I can't begin to number the more useful ways I could be spending my time. If I'm forced to write reports at least they could be briefings and debriefings, something somewhat pertinent to my station as Commander in this army. The thing I hate more than being off the battlefield is being out of the operation altogether. When I sit here on this computer, I have to talk about myself and about my feelings. Who gives a fuck?!
If that's how it's gotta be, than lets do this.
I had the best sex I've had in at least six months last night. Her name was Cassidy and she's the daughter of a superior officer. Her father has no idea she likes girls. Somehow, I get the feeling it will get back around to him now. Anyway, I pulled her out of a social event I had to attend with my father. She thought we were going out for a smoke, but she got a lot more than that. We snuck back into the hotel the gathering was at and broke into an empty room. I worked her for better than an hour, then I left.
Oh, I should say how it made me feel. It made me feel good, you know, alive. Sex and fighting are about the only things that do that for me any more. I used to try and reign in some of the urges. I used to box. Boxing just doesn't do it for me. It's too constrained, too many rules, it's not even about fighting. It's like playing chess with a punching bag shaped like a human being. I quit more because the other women couldn't keep up with me and the men wouldn't fight me. I retired the league women's champion in military school. I guess that's the one bonus to getting pulled out of public school, they don't have boxing leagues there.
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