Disclaimer: This is a fictional story all the characters are mine. The areas this story takes place in are actual places, and I have tried to give you the best description possible to give the feeling of actually being there. All the characters are fictional and are not meant to represent anyone in the Marine Corps.

Violence: Yes there is a little more than what you see in the show.

Sex: Yep and lots of it, and I will never tell what actually went on behind closed doors in the barracks but you all can use your imaginations. (wicked little beasts)

Language: Yes I’ve used the Military terms I used while serving my time in the Corps and everyday language Marines use whether male or female.

Comments: Send all comments to Hecate3366@aol.com

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As she pulled off of us Rt. 1 Officer Candidate brennen magdoon gazed up at the arch above the entrance to Quantico Marine Corps Base, the words “Crossroads of the Marine Corps” was boldly telling her that her life was about to change, glancing to her right was the Iwo Jima monument, pride burst in her chest as tears came to her eyes, her whole life was groomed for this moment when she would join the ranks of the proudest warriors in the world. remembering her dreams of dress blues and crossed swords was interrupted by a horn blaring behind her, shifting her old rusted Toyota Corolla into gear she headed to the guard shack, handing her orders to the Corporal she was given directions to the receiving center at OCS {Officer Candidate School}. the ride through mainside brought a smile to her face as she seen both Marines in uniform and civilian cloths, no matter the dress you could tell they were Marines, they walked with pride knowing they are the best, and the world can sleep at night because the marines will be there to make them safe. passing the airwing she seen firetrucks and marines running around in their bright yellow gear trying to extinguish 55 gallons drums filled with what she supposed was oil and fuel. crossing the small bridge she went over the railroad tracks. the Cpl. Said it was the first building she would see dead center after crossing the tracks, it sure didn’t look like much she thought. it was just a small white building with a scarlet and gold sign out front saying headquarters. oh well she thought. walking through the front door she came to a long bar that had a small room behind where a marine in Charlie’s sat watching a small TV. Clearing her throat she got his attention, when he came before her she noticed that his uniform was rumpled and his eyes were bloodshot.

“Your an early one” He said. “Most of you candies {slang for Candidate} don’t show up until the last day. I need your orders and all your other paper work, then I’ll call over to the barracks and have someone come pick you up.”

A half hour later she was being led through a rickety screen door into an open squadbay, racks were lined up on both walls, mattresses were rolled up at one end with linen and a faded green blanket on the other. She felt like she had just traveled back in time to the Vietnam era, this was nothing like the movies where everything was spit and shine and everything new.

The female sergeant showed her to a rack at the front of the squadbay. “You can take this one here for the time being, once everyone else gets here your DI’s will assign racks and bunkies {female candie who you are paired with} so far your the only one here, so I’ll show you around, by the way I’m Sgt. Jacklynn Cormack, I’ll be one of your instructors, i teach uniform code and military justice or ucmj. any questions, looking at the papers in her hand. Candidate Magdoon.

“What can I do to occupy myself until everyone else gets here, I just don’t want to sit around here and do nothing.”

“Well you can run the obstacle course , or I can give you some manuals to study, you’ve got almost 10 days before anyone else gets here to do what ever. Why are you here so early anyways?”

“I ahhh, had no where else to go.”

“Ok, well I’ll leave you to it, if you need anything I’ll be at the building next door just come in the front, I’m the duty Officer today so I’ll be there until 0700 tomorrow.”

Brennan slid her suitcase under her rack and not knowing what to do she tried to do the required hospital quarters with the linen and blanket. Having finished she prided herself on having a tight rack.

Back on mainside the female barracks was divided into two sections one side was enlisted from Private to Sgt. from first to third deck the other side was both male and female Noncommissioned Officers or NCO’s the third floor was where all the dykes lived thanks to the BEQ manager {basic enlisted quarters} Staff Sergeant Wilkins, and that was the party floor whether gay or not that’s where you went if you wanted to get fried. and that’s just what room 333 was doing.

“Danny, what the hell are you doing, your getting beer all over the floor!”

The dark haired woman grinned, golden eyes half lidded trying to focus. “It’s called shot gunning, sees ya pokes this little hole in the bottom then ya pops the top, and it shoots down your throat. one of the demo {demolition’s} guys showed me, cool ain’t it?”

“Oh ya, are you gonna swab my deck now?”

“Come on Ronnie.” she whined to the tall ebony haired woman who’s crystal blue eye’s drilled into her. We all know your one of those compulsive cleaners, right guys!” 5 other women agreed with her all throwing beer and chips in the air.

“All right all you drunk ass bitches outta here, and I will see you Danny, on the parade deck at 0600.”

Groans could be heard around the room. Danny stood up swaying, giving a snap and pop salute she slurred. “Aye Aye Gunnery sergeant Flaherty!” Blue eyes rolled as 6ft of drill Instructor herded the drunks out of her room. Grabbing a broom and swab she started cleaning her room as she listened to Melissa Etheridge on her CD player.

“She will be hurting big time tomorrow, and I will definitely make it worse!”

All of Brennan’s 5’4” in height was straining to try and get over the wall, taking a running start she jumped just to slam into the wooden slats, her long blond hair dripping with sweat, dirt and grass stains covered her small body. Sitting down at the base of the wall she took a needed rest, leaning back she closed her eyes breathing deeply she tried to catch her breath. she heard someone coming towards her but was to tired to move, all of a sudden three women in pt gear came running towards her, they seemed to fly over the wall without even touching it. Jumping up she looked up at the 6 foot wall. “Son of a bitch, how did they do that?”

Danny and Jack continued on while Ronnie hung back then decided to run back to the wall, coming around the far side she stood on Brennan’s blind side.

“It’s up there a ways ain’t little one?”

Brennan jumped three foot in the air at the sound of the voice, green eyes stared up into laughing blue ones.

“Jump that high again and you just may make it next time.” She laughed as she put her hand on the little blondes shoulder and took off at a trot.

“I ain’t little! She yelled to empty air. I’m vertically challenged!”

Brennan half jogged half walked back to the barracks to shower and change for chow, being the only candie there she ate with the enlisted, sitting at a table towards the rear of the chow hall she read one of the training manuals Sgt. Cormack had given her, promising herself that she would have all this stuff memorized before the others got there.

The three DI’s came into the chow hall, after getting their trays they headed for the rear table that was reserved for the DI’s, as Jack went past Brennan she stopped.

“Hitting the books already Magdoon?”

Brennan looked up into her kind brown eyes. “I figured I would try and get a head start, thanks for the books.”

“Anytime, and keep trying that wall, you’ll get it I did so did Danny.”

Brennan smiled at her, once she left Brennan looked over at their table, seeing the DI that had called her “Little one” she was amazed, that women should be on the cover of a magazine not running around in camies.

Ronnie gave Jack a look of utter confusion. “You know her?”

“She’s one of the new candies, I gave her some manuals to study, I don’t think she’s gonna make some of the pt {physical training} she’s so little!”

Danny held out her hands in a groping motion. “I’ll help her up over that wall and all the other walls I know of.” Licking her lips in a seductive way.

Ronnie reached over grabbing Danny’s tongue she growled in her ear. “Keep your hands and tongue to yourself, remember that big word fraternization?” Letting her tongue go with a yank. “Jack better keep her in control or in the rack for a few hours before she gets her ass in the CO’s office, again!”

“Oowwww.” Danny yelped. “That was my ass you just pinched Jack!”

“Sure was, knock off the bullshit, we don’t need scuttlebutt {rumors} started! the Captain can’t cover for us much more!”

Brennan’s mind was reeling with the information in the guidebook for marines, looking at the pictures of different ways to carry a Marine she knew there was no way she could do the fireman’s carry, she couldn’t imagine having someone thrown up over her shoulder! Hopefully she would never have to do it.

Every morning she tried to get up early even reveille didn’t pierce her dead to the world sleep. She did continue to pt every morning, running the course and performing the exercises at each point, but that damn wall kept beating her as well as the swing rope over the quietly pit, gods that stuff was gross. On occasion she just sat back and watched the DI’s run the course, they made it seem so easy, she wanted so bad to ask one of them for help but her pride just wouldn’t let her, she had to do this all on her own or not at all!

Days later she was woke up by loud voices in the squadbay, opening one eye she seen a handful of women dropping their personnel items on the deck next to racks, boisterous laughing at one in particular, a thin muscular woman with dark hair and brown eyes was the butt of their jokes. picking her stuff up she moved across the bay and dropped everything with a bang next to Brennan’s rack.

“Stupid bitche’s, I hope they get footrot of the mouth!”

Brennan stretched and crawled out of her rack, blurry eyes making out the woman. “Something wrong?” She asked.

“No, their just assholes, you know rich college brats, their so high and mighty with their majors in tennis and sex education!” Sorry, they just piss me off!”

“Well we all have to have college education’s to be here. by the way my name is Brennan Magdoon.” She held out her hand to the other woman.

“Sorry, I’m Cpl. Lisa James, nice to meet you.”

“Cpl.” Brennan responded with a questioning look.

“Yeah, I’m enlisted, I went to college on my free time so that i could attend OCS, it’s the only way I could do it. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college, so I did it on my own.” she shrugged her shoulders.

Brennan smiled at her. “You should be proud of yourself, and don’t let those brats bother you.” Her eyes twinkled. “It looks like were in the same boat. Hey we’ve got some time you want ta go grab some chow before all hell breaks loose around here?”

All that day women filtered into the barracks the noise and confusion came to end at lights out, snoring and grumbles were heard through out the night and into the wee hours of the morning, but Brennan didn’t hear any of this, not even when the lights came on and metal garbage cans came crashing to the deck at 0300 the next morning. women flew out of the racks hitting the floor before they knew what happened. “get out of those racks!” yelled one of the DI’s. “Get in front and get your slumping ass’s at attention, now!” Two of the DI’s walked down the along the front of the shaking women while the Senior DI stood at the front of the squadbay watching with a blank expression on her face. noticing one woman still in the rack she glided across the deck, leaning over she whispered in her ear. “Ok princess, rise and shine.” Brennan groaned and covered her head with her blanket. Growling deep in her throat the SDI grabbed the blanket and yanked it off of her.

“Get out of that rack!!” She yelled right in Brennan’s ear, her heart beat out of her chest, jumping out of the rack she stumbled to stand in front of it.

“Now that I have everyone’s attention.” She glared at Brennan. I am GySgt Flaherty, your senior drill Instructor. I am everything you will ever need while you are here. So forget your boyfriends, mommy and daddy they can’t help you here! Your other drill instructors are Sgt.’s Cormack and Poninski. You will answer with yes or no ma’am. Am I understood?” A small murmur was heard, raising her voice to ear penetrating volume she yelled “I can’t heearrrr you!!!!” the Candidates came back with a yell of “Yes ma’am!”

“You have five minutes to get dressed and back in front of your racks, then you will stand at attention until further orders are given, do you understand?” She bellowed.

“yes ma’am!

65 Candidates were half assed marched towards the chow hall, a majority of them bebopped and wandered out of formation. the DI’s yelled the entire time and it was only a 2 minute walk to the chow hall from their barracks. After all of them had been fed the slop the cooks called food they were marched to a Quonset hut filled with tables and enlisted marines in their Charlie’s {tan dress shirt and green trousers} they were lined up single file outside the door. ten at a time were ushered in to have all their paperwork completed. Brennan was in front of her new bunkie Candidate James who carried her SRB {Service record book} under her arm unlike the others who’s OQR’s {Officer qualification book} were pilled up on the first table. Standing before one of the female clerks Brennan was completing her SGLI {servicemens group life insurance} she came to the space for beneficiary a stricken look came over her face.

“Excuse me ma’am, the Candidate has no living relatives, what should the Candidate put in this area?”

Pulling a list out the clerk handed it to her. “You can pick one of these organizations if you want.”

Scanning the list she picked the Women’s Rape Organization. Handing it back she moved on to the next table. Lisa stood at attention before the clerk keeping her eyes to the front. Looking over the form the clerk eyes started to tear up.

“Lisa.” She whispered. Why’d ya put my name on here?”

“The Candidate...” Lisa interrupted. “At ease, now tell me.”

“Your all I have that’s why, in the case I drop dead on the course at least you’ll be able to keep our house.”

“Don’t even think about that, your gonna make it, and I’ll see you once you get liberty in a month.”

They were now marched to the parade deck to be loaded into a cattle car that was to take them to mainside to get their uniforms at cash sales. Once again they were lined up in single file outside the doors, as they walked through Marines handed them their initial uniforms of cami’s, covers,(hats) boots,oxfords

And dress uniforms both wool and poly, their dress whites and blues would come later in their training. Brennan looked at the cami’s she was handed, even thou they were xsml short she would still be swimming in them. The whole day was march here march there her head was spinning as well as her stomach growling, one of the hard things was not being able to eat when she was hungry.

The platoon of worn out women were herded to their first encounter with the OCS Executive Officer, with them standing at parade rest on the parade deck they listened to him go on for over an hour, with the heat at it’s highest Brennan felt as if she was going to melt, she could feel the asphalt getting soft under her combat boots, she swore her soles were now embedded in the tar, with eyes forward she couldn’t see what was going on behind her all she heard was what sounded like heavy bags hitting the ground. it wasn’t until they were marched off to the barracks that she noticed that around 12 women were missing. She later found out that they had dropped in formation from the heat, even though all of them were in just their unbloused cami trousers, green T-shirts and cami cover some of them couldn’t handle the heat of the Virginia spring weather, thank the gods she was from west Virginia where the weather was the same.

Three weeks had gone by with Brennan being woke up by the sound of yelling in her ear by the tall SDI, and having the others in her platoon glare at her everytime she answered a question in class, it wasn’t her fault they were all so dense. Sgt. Cormack paid special attention to her in class and that didn’t go over to well with the others either. Lisa helped her with her uniforms and taught her how to use surgical cotton to shine her boots and oxfords, between the two of them they were the most squared away in K company. Today they were to learn how to use the pugle sticks, Sgt. Poninski would be their instructor, the short stocky marine had a look that reminded her of a sociopath, she was brutal in the sparing never pulling a hit, she grinned everytime she dropped someone to the ground. Brennan stood before her while the others practiced moves with each other, since there was an odd number of women left even with the DOR’s {drop on request} and medical releases, Brennan was often paired up with one of the DI’s. Taken a wide footed stance Brennan held her pugle stick out a chest height, Sgt. Poninski swung an overhead strike which she blocked after numerous hits and misses from Brennan the Sgt. dropped her.

Sgt. Poninski held out her hand “You did good, keep it up and maybe one day I’ll be the one being helped up.” The smile she gave Brennan came from her eyes as well.

Ronnie, Jack and Danny were sitting in the e-club at the back table nursing beers and relaxing after a full day of making Candidates miserable.

“Ronnie, how many do you think are gonna drop this week after you start teaching them self defense, remember the last time you threw that one kid down so hard we thought she would end up in a body cast.” Danny slammed her hand on the table and flopped it around like a dead fish.

“She deserved it, the little bitch and her fancy karate moves that she most likely learned off of karate kid movies, it’s not my fault she was a prissy rich girl who couldn’t take a little pain.”

“I see your point.” Jack replied. “What do you think of Magdoon and James? You know their real close together with scores in the company.”

Ronnie pondered the question, she knew James, being prior enlisted which gave her an advantage with the training but magdoon was something else, she noticed how the others kinda pushed her to the side and ignored her, she would make it a point to go over to student admin and take a look at her OQR, maybe there would be some answers there as to why she was being treated like a leper. she knew all to well as to how that felt being 6ft tall at the age of 12 and never wanting to play those girlie games she played wargames and football with the boys instead. from a young age she knew she would wear dress blues and proved it by being Molly Marine upon graduation at Paris island 12 years before.

It was the day before they would have their first weekend of liberty and Ronnie had planned it so that she would start their self-defense training today so they would be nice and sore for the weekend, she enjoyed ruining their first weekends, after all the enlisted don’t get liberties until the day before they graduate and they can’t leave the base, where these Candidates get turned loose on the poor civilians, their cocky attitudes needed dampened.

After a grueling 2 mile forced double-time march in full deuce gear {full Alice pack}including steel pot {helmet} the Candidates were marched to the training grounds outside the barracks, dropping their gear to the ground they then paired off with their bunkies with the exception of Brennan who still was the odd one out, having lost her former bunkie Lisa to the rack beside her along time ago. Ronnie stood in front of platoon.

“Paaarrraaadddde rest.” She bellowed. Walking along the ranks with her cover just above her dark eyebrows crystal blue gleamed out from the darkness the bill provided. Stopping in front of some of the woman to intimidate she told them what the reason of hand to hand combat was for. “there maybe a time when you are at close quarters and unable to use your rifle, that is why we teach you to kill with your hands, although women at this time are not directly in the combat area we still teach you incase you come in contact with the enemy.”

Showing the candies by having them watch her and Danny show the different holds that can be applied to an enemy Jack walk through the ranks correcting some of them while Brennan stood alone and watched. Ronnie sent Danny off to help Jack while she went to instruct Brennan. removing her cover she placed it along with her cami Jacket on the ground beside Brennan’s gear. Brennan stood at parade rest with her eyes forward. Ronnie stepped in front of her looking down she noticed that the small womans hair was actually a strawberry blond color, perfect eyebrows above green eyes surrounded by dark lashes. “What the hell am I doing?” S he thought to herself. I’m drooling over her like a bitch in heat!”

“Candidate magdoon.” She said

Keeping her eyes forward she answered “Yes ma’am!”

“You can eyeball me Candidate, I need you to see what I’m doing.” Brennan looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen, a warm jolt went right to her heart and her mind shut down.

“Magdoon, did you hear me?” Ronnie was grinning at the look on the womans face, knowing that her military bearing just fell to the wayside when green eyes met hers.

“No ma’am, the Candidate did not hear the GYSGT.”

“I want you to use the two handed grab, sweep my leg and drop me, then hold the killing strike, I wanna live to collect my retirement.”

Brennan’s eyes twinkled with laughter at what her SDI slipped on to the end of her instructions. “Yes ma’ma.” T Turning her hands so that her thumbs were towards the ground she grasped Ronnie’s T-shirt then twisted her hands upward, holding tight she stepped forward to Ronnie’s right hip swinging her right leg she caught her right behind her knees while pushing with her hands, when Ronnie hit the ground Brennan was straddling her and held the heel of her hand in front of her nose. if she was to complete the move the septum bone would push forward up into the brain killing instantly. She looked down to see her right hand resting on Ronnie’s breast, feeling the warmth under her hand she didn’t want to move it.

“Can I get up now magdoon?” She questioned.

“Aahhh, yes ma’am.” She stammered.

“Now it’s my turn.” In a heart beat Brennan was on her back with Ronnie straddling her. giving her a lopsided grin she whispered in a deep voice “Never knew what hit you did ya?” Her palms were tingling where they rested on Brennan’s breasts. Her body was screaming one thing and her brain another. “I’m gonna die, my blood pressure is gonna kill me, and just from copping a feel!” Brennan’s heart was rattling her ribcage she could feel how hard her nipples had become just from and innocent touch.

Helping her to her feet Ronnie called the platoon back to attention then to at ease. they had started to put their gear on when Brennan’s cover fell down over her eyes and nose. A scent of shampoo and sweat wafted to her nose taking a deep breath she inhaled, butterflies flew around in her belly and chest. “I’m going crazy, that’s it, nuttier than a fruitcake!”

She found her cover and then approached Ronnie with her cover and cami Jacket, fingers touched for a brief instant sending little shock waves up their arms, their eyes locked on to each other to be broken by Jack calling Ronnie’s name.

“Gunny, it’s chow time with or without gear?”

“Without, that place is to small as it is with all the bullet heads in there {bullet heads are the males, they wear helmet liners painted silver to keep the sun from frying their microscopic brains.}

Brennan sat on her foot locker polishing her boots when Lisa came up to her dressed in Levi’s and T-shirt, pulling the spare foot locker out she sat down across from her. “Going any where this weekend Brennan?”

“No, I’m just gonna hang around here, maybe go to the movies or something.”

“If you want I’m meeting some friends tonight at a bar in DC, you can come with us, it’s just a small place, nice and quiet, we just sit around and run our jaws.”

“I’m not really into the bar scene, it’s like going to a meat market.”

“Ohh come on, where I go you don’t have to worry about being pawed or hit on, just give it a try, you can follow me up that way you can leave early if you want, better yet we can go together, I’ve already got a ride home.”

“Home?” She asked. “Your going home this weekend, you know were on Cinderella curfew right?”

Lisa leaned in close to her. “Don’t say anything to anybody, I have a house in Stafford county, it’s about 15 minutes outside of the back gate from TBS {the basic school} I never told anyone here but I was stationed at mainside at headquarters company, better that those prissy bitches don’t know anything about where I was stationed.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, when were you leaving?” Brennan asked.

“As soon as you throw on some Levi’s and shoes, were a bunch of slobs so what you where doesn’t matter.”

They were in dc down by the naval yard heading towards some out of the way bar named JD’s. Brennan had never been down here before so she had no idea where she was, she was just following Lisa’s directions. Pulling down an alley they came to the end where there was a small parking lot, half a dozen cars where already parked there. but it was still early most of them where still at work and wouldn’t get there until later. Getting out of her antique Toyota they headed for the door that was nondescript with only JD’s in silver letters, soft music could be heard coming from inside along with laughing. Lisa opened the door for Brennan and ushered her in. her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting making out women sitting at the bar and the small tables at the back , the dance floor was not large but it was raised about 2foot off the floor directly across from the bar, mirrors covered the wall giving it the appearance of a much larger room. following Lisa over to one of the tables she was surprised to see her pick up one of the woman there and give her a very deep passionate kiss. Her eyes were still huge when Lisa looked at her.

“Brennan, I want you to meet my wife Lori, Lori this is Brennan.”

She stood there in awe, her brain kept telling her that Lori looked very familiar. “Wait a minute, you were at our processing, you did the SGLI’s.”

“She’s good Lisa, yep that was me. I have to tell you something that my other half probably forgot.” Lisa gave an impish grin. The marines you see here.” She waved her arm around. “You don’t see here, understand.”

“No problem, I don’t see a thing. Lisa, you could have told me we were coming to this kinda bar.”

“And ruin your coming out surprise!” Lisa retorted

“Huhhh, ya lost me, coming out of where?” Brennan asked.

“You west by god hillbillies, the closet girlfriend, the minute I seen you my gaydar went off the scale, not to mention the looks you give old gunny!”

Brennan blushed right to her hairline. “You noticed that, I thought I hid it pretty well.”

“Never mind get yourself a beer or something and come join us then I’ll introduce you to the rest of the bulldykes.”

Brennan was having the time of her life, never had she gone to a bar where she didn’t have to beat off advances or listen to lewd comments, it was just like sitting around at a friends house, Lisa was right all they did was run their jaws, and mostly about what was going on at base, most of these women were from Quantico or fort Belvoir the army base. She was starting to get a little buzzed from the beer which she didn’t normally drink but really didn’t care, she was having fun, she felt a hand come down on her shoulder, looking over she seen Lori pointing to the door, Brennan’s jaw dropped open. in walked 3 women in black leather, pants, Jacket and gloves she couldn’t see who they were because they had on black motorcycle helmets with tinted shields. when the first one took off her helmet to show a toothy grin Brennan could only get out “By the gods!”

Lisa leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “You ain’t seen nothing yet girlfriend, just wait!”

The 3 women strode up to the table, two of them were shaking hands and giving hugs to their friends while the third stood in the back watching, she still hadn’t taken off her helmet, Brennan felt her hands start to sweat and a fire burning in her body, just looking at the leather clad women made her hot, she could care less what was under the helmet. She heard Lisa yell “hey cuz, come on take the pot off your dense head!” Bending over at the waist she pulled the helmet off tossing back long ebony hair as she straightened up, Brennan almost had a heart attack as she meet crystal blue eyes looking back at her, her jaw almost dropped to the table top, Lisa shook her shoulder. ‘Nothin like having your DI’s being dykes huh?” She laughed at Brennan’s expression.

“Now’s your chance, my cousin Ronnie is single, and by the way she’s looking at you she is most definitely interested, I just wish we weren’t related if ya know what i mean!” Lisa winced as a hand smacked her up along side the head. “I heard that, you can always sleep on the couch tonight!” Lori threatened.

Ronnie raised her left eyebrow and pointed a finger at Lisa giving her the motion to come hither. leaning to Brennan’s ear she whispered “I just love that look, she’s hot ain’t she?” All Brennan could do was nod her head.

“What is she doing here?” Ronnie hissed to Lisa. “Are you crazy, all we need is for this to get out and all our careers are gone!”

“Don’t worry, she’s one of us. Gods Ron are you that blind? Look at her she hasn’t taken her eyes off of you!”

“It’s probably because her SDI and DI’s are in a bar full of dykes!”

“Get real Ron, I seen how you acted when you where teaching her self defense, I was tempted to go and get you guys some pillows and blankets!”

“That bad huh?”

“Yeahhh, the grass is scorched from you guys, now come on over and stop being so dense oh great DI warrior.”

as they moved towards the table Lisa swore she was going to have to get Brennan a droll cup if she didn’t close her mouth, pulling her seat out she pushed Ronnie down into it as she sat on Lori’s lap. Yelling to the bartender she ordered Ronnie a Jack and coke and more beers for the rest of them.

“So Brennan.” She whispered close to her ear, her warm breath moving the hairs on the small blondes neck. “why the marines? I read your OQR you could have gotten a job with one of the best law firms around since you graduated number one in your class?”

Coming out of her trance at the sound of her name before she even knew what she was saying she had both feet in her mouth.

“Ma’am, the candid...” two fingers from a large tanned hand covered her lips. “Stop, my name is Ronnie, not ma’am, away from base I don’t answer to it, all right?” Brennan shook her head when the fingers disappeared her lips still tingled from the contact.

“Ok.” with hesitation. “Ronnie, I wanted to work for the judge advocants office to help woman keep their rights, to put it simply I want to nail men’s hides to the wall for sexual harassment, rape, discrimination, sexual preference and what ever else they try to pull.”

“You have high hopes don’t you? The military will never change it’s views on gays.”

“Maybe not but the other things they do to females could be changed! Why did you join? someone with your looks could be on covers of magazines?” A pink blush would have been seen if not for the darkness of the bar.

Ronnie’s eyebrows hid in her hairline. “Thanks, I think. I joined so that I could knock the hell out of male Marines in the e-club, plus it’s kind of a family tradition.” finishing her drink she asked for a coke, when out at the bars her limit was one drink.

“Mine to, daddy was a Master Gunnery Sergeant.”

Ronnie’s eyebrow went up again. “Was?” She questioned. Did he retire?

“Nope.” slamming her beer she looked at Ronnie with hooded eyes. “He ate his 45 when my mom died.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” She was stopped by a small hand touching her arm.

“It happened along time ago, don’t worry about it.” Her head started to drop, she tried to keep from falling out of her chair by holding on to Ronnie’s arm.

“Brennan, did you drive here?”

“Yep, sure did, cars somewhere, piece of shit rust buckets.” Her head was now bobbing up and down, getting Lisa’s attention she asked if she was able to drive, getting a yes she searched Brennan’s pockets for her keys, finding them in her front pocket she slid her hand in feeling her leg muscles flex she held her hand still when she pulled her hand out with the keys she heard Brennan groan, tossing the keys to Lisa she told her they would get her car later.

“Where ya gonna be? she asked Ronnie.

“At home, I’ll see ya later.” Picking Brennan up she carried her outside, walking to the three bikes sitting in the parking lot she balanced Brennan with one leg while she removed her spare helmet from her 72 Harley sportster. sitting her in front of her on the bike she put both of their helmets on. within minutes they were flying at 70mph down I95 south towards base, taking the rt1 Woodbridge/Triangle exit she turned heading towards Stafford taking Rt671 she hit the back roads turning off onto a gravel road she soon pulled up to an old log cabin house. Around back was a ramp that went up onto the porch. Parking her bike she opened the back door to the small kitchen, going into the door on her right she put Brennan on her twin bed, flipping on the bedside light she pulled off her shoes and socks looking at her skin tight Levi’s she decided those had to come off to. “No sense in having seam lines embedded in your legs, right Ronnie you just want to get her naked!” She whispered to her self. She almost lost it when she seen her underwear had taz with a lawnmower centered right below the waist band heading down. covering her with the quilt Ronnie went into the kitchen to lock the door, flipping the bathroom light on she went back to her bedroom. After hanging up her leathers she donned a large T-shirt and crawled into bed beside the snoring Brennan, rolling her on her side Ronnie rolled over so that they were back to back. She laid watching the clocks minutes click by, it had been years since she shared her bed with someone, she was just about to get up and go on the couch when she felt a small warm body snuggle up against her, one arm went around her waist and a hand to rest between her breasts. “I’ll never get any sleep now!” She thought to herself. but sleep did claim her.

Nature screamed at Brennan in the wee hours, forcing her eyes open she was lost but a familiar scent came to her nose, raising up on one elbow she looked down onto Ronnie’s peaceful face, a small smile came to her lips, seeing the light in the bath room she gently got out of bed. when she returned Ronnie had rolled over onto her back, crawling over her she laid against the wall facing her then she fell asleep watching Ronnie.

At 0600 Ronnie woke to a heaviness on her chest opening one eye she seen the top of a blond head resting on her chest, their legs were entwined together to where it was hard to say who’s legs were who’s, easing out from under her, she heard Brennan groan as she buried her head into the pillow. Ronnie was sitting at the kitchen table when Brennan came out in her taz underwear, unable to stop she burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny!”

With tears coming down her checks Ronnie pointed to taz. A pink blush covered Brennan’s neck and face. “They were a gag gift from a friend, she didn’t think i would wear them.” Sitting down across from Ronnie she rubbed her face scrubbing the sleep from her eyes. leaning back in her chair Ronnie grabbed a cup and the coffee pot filling it she placed it in front of her along with a can of canned milk and the sugar. “Here have some high test, guaranteed to put hair on your chest.” uncovering her eyes she looked at the dark coffee in the cup. “Ohh yea, just what I need a hairy chest, after fixing her coffee she took a small sip and grimaced. “Gods your right, this stuff is awful!”

Ronnie was grinning from ear to ear. “You know the stuff out of the c-rats {war rations}. that’s been left over since Vietnam?”

Her cheeks filled with coffee Brennan’s eyebrows lifted to her hairline, she swallowed hard to get rid of it. “Aaghhh, your kidding right?” Swirling the sludge in the cup. “Well maybe not!”

“Yep, domestication is not one of my many skills, me and Poni let Jack make the coffee.”

“Who’s Poni and Jack?” She questioned.

“Oh I forgot, you candies only know ranks and last names, Sgt. Danny Poni-nski, and Sgt. Jacklynn cormack but we just call her Jack.”

“Ok, I got it.” A slight blush colored her face. “Ohhm, how did I get here, where’s my car and where the hell are we?”

“All that without taken a breath! me, Lisa and Stafford. how’s that?” She replied with a lopsided grin.

“Boy you speak with complete sentences don’t you?”

“Sarcasm, I like it! Ok, you passed out last night in the bar, I gave Lisa your keys so she has your car and this is my little hidden secret out in no mans land, where only about 15 minutes outside the back gate to tbs.”

Memories flooded her mind. “You brought me here on a motorcycle?” Fear showed plainly in her green eyes. “They scare the hell out of me, I can’t believe I rode that thing.”

“Welllll,, I wouldn’t consider what you did as riding, come on get dressed I’m hungry and all I have here is c-rats.”

Brennan groaned but not as loud as her stomach did, when she came out of the bathroom Ronnie had her leathers back on, with her back to her Brennan was able to notice how the tight leather clung to tight muscles of her body, a fire raged in her at the thought of running her hands up those long legs. shaking her head to bring herself back she mumbled to herself. “Hands off.” Ronnie’s exceptional hearing picked up her words, hiding her grin she turned to see a goddess before her, with the soft light of the early morning coming in behind her it threw a glowing halo around her. A sigh came to Ronnie’s lips before she could stop it, clearing her throat for cover she asked in a primal voice. “Ya ready?”

“More than you think, I mean ya!” Answered Brennan.

Brennan was on the bitch pad of the midnight blue hog she had a death grip on the handles along side the seat, Ronnie could feel the tension of the body behind her, letting go of the handle bars she untangled Brennan’s fingers and put them on her waist, with in moments she felt her relax when she wrapped her arms around her waist and leaned in to the soft worn leather Jacket. they tore down rt1 heading towards Spotsylvania Virginia, with in 15 minutes Ronnie was pulling into a parking lot of a roadside diner. it looked like a log cabin, warm and rustic, picnic tables stood out front under the overhang, to the side of the cabin were 55gal. barrels sitting on their sides, the scent of hickory smoke could be smelled in the air.

“Gods that smells good, what is it?” She asked.

Ronnie gave her that lopsided smile. “BBQ ribs, they slow cook them all day, they melt in your mouth like butter, but they won’t be done until lunch time, so were stuck with the usual breakfast.”

“Can we come back here for lunch?” Batting her green eyes at Ronnie. “Pleeeeasssse, oh gunny warrior!”

“Gunny warrior huh! Ok, on our way back!” She put her hands on Brennan’s shoulders and propelled her threw the door. Chucky the owner was standing behind the bar, upon seeing Ronnie and the small blond he waved. “Your usual Ronnie?”

“Make that two would ya, and make one of them double portions, she may be little but there’s a monster in her stomach that keeps making noise!”

Sitting back in her chair Brennan rubbed her stomach. “I’m stuffed, I’ve never had grits before, they ain’t bad.”

“I could tell after you ate mine, you up for a ride?”

“Where we going.” She asked.

“One of my favorite places, you’ll see when we get there.”

Back on the road they headed out one of the old highways, Brennan watched the tree covered roadside, they passed grave markers every so often. Ronnie took a sharp turn leaning the bike almost on it’s side, cutting up through some trees she came out in to a field over looking civil war cannons, trenches could still be seen crossing the field. Getting off the bike Brennan’s legs were a little stiff, she felt like she had been riding a horse.

“What is this place?”

“It’s Chancellorsville, one of the battles of Spotsylvania was fought here. I come here to.. I don’t know feel.” closing her blue eyes she spoke softly. “I can feel the battle, hear the cries of men, it’s almost like I was here at one time, sounds crazy doesn’t?”

Brennan covered Ronnie’s upper arm with her hands, leaning against her side she rested her head against the sun warmed leather. “No your not crazy, I feel it to it’s like deja’vu.” Hand in hand they walked the fields in comfortably silence.

“It’s getting late, you want me to take you to get your car?” She hoped she said no, she didn’t want their day together to end. Brennan looked into the blue eyes seeing a warmness there that she would love to curl up in forever. “Ahh, not really.” Looking down she whispered. “I would like to spend some more time with you if it’s all right?” Ronnie pulled her close. “More than you know little one, more than you know, come on lets go get some ribs to go.”

Sitting out on the porch Ronnie watched Brennan eat the last of the ribs, BBQ sauce covered her fingers and face, tossing her a wet rag so she could clean up Ronnie sat back in her chair grinning.

“You need a bib little one.” taking the rag from her hand Ronnie leaned over to wipe the sauce from her cheeks, tilting Brennan’s face up she examined her work. Misty green eyes watched her, with a hesitant hand Brennan caressed a high cheek bone, brushing back dark hair at her temple she ran her fingers through the dark tresses to end at the back of her neck. “You are so beautiful.” She whispered as she brought her lips closer, softly pressing their lips together she felt a bolt of lightning pierce her heart, a small groan rumbled in her chest when she felt Ronnie’s lips part beneath hers, she tasted a tangyness on her lips, with the depth increase of the kiss their tongues danced in an erotic motion Brennan’s world crashed around her. Ronnie pulled her tight against her chest, their breaths mingled, flames lashed between Ronnie’s thighs. Breaking the kiss Ronnie pulled back. “Come on lets go inside.” Brennan gasping for air tried to stand on unstable legs. following Ronnie into the living room she watched her turn on the TV and put a movie in the VCR. Sitting on the couch she asked what they were gonna watch.

“You’ll see, don’t move, I’ll be back in a second.” She came back in the room with a pillow off the bed and two cans of coke, pulling a wooden crate in front of the couch to use as a table she laid down with her head on the pillow. “come here little one.” Brennan stretched out against her resting her head on Ronnie’s shoulder. Hitting the play button they watched as Richard Gere stood in front of a curtained window. “Ronnie, what is this?”

chuckling at the confused look on her face. “Guess.”

“Oooook, American gigolo?”

“Nooo.”

“Aahhh, pretty woman?”

“Not!”

“ok, i give up, what is it?” she asked while leaning up on one arm.

“Officer and a gentleman, you’ve never seen it have you?”

“nope.” giving her an impish grin.

“well you may have some flash backs, but let me warn you, I’m worse than Lou Gosset would ever dream of being, I have many skills in the training area!” Trailing her hands up the backs of Brennan’s thighs to cup her tight rear.

“Wellllll, I need lots of instruction gunny.” Proving her point by nipping the soft skin on Ronnie’s neck.

“I think your doing just fine!” Capturing soft lips she pulled her tongue into her mouth and sucked on it, Brennan ran her hands up under Ronnie’s shirt feeling warm soft skin under her fingers, kneading firm breasts she brought a moan from deep in Ronnie’s throat. Ronnie sat up pulling Brennan’s legs around her waist she carried her into the bed room. Laying her on the bed she straddled her hips. “Think you can handle some intense training methods Candidate Magdoon?” Pulling Ronnie down to her lips. “Yes ma’am gunny Flaherty!”

Ronnie slowly ran her hands up under Brennan’s shirt cupping her breasts, running her fingertips across hardened nipples causing Brennan’s back to arch towards her. “This has to come off.” She groaned pulling on the T-shirt, moments went past as they disrobed each other, fingertips glided over warm skin sending chills through their bodies. Ronnie was on all fours above Brennan gazing into her passion filled eyes “We shouldn’t be doing this, we could both be kicked out of the corps.” Pain showed in Brennan’s eyes. Wrapping her arms and legs around Ronnie she pulled herself up to touch their foreheads together. “Then I guess we had better make sure no one finds out!” Stealing her breath with a kiss Brennan clung to her until they collapsed together, their sweat dampened skin slid against each other, when Ronnie moved down to kiss taught nipples, sucking on one while she rolled the other between thumb and forefinger, sighs came from Brennan, running her hands up tight back muscles to dark tresses she pulled Ronnie’s head to her chest then gently pushed her head down. Ronnie knew what she wanted but was in no hurry, she wanted to drag this out even though she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs, it had been a long time since she had been with someone and she didn’t know how long she could control herself but she was gonna try.

Brennan’s mind was spinning, she never thought something like this would ever happen to her, the beautiful woman assaulting her body was more than she could ask for, her body throbbed and screamed for more. “Ronnie, oh gods, grrrr.” Her hips thrust up against Ronnie breasts when she felt light kisses on her stomach. Ronnie’s tongue circled her naval dipping in to tease, she could smell the scent of Brennan’s arousement, lightly running her fingers through soft blond curls she followed with her lips. Ronnie, pleeasse i want....ohhh gods!!” Raising her head she looked into misty green eyes. “What ya want, tell me?” With the tip of her tongue she teased the swollen nub. “Ggrrrr... lick me!” Sliding her tongue between wet lips she groaned. “gods your so wet!” Hips came up to meet her tongue, pushing in as far as she could she growled, pulling out she pushed back in to feel muscles pulse, flicking her finger against the swollen nub she felt the muscles in Brennan’s thighs tighten, her heels pushed into the bed, with one last thrust of her hips sent her over the edge screaming Ronnie’s name. “By the gods Ronnie!” she moaned with every ripple, Ronnie crawled up her body to lay on her side, placing kisses on her shoulder. “Ronnie, i want to make love to you, but I’ve never.....” Ronnie placed a soft kiss on her lips, tasting herself she deepened the kiss, sliding her thigh between Ronnie’s legs she pushed up feeling the wetness on her skin she moaned into Ronnie’s mouth. Rolling her onto her back she trailed her tongue down her chin to her throat, nipping the soft skin at her pulse point she sucked, pushing her hand between them she ran her fingers between wet lips, Ronnie groaned and her body trembled, bringing her wet fingers to her lips she licked them clean. Ronnie’s eyes were half lidded showing passion filled orbs. Brennan couldn’t wait, sliding down she eased tanned thighs apart, biting the skin over one hip she got a yelp from Ronnie, continuing to bite the insides of each thigh close to her destination she watched as swollen lips flexed each time releasing sweet nector to flow out. running her tongue up she lapped at the sweet nector, Ronnie’s hips pushed against Brennan’s face. “Bre, aaagghhhh, i want to feel you in me.” using two fingers she teased around the entrance. “Breee....your killing me!” Brennan grinned up at her, as she flicked her tongue against the bundle of nerves as she pushed her fingers in, Ronnie moaned and ground her hips matching the rhythm of fingers and tongue. “Cum for me Ron!” She growled against her mound, her back arched pushing her shoulders into the bed with a battle cry she drenched Brennan in her sweet nector. Brennan continued to lick the flowing juices until she was pulled up on a heaving chest. pressing her very wet mound against dark wet curls Brennan ground her hips, grabbing her ass Ronnie pulled her in tight. Within seconds they both came screaming each others names.

Running her fingers through damp hair Brennan looked into love filled silvery blue eyes. “i love you Ronnie!” tears trickled down Ronnie’s cheeks. “I love you to Bre.” A deep sleep claimed them as they slept entwined together.

Sunday morning came busting through the bedroom as a loud yell. “Outta that rack marines, now!!!!! Then as a body crawling on top of them, Ronnie pulled the pillow over their heads all that could be heard was a mumble. Yanking the pillow away Lisa grinned at the huge hickey on her cousins neck. “I told you before cuz.” Poking her hickey. “ya gotta feed them at least once a day!” Ronnie opened on eye. “You never clarified what I was suppose to feed them.” Lisa looked down at Brennan. “Whad ya do put her in a coma, she didn’t even flinch when I yelled!”

“No, but I was close to one! Whisper little princess in her ear and see what happens.”

Lisa leaned over to Brennan’s ear and whispered like Ronnie, before she knew what hit her Lisa was on her back laying across her cousin and Brennan was at the foot of the bed standing at attention. “Bre, wake up.” Her eyes finally focused on the rough timbered walls, turning around about to say a smartass remark her mouth froze open at the sight of Lisa giving her a toothy grin and a wave, Ronnie sighed. “We have company princess.” Placing her hands on her naked hips. “So I see.” Replied Bre as Lisa laughed. “ And you know what I see?” A smirk on her lips. “Hickeys!” A pillow was pushed over her head, Ronnie pushed her off and got out of bed, leaning over she sorted through their discarded cloths for something to put on. “Whatta ass!” Lisa moaned. Brennan reached over and ran her hand up Ronnie’s thigh to her ass. “Yep, and it’s all mine, you incestuous letch!” Ronnie groaned at the contact. “Breee, unless your into exhibitionism you better watch those hands?” Finding their shirts across the room she held Brennan’s out to her only to be left holding it as hers was snatched away by her lover. “Hey, what am I suppose to wear?” She asked. “You can wear mine mighty warrior!” Holding Bre’s shirt up in front of her she looked down to see the bottom of it come to her naval. “You’d like that wouldn’t you! and you.” Pointing to Lisa. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Cocking an eyebrow. “Ooooh immensely.” Lisa groaned with a seductive voice.

Lisa pulled Bre into the kitchen with her to look for coffee and to embarrass her cousin some more, in a voice loud enough for Ronnie to hear. “You know Brennan I have a life size poster of her in my room.”

“You do!”

“Yep, in a leather skirt like thingie at that!” Seeing Ronnie come into the kitchen. “Right Xena!”

“Ok, Joxer, don’t mind her she’s nuts, you know to much SCI-FI channel, she’s got Poni and Jack thinking their my amazon warriors.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who named my bike Argo, or has a big X in the middle of a chakrum painted on my gas tank, and here’s the best part Brennan, guess what her license plate says?”

“Xena?”

“You get a cookie!”

“One question guys, who’s Xena?” Brennan asked.

Two mouths fell open, Lisa looked at Brennan then back to Ronnie. “She ddddoesn’t know who the Warrior Princess is! ooohhhh myyyy Gooods!” She wailed as she collapsed to the floor gripping Ronnie’s leg. “Oh mighty Warrior Princess, you must save my old bunkie, the rainbow people will put her in the straight stocks for not knowing our poster girl!”

“I told you she was nuts! get up bonehead!”

“I still have no idea who this person is!”

Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Ok, Lisa get the tapes, I’ll get the coffee and princess you get the poogie bait {junk food} from in the pantry.”

The three of them sat in the living room watching Xena, everytime the warrior princess was shown Lisa moaned and got pelted with a cookie. “Oooohhhh my gods!” Brennan screeched. Two voices yelled “What” in unison. “That look she just gave that scumbag!” Ronnie looked at her with the raised eyebrow. “What look?” Brennan’s mouth dropped open when she looked at Ronnie. “That look! Lisa your right she does look like her!”

A smug look on her face. “Told ya, hey Ron you know who she reminds me of?” Pointing to Brennan. “Gabrielle! Yep but she’s got to pass the test first.” A worried look came over Brennan’s face. “What test?” She asked. “The AB test, let me see your ABS of steel!” Cookies bounced off of her head. “Ok ok I give.” Looking to the TV Xena had just walked out of the water with a seductive look across her face. Lisa moaned again. “Gotta go guys, I hear my wife calling, oh Bre, your cars out back, later!”

Bre snuggled up to Ronnie. “ Well Warrior Princess, will you do your battle cry for me?

“That all depends on what you do to me!”

Ronnie laid exhausted with her little princess laying across her with a grin from ear to ear. “So you can do that yell!”

“I have many skills!” Looking to her clock on the dresser she figured in her head how long before they had to be back on base. “You hungry, boy that’s a stupid question! We’ve got enough time to get something to eat and get back to base before your curfew!”

“I don’t wanna go back, I wanna stay right here with you!”

Rolling over and pinning Bre Ronnie buried her face against her neck. “I don’t want you to go either but think of it this way we get to see each other everyday and we have our weekends, it’s only a few more months before you get your commission, then we have a few months before you have to report to TBS.”

Ronnie parked her bike at the back of the barracks while Brennan parked her car in the Candidates lot. Each went through a different doors, Brennan went to her rack while Ronnie went to the DI hut where Poni was on duty.

“Ok Ronnie, what happened? I want all the dirty details!”

“Poni, I am not telling you anything!”

“Ya don’t have to, I can see the hickey on your neck, got em anywheres else Warrior Princess?”

Getting up from their desk she rounded it to come nose to chest with Ronnie, eyeballing her SDI she grinned at her. “You look like shit, no sleep huh?”

“Ya know what Poni, pay backs are a bitch, where’s Jack?” She asked.

“I left her in bed, tied up!”

Brennan was in the head brushing her teeth when Lisa snuck up behind her. “Well princess, did ya have fun with the Ronald?”

“Ronold ho?” she looked up into the mirror. “You know my cousin Ronald.” She winked at her.

“Wou ave no hidea.” Rinsing her mouth she spit. “How many more days till Friday?”

“Too many, you guys going out on Friday?”

“I don’t know, I know what I would like to do!”

“Oh your hooked, and bad, have you seen our SDI?”

Catching on to the meaning she nodded her head. “What happens in the morning, how am I suppose to act?” She whispered.

“Play it like nothing ever happened, it goes both ways. Come on it’s almost lights out.”

During the middle of the night in between the fire watch {Candidate on barracks duty} Ronnie walked the dark squadbay, pushing footlockers under racks she stepped beside Brennan’s rack, checking around to see she wasn’t being watched she brushed Brennan’s bangs from her face then went back into the DI hut.

Poni was crashed out on one of the racks snoring, rolling her over on her side Ronnie muttered “damn amazon.” As she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. Taking the other rack she laid down and starred at the ceiling till sleep came. The lights flipped on the noise of scurrying bodies could be heard as they jumped in front of their racks with the exception of one. Ronnie leaned over and whispered. “princess, rise and shine.” All she got was a sigh. “Magdoon, now!” Eyes popped open to see blue eyes beneath a smoky hat. “Oh shit!” She never seen the grin as she jumped in front of her rack.

“You got five minutes to muster for chow, now move!

Jack sided up to Ronnie. “You make me hot when you yell like that! nice hickey ya got there, how many she got? Oh destroyer of virgins.”

“I can’t believe I’ve have put up with you and Poni since boot camp, and she has plenty!”

“You dog! Guess we better get these babie to chow!”

“Times up ladies, line up!” Ronnie moved to the end of the squadbay while Poni and Jack walked on either side yelling at them to hurry up.

The platoon was in formation on the parade deck in their pt gear. The DI’s were split up two on the sides and one at the rear. Ronnie gave them the preparatory command. “Platoon...forward march! Once they got out on the road they were given the double time march command. Ronnie jogged beside Brennan. Glancing at her she started calling cadence.

Mamma mamma can’t you see

What the Marine Corps done to me

Use to drive a cadalac

Now I’m humpin on my back

Brennan looked over at Ronnie and grinned and received a wink in return.

Wo wo wo wo,

Wo wo pause wo wo

Wo wo wo yeah

Wo wo pause wo wo

Took away my fancy jeans

Now i wear cami greens

Use to date a beauty queen

Now i date an m-16

Took away my fancy jeans

Now i wear cami greens.

Me and Superman, had a fight

I hit him in the head with kryptomite

I hit him so hard I busted his brain

Now I’m dating Lois lane

Well me and Batman had one to

So I hit him with my left shoe

Right in the temple with my left heel

Now I’m driving the Batmobile!

After five miles of double timing the Candidates were worn out along with Ronnie’s voice, Brennan’s legs were burning and her feet where killing her, she could feel blisters on her heels. they had run every morning but never 5 miles, something was up.

Days went by with the Candidates falling into their racks exhausted, the DI’s didn’t fair much better, Sgt.’s Poninski and Cormack looked like hell, all they could do was get back to the barracks shower and collapse together in their rack, their sex life was suffering. Ronnie had a feral look to her 24hours a day, Poni and Jack were tempted to give her a blanket party {a good beating}except they knew they would be the ones to end up a sickbay in body casts, but today they would get a little break, going by their training schedule they where to train the Candidates first aid and CPR. They were praying Ronnie didn’t injure someone to have something to work with. they weren’t worried so much for the women , it was the guys who would have to run for their lives. Ronnie was notorious for beating the hell out of them while on field maneuvers not to mention what she did to the e-club with the guys bodies, sickbay moved to the parade deck when she went on a rampage, which was at least once a month. Her discipline page went from page 11 to 11e, if not for their captain being one of them and hating men she would have been busted down in rank.

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