HomecomingChapter 6
The taxi pulled away leaving Cindy and me standing at the foot of Pier 11. My watch read 0700. I handed Cindy her overnight bag and we both wearily walked through the pier security gate. Neither of us had gotten any sleep last night. Cindy was insatiable in bed and we ended up screwing each other's brains out until there wasn't a dry spot left on any of the sheets. Hopefully we would have a quiet duty day with plenty of opportunities to catch up on some much-needed shuteye. "Do you know...