Jocko
Sitting in my truck at Wings Out waiting for Emerson to arrive, I keep staring at my phone, waiting for a text from Jorja and rereading the messages from this morning. I was salty after enduring another night alone.
Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her image clear as day and hear her melodic voice echoing in my mind. I could smell her scent on my clothes and taste her sweet kiss on my lips. I tried to whack off, but I no longer need a Jorja-hand-job to keep my sanity. I need to sink the son-of-a-bitch deep inside her to assure her I’m not blowing sunshine up her ass. I mean what I say and say what I mean.
I have gone through hell. I have paid my debt to my country, and it was an honor to do so. But now, I’m ready to focus on my life and my legacy. I’m ready to settle down, get married, have babies. But I learned last night the girl I was hoping to sweep off her feet and make a happily ever after life with has hated me the entire time.
What a mind fuck! What a fucking mind fuck!
Laying there in the dark with a hard-on and blue balls, I focused on the objective and solidified my rules of engagement.
• #1. Deter attacks.
• #2. Neutralize hostility.
• #3. Counteract aversion.
• #4. Take the offensive.
• #5. Peace through superior firepower.
I will be the victor of her heart, and Juicy Jorja is going to surrender her beautiful spoils to me. I don’t care how long it takes. SEALS never quit!
I look at my phone one more time as Emerson pulls up, but nothing.
She waves, and Lucifer and I get out of the truck. He trots around, sniffing, looking for a place to piss while she unlocks the door.
“Good morning. Have you been waiting long?”
“No.” I lie.
“Betsy called to bring Gwen some….” She laughs. “Never mind. Mommy talk.”
“Gwen is a cutie.”
“Thanks. She is a handful.” She swings the door open. “Come on in.”
“Psst.” Lucifer looks up and trots over.
Emerson laughs. “He minds better than she does.”
“He minds better than most kids do.”
“Would you like some coffee?”
“No, thank you. I’m good.” I walk around looking at her pictures hanging on the walls while she brews a pot. “You have got some good candid shots.”
“Thanks. Leo, my jump coordinator, took those.” She pours herself a cup of coffee. “So, let’s discuss the exhibition.”
I follow her into her office to go over the event schedule and the gear I'll need. When we're finished discussing all the jump details, I offer, “Once we're on the ground, would you like to have Lucifer demonstrate some of his K9 skills?”
“Of course! What do you have in mind?”
“That depends on the location, but he handles a mean obstacle course. Makes it look easy.”
Her eyes light up. “Like America’s Top Dog?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what that is.”
