this glorious day in the desert?" she inquires while shuffling back and forth between doing the bump and smurfing to the song in her head.
Laughing at the display and echoing her choice of greeting, I rap, "He's gone, gone baby, down by the poolside," and join in on the dance. We are causing a stir, judging by the stares we receive from the newbies doing their clinicals. "He left after his shift to quote ‘chill by the pool until I get off later today.’" I mimic his earlier facial expressions, causing another round of giggles from us.
"Ain't life just grand? Lucky little devil," she continues. "If I had a stud muffin like you, I would be taking my leave and finding the closest hammock in the oasis of life." She wiggles her eyebrows up and down. "Bet he's got one hell of a yummy popsicle!"
"Damn girl, don't you have a filter? And, um, hell yes, I rather like his popsicle too." Winking, I continue, “And one day you’ll find your special flavor," I state.
It's been five years since my graduation and I've spent them as a soldier and nurse in the United States Army. Savannah and I met in basic training and have been inseparable. The girl's a nut! She hails from Texas, where they grow 'em bigger, if you get my meaning, or so she tells me quite frequently.
The day I met her, we had finished a five-mile run. I was spent and the drill sergeant in charge wanted more. I almost quit until she got in my face and told me under no uncertain terms, she was not gonna be the only girl left in this platoon and for me to buck it up. Needless to say, I did, and from that moment on we've been the best of friends.
She pulled me out of my depression. After losing my mom my senior year in high school, my dad up and moved us about forty-five miles west of Lakeview, only to move back once I left home. My options were limited and I decided to opt out of my last year in high school and enroll in a fast-track program at the community college. Within eighteen months, I graduated with my Associates in nursing. The ROTC program allowed my commission into the army as an officer.
To make matters worse, not only did I lose my mom, but I lost my first love, Grayson Blackwood. I received a letter from him a couple of months after he left for West Point, stating he had met someone new and hoped I would understand that a long-distance relationship wouldn't work and blah blah blah. I never looked back. After graduation, I gathered the few things mom had left me and enlisted. It was my one-way ticket out of the View. Evan followed my lead and is now serving in the navy.
As I finish my chicken salad, Savannah nudges my arm. "Would you look at that piece of eye-candy walking through the door. Um, um, good. Think I'll mosey on over and see if I can get his name, rank, and digits," she cackles, gathers her trash, and heads toward her newest victim.
Savannah is drop-dead gorgeous and can drive a man to drink with her sassy mouth. Sometimes it amazes me that we are best friends. She's the opposite of me. She has snow-white hair cut short, accenting her pear-shaped face and mossy green eyes. I have long, curly dishwater-blond hair and almond-shaped blue eyes. She's a perfect ten with an hourglass shape and long, long legs. I'm shorter with a badonkadonk and only a handful of boobs. She's loud, obnoxiously funny, and doesn't know a stranger, while I enjoy sitting back, watching people, blending with the crowd. I guess it's true when they say opposites attract.
Bets run high with our crew on how long Savannah can keep a guy. Kind of like how to lose a guy in ten days. So far, her longest streak has been eight days. Maybe she can set a new record soon. She's been burned in the past, thus her rule of no attachments allowed. I know that feeling. Been there, done that.
Before we shipped off on our third tour of duty, Savannah and I went on a double blind date as a game of dare several of the
Laughing at the display and echoing her choice of greeting, I rap, "He's gone, gone baby, down by the poolside," and join in on the dance. We are causing a stir, judging by the stares we receive from the newbies doing their clinicals. "He left after his shift to quote ‘chill by the pool until I get off later today.’" I mimic his earlier facial expressions, causing another round of giggles from us.
"Ain't life just grand? Lucky little devil," she continues. "If I had a stud muffin like you, I would be taking my leave and finding the closest hammock in the oasis of life." She wiggles her eyebrows up and down. "Bet he's got one hell of a yummy popsicle!"
"Damn girl, don't you have a filter? And, um, hell yes, I rather like his popsicle too." Winking, I continue, “And one day you’ll find your special flavor," I state.
It's been five years since my graduation and I've spent them as a soldier and nurse in the United States Army. Savannah and I met in basic training and have been inseparable. The girl's a nut! She hails from Texas, where they grow 'em bigger, if you get my meaning, or so she tells me quite frequently.
The day I met her, we had finished a five-mile run. I was spent and the drill sergeant in charge wanted more. I almost quit until she got in my face and told me under no uncertain terms, she was not gonna be the only girl left in this platoon and for me to buck it up. Needless to say, I did, and from that moment on we've been the best of friends.
She pulled me out of my depression. After losing my mom my senior year in high school, my dad up and moved us about forty-five miles west of Lakeview, only to move back once I left home. My options were limited and I decided to opt out of my last year in high school and enroll in a fast-track program at the community college. Within eighteen months, I graduated with my Associates in nursing. The ROTC program allowed my commission into the army as an officer.
To make matters worse, not only did I lose my mom, but I lost my first love, Grayson Blackwood. I received a letter from him a couple of months after he left for West Point, stating he had met someone new and hoped I would understand that a long-distance relationship wouldn't work and blah blah blah. I never looked back. After graduation, I gathered the few things mom had left me and enlisted. It was my one-way ticket out of the View. Evan followed my lead and is now serving in the navy.
As I finish my chicken salad, Savannah nudges my arm. "Would you look at that piece of eye-candy walking through the door. Um, um, good. Think I'll mosey on over and see if I can get his name, rank, and digits," she cackles, gathers her trash, and heads toward her newest victim.
Savannah is drop-dead gorgeous and can drive a man to drink with her sassy mouth. Sometimes it amazes me that we are best friends. She's the opposite of me. She has snow-white hair cut short, accenting her pear-shaped face and mossy green eyes. I have long, curly dishwater-blond hair and almond-shaped blue eyes. She's a perfect ten with an hourglass shape and long, long legs. I'm shorter with a badonkadonk and only a handful of boobs. She's loud, obnoxiously funny, and doesn't know a stranger, while I enjoy sitting back, watching people, blending with the crowd. I guess it's true when they say opposites attract.
Bets run high with our crew on how long Savannah can keep a guy. Kind of like how to lose a guy in ten days. So far, her longest streak has been eight days. Maybe she can set a new record soon. She's been burned in the past, thus her rule of no attachments allowed. I know that feeling. Been there, done that.
Before we shipped off on our third tour of duty, Savannah and I went on a double blind date as a game of dare several of the
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