”. She didn’t finish the question.“Maybe.” My voice was flat again, controlled. I was hard as iron. “I want you. I want you badly, violently...,”Melissa flushed. “Do it.”“Not yet.”“Please.” Her hands came up, caressing my face.“I don’t have a condom.”“I told you, I’m on the pill.”“Are you safe? Other things?”“Yes.”My brain knew I should ask more. I should demand a history. Fuck, I should demand a test. But, right now I needed her and I realized something. I trusted her.“Do you understand that I’ve. There have been a whole bunch of new orders coming down from HQ about supplies. Remember those pictures you took of the supplies in that cave? Well it seems they were taken off a ship offshore waiting to be unloaded. They were marked off as being unloaded at base supply, only they got feet before inventory was taken of the shipment. The supply officer in charge as well as about ten of his top personnel were all arrested for selling to the black market. They did a complete inventory of supplies. To the United States Army, Ranger Candidate Monson, Kyle W. was an anomaly. (All participants in Ranger training were addressed as Ranger Candidate, regardless of their actual individual rank). He had finished second overall out of sixty five men in his recruit platoon, finished tops in physical fitness, and qualified as expert in both pistol and rifle. In his Ranger class, he finished third amongst the ninety three candidates in the first segment. He had the top score in push ups, and sit ups. It was way shorter than anything she'd normally consider wearing, and besides exposing most of her thighs, it also revealed far too much of the swelling curves of her breasts. Usually she kept herself hidden beneath baggy sweatshirts but her mother had insisted. According to her it was summer and it wasn't healthy "to hide yourself away from the sun". Worse still she hadn't been allowed to pack her own suitcase so was more than a little worried about what she would find when she finally opened.