Samuel Ch. 02

We really weren't getting a lot of sleep. I made that point to Sam when he finally settled down to spoon me, which was the only way we could share a rack.

"You know," I said, "I'd heard the Navy runs on fuel oil and coffee. I just didn't know the coffee was on account of all the dick."

"Yeah, man," he said. "They had to give up rum and the lash, but sodomy is alive and well."

"Good to know. Suddenly I have high hopes for my career."

"Slut," he said with a sleepy chuckle. "You'll be an admiral at twenty five."

"Boy's gotta use what he's got, sweetheart," I said. Sam may not even have been awake to hear it.