{"id":2359,"date":"2014-07-24T20:33:17","date_gmt":"2014-07-24T20:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jenfrederick.com\/?p=2359"},"modified":"2014-07-24T20:33:17","modified_gmt":"2014-07-24T20:33:17","slug":"charlotte-chronicles-xxxviii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jenfrederick.com\/test\/charlotte-chronicles-xxxviii\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlotte Chronicles XXXVIII"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Handsome<\/a><\/em><\/h2>\n

Nathan<\/em><\/h2>\n


The operation to rescue the wealthy American couple is green lighted. It\u2019s almost a relief to concentrate on something else other than\u00a0<\/span>Charlie<\/em>\u00a0and that dead motherfucker\u00a0<\/span>Reese<\/em>. In fact, as we practice our extraction moves over and over, there isn\u2019t room to think of anything other than where I\u2019ll be, the positioning of my teammates, when we take the shot, infiltrate the ship, rescue the hostages. But all too soon the op is over and we are riding in the helo back to land where we\u2019ll catch a flight on the oh so comfortable C5 Galaxy back to San Diego.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

While everyone else around me was sacked out like good little seamen, lying on a crate or propped up against a pallet using their rucksacks as pillows, I couldn\u2019t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw\u00a0my<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0Charlotte being molested by some asshole named Reese. When I got back to land, I was going to need a leave of absence. Three or four days is all I would need to find out everything about this Reese dude and destroy him. Then I\u2019d\u2026my plans fell apart there. Mostly I thought I\u2019d pick up Charlotte, shove her in my rental and bring her back to San Diego with me. I\u2019d put her in my bed and wouldn\u2019t let her leave until she admitted she still loved me.<\/p>\n

Daniel Sykes, the CO of my SEAL Team Nine, must notice my agitation because he gets up from his cozy bed of wood, metal, and rough cloth to come sit next to me. \u00a0\u201cWhen I was a Petty Officer Second Class, my girlfriend who I\u2019d dated since the ninth grade broke up with me because she was in love with her lab partner, Darryl. Maybe his name was Dennis. I decided that Dennis could go to hell and that Alyson was missing me. So I fly home after a two month mission and head straight for her apartment. Alyson was entertaining the asshole. There was some shouting. Some tears. I punched him out. And if it wasn\u2019t for the fact that she had some feeling left for me, old Dennis might have called the police and then\u00a0my<\/em>\u00a0CO would be called and I\u2019d have gotten kicked off the teams.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cLT, you know I\u2019m not going to do anything that would dishonor the Teams,\u201d I assure him. But I knew how to play this game. We\u2019d gotten into plenty of trouble off base in the past but so long as no local law enforcement had to be called, it was all good. My destruction of Reese would be silent and deadly. The law enforcement wouldn\u2019t even know I was in town.<\/div>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m merely saying I recognize that look on your face. Probably everyone of us has worn it at one time or another. Don\u2019t let your heart lead you into trouble. I\u2019d hate for you to end up having a black mark on what has otherwise been a stellar career. You given any thought to OTS? You\u2019d be a good mustang.\u201d<\/div>\n
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Mustangs were enlisted who went to Officer Training School or OTS and made the jump from enlisted to officer. As an officer you got paid more and you had more responsibility. I didn\u2019t really care for either. I liked being enlisted. It\u2019s where work got done not that I didn\u2019t admire the shit out of LT Sykes, but I didn\u2019t want to deal with his headaches either.<\/div>\n
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Plus, enlisted men are more fun to hang around and even though rank is pretty fluid on the Teams, when we\u2019re out of the theatre and back at base, there are definite lines of separation.<\/div>\n
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\u201cI\u2019ll think about it sir,\u201d I hedge but LT has known me long enough and is smart enough to read my hesitation.<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou do that.\u201d He stands. \u201cAnd get some sleep. That\u2019s an order.”<\/div>\n
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I force myself to sleep by mentally assembling and reassembling my gun and then pointing it. I wake up to Petty Officer Second Class Tom Cheung describing his next door neighbor. \u201cGirl is so stacked I don\u2019t know how she is able to walk upright.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou offer to help her like a gentleman right?\u201d laughs Senior Chief Michael Hale.<\/div>\n
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\u201cCourse I do. I say Miss Emily, why don\u2019t you take my arm and press your precious titty against my biceps while I walk you to your car.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cThat\u2019s real courtly of you, Bride.\u201d Everyone calls Cheung Bride because one night during a training op, he\u2019d somehow got his sheet tucked into his shorts and it trailed behind him like a goddamned train on a wedding gown.<\/div>\n
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\u201cShe let you stick your face in those tatas?\u201d Ensign Ryan Elison pipes up. Elison\u2019s so new he squeaks when he walks. He\u2019s eager to please and desperately wants to fit in but he\u2019s replacing a guy that we all really liked who\u2019d bitten it on a fucking up training mission. None of us hold it against Elison, but even he knows that immediate acceptance isn\u2019t going to come.<\/div>\n
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\u201cEnsign Elison, this is a delicate mission. A man only gets a few chances in his life to see a rack this spectacular. I\u2019m not going to rush it.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou\u2019ve been gone for two months,\u201d Chief Petty Officer Rick Gonzales interjects. \u201cShe\u2019s probably moved.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cAm I a SEAL?\u201d Bride asks. It\u2019s a rhetorical question. \u201cDo I not know how to plan, execute said plan, and then achieve my objective?\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cI thought I was in charge of planning,\u201d LT says wryly and we all laugh when Bride flicks him off.<\/div>\n
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“What\u2019re you doing when you get back Gonzo?\u201d Bride asks<\/div>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m going to see if sweet honey over in Oceanside still has room in her bed for me. Her going away blow job was stellar. I need to measure it against her welcome home one.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cAnd if the going away one is better?\u201d Ensign Elison asks.<\/div>\n
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\u201cShit, sir, then I\u2019ll get a going away one which I\u2019ve already told you was Spec-fucking-tacular. I\u2019ll get gone with a smile on my face. Even a bad blow job is just fine.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhat about you Jackson?\u201d Elison asks.<\/div>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m going to propose,\u201d I say. It pops out but it sounds right.<\/div>\n
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\u201cShit didn\u2019t even know you were dating anyone.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s the letter girl, right?\u201d Bride offers.<\/div>\n
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\u201cWho\u2019s the letter girl?\u201d asks Elison. He doesn\u2019t know my history with Charlotte unlike Cabby who\u2019s been with me through BUD\/s, the Naval school where they try to sort out the SEALs from the wannabes by trying to kill you every day. Cabby who\u2019s been silent this whole time looks at me like I\u2019m half out of my mind. And I am. No question. I won\u2019t ever be right again if I don\u2019t get Charlotte back.<\/div>\n
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With a sigh he turns away and redirects attention at Elison. \u201cEnsign we need to give you a nickname.”<\/div>\n
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Elison sits up straighter. A nickname means he belong<\/div>\n
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“I\u2019m leaning toward Howdy Doody,\u201d I offer.<\/div>\n
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\u201cFuck you, Jackson,\u201d he retorts which is good. We don\u2019t want a mealy mouthbreather serving with us.<\/div>\n
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\u201cHe doesn\u2019t do that,\u201d Bride laughs.<\/div>\n
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Elison immediately colors and stammers out an apology. \u201cI-I-I didn\u2019t mean it like that. And if you are gay, I\u2019m okay with that. Not that you have to tell me. It wasn\u2019t an advance. I wasn\u2019t coming on to you.”<\/div>\n
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This makes Bride laugh all the more. \u201cDon\u2019t you know why we call Jackson Monk, Howdy?\u201d<\/div>\n
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It was his blushing that made the nickname stick and as Elison\u2019s face falls in dismay, he mutters a little sullenly, \u201cno.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cBecause in all the time he\u2019s been on the Teams, he\u2019s never touched a person. Not a guy or a girl, isn\u2019t that right, Monk?\u201d Bride says. He used to sneer it but after a few fists in the face and then a lot of liquor afterwards, we\u2019d come to an understanding. We didn\u2019t talk about my sex life\u2026until now I guess. I let it go because he wasn\u2019t wrong.<\/div>\n
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I\u2019d had plenty of opportunity. Every SEAL does. There\u2019s always someone out there who wants to say they banged an elite warrior and many who look at us as tickets out of whatever poor circumstances they\u2019re in only to find that it was better to be single than tied to a guy who was gone half the year on secretive missions that they could never talk about. A guy who spent more time with his SEAL team members than his own family. Lots of women got sick and tired of that quick.<\/div>\n
\nI\u2019d tried a few times. I\u2019d followed a few women to their homes or apartments or hotel rooms but ultimately I\u2019d left them dissatisfied and angry. As for me, each time renewed my belief that celibacy was my punishment. I\u2019d turned my back on Charlotte. My inability to follow through with any other woman has to do with the fact that while I was able to walk away from her, every part of me including my stupid cock still believes we belong to Charlotte Randolph.<\/div>\n
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\u201cIs it the letter girl?\u201d Elison is the only one brave enough to ask. He doesn\u2019t know better but I don\u2019t care–not at this point.<\/div>\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s the letter girl,\u201d I affirm.<\/div>\n
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\u201cWill she say yes?\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cAm I not a SEAL that knows how to plan, execute said plan, and achieve my objective?\u201d I mock but my anger is self directed.<\/div>\n
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Elison nods his head. Truthfully, I think she\u2019ll say no but I\u2019d keep asking until I was too old to form words and my body was dust.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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