"You a Seal or something?" He asks me.
"Nope. Just an Army Aviator."
He laughs. "Damn. Fly boy! Thought you were a real soldier."
I laugh with him. "Marine?"
"Oorah!"
He holds his hand out and I shake it. "Thanks."
"You’re welcome. It looks good there. You should leave it."
"Yeah. I think it’s safe there."
"You got food tonight?"
"I ate at the shelter."
"Alright. I hear they are good people."
"Yeah." He pats me on the back. "Thanks again."
"Sure." I turn around and head back. My mind is clear and the tension along with the frustration is gone.
As I walk, I start making my plans.I may not be able to taste her sweet sexiness for three more months, but that won’t stop me from preparing for a long-term fucking arrangement with her. I’ve got changes to make to the East Wing of my house.