The Lust of the General

"Yeah, it does. Can't imagine why." Rebecca replied.

We both laughed and got dressed as best we could, considering we ripped the buttons out of each other's blouses. I got back to my quarters around twenty-two hundred and took a long cold shower. My body was covered with fingernail scratches and hickeys, but I had never felt more fulfilled, nor more loved and desired in my entire life. I crawled into bed just before midnight and slept like a baby. When I woke in the morning, I stumbled to my front door to get the paper. I couldn't believe how stiff and soar I was. For an active soldier in the U.S. Army to be this out of shape was sinful. Only problem was, I wasn't out of shape at all; the lust of the General had just worn me down. I opened the door and found the most beautiful arrangement of roses I'd ever seen in my life sitting on my front porch. I opened the card and read it:

"Thank you for the most fulfilling and passionate night of my life, Major Grant. All my love and lust, General Lee."

I did a double take on Major Grant. Major Grant? I'm Captain Grant. You of all people should know that considering some of the orders you were issuing me last night, I thought. Then I caught the P.S. just below her signature and it read:

"Look in the box."

I looked down beside the flowers and sure enough, there was a small box that looked like a necklace case. I picked it up and opened it. Inside were two small gold oak leaves; the uniform rank insignia of a U.S. Army Major. A powerful chill passed through my body as tears welled in my eyes. I then spotted a business card in the lid of the case and took it out. It read:

"Official presentation and documentation of promotion today at thirteen hundred hours for now Major Miranda Grant; over please."

I flipped the card over and read:

"As soon as you make General, we have a date in Appomattox Courthouse, Virginia for a Lee and Grant rematch."

There was a heart drawn in bright pink ink with a smiling face inside it and the initials R.E. Lee. Tears were now streaming down my cheeks, my heart was thundering and I was having trouble catching my breath. For the first time in my life, I actually felt not only like a woman, but like a lady:

Somebody had sent me flowers.

THE END