Chapter 10 Janet Mason
April 23rd, 2008, Somewhere in the Middle East
“What took you so long, Mason?”
“Top wouldn’t shut up. I swear that man likes to hear himself speak.”
Kyra tugged me into a curtained off shower stall. “Get that gear off. We don’t have a lot of time before the privates take over.” She was already naked herself and wet in more ways than one.
“Yes ma’am!”
“That’s Sergeant to you, Corporal,” she ordered, her tone only half official.
“Yes Sergeant!” I responded enthusiastically.
I dropped my flak jacket and web gear on the little bench just outside the stall and bent to unlace my boots. Kyra took my flipped over state as an opportunity to hump my still camo clad ass.
“My favorite Sergeant is a horny toad today,” I called up to her.
“Who you calling a toad? You’ll
