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young Lieutenant from Command Staff locked between her legs and Charlie caught them in the act. It turned out to be the longest night of Charlie Frazier's life. Sleep didn't come until the early hours of the morning, and when he awoke, he was no longer naive. Something had happened. During the fitful hours of unrewarding sleep, he had under-gone a metamorphosis. Hurt had been transformed into bitterness, innocence became stupidity, and getting even became a commitment. |
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Sure they made up. Sure they slept together again, and there were a lot of others. Charlie changed. Charlie Frazier no longer loved Cappy Salemhe used her. And tonight, when she was expecting something quite different, Cappy Salem was going to get a stupid glass jar full of a cloudy, foul-looking liquid containing he knew not what, and in the process she would be told that he had no intention of marrying her, taking her stateside, or ever seeing her again. If that wasn't revenge, what was? |
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With that thought, Charlie Frazier felt good. He laid out a fresh set of blues, peeled down to his shorts and walked down the hall of the BOQ to the latrine for a shower. By the time he pulled the curtain, the tiny metal cubicle was choking with steam. The water cascaded down on him and he felt the warmth spread |
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