“No, please,” her voice is barely a whisper, and I can almost feel the emotion choking it. Sex videos “Sergeant Baker,” (that’s me, by the way), Staff Sergeant Anderson says with derision, “We have two gun trucks,” (a gun truck is a HUMMV with either a .50 cal machine gun, or a MK-19 Grenade Launcher on top). My heart is thundering almost painfully in my chest, as I knock on the door. “That’s kind of perverted,” I’d told him, after he revealed to me what he’d been working on so hard during his free time. Hmm, space. I just want a child to call my own.”
A thought occurs to me, and I have to ask, “Who will you say is the father?”
She doesn’t even hesitate, “I’ll tell everyone that Michael had some frozen sperm, and I used that.”
This is really going to happen, I think, as I look into her green eyes, and nod. It takes me a good fifteen minutes sitting in my parked car, before I can build the courage up, and get out, a single letter in my hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this drunk before.” She looks down at me with her judgmental look, and I don’t want to look back at her. “I know, but I don’t think it’s completely finished.
