“You’re welcome,” she said, and she smiled, with her eyes too. I smiled back. Her eyes were like a welcome blast of sunshine on a rotten afternoon.
We tore each other’s clothes off like they were on fire. She was gorgeous. Firm and strong and a shape like a dream. Skin like silk. She pulled me to the floor through bars of hot sunlight from the window. It was frantic. We were rolling and nothing could have stopped us. It was like the end of the world. We shuddered to a stop and lay gasping. We were bathed in sweat. Totally spent.
“Four,” he said. “The footprints are confused, but I think I can see four.”
He beamed at me and grasped his embroidered lapel.
“I can’t tell them,” he said. “I can’t tell anybody anything.”
“I will,” he said. “You can be damn sure of that. Did you get an honorable discharge?”