The Slut MarkedChapter 5
Then the plane landed in Georgia. I felt hollow inside. Nobody knew I was coming home, shot up, 'cause I wanted to surprise the little woman. Surprise! Whoopee! It was a Saturday night by the time I got a drop off at the house. Well, at least there were no strange cars in the driveway. The van pulled up and my assigned corporal helped me get to the front door. He discretely backed off as I pushed the doorbell with my cane. The duffel bag was on the porch nearby. The door opened. She was...