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“Good afternoon, recruits. My name is DrillSergeant Ryan Grabowski and for the next nine weeks I am themotherfucking God you will worship.”
Shit! Her new Drill had a voice fit for sin.
“When you pray, it will be to me. When you eat,it will be only because I have granted you nourishment. At nightwhen you are asleep your dreams will be controlled by me.”
Shit. Double Shit. And throw a fuck in theretoo.
“I will tell you how to walk, when to talk andhow to fucking use the bathroom. Without me your fucking life isuseless. Get used to my new commandments, ladies. For you only havethe graces I give you!”
Carol blinked several times when the crunchingof stones stopped in front of her.
“Look at me, Private!”
She looked and felt like she was going to faint.Holy Mary Mother of God. The drill sergeant was beautiful. Evenwith the smirk on his face. Those green eyes were ice cold, yetsent heat swirling through her body.
“Where are you from?”
“California?” She was spazzing, she knew shewas.
“Are you asking me or telling me? Fucking USArmy recruits! They stick me with the dumbest fuckers they canfind. Which is it?”
And with that began Carol's trip into the entityknown as the US Army experience.
