Coming Home

Leaning back on the bed, I watched my lady love lick her lips. I never thought I would be aroused watching her sext another man. My dick was harder than it had ever been, and I’m sure it also boiled down to watching my sexy as sin lead singer.

Matt had been gone for way too long. They were almost done with their European tour. He kept saying he had a surprise for us, but he wanted to talk to us in person. We were both excited. Rae was happier than I had seen her in six years. The military really was her life. She just fit in there.

“Take off your panties.” Matt’s voice was low, forceful.

I could see Rae swallow. She was just as turned on as I was. She slipped her panties off and tossed them to me. They were soaking wet. I’m pretty sure just his voice could make her squirt at this point. I stopped listening and just watched, enjoying what my two lovers were capable of.

At first, I had been jealous of their little Skype calls. Those two were lightning. Every time they connected, it was hard not to stare in awe. It was like watching the perfect storm, and it made me feel out of place sometimes. How could I compete with their compatibility? But then they would both pull me in and all I felt was love.

Rae curled up to my side, sighing in satisfaction. I hadn’t even noticed they had finished. I pulled her close. This was what I loved. I loved being able to just hold her.

“How are you doing, Reaper?” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m good. I finally feel at home, Charlie. I feel like going back and recruiting has made me whole. I just feel so good.” She smiled brightly. “I feel right.”
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I stared at my paper. This was my final release. It meant that I had passed all of my physical therapy and was cleared to move forward. It was the best experience and feeling after so many months of feeling like I was in limbo.

As I signed the paper, my attention was drawn to the TV. All across the board was a breaking news banner. I motioned for them to turn it up and stared as a couple of news anchors appeared on screen. They looked scared, nervous, and stoic. That meant that something terrible had happened. That was all that could mean.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your normal show with some breaking news. We have just learned that there was a mass shooting at on of the Marine recruitment offices.”

Images flashed on screen of ambulances and police officers and firefighters.

“We would like to warn our viewers that this content will be graphic for some viewers. At approximately eleven this morning, a man burst into the recruitment office and opened fire.”

More images flashed on screen. There was a crude video of a man with a gun entering the office. It looked like it was filmed from across the street.

“They were several young people in the office that day. Police have been on scene for the past two hours, identifying bodies and contacting families. Now that family members have been contacted, we will be releasing the names of the victims.


“Early reports state that there are sixteen causalities. Six people died in today’s shooting and the other ten are being treated at the hospital as we air. The gunman was a rejected man. According to the chief of police, the man was rejected for his asthma and history of violence.”

An image of a white man with a skinhead haircut appeared on screen. I was enraptured by the report. Who were the victims?

“We will now name the six who died today. The first victim was a nineteen-year-old from Los Angeles. His name was Marco Longoria and had been visiting the Navy base in San Diego before deciding to join the Marines. He was in the office to sign up for basic.

“Janice Granger was a twenty-three-year-old from Atlanta who was attending UCLA. She had been in the ROTC program and was interested in the Special Forces program. Henry Isaac was eighteen and fresh out of high school. Oliver Waters was eighteen and friends with Isaac. They were going to join the Marines together. The fifth victim was Kylee Davis. She was thirty and interested in the veteran programs the recruitment office offered.

“The last victim of the gunman was a big loss for the Marine community. Those who knew her when she served called her Lady Reaper.”

My heart dropped. “NO!” Several people turned to look at me as the news anchors continued.

“Lieutenant Rae Martinez was killed today after jumping in front of two potential candidates. It has been a shock to the community and she will be missed.”

My legs collapsed as a picture of Rae appeared on screen. My heart was beating out of my chest. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t.

Notes

HERETIC IS THE WORST! HERETIC IS THE WORST!!!