by Senior Airman Cathy Denon. Once the four people
she worked so closely with realized they all knew me, they exchanged stories
about me. She decided (with the approval of the Colonel) to get me enrolled
in the course. Partly to meet me, but also because Michelle had been in a
'funk' since completing Officer's Candidate School and arriving at the
detachment. She and the Colonel were hoping an old friend might cheer her.

As the only unmarried females assigned at the post, Cathy and Michelle
shared a bungalow. Cathy, believed my coming would be especially good
medicine for Michelle since she had shared more intimate stories and
thoughts of me with her.

Even considering and finally understanding what had been happening to me for
weeks, I was still irritated with Cathy last night. But this morning, after
last night in bed with Michelle I was absolutely inclined to be forgiving
and thankful. Last night had shown me that, even after six years, Michelle
was still a tigress in bed.

After breakfast Cathy and I chatted as Michelle went to dress. "So, I
understand that I have you to thank for the last eight weeks of my life?"

"Well, yeah I guess so. I didn't know I was going to be turning things so
upside down for you. Are you upset with me?"

"Up until last night, I was. But this morning, after Michelle's and my
'reunion' last night, no I'm not." Cathy smiled at me and raised her coffee
cup in a small salute then broke into a giggle fit. "What are you laughing
about?"

"Oh nothing, really. I was just thinking about you walking into the Orderly
Room yesterday. How seeing you in person was almost a disappointment."

"Disappointment? Why?"

"Well, after listening to everyone's stories about you, and especially
Michelle's and the Colonel's I had built up this weird mental image of you.
You just weren't quite what I was expecting."

"And what exactly were you expecting?"

"Oh, I don't know, really .... they all seemed to make you sound ten feet
tall or like you should glow in the dark or something and Michelle ... to
listen to her, you should have a dick that drags on the ground when you
walk."

"I fold it in half." she laughed. "But really, I'm just a man like any
other. I'm afraid I don't know of anything extra special about me."

"Oh, there's special about you, I've already seen that and I think before
the next eight weeks are over I will be both jealous of Michelle and
probably wishing I was white."

"Never wish to be what you're not or to change what you can't. Be happy with
who and what you are, and I don't mean that like your parents, your friends,
or your old teachers did if they ever said those words to you. You need to
learn yourself, to look at yourself truthfully and know who you are. Not
like you did in High School or growing up, seeing only the negative. Don't
look and see only short-comings or things you can't do. Really look, see the
positives about yourself and your life, those things that make you what and
who you are. Come to accept and cherish them. Making it short, be yourself,
be happy with being you and to hell with what other's might say or think. If
something makes you happy and it doesn't hurt another, go for it and don't
worry what others may think. That is my worldly advise of the day," I
finished with a small smile.

"Sounds wise. Not something that would be easy to do, but wise."

"You should listen to him, Cath," Michelle interrupted as she returned. "He
told me those same words, or words like them over and over again six years
ago until I finally believed them. It helped me a lot. I think I forgot them
during OCS, but last night and hearing him saying them again has reminded
me. Maybe it was last night, maybe it's hearing those words again, maybe a
little of both, but I feel better this morning than I have since I got
here." She leaned over me from behind, hugging at my chest and kissing me.
"Thank you Devlin." She moved to Cathy and repeated the motions, "Thank you
Cathy." Pouring herself the last cup of coffee she began making another pot.
I'd seen that look before, though it had been six years ago, she was lost in
thought, trying to organize an idea in her head.

"You're welcome, 'Chelle. I'll try to remember and use his words."

"Devlin," began Michelle. "I was just thinking and," she dragged out the
word to emphasis what she was about to say, "I know you are only sharing our
bungalow until they finish your tent. I know you have to live in that tent
during training and you need to be available for those under you during the
next eight weeks. Still, I want as many repeats of last night as I can get
while you are here. I also think you should fuck Cathy as well, I 'know' she
wants to, even if she won't admit it." Cathy's head had jerked around at
Michelle's words now she looked down at the table. "She has this real
insecurity thing going on now, sort of like I had when we first met. She
hides it just as well as I did too, but it's there. You helped with mine six
years ago, whether you knew it or not, and I think you can help her as
well."

"Cathy, you really should bed him, he's good, and listen to him when he
talks to you. He hides things in humor and wise-acre comments, but what he
says is really good. Maybe we could spend the weekends together while you
are here, you could spend equal time with each of us and stop by for evening
visits during the week. What do you think?"

This was just like the Michelle I remembered. We'd only been together for a
little over five weeks the first time, but even then she'd had this way
about her. Like we'd been best friends and casual lovers our whole lives,
without any real commitments or entanglements. She'd always be pointing out
other women, commenting on their clothing, their boobs or their butt and
occasionally suggesting that I take this one or that one as a lover, though
I never took her up on it at the time. She was in earnest though, as she
always was and Cathy realized that as well. I caught her looking at me with
a more calculating eye. As usual though, I was considering the larger
picture as I thought over her words.

"What about the potential for complaints once the course begins, conflicts
of interest and all of that. The situation could result in black marks on
yours and Cathy's records if someone complained loudly enough."

"Having 'friends' here and dropping by for a visit every few days would not
be a problem. Michelle and I could vouch for one another and your conduct
during 'visits' in the evenings. I don't know what to say about the weekend
Idea though. I mean, essentially your weekends are your own and you can come
and go as you please, but moving in here for two days every week ..."

"Use a little imagination, Cathy. We don't have to stay on the post every
weekend, except for once a month when I have CQ duties and have to be on
call and to hand. There's the motel at the end of the road and we could all
go shares on a room for a couple of days each week. It's kind of dumpy, but
cheap and handy. Or, there's a better one further up the road, though it's a
little more costly. He could spend one night in my bed and the next in
yours."

"Or," interjected Cathy, getting into the idea. "We could pass him back and
forth until he runs out of steam and start again when he recovers, with
whoever's turn it is." I didn't know if they were serious or playing some
game between themselves and with me.

"Wait a minute, do I have any say in this?"

"No," they chorused and turned to one another again.

"That last would mean a lot of showers though, I don't know if I'd like the
idea of sucking him hard again after he's been inside of you, friend or not.
Though, a damp rag and a couple of towels could take care of that I guess. I
think I like this idea."

"I thought you might," finished Michelle. "Since we're both kind of closet
voyeurs anyway. We can each watch as the other has her fun. Damn. I'm
getting horny again just thinking about it."

"You're always horny, bitch," Cathy said with a laugh and Michelle stuck her
tongue out at her.

"That may be true, but it's your turn, not mine. Besides, I need to spend an
hour in my office and then I'm going to the store, I need some new panties
and pantyhose. Can I pick you up anything while I'm out?"

"No, I'm fine until payday."

"What about you Devlin? Anything you need?"

"Since I don't seem to have a voice in the matter, I think I'm going to need
a good aphrodisiac and lot's of Vitamin E."

"Done, one bottle of vitamins, so we don't wear our little baby out."

"Meanwhile," Cathy said, rising. "Since I've decided I want to do this, you
are coming with me." Taking my left hand from the table and pulling gently
she said, "Let's go to my room now. This has all gotten me so horny that
I'll jump you right here if you don't. I don't care what anyone else says,
kitchen tables are both cold and uncomfortable, so let's go." I stood up and
the first thing both women noticed was the ridge up the front of my sweats.
The conversations she and Michelle were having had really gotten me going
and I was looking forward to taking Cathy to bed. I'd been kind of hoping to
soften a little though before having to rise, not to be quite so obvious
about things.

"Ooh, lookie lookie what I see. He's all ready for me too."

"I told you about him didn't I Cath? How you'd like it if you ever saw it?"

Cathy placed her small hand over the lump and tried to close her fingers
about it. "I like it already and I haven't seen it yet. See you later
'Chelle, I'm going to be very busy for a while."

Cathy led me down the hallway, using her grip on my cock like a leash.
Michelle called down the hallway after us, "Have her show you her toy
collection when you're done, Devlin. I think you'll be surprised!"


In the bedroom she wasted no time but lifted her top up and off in a single
practiced motion. Her breasts were as high, firm and large as I'd expected,
her areole were practically as wide as my palm, while her nipples were
straight nail-like points. A deft move with her fingers and the tiny skirt
fell to gather around her bare feet. I almost laughed when I saw her panties
though, they were camouflage. They too quickly hit the floor and as she
turned to me reaching for my waistband. "Get that shirt out of my way," she
growled deep in her throat.

As soon as I was naked she pushed me backwards and I fell onto her standard
military issue twin bed. Lifting my legs onto the bed she dropped to her
knees and leaned forward to place her cheek against my hip as she grasped
and lifted my erection. Turning it this way and that, only inches from her
face, she studied it. "Oh, yes," she breathed softly, "I'm liking you
already, little guy. Mama's got a real treat in store for you."

Releasing me, he climbed onto the bed and straddled my hips, her pussy
settling against my cock and pressing it flat to my stomach. Looking down
she giggled at the sight of it protruding between her legs and winked at me.
Wetting her fingers she leaned forward onto an elbow and used them to
moisten herself. Leaning further forward her face came level with mine and
she reached between us guiding my tip to her opening. She kissed me then,
wildly, passionately and slid herself backwards just enough so the mushroom
head entered her.

Damn she was tight. I'd expected a bit more ease in entering, less
constriction. Yet, she was tight enough to be practically virginal and I was
loving the sensation. Evidently she was also, because when she broke our
kiss and raised herself to full arm's extension, her eyes were closed and
there was rapture in her face. Her only sound was a softly breathed,
"Yessss!" the long drawn out sound of the 's' whistling softly though her
teeth.

When she opened her eyes and looked into mine again she finally began to
move. I was holding myself still, allowing her to set any pace or choose any
actions in our first session together. From what I was already feeling I
hoped there would be lots more sex with this sexy kitten. She began sliding
slowly down my shaft, so slowly that I wasn't at first sure it was
happening. I felt myself, the head going deeper within the hot moist tunnel
surrounding it. I felt the slow advance as the walls around it slid by
almost infinitesimally, but the grip on my shaft didn't change, didn't
advance. Slowly, though it couldn't have been more than mere seconds, I came
to realize what was happening, could feel it as it was happening. Her labia
were compressed so tightly around my cock and her advance was so slow that
they were being pulled inwards with me.

I could see the concentration and enjoyment on her face as she did this. I
had no idea what sensations or pleasure she was deriving from her actions,
but it was obvious that she was enjoying whatever it was she felt.

Every nerve, every desire within me wanted to 'help', to contribute some
action of my own. The muscles of my thighs and abdomen were quivering with
the need to raise my hips and delve her deeps, but I resisted and remained
still. I watched her face, her eyes as she continued and felt the sensations
as her labia stretched and began to lose their adhesion. I felt it with my
cock, even as the head continued to slide deeper and her heat seemed to be
rising about me, I felt the ring of her labia 'peeling back', slowly
releasing it's hold until suddenly they let go completely. I felt them slide
further up the length of me, felt the sudden envelopment within that moist
warm channel, and she froze.

There was a quiver at the edge of one eye and she groaned in the back of her
throat even as she bit her lower lip. I didn't understand how or why, but
she had just orgasmed. I'd felt the flutter in her vagina muscles as the
temperature and moisture level around my cock increased. Understand it or
not, I found it highly erotic and almost dropped my load on the spot, but I
held on somehow.

Her breathing was a series of long deep inhalations and exhalations as she
recovered herself. Holding herself perfectly immobile she breathed so deeply
I could feel it in the tip of my cock as her lungs expanded and contracted
hugely. I was fascinated and glad I had not followed my compunctions, I was
happy that I'd allowed her what she seemed to want.

There was pressure on my cock again as she seemed to flex her vaginal
muscles, she was beginning again. That same long slow millimeter by
millimeter slide down my cock and I suddenly realized she'd taken less than
a third of me thus far. Again her labia seemed fused to my shaft as it
advanced. Again they were being dragged in with me as they seemed to
tenaciously grip my shaft. Again there was that same look of concentration
and enjoyment on her face as she slowly engulfed me.

I moved my hands to her breasts and began rolling the nipples between my
thumb and forefingers, gently, even as I squeezed those firm mounds between
my remaining fingers and palms. She released her lip then as her mouth
opened and a deep sigh slid from her throat.

Encouraged, I tried something new, placing my forefingers against her
nipples I began pressing from the other side with my thumbs. Beginning at
their bottoms, I slid my thumbs slowly upwards along their length and then
the pads slid across their tips as they were held trapped against my
fingers. Still she continued her slow advance as I began to feel the
inevitable release of her labial adhesion. Her enjoyment of the new
sensation was obvious, from the sudden light gasping as she breathed to a
new quiver in her lower lip as my thumbs advanced. Again and again I
repeated the motions adding more firmness with each pass, feeling them seem
to stretch and elongate with each pass, even as the hard nubbins remained
firm beneath my thumbs.

Her labia released and this time her eyes seemed to roll up under her
eyelids with her reaction. The tickling, fluttering sensation of the first
orgasm was replaced by a rippling, ragged, gripping sensation up and down
the two-thirds length she now held inside. A deep groan, sounding like an
elongated 'Unh!" escaped her as her neck muscles and elbows shook with the
force of it and she tried to maintain her position. She lost the battle
however and collapsed onto my chest, taking the rest of me in a rush as her
pelvis slid suddenly downwards over mine. Another orgasm took her then, her
whole body seeming to shake as she sprawled atop me.

"Fuck me now," she said through clenched teeth, "Take me as hard and fast as
you can, for as long as you can. Don't stop until you have to. Fuck me."

I rolled us over and as she neared the edge of the narrow bunk I pivoted us,
with a bounce so she came back to the center of the bed beneath me. I raised
myself with my hands to either side of her head and she brought her knees
together sliding her legs up until she rested her heels against chest below
my throat. Her pussy was just below my throbbing cock in this position. I
could feel her swollen labia touching the tip of it, though I could not see
for her legs. She reached down, around her legs and positioned me, sliding
the head against the slit for a moment until her lips parted and she slid
the head to her entrance.

"Now," she whispered in my ear and I pushed for all I was worth, digging my
toes into the mattress and shifting my hands quickly to her shoulders,
holding them from the back and hugging her to me as tightly as I could I
pulled downwards on them. In that single move I buried myself to the hilt
and she screamed in my ear. Even as her hands went to the back of my head,
pulling my face down for a kiss, her back tried to arch and her legs tensed
and tried to straighten, almost pushing me away. I held on, pulling her to
me, pushing downwards with my body, forward with my toes keeping myself
fully inside her as our lips met and parted.

Even as she captured my lower lip with her teeth and began sucking at it, I
began to move again. Somewhat slowly at first, withdrawing and then sliding
fully into her again, making a small shift here, a small adjustment there to
our positions as I slowly increased the speed and force of my fucking. By
the time I was fucking her my hardest and fastest, I had disconnected myself
somewhat from the action. I knew what was going on, felt the sensations,
controlled the action, but it was all second hand somehow. As if I were
looking over my own shoulder at what was happening.

I could last a long time when I was like this and I settled myself into a
fast hard fuck I could maintain with little trouble. I was aware of our
bodies coming together, of the wet sounding slap each time our pelvis' met,
of the feeling of her thick lips as they spread against my pelvis with each
plunge. I felt the swinging of my balls on each withdrawal and the sudden
sensation of pressure each time they swung against her stretched buttocks. I
was aware as she sucked as much of my lower lip into her mouth as she could
and felt the sensation of her tongue attacking it. I pressed my mouth more
tightly to her own and forced my own tongue into her mouth, she released my
lip as she concentrated on this new toy. Her hands were claws on my back and
I felt the skin splitting beneath her nails as she dug in.

She was over the top constantly now as her body quivered and jerked beneath
me. Her eyelids had drooped even as her eyes rolled upwards and seemed to
quiver in their sockets with the force of what she was feeling. Her pussy
was a throbbing grabbing monster as it fluttered and gripped at my cock,
sucking it greedily within itself, then fighting against any release. It
held and pulled at me, struggling against each withdrawal, even as it wetly
accepted each invasion.

She collapsed before I was done, going totally limp beneath me, breathing
deeply and raggedly as I held her bent in half and continued slamming into
her again and again. Everything except her pussy was as still as the dead,
but 'it' continued it's fight, relaxing to accept and then grabbing and
pulling to fight any release as I continued.

I have no idea how long it lasted. It could have been five minutes, ten,
twenty . . . all I knew was that it seemed to go on forever and I was
beginning to tire when I finally felt my own release beginning. I moved
again then, not wanting to collapse onto her. I had settled to my knees when
I'd found my final position and tempo and had shifted so my elbows supported
me to relieve some of the pressure on her hips as I fucked her in that
folded position. Her feet had spread as well, her heels now on my arms and
her knees bent slightly as my own orgasm began.

Raising back up onto my toes and hands, I lifted myself as high as I could
while pushing forward with my hips, holding our pelvis' together even as I
drained myself. My legs, my back and my arms were rigid as I spent myself
and I remained locked in that position until the last spurt had spat. Then I
withdrew and raised myself from her as she unfolded beneath me.

Lying beside her I slid my arm under her shoulders and over her belly as I
pulled her to me and into a spoon. We cuddled then for maybe thirty minutes,
chatting about nothing and everything while I nuzzled and kissed at the nape
of her neck, her ear, her hair. For her part, she had captured my hands and
was sucking, nibbling, kissing at my fingers and knuckles, licking at the
inside of my wrists and palms. Finally though, nature called and we took
turns in the bathroom.

We showered then, and she kissed me softly and thanked me, saying that no
man or boy before me had ever waited for her, but had plunged deeply as soon
as they could. Saying she was more satisfied than ever before she hugged me
tightly as the hot water played about us.


That night was Michelle's again, a slow gentle session and we talked long
into the night after; about us, about the military, the coming training, the
Colonel, Cathy and finally about us again. Many decisions were made that
night, long range plans were made and we each ended the night with an 'if'
on our lips as we settled contentedly together for sleep.


Cathy woke us again in the morning for breakfast, hotcakes and sausages with
hash browns and a thick rich syrup, but passed on a repeat of yesterday's
play. She was beginning her menstrual period and the thought of sex and
menstruation together was disgusting to her.


That night I moved to my tent. It had been modified so it had two sections
now. There were only two female airmen going through the training this time
and the class was over large. Though I rated a tent alone, there was a space
shortage. Rather than giving the two a tent of their own, and forcing others
into an even more crowded situation, the Colonel had decided to partition my
tent and provide half for them. There was plenty of space in both halves and
he did it partly so my presence would act as an inhibitor to others doing
something stupid.

The next eight weeks were as tiring and as fun as I had come to expect they
would be. The military 'exercises' were both fun and challenging, physically
and mentally exhausting, a constant source of tension and heightened senses
as we tried to complete each task without being 'killed' by the instructor
manned 'aggressor force'. Everything except the times on the range, that was
simply fun for me. I loved shooting weapons and watching thing blow up.

Eight to ten hours of training daily, including an hour debriefing and
critiquing my squad each night . . . why do they always want to give the
biggest, heaviest weapon to the fattest, slowest, most out of shape
individual in a squad? I'll never understand that. Each night I spent an
additional hour in the Colonel's office, sometimes with others present,
sometimes just the two of us, as he'd asked for daily briefings and
critiques from me concerning the days exercises.

Tuesdays and Thursdays I would eat with the girls. Unless one or the other
was indisposed for some reason, Tuesday's were Michelle's and Thursday's
belonged to Cathy after we ate. I would stagger back to my tent somewhere
around midnight and sleep like the dead each time.

Weekends we spent at the motel further out. Some of the other students had
brought their wives, their kids and had housed them in the small motel,
visiting when they could. Every weekend save one, when I had threatened my
squad with an additional week as Latrine Queens, thrice daily cleanings of
the unit latrines, if they screwed up on a simple exercise. They screwed up,
I arranged for the extra week of 'dirty' duty, then stayed with them all
weekend, working beside them, because it was my failure as well.

When I left for Nellis eight weeks later I decided the entire experience was
well worth remembering. When I kissed Michelle goodbye I decided that I
loved to love her as well. I also knew I loved being in love with her.


Song Lyrics:

The No Doubt Universe: "Love to Love You" Lyrics
 (P. Bellotte, G. Moroder, D. Summer)

I love to love you baby...

When you're laying so close to me
there's no place I'd rather you be
than with me here...

I love to love you baby...

Do it to me again and again
you put me in such an awful spin
in a spin...

I love to love you baby...

Lay your head down real close to me
soothe my mind and set me free
set me free...

I love to love you baby...

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