Three weeks passed. As the days slowly lengthened, Marc emerged from his seasonal depression and felt better. Autumn spent more time at Jeannette’s place. While the guys loved her as a friend, her presence limited their joy of parading around their apartment naked or just in briefs, a fetish they shared.
As Marc prepared to leave for work, his cell phone chimed. He answered, “Hello.”
“Lt. Marc Struthers?”
“Yes, speaking.”
Marc’s vision blurred. He didn’t get the name of the caller. When he ended the call, he estimated how long it would take him to get the admiral’s office. Adam and Autumn were gone. He felt alone and wondered if he could be more stressed than if he were on a battlefield. With leaden feet, he made his way to the office, and soon he stood at attention before the admiral’
