The Treatment Tent

Dammit, Lucy thought. She was as good as dead, but as long as she could convince Linda to keep the matter strictly between the two of them, there might be a chance to get out of this relatively unscathed. "I was with Cpl. Richards, ma'am."

"Where?"

Lucy gulped. "In his shop van, ma'am."

"Doing what?"

Lucy felt eviscerated. "Having sex," she mumbled just loud enough for the lieutenant to hear.

"I didn't hear you! Speak up when you talk to me!" Linda snapped, and Lucy did something totally unexpected: she snapped right back. Losing all sense of military bearing, she leaned in as close as she could to Linda and lit into her. "I was in Cpl. Richards' van having the absolute best sex I have *ever* had!"

Lucy then returned to the position of attention, fully expecting swift and decisive punishment. Instead, Linda merely sipped from a bottle of water and exhaled deeply. "Thank you for at least telling me the truth, Lucy. Sgt. Young woke up a little while ago asking where you were, so I came out here to find you. Now sit down." Significantly relieved, Lucy did as she was asked and lit up a smoke. She laughed as she took the first couple puffs, and Linda asked her what was so funny. "This has to be the best smoke I've had all day," Lucy chuckled, getting a laugh out of Linda as well. "So, did he talk about me at all?" Linda asked.

"Yeah," Lucy responded, clearly not wanting to divulge the details of the conversation she and Mike had had, but Linda asked for them anyway. "He could tell you weren't really enjoying yourself, and he wasn't enjoying himself either, so he didn't want to waste his time any longer."

Linda opened her mouth to rebut, but realized that she had been thinking the same thing. She switched the focus off of herself and back onto Lucy: "Well, did you two enjoy yourselves?"

"Are you kidding? I have never had sex that good in my life. Actually, before tonight, I found out I never had good sex period."

"Damn, he's that good?"

"He really is. But, you can't expect a man to give you good sex if he's not in his own element."

"'His own element?'"

"See, the thing with Cpl. Richards is, he says good sex should be loud, and here you two were in a tent full of sleeping people."

"Well, I couldn't leave the tent, but I needed some dick... what else was I supposed to do?"

"Hmm... don't know what to tell you on that one," Lucy mused. "All I know right now is that my kitty is happy, and here's hoping I can keep her that way." With that, Lucy finished her cigarette and went to sleep. Linda, meanwhile, finished her water as she contemplated the situation. Being the low officer on the pecking order had led to her being assigned night coverage for what would more than likely be the entire length of the deployment, so the luxury of slipping off for some late night dick was not an option. Attempting to get laid during the day would be an exercise in sheer stupidity, so she resigned herself to five more months without sex and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Lucy and Mike fucked for at least two hours every night, only being discovered once by Mike's platoon sergeant after a poor job of cleaning up. Fortunately for both of them, Mike's platoon sergeant was also his shop foreman, so the matter was kept in-house, although Mike did have to stay an extra hour cleaning up the van for a week.

A month after they redeployed, Mike PCS'ed to Italy. He gave Lucy one more night of fireworks before he left for the airport. On the way, he reflected on something.

In his two years at his unit, that was the only time he ever went to sick call.

THE END