Dear Soldier Boy (12 page)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Sent 7/4/16

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Dear Soldier Boy,                                                                                                  

Happy 4
th
! Did you enjoy a glorious firework display in Afghanistan in celebration of America? Haha! I probably shouldn’t joke about any type of fire in the air etc., given your current situation. Did you do anything fun?

I went down to the mall with Duke. He makes for a great companion/man repellant, that and the tank top you sent me. I have to say, I was a bit disappointed not to be hit on. Not that I’m looking, but last year, I had been asked out by at least ten different guys throughout the day, and this year, zip. Zilch. Nada. I guess all the weight gain is a real turn-off. That and I decided to go with a buzz cut like you. I’m really into the idea of being twinsies, what do you think? Twin outfits, twin buzz cuts, twin undies? Haha, just kidding. I’m attaching a pic of me and Duke in front of the Washington Monument. By the way, I’ve told Duke all about you, and every time I say your name, he wags his tail. I can’t wait for the two of you to meet. The three of us can go running together. I’m going to guess that, since you are getting up there in your years, I’ll be the fastest. Maybe we should have a fun game of chase before we make it to the bedroom?

I felt a little bit like Fivel in
American Tale
when I was looking at the sky tonight. But the fireworks were really pretty, and I imagine next year, you’ll be with me as we watch them. Then we’ll go back to our house and make even bigger fireworks. And no, Duke is not allowed in the bed. I sleep alone until you return, and then I want to sleep on top of you and stare down at your face while you breathe. Will that make you uncomfortable? Haha!

And there are no c words! None. But I have added to my cabbage patch collection. I found a soldier one, and now the mini-version of me is stuck to him like glue. I keep trying to explain to them about level of appropriateness, but that doll is so into the soldier, she can’t keep her hands off him.

I do love DC. I love the four season weather, and the cherry blossoms in the spring, the snow in the winter, the changing leaves in the fall, and the hot summers. Which, by the way, it is hot. I’ve been tempted to prance around with no clothes on but…maybe I have. I guess you won’t know until you get here. November 27
th
is coming up quick, and good thing too, because it’ll be more fun to see you have to work with all the layers I wear. Like cardigans, scarves, and Afghans. I get so cold, I’m a walking blanket. How will you overcome making it through all my layers? Soldier Boy, can you handle that? Especially given your age?

But back to DC, I never would have thought I would feel this way, but I really don’t care where we live, as long as I’m with you. Matthew, I’ve really fallen hard. I hope you don’t ever let me go. I never thought about Duke needing a yard. I run with him every morning and night. But maybe you’re right. Where would you want to live?

I love that you want to clean the kitchen, because I’m not a fan. Maybe I can buy you sexy cleaning attire. Since you already have the soldier outfit, we won’t need to acquire one for cos-play. But I’m thinking maybe I’ll need to get a nurse one now, since you’re telling me about all this dust and heat. I think you’re going to need some major TLC when you come back, and believe me, I intend to give it to you.

Besides your chicken & cheese dish, what’s your favorite meal? I want to have it ready for when you get back. I’m assuming we won’t want to leave the house for a few days, so I will stock up on supplies and nourishment.

Matthew, why are you trying to wreck my self-control by wooing me with the idea of a photo of you in dress uniform? I’m trying to save my eyes for seeing you in person. All 6'4" of you.

Now, on to the topic of your head. By the way, it’s a really nice head. I like how big it is. (You know what goes here). And I’m looking forward to experiencing your skills. Really looking forward to it. It has been a long time, Matthew. Commemorate no sex? Obviously there is only one option for that: sex. Lots of sex. I might not be as experienced as you, but I do have some really nice images in my mind about you, and me, and everything that entails. Which is a lot. Do you have any other ideas for a means of commemoration?

Since you were so kind to strum up that mental picture of you between my thighs, I thought I would send you a couple more photos from after the fireworks.  Remember, it’s hot here too. Not like 122 F, but hot. So hot that, when I got home, I locked the door and went straight to my bedroom. I’ve got a really nice size garden tub with jets, and they are powerful. I’m not sure if it will fit you, but anyway, I took off my jean shorts and decided to leave your tank top on. I was in a hurry, from being outside all day long, and I just needed to get wet. Really wet. You know the shirt I’m talking about right? The one that reads, “Waiting for My Soldier”, except I didn’t wait today. I thought about you while I took a bath, and it got hotter than it is outside. I took a couple before and after photos for you. The first one is of me in the tank; I was so hot that I jumped in the bath and it got wet. I thought you wouldn’t mind. And the second photo is after I thought about you and was enjoying the bubbles.

Night night.

With Love, Your Civilian Girl,

Vivian

Chapter Twenty-Eight

From:
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Sent: 8/1/16 22:02
To:
[email protected]
Dear Civilian Girl,
I got your care package. Woman, I’m dying
over here. The Kama Sutra was the final nail in the coffin. The positions you
tagged were good choices…very ambitious. Nice to see we are on the same page, so to
speak.
Thank you for the Nutella too. This jar
lasted two days, but only because I knew you would want to know how long it took
me to demolish it, and I’m trying to show you I have some restraint. Going from
1 day to 2 is 100% improvement, so there is that. Yes, I’m still a glutton. Must
you dwell on that, woman? I have many positive attributes, like that I'm strong
enough to do the position you picked out on page 57.
I have attached a few house brochures for
you to look at. I really like the farmhouse in Virginia, but it's kind of far
from DC. It would be doable, but a grind. I need your input here, Vivian. I’m
not the one who would be driving it every day. This is moving insanely fast. Is
that freaking you out? Is that why you haven't mentioned the idea of me buying
a house? Yep, this is fast, but that is what you get when you’re with a
soldier. There is no time to deliberate the decisions you get to make, you
just need to make them and be thankful some faceless person who outranks you
hasn’t made them for you.
Chances are, I won’t be based in DC. I can
almost guarantee it, but I will retire someday, and that is where your job is. If
you’re happy there, that is where I want us to be. I don’t care if it is DC, or Detroit, or anywhere in between. I need your input, so pick a house, any house. Just make sure you pick me to be the man you share that house with.
Love,
Soldier Boy
P.S.
Yep,
I’m still celibate, though, I have abused myself to no end since I got your
picture. And you remembered to waterproof it…luckiest man ever…

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Care Package 5

August 15
th

Dear Soldier Boy,                                                                     

I hope you’re okay. C-SPAN has been dreadful. I know you probably don’t want to hear about how a television program has been upsetting, given that you are there experiencing it firsthand. *Shudders at the thought* I wish there was a way to bring you back sooner. Things have gotten so bad. I think I’ve got an ulcer. If it weren’t for Duke and his endurance, I’m not sure how much more I could take. We’ve upped our mile count to…wait for it...six point two! That’s right, Matthew, I’m finally up to a 10k race. I’ve scheduled to run in the Labor Day 10k next month. I’m really looking forward to it. Not as much as I’m looking forward to seeing you, but I’m sure you already figured that.

I’ve got my playlist ready. The first song is
Run
by Awolnation. Great choice right? Do you listen to music when you run? I find it really helps me to get in the zone. And since I’ve been running with Duke, I don’t worry as much about people sneaking up behind me and things like that.

I got you some baby-wipes. I went for the bulk package, since you are a large man. I figured more vs. less would be better in this situation.

I also read that beef jerky is a big deal over there, so enjoy it!

I’m enclosing another piece of the puzzle. Here’s a clue: it’s a location.

And finally please keep the lady safe. I won’t say her title because that would give too much away unless you have already guessed it.

In reference to your house brochures, you want me to pick a house sight unseen? What is that, like picking a mate? No…houses are different I need to go in and walk around, touch everything, and really figure out if it’s the one. A photo cannot give me the same experience as actually being in a place. I can’t go all-in on a house without seeing it up close and in person.

Places are not people, Matthew. I can fall for you sight unseen, but not a house. ;)

Besides, I’d rather go house house hunting together. Can’t we schedule that for January or something? Considering from November 27
th
until January 2
nd
we will be homebound? ;)

Speaking of January, Millie and her fiancé have picked a wedding date. Will you be my date for the wedding? It’s in January. I think we will be okay to leave the house at that point, right? I might even wear that red dress you seem to have a thing for. ;)

Julian will probably be disappointed not to be my plus one, but I’m sure, after the two of you meet, he’ll get over it.

Matthew, it’s getting so close. I’ve taken up yoga. I needed a way to Zen out my mind and try and counteract my C-SPAN addiction. I don’t think I’ve reached any meditative point, yet. I’m still a ball of nerves, and I’m sorry for even telling you about that. You probably don’t need to read about my emotions when you're in…well, you know.

But the silver lining is that, with all the yoga I’ve been doing, I have found several more poses to add to our list from the Kama Sutra. Let’s just say, I’ve become extremely flexible.

However, I cannot stop looking at page 57. I won’t tell you how many times, but, Soldier Boy, that is a promise I want to see you make come true.

I’ve also enclosed more Nutella. Can you make it last three days? No judgments if you can’t. I’ve already confessed that I have zero self-control. So there is that. You’ll have to be stronger in the sweets department for the both of us.

Besides the Kama Sutra, do you have a favorite book or author? I’ve been reading through a very steamy series right now, which makes being away from you all the more difficult. For some reason, I can picture the two of us curled up together and you reading to me. Is that odd? Or would you do that? I’d love to hear your voice as you read a story to me. The idea of it makes my heart hurt. I’m a puddle of emotions over here.

I’m sorry. I promised to keep things upbeat for you. Let me tell you something fun. I went to the toy store. No, not that kind. It was with children’s toys. But adults can have fun buying items in there, too. Anyway, I found the GI Joe for my Barbie. I called my mom. I haven’t spoken to her since Christmas. It was awkward at first, and we didn’t really say much other than to talk about the difference in temperature between Pennsylvania and DC (which isn’t much, in case you were on pins and needles wanting to find out). Anyway, then I asked if she would send me my Barbie.

Am I freaking you out? It’s true, I really have a Barbie in the attic with a Vera Wang wedding dress. I’m guessing I freaked out my mom, and she began asking all these questions, and I told her about you. Then she had a zillion more questions. Questions that even I don’t have the answer to, like if you’re right or left handed? Or if you have any hobbies, or are really into a certain sport.

She told me I was, perhaps, moving too fast, and all those fun momisms. But I told her not to worry and to please send me my doll. I’m really not that wacky, but I wanted to have the dolls ready for your arrival, just so I could see your face. I didn’t want to go all-in by buying fifty-seven stuffed animals or any other type of dolls, but I really do have the Barbie, and I wanted to see how you would react upon sight. I’m sorry, I have a very sick sense of humor. I could almost imagine your face in response to seeing the dolls, and I haven’t even seen your face to know exactly how it would look, but somehow, I could picture it. For the record, it was hilarious.

Now, of course, I’ve given away that moment, but don’t worry, I’ll think of something else to surprise you.

With Love, Your Civilian Girl,