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few hours to go before his long-awaited rotation, Charlie Frazier still had a number of loose ends to attend to. |
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First, there was the matter of Cappy. Until the encounter with the Caron woman, she had been the best over the past two years. Cappy Salem, the girl from Cornerbrook, had big tits, a propensity to spread her legs, and was about as gullible as they come. Charlie laughed. The dim-witted little bitch actually believed he was taking her back to the States with him, actually believed he was going to marry her, actually believed he had made and paid for her reservations on the same MATS flight that was carrying him far away from this stifling place. |
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Charlie's symmetrically handsome face sobered as his thoughts kaleidoscoped to the night he decided to give Cappy Salem a gift she would never forget. Driver had sent him on a 14-day swing through the command's Arctic outposts where he was expected to introduce a new synoptic code. He had done it. In fact, he accomplished the task with a day to spare. The combination of good weather and good luck had put him back in Torbay a day early. Charlie jumped in his car and headed straight for Cappy's place to surprise her, hoping she'd be there. It was Charlie who got the surprise. Cappy was there, all right, but she wasn't waiting for him. Cappy had a |
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