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# `` THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE ''

by tcs1963

Friday night and I needed a drink. After a tenacious and arduous study week, I just wanted to forget my problems and mind to some music.

When I punched out, I made my way home to shower and knock off, then I walked down the block to my favorite watering kettle of fish.

I walked in to `` Tex 's Bar and grillwork '' and I did n't even have time to put my ass in the stool before Milly, the barmaid had my draft copy beer and jacket crown Royal on the tilt in front of me.

I figured I would sit and drown my sorrow with a individual jubilation before the vacation. easter William Ashley Sunday was coming up and I would be spending it alone as usual, ever since my divorce.

The bar was n't busybodied so I was happy to keep Milly caller and catch a courteous bombilation to help oneself me sleep. I knew I deserved a few potable after the engaged workweek.

Just as I finished my first draft, she came walking in. Her frock Amytal caught my attention first. And then her sparkling green eyes.

And with an impeccable posture that beautiful young lady marched right up to the bar very proudly, I just could n't serve to take notice.

She stood and ordered herself a drink from Milly. That 's when I waved at Milly and pointed at my cash on the bar, letting her know that I was buying the dame a drunkenness.

She sat down on her BM and removed her head cover. That 's when I saw those splendid Auburn curls cascading down her back.

Milly served her drinks and told her that they were paid for, and she asked : `` by who ''.

Milly smiled and nodded in my direction.

The soldier looked down at me, mouthing a `` thank you '' and giving me a wink.

That 's when I took the initiative to move and involve a fecal matter next to hers.

'' Hi, how are you, girl ? '' I spoke politely, `` May I ? '' as I took the tooshie future to hers. `` Thank you for your service. ''

She said, `` Hello, how are you, Sir ? '' and took a farseeing sip of her whiskey on the rock.

things got very dumb for a few seconds as I became amazed at how beautiful she was, and I also realized how alone she seemed.

I ordered us another round and I went to use the convenience. Stopping on my way back to hit the jukebox.

I pushed a few button and walked back to my keister and took a sip just as, `` If Tomorrow Never seed, `` by Garth Brooks, started playing.

The next thing I know, that beautiful immature soldier had tears in her eyes.

I immediately grab her deal and gently turned her towards me. Wrapping my arms around, and hugging her close, as I apologized.

request her, `` What is the matter, and could I help ? ''

All the while, telling her how dark I was and gently caressing her to my chest. Her Thomas Young firm inning feeling so at home against me.

That 's when she looked up and pressed her plump lips against mine. I was utterly taken aback, me being older and not the most beautiful man in the body politic.

When the buss did n't end like a father-daughter peck, I pulled her tighter against me.

She whispered lightly, `` I 'm leaving in the daybreak for the Turkish margin, and I 'm form of afraid. Would you stay with me for the dark and hold me like this ? ``

I could n't believe this was happening to me, but I looked at Milly and asked for a quart of `` tip royal. ''

Looking at the Lester Willis Young soldier, I grabbed the bottle and her hand and walked her out of the bar and back to my place.

Soon as we were at the figurehead door, I pulled her ending and kissed her more than deeply. Feeling her body react to mine.

She knew how to pee-pee this old man flavour incredibly virile. I took her in and poured us drinks.

Without many words, it got really hot and much more intimate on my couch.

Needless to say, my hands and back talk moved across her nubile trunk, as if I was playing an instrument.

She was `` moaning '' and `` cooing '' like no woman ever has before, so I continued on, trying to reach her a sexual computer storage she would never forget.

I slowly removed her wearing apparel right there on the sofa, using every part of my being to pleasure every part that came into horizon.

Licking and kissing her virtually intimate part. My fingers sliding in her so deep and feeling her wetness.

We barely spoke a word the whole eve. Just imbibition and playing with each other through the Night. She had my cock harder than Chinese arithmetical, almost all nighttime long.

Finally, we passed out on my living elbow room floor. Either from drunkenness or enervation, I do n't hump. But I slept so soundly. It was a night I 'll never bury.

Waking up, I noticed I was alone and I stumbled to the bath to relieve myself.

Upon entering, I saw written in aphrodisiacal red lipstick on my bath mirror, `` You were wonderful cobbler's last night, and I had a splendid time with you, Thank you. ''

That 's when I realized I did n't even eff her name, and she did n't make love mine. The most remarkable evening I have had in decades and I knew naught besides, she was a soldier and was being deployed to Meleagris gallopavo.

I cleaned up myself and my planetary house, but for week after, her perfume would n't come out of the sofa. I was glad because every sweet whiff of her scent reminded me of that terrific eventide that I spent with an stupefy woman, that I did n't even know.

A match of month later, I was sitting in `` Tex 's Bar '' after work. Drinking to end my workplace week and I reached over the bar and grabbed the newspaper.

There she was in the picture, looking so proud with her dress blues in the moving-picture show, and written underneath was the narration of her death by an IED wayside bomb calorimeter, driving through Turkey.

My eyes teared up and Milly questioned `` Why '', but I just ordered another swallow and went to the nickelodeon and played Garth brook. Raising my field glass I thought, `` thank you for your military service, sweet soldier. ``

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