1. #2
Then he thought about what Brad had said to him on the beach, about not having to worry about his mom for much longer. Had Brad known something?
Tanya did like to run her mouth, and seeing how she slept with Brad, had she maybe told him something, and then had Brad gone to the police? Ian couldn’t be sure, but one thing he did know was that whatever rock Tanya Donnelly had crawled under, he hoped she stayed there.
The last few years of high school for Ian were filled with nothing but parties.
He barely remembered graduation and he skipped his own graduation party to get wasted with friends.
It seemed like every day was filled with his Dad asking him what he was going to do with his life, and the nights were spent getting black out drunk.
Then one morning he woke up with the worst hangover in his life, stumbled into the kitchen to get a drink, and found his Dad waiting with a man in a crisp military uniform.
Ian’s Dad gave him the speech about how he barely knows him anymore, that he tried to be the best father he could, that he didn’t know what else to do, and that Ian was eighteen and legally no longer his Dad’s responsibility.
Then his Dad gave him the ultimatum: either get a job and move out, or go with the man in the uniform and join the army.
Since Ian had never had a job before, he knew the only jobs he could get would be flipping burgers or pushing a mop, and he didn’t want either of those, so he chose the man in the uniform.
His Dad hugged him, tears in his eyes, and said that maybe the military would straighten him out.
Ian doubted it, but he had no other choice.
Which brought him to where he was now, gawking out the windows of a school bus at the best pair of tits he had ever seen, and they belonged to his drill sergeant.
“Would you look at those?” Fleetman, the guy who shared a seat with him on the bus to boot camp, was also staring out the window in awe.
Fleetman was tall, skinny, with slicked back dark hair, coke bottle glasses, and a camera around his neck.
The entire ride up Fleetman kept taking pictures of the passing vistas and now he was gawking bug-eyed at the big breasted woman waiting for them outside.
He raised his camera and snapped a quick photo of Cynthia and showed the image to Ian.
Fleetman had captured a perfect photo of Cynthia from the chest up, her wondrous cleavage on full display.
Ian returned Fleetman’s smile as he gawked at the picture This kid had an eye for beauty.
“Can I get a copy of that?” Ian asked as they stepped off the bus, still admiring the photo. He had a feeling that this photo could get him through many long nights alone on his bunk.
“Just what exactly did you think you were doing?” A voice boomed.
Both Ian and Fleetman looked up to see Cynthia glaring at them, magnificent breasts heaving up and down with fury. Her eyes were blazing and her voice was deep and authoritative.
“Umm…” Fleetman stammered.
Cynthia stormed over, extending one of her hands.
“Camera, now!” She barked.
“But… but…” Fleetman continued to flounder, shrinking under the mighty woman’s intense gaze.
“Hey calm down lady.” Ian sighed, and the look she gave him would have melted a lesser man.
Ian wasn’t one of those men, and stared back at her defiantly.
“What was that?” Cynthia sneered.
“I said calm down, he just took a picture.”
Cynthia drew in breath, like she was a dragon about to incinerate both of them.
“Camera, now!” She turned to Fleetman, who cowered under her.
“But… but…” Fleetman stammered.
“Now!” She ordered again, and with a squeak Fleetman turned over his camera.
“Now,” Cynthia stepped back, her deep brown eyes shifting between the two of them. “Drop and give me fifty!”
Fleetman immediately dropped down and began doing push-ups, but Ian stayed standing.
“Really lady?” He sighed.
“Really,” For the first time she cracked a smile. “And for that, you now owe me one hundred.”
“Come on!” Ian whined.
“Now you owe one hundred and fifty, so get started!” She roared, and Ian sighed, and dropped down to begin his push-ups.
“As for the rest of you,” Cynthia paced, arms behind her back, eying up the new recruits. “I’m Staff Sergeant Cynthia Storm, and I’m here to make your life a living hell…”
Ian cracked a smile as he did his push-ups and listened to her shout at the new recruits.
Do your worst lady… He smiled.
***
As it turned out, Cynthia Storm’s worst was anything beyond Ian’s wildest dreams. In just a few short weeks of boot camp, he had grown to detest that woman.
“Come on, I know you can do better than that!” She taunted from under the umbrella shading her from the harsh Texas sun. To add insult to injury, she took a sip from a sweating glass of lemonade and put her feet up on the patio table where she watched her recruits do their morning laps.
Ian and the other recruits were drenched in sweat. She had them dressed in full uniform: boots, long camo pants, and a button down camo shirt with a t-shirt underneath. Right now the temperature was ninety and climbing.
“I could smoke you all, pick up the pace!” Cynthia called as she took another sip of lemonade from her shaded table and chair.
Even from her safe vantage, point, she couldn’t escape the heat, and beads of sweat rolled down her delicious bosoms.
Even though Ian hated her guts, he still dreamed of touching her breasts every night.
He tried not to glare at her as he ran by, instead focusing on finishing up his laps before the next torture.
“As this rate, you won’t ever get a sip of my lemonade.” She taunted.
Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard now to Ian.