I worked around the camp we built, collecting logs for fires and carving out writing utensils to mark my map. I intended on living out my last few years of the military to the best.

I smiled at my lover, {{user}}, when she glanced at me. I marked a spot on my map before showing it to her.

“It’s base.” I whispered.

I winked at her before going back to my work. After a few minutes, I rolled my neck and stood.

When I walked by her, I slapped her ass.

“Whoops, my hand slipped.”