“A fucking Democrat, Rhonda? Seriously?” Marcus said as the man rolled in pain. “You cheated on me with this pussy? Are you a lesbian now?”

“Marcus you were always gone!” Rhonda screamed.

“Whatever. Pack your shit and get out!” Marcus screamed.

Marcus had survived three conflicts, having been shot at, bombed, and forced to survive on his own for days in the wilderness, but Rhonda’s betrayal hurt him the most. He had never felt so vulnerable before. YN1 Herrington spent two days in the hospital while Marcus’ superiors tried their best to keep him out of the Brig by settling for a reduction in rank and forfeiture of pay, but the damage was done. Marcus vowed to never let himself be so vulnerable again.

Victor Alvarez

New Friends

Miami, FL

15 March 2007

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“You’re much better than he is,” she said, rubbing the black hair on his chest.

Victor Alvarez sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed. He looked over at her. She was laying there naked and sweating from their second lovemaking session of the evening. Her long, dark brown hair just barely covered her exposed breasts.

“We’ve got time for one more,” she said as she sat up and kissed his neck.

Victor brushed his hands through his jet black hair. These women always seemed to get so clingy. “What time will he be home?”

“It’s Thursday night. Jay goes to the track on Thursday nights,” she said as she caressed his back.

“There will be more time for us later,” he said as he turned to kiss her. She grabbed his face and kissed him sensually.

“When are we going to run away together like you promised? I’ve already started talking to divorce lawyers,” she said. Her brown eyes were deep with concern. He had been working her for the past two months. On the other hand, maybe she had been working him. He had trouble thinking of it as “work.”

“Soon, my love,” he said, kissing her forehead, “but for now, I should go so as not to make a scene when he returns.”

Victor stood, grabbing his pants and shirt from the foot of the bed. The woman crawled out of bed behind him. He took a moment to take in her toned body and caramel skin. He loved this job so much.

“Give me a moment and I’ll walk you out,” she said as she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her.

Victor smiled as he continued putting on his clothes. As she walked into the bathroom, he slowly eased toward the dresser. Next to it sat a dirty clothes bin. When she was safely out of view, he carefully searched the drawers. Nothing. He looked into the dirty clothes and found a pair of men’s slacks. He picked them up and dug through the pockets, pulling out two pieces of paper.

Victor glanced back to the bathroom as he opened the two crumpled pieces of paper. The first was an ATM receipt. Nothing unusual - just a one hundred dollar transfer. The second was a betting slip for the Flagler Greyhound Track in Miami.