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Introduction: Is it cheating if it is only a dream? This is just a short story. I wrote it and it is significantly toned down from my usual as I was going to post it on another site that didnt allow some genres, but even in a dream they wouldnt allow it. I should probably go back and enhance it, but enjoy this version for now.

He comes to me most mornings. In that time, just before full awakening when the mists of sleep and the fog of dreams pervade and control my mind.

He owns my soul in these dreams. He controls my very existence. I wouldnt have it any other way, at least not in my dreams. I would have to do some serious thinking to allow his mastery in my wakened world, but he only exists in the mist-shrouded depths of my mind, that foggy abyss between reality and fantasy.

He enters my room as the first streaks of light begin to insinuate their tendrils through the cracks and crags of my sleep-shrouded mind.

He is always dressed the same way. The fatigue uniform of a Marine Corp sergeant caresses his muscular frame, as I wish I could. He wears the pants and boots, but only a black Tee shirt, so tight it seems almost painted to the chiseled muscles of his upper torso and the massive guns of his arms.

He usually has camouflage makeup painting his face. The two shades of green and the brown contrasting the black of his skin. He clutches a half smoked cigar in his perfect white teeth.

As he enters the room, he begins to bark commands at me.

On your feet slut, Gunny is on deck.

I jump to a semi-rigid position of attention by the bed, as quickly as my sleep-fogged mind can direct my body to obey.

I am dressed the same way each morning in a tight little-girl Tee and the skimpiest of bikini panties. I used to wear gowns or pajamas to bed, but Gunny now controls my attire and my actions.

He briefly inspects me as I stand awaiting the directions he might give this morning. He stands behind me now and I feel his hand slip inside the leg elastic of my panties and run across the smoothness of my ass to grasp the leg elastic on the other side. His huge hand easily grips both sides and pulls the fabric together in a bunch to briefly transform the bikini panties into a thong.

I feel the gusset at the crotch of the panties draw tight against my fully flushed pussy. My lips are bloated and full with the blood of my lust. My cunt has already started to produce my girl-juice that is the non-verbal invitation to what may lie in store. I know Gunny has something nasty in mind. He always does. I love being required to participate in every nasty depraved thing he dreams up for me.

Gunny free hand slaps my now naked ass cheek and I let out a small shriek. It isnt the pain of the slap for I enjoy the small minor painful results of his totally dominating love style. It is the surprise when it happens that causes my weak verbal protest.

I feel my ass warming from his abuse. If I could turn to look, a sharply contrasted handprint would be starting to form, the red heat of its contact contrasting the white of my never tanned ass. I dare not break my position of attention, though, until Gunny directs me to.

He bends at the waist to look between my legs and is treated to the full gusset beauty of my lips filling the crotch of my panties. I have been gathering my excitation since he entered the room and the petals of the lips of my pussy are fully engorged with the blood of my lust, now that he has started his use of me. I can feel the wetness of my girl-juice flowing from my swampy cunt and I know he can see the wet spot forming in my panties.

I see my little slave girl is pleased to see me this morning. he smirks. It isnt a question, but I know I am allowed to speak at this point.

Yes Master. The slut is always pleased when Gunny comes to use his slut in the mornings.

I speak of myself in the third person, using the words of my humiliation, because I know Gunny likes this manner. I enjoy the debasement, though self-applied and minor at this point. I so love calling myself a slut.

I am a slut after all, though you would never know that if you saw me in real life. It is only in these forays of the mind or when I am alone with my husband in the bedroom that I can be the slut I truly am. My mind briefly lingers on the words Gunny has said to me many times.

Society sucks because they laud a man for being a slut but castigate a woman for acting in the same manner. A man can fuck 20 different women in one night if he has the stamina and will be commended with labels like, stud and cutter. While if a woman does the same thing she is labeled libelously with terms like slut and whore. Perhaps there will never be true equality between the sexes for this reason alone, but we are finally moving closer.

I am brought back to the now as Gunny moves to the front of my again.

On your knees slut. He bellows and I fall to my submissive position of service, as he requires.

I know what he wants for it matches my desire, yet I dare not take action until he gives me the word. He loves my green eyes framed by the blond hair that wreathes my white face, so I know that though technically a violation of protocol, I can look up at him. He looks down at me and bellows again though softer this time.

Service me.

I quickly begin to fumble with the buttons on the front of his fatigue pants to get at the massive tool that I long to feel enter my orifices and use me to my fullest potential as the slut I am.

Finally the arresting fabrics of his clothing are moved out of the way and his cock is freed. Though not all black men are massively endowed Gunny is one of them who is. His cock though not yet fully erect already hangs half way to his knees as I grasp it at the base and lift it. My tiny hand wont reach completely around its massive girth.

My tongue slithers out like a snake sampling the air and catches the drop of pre-cum that has formed at the tip of this massive tool, the slightly salty bittersweet reward of my slutiness, my first treat of the morning.

I press the shaft of his stiffening cock against his belly and my tongue traces down the underside, of its great length, to finally reach the sack that contains the two eggs that will unleash their sweet load in a short while. I draw first one then the other into my mouth and suck lovingly before retracing my wet tongue path back to the purplish head. I open my mouth and engulf him. Fortunately the bulbous head is spongy and compresses as I draw him into my oral orifice. If not I would have to try to acquire the abilities of the snake to dislocate my jaw to allow my mouth to open further.

I bob my head on the first few inches, feeling my jaws complain as they stretch to accommodate the massive cudgel. Fortunately Gunny stands perfectly still and only moans as I bob my head up and down on the turgid woman-slayer between his legs.

I can deep-throat, as any good slut can, but if I were to attempt to deep-throat such a massive specimen of manhood, or if Gunny were to suddenly grasp my head and start to face fuck me, surely permanent damage would be done to my tiny throat as his huge tool slipped in and out of it. My cheeks indent, though only slightly. For even though I draw a significant vacuum with my mouth, there is no room for my cheeks to sink into, with his massive rod in my oral fuck hole.

I continue my oral ministrations in hopes Gunny will release the reward of his balls into my mouth as he has so many times before, but he stops me after a few moments.

My slut is in rare form this morning. As much as I would love to unload a tasty treat for you, I wouldnt be able to fuck your whores cunt then.

I love the degrading praise he accords my efforts. But like him I would rather feel his cum splatter the walls of my well-fucked cunt than to taste him if that is what he desires. I continue to lovingly suck his cock until his next command comes.

Come to attention, slut. He bellows and I stand once again before him. He towers over me and his massive hand reaches out and grasps the neckline of my tee, ripping it from my body in one hard tug. I stand now clad only in panties my tiny breasts exposed. My nipples, already stiff, from my sexual excitation, stiffen further as the relative warmth of my shirt is replaced by the cool of the rooms air.

Gunny reaches out and pinches one of the turgid buds, almost brutally, pulling it out from the mammary tissue it rests on, until I moan from the pleasure that accompanies the pain.

Oh my slut is ready this morning.

Yes Master, use your whore. I pant almost breathlessly.

Gunnys hand then grips my panties as he had the tee and one tug and the frail lace garment leaves my body. He slips his hands under my armpits and raises my tiny body until the vee of my legs are at waist level. I look down and see him flex and his cock rises to 45-degrees before he starts to lower me onto it.

I feel the petals of my pussy lips slip along the saliva slickened bulbous head of that beautiful huge black cock and part to encourage its entry into the swamp at the pit of my pussy. I feel the entrance of my cunt stretch to accommodate the massive girth. Though he has fucked me many times in the past. I again wonder in my mind if I will be able to contain such a large rod.

Yet, just as before, inch by excruciating inch he enters me. My cunt is stuffed with big black fuck stick and my legs come up to wrap lovingly around his waist. He doesnt stop lowering me until it would appear from casual observation I have a ball sack dangling between my legs and his entire rod is buried inside me.

I love the slightly painful stretch of his initial entry into my tight little white cunt, and I feel the muscles stretch to accommodate his length and girth then start to nibble his cock by rippling along its length. He moans and grunts as he starts to slide me up and down on him.

Oh. You are so fucking tight slut.

Thank you Master. Please fuck your slut. I beg, as I feel my lust growing once again.

No you fuck me whore, he commands.

I raise my arms onto his massive shoulders and start to pull myself up and down on his huge tool, which so completely fills me. I cannot contain myself and I start to babble as my lust rises and I feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm.

Oh fuck.

Use your slut, Gunny.

She is just a nasty whore for your pleasure.

Fuck the whore like a slut should be fucked.

I ride his complete erection, all 14-inches of his hardness as the orgasm begins to build. I feel myself reach the peak and the crescendo is unleashed in my quivering well-fucked depths.

Fuck me, Im cumming.

FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!

I moan my pleasure and cry out at the moment of my complete release. Gunny is feeling the reward of his dominance just as I complete my first orgasm.

Oh so fucking tight. Little whores like you should be required to stay in bed and only be allowed to go pee so they might be used and fucked at the will of whomever will grace them with their presence. Fuck me slut!

I know he is close and I want to feel his explosion, so I increase my efforts, as best I can in this awkward position, and I sense his balls draw up as his cock begins to throb inside me. His explosion sends torrents of cum splattering off the walls of my cunt and adds to the swampy wetness that already exists there.

In my dream I am sterile so there is no chance his virile black seed would leave his child in me though that wouldnt be a problem if it did. I am just not sure how my husband sleeping beside me would feel about that.

His explosion triggers another massive orgasm.

Hose me down with your cum, Master.

My babble takes another self-debasing turn.

She is your cum-bucket. Use your whore Gunny.

Oh fuck my pussy Master.

Your hot fucking cum is making me cum Master, Oh FUCK MEEEEE. I moan at the moment of truth.

We writhe together like this for a moment longer, then I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my mouth to his. Our tongues battle for command of the others mouth in a deep French kiss. Then Gunny hands come up under my pits again and he lifts me off his still solid and stiff cock. In my dream he never goes soft no matter how many times he uses me and unloads his balls.

He lowers me to rubbery legs and then presses on my shoulders to send my to my knees. I know what he requires and I gladly comply. His words slip through my mind from the instruction he has given me in the past.

A good slut must always sucks the cock clean that uses her to show her appreciation for having been used as the whore she is.

I take his still erect cock in my hands and lave it with my tongue to clean the combined juices of our lust from its immense length. Once I have thoroughly cleaned him and it becomes obvious I am now doing more than my duty, he stops me.

He has me stand then turns me around and bends me over the bed. I go to my knees as my upper body lies across the side of the bed. I move gently so as not to wake my sleeping husband on the far side of our matrimonial bed. I pull a pillow to hug and bury my face into to stifle any noise I might involuntarily make.

Gunny is likely going to use my ass now, something he has done occasionally, though with difficulty. I dont allow my husband to fuck my ass, even though his cock is only average and wouldnt ream me as Gunnys huge cock does. I cannot, however, refuse anything Gunny requires of me. I am his slave and he my Master. My will is not my own when I am in his presence.

I bite into the pillow to preclude screaming out and being disobedient in that manner as he enters me. I also must be quiet and not wake my sleeping husband.

I feel the copious juices of our recent fucking run from me and trickle down the insides of my thighs. Gunny swipes his cock through the river that flows from me and traces a trail to the brown star of my ass.

He enters me and I feel the familiar yet painful stretch of his cock as it begins its excruciating trip inside. He fucks my ass enthusiastically for what seems an eternity, then withdraws from me.

Gunny slaps his leg and Sergeant Major, his large Rottweiler appears at his side. I know now what is required, so I drop to all fours and await the breeding that will ensue. The huge dog mounts me and starts stabbing to find one of my fuck holes. Finding my seeping lust-engorged cunt he begins the trip-hammer fucking so characteristic of his species. He drives his huge cudgel into me and I squeal softly into the pillow I clutch at the stretch as his grapefruit-sized knot hastily rips in and out of my sorely abused cunt. Then he unloads his hot copious puppy-makers into my well-used, thoroughly-abused orifice. My cunt is severely stretched, yet his knot doesnt prevent his lusty load from escaping around the edges.
Sergeant Major dismounts and turns to face away from me his ass secured tight to mine as he awaits his knot to recede so he can extricate it from my severely stretched cunt. He drags me around the room as his fuck slave attached to the end of his cock. When he finally shrinks enough to slip from me, his juices start to flow from my bored-and-stroked orifice of pleasure.

I am pleased my pet, but you have one duty yet to perform.

I know what he is speaking of and after Sergeant Major dismounts from me, I move to clean his cock with my oral efforts. When I lower to take him in my mouth he moves that massive head full of long white teeth toward my face and at first I fear he will bite me, but instead he swipes that long lovely tongue along my cheek as if to say thank you. I turn my head to face him and allow that long wet wonderful tongue to enter my mouth in a French-like kiss, then turn back to minister to him orally.

I conclude with him and I again stand to face my Master.

I am pleased slut. I will return on the morrow to use you again. Arise now and serve your husband.

I awaken fully then, and I am again dressed in the gown I wore to sleep the night before. I roll over and reach into the boxers my husband wears and release his limp cock to take it lovingly in my mouth.

I suck him quickly to erection then lift my gown, to straddle his body and take him inside me. He wakes as the warm velvety tightness of my cunt surrounds his average sized cock. I am glad Gunny and Sergeant Major are only dream lovers so they havent stretched me to the point this would not be a pleasant experience for my husband. I love him dearly.

I see you had another dream this morning, my love. He comments as I fuck for all I am worth. He rolls me over onto my back and assumes the duties of the aggressor.

Yes honey, and this morning Gunny had Sergeant Major fuck me.

I recount the vivid dream for him as he fucks me to two successive orgasms. I am fortunate my husband has good self-control, or the lurid and lewd nature of my recounting for him would surely bring him to a quick conclusion.

It is a truly symbiotic relationship for he loves the stories of my dreams and the lust they produce in me on these mornings when Gunny comes to me. He after all is the ultimate beneficiary of the lust they produce. I wonder in a fleeting thought.

Is it cheating if it is only a dream?

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12:00 EDT Thursday, October 10th, 1991 The Naval Science Institute Pensacola, FL BM2 Lenore Collins sighed. Absolutely nothing had been left to chance, she saw, and there had been someone to meet her at the airport, her and another PO2, this one a Hull Technician, whose airplane had apparently only come in a few minutes before Lenore. She'd been put in a van, and the driver had taken the two Petty Officers to the Naval Science Institute. Her single bag would be waiting for her at the...

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13:30 Christmas Day, 1991 139 Meadow Ln Novato, CA 94947 It's been a pretty good Christmas, Lenore thought. A lot less of the usual fighting in the Collins household. Maybe we're all growing up? Maybe, she decided, it's because of all the guests – we all like them and none of us want to behave badly. I guess that's growing up. Ben and Dillon had gotten into a good-natured argument about which training was tougher, and Lenore came down heavily on Dillon's side. "Ben," she said,...

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10:15 PDT Wednesday, August 7th, 1991 Oakland Yacht Club 1101 Pacific Marina, Alameda CA, 94501 Lenore carefully filled out the forms for application to the University of California and the NROTC application, writing on the chart shelf in the Joy Redux' bridge. Chewing the end of the pen, she watched a small white Chevrolet car drive around the parking lot, looking for a spot to settle in. That car looks official, she thought. It might have something to do with the Government license...

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07:50 Monday, August 19th, 1991 Rm 4 Building 1091 NAS Alameda, CA "I got a class date," PO1 Dillon told Lenore. He'd picked her up after her morning workout and run with the Gunny, and Lenore had insisted Dillon sit and have tea with her and Xun Ming, much to the Chinese lady's amusement. When Lenore relented and let Dillon whisk her from the house, he'd driven toward NAS Alameda. "This means I've got to go jump out of airplanes with the Army. I leave Wednesday. After the Army...

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10:10 Wednesday, August 28th, 1991 28910 Matadero Creek Lane Los Altos Hills, CA 94022 "San Francisco Post, how may I direct your call?" "Melissa Penley, please." Deb waited patiently, with the call on the speakerphone while she typed. Finally, the voice of the Society reporter came on the line. "Hello, what is it?" Deb tsked quietly. "Melissa, I'm Deb Reineau, you'll remember me from a conversation we had last month, at the California Academy of Sciences." The voice was now...

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08:25 Tuesday, September 3rd, 1991 28910 Matadero Creek Lane Los Altos Hills, CA 94022 There, that should do it, Deb thought. Working with the high schools' student governments should get us name recognition with the student's parents. She'd been working on the campaign plan for a few hours each day, in between all of her other interests and concerns. She'd call the school tomorrow, and make the offer to the faculty. Deb was stretching, remembering the previous evening with a smile,...

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14:25 Saturday, October 5th, 1991 Guadalcanal Jetty, Coronado NAB San Diego, CA Everywhere Lenore looked was asphalt. For variety, there was painted asphalt, but every square inch of ground had either asphalt or a building with a concrete foundation slab. The sun was bright, still high in the sky, and the air was a balmy 75 degrees. She'd heard that it pretty much stayed like this year-round in San Diego. Inland, the mountains looked much the same as they had up in the San Francisco Bay...

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16:10 Saturday, October 5th, 1991 139 Meadow Ln Novato, CA 94947 Even a casual study of Melissa Penley would show that she was tipsy. Deb tsked to herself, knowing the vineyard's guests shouldn't drive themselves home, and equally sure that Melissa would not accept an offer to stay the night. Melissa had watched the harvest begin early this morning – she'd driven up an hour after the pick had begun – watched from under a large floppy hat she wore on the overcast day, taking photographs...

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13:05 PDT Monday, October 14th, 1991 NROTC, Room 152 Hearst Gymnasium University of California, Berkeley, CA 94720 "Sir, I think I have to ask a favor," Lenore began. The XO sat in his chair, and regarded her over steepled fingers. "Is whatever Commander Fales has you doing down south interfering with your studies?" How do I answer that? Yes, it's interfering with my classes, that's why I'm here, but no, I'm not asking for relief, my grades are pretty darned good. "Yes and no,...

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05:15 Saturday, October 18th, 1991 Guadalcanal Jetty, Coronado NAB San Diego, CA 92155 Almost the whole platoon waited for them this morning. Lenore and the Chief exchanged glances, while she started dumping plastic half-liter bottles of water into the coolers with the ice. Gatorade was too expensive, they'd decided, and would try a miracle powder supposedly full of electrolytes that was for sale in the NEX (Navy Exchange) last night. Lenore, of course, left the two cases of Miller's in...

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Monday, October 29th, 1991 Outside room 147 Dwinelle Hall University of California, Berkeley, CA 94720 Mark Wheeler walked by the open door of the classroom, glad he was wearing bluejeans and a polyester sweater over a tee-shirt today. This was the heart of the enemy, to his thought, the home of the anti-military left-wing establishment at Berkeley, the legacy of the hippies and the Sixties. Well, maybe it's not that bad, but they'd still call me 'baby-killer' here if I were in...

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It went off, Lenore thought, pretty much without a hitch, up to now. After they'd left Chief Kostowe on the boat, they'd paddled ashore in the dark, trotted up the small creek, under the freeway, and formed up outside the cinderblock-and-chain-link fence enclosure. The top of the enclosure was topped with four feet of fence and on top of that was concertina – razor wire. Lenore eyed the wire, and thought, Its California, and there are crazy people everywhere here. No telling who you'd run...

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03:55 Friday, November 15th, 1991 Parking lot, south side of Building S-18 NAB Coronado, San Diego, CA 92155 Lenore parked the rental by the small group of other cars in the parking area behind their building, near the picnic tables. Unable to sleep, she'd come over early, hoping to find Oscar Platoon performing their morning PT. Frowning at the empty courtyard-like area between buildings, she trotted around to the front of the building, and saw dark shapes in formation on the beach...

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04:35 Saturday, December 7th, 1991 SEAL Beach (Silver Strand) west of Building S-18 NAB Coronado, San Diego, CA 92155 PT was miserable for Shiplett, Lenore knew, so she'd taken him to a position on the beach not too near the platoon. She coached him through stretching in formation, and through the various calisthenics. "What did you last score on the PFT?" Lenore was genuinely curious. "Uh, I passed," Shiplett offered. "Where have you been doing PT?" "With the Battalion. I...

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13:50 Monday, July 29th, 1991 L&M Autobody & Collision Repair 1220 8th Avenue, Oakland CA 94608 The bell tinkled as the door opened. Chief Kostowe went in first, and held the door open for Lenore. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the cool dark interior. When they had, Lenore saw that there was thick dust everywhere, the accumulation of years of sanding and paint overspray. The smell was a little odd, too, she thought, slightly sweet. Just then a word came back to her from her...

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"Commander Fales. I hadn't expected to hear from you today, Chief Kostowe, you're a few days early. I didn't think you were scheduled until Thursday." Commander Fales was a thirty-nine-year-old seventeen-year veteran of Naval Intelligence, and he was proud of his career. Almost a certain lock to be promoted Captain in the coming fiscal year, he was proud of the role his office played in Desert Shield, and in the air-war phase of Desert Storm. His operations had reduced the number of...

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11:15 PDT Friday, August 16th, 1991 Oakland Yacht Club 1101 Pacific Marina, Alameda CA, 94501 "Collins, to splice two ropes, what knot?" BMCM Kostowe asked sharply. "Reef or sheetbend, Boats." The answer was crisp. Lenore was enjoying the game, and her hands flew over the Belfast strands, tying the sheetbend, a knot she'd actually come to appreciate. She laughed a little, as she considered her answer. She'd learned from Dillon the various ratings and ranks over the week. Kostowe...

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"Jack, you're quite elegant tonight. I wonder what the occasion is?" Deb had a sparkle in her eye that belied the disingenuousness of her tone. "Merely a meal with a friend, Ma'am. A warm and dear friend, to be certain." Jack was not above flirtatiousness himself, she saw. With a smile he offered her an arm, and they walked arm-in-arm down the path to his car. The drive to the restaurant was quick, and filled with inconsequential subjects. If Jack were nervous, he didn't show it, Deb...

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07:35 PDT Saturday, August 17th, 1991 28910 Matadero Creek Lane Los Altos Hills, CA 94022 Looking out the window, Deb saw the car in the driveway behind Jack's. Slipping into the kitchen in her customary silk robe, she found the Admiral sipping coffee behind the newspaper. She was headed to the refrigerator to make breakfast when she stopped and returned to the Admiral, pulled his paper to the side, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Laughing lightly, she scampered to the refrigerator,...

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14:30 Wednesday, October 9th, 1991 28910 Matadero Creek Lane Los Altos Hills, CA 94022 "Can you talk about it?" Lenore asked Denise, in the solar at the Admiral's house. Deb had apparently cleared it with the Admiral and Barbara, who were both out for supper and the evening. Deb had put Lynne to bed, and was staying by her until the Valium put her to sleep. That had been hard, Lenore admitted. Listening to the Nurse Practitioner explain was hard, seeing the look in Lynne's eyes when...

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19:15 PDT Friday, October 11th, 1991 Stern Hall University of California, Berkeley, CA 94720 "I haven't done this in years," Deb said to Kate. "What, walk on a college campus?" "No, I meant 'wait to get signed into a dormitory'," Deb replied. "You're sure she'll be here?" Kate asked for the fourth time. "Denise was sure," Deb replied, sanguinely. A few moments passed, while Deb smiled at the student behind the desk, and then Lynne trotted out of an elevator. "Oh, my...

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14:45 PDT Wednesday, October 16th, 1991 Aboard United 842 The Chief looks comfortable, Lenore thought sourly. Being a Department of the Navy civilian, he could wear what he wanted, and today, apparently, he wanted to wear a polo shirt, khaki pants, and soft shoes. He'd stowed his jacket in his carry-on bag overhead, and looked insufferably at his ease. Lenore, on the other hand, was in her tailored Service Dress, feeling hot and confined. Every time she looked over at him, he seemed...

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05:25 Friday, October 17th, 1991 Guadalcanal Jetty, Coronado NAB San Diego, CA 92155 Lenore waited in the predawn twilight for Chief Kostowe. There had been no indication that anyone was in the Dock Master's office when they'd driven up, though the SPs on guard at the base of the jetty let them through without comment. Kostowe drove the rental up, and stiffly extricated himself from the vehicle. Christ, he's so old. I wonder why I never think about that when other people are around?...

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13:05 PDT Monday, October 21st, 1991 NROTC, Room 152 Hearst Gymnasium University of California, Berkeley, CA 94720 "Hey, Ell-tee," Candidate Collins greeted him, "got a moment?" Lieutenant Wheeler spine stiffened in his chair and he felt the hair on the back of his neck start to lift, slightly. "Candidate, you probably don't know, but it's inappropriate to greet an officer so familiarly, when you don't have a lot of history with him. Likewise, it's not acceptable to refer to an...

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19:05 Friday, November 15th, 1991 Karl Strauss Brewing Company 1157 Columbia Street San Diego, CA 92101 A white top, a new pair of bluejeans and a set of new white Nikes was all she needed from the Navy Exchange on the way off the post. A total of $67.89 on the Visa card later, Lenore was off to find the bar downtown, with Novotny, Lievano, and Cabrero in her rental car. She'd picked them up, and they waited outside her room while she showered and changed. Lenore was wearing her ring...

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"Breathe, Shiplett." Lenore frowned at Delafuente, and jerked her head as indication the platoon should go. A few moments later, the second formation that had been doing PT on the beach ran – not trotted or jogged – by, none of them giving a second look to the redhead tending an obviously hurting man in the pre-dawn light. What is it about surf that makes it look like it's lit up from within at night? Or that there's a giant black light – the Dark Moon no one ever talks about – lighting...

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"Collins, Shiplett," Chief Vales greeted them as they walked out of the terminal, the sunlight alternating with the shadows cast by the strange overhangs of the Dulles-inspired projecting roofline of the airport terminal. Smiling for the familiar face, Lenore threw her two sea bags into the trunk, and Shiplett's followed. Lenore claimed the front passenger seat, and soon the three were driving out of the airport. "Novotny ran over your dee-minus-three checklist a week ago," Chief Vales...

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