The Perks of Military Command- Part II

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As the commander over an Army training cadre, an assignment I didn?t want or seek, I had to deal with a host of disciplinary issues from time to time. I had to be fair in the administering of military justice and insure our main goal of teamwork and producing a well trained soldier remained centrist to everything we did. After disciplining two female recruits that had been caught in bed together--something for which either could have been easily discharged, I had struck up a special relationship with one of the recruits that had been assigned to extra duties in my living quarters and office. Her extra duty assignment was working out well for her, but I didn?t have any idea how her training buddy was faring. I called in my first sergeant and told him I wanted to talk with Private Thompson. It was not unusual for me to have a follow up conversation with a recruit after a discipline issue, so ?Top? said he would send the recruit to see me, at the end of the day. This was fine with me. I asked our unit clerk to give me the Private?s personnel record for review. I went to lunch and when I returned, I thumbed through the personnel file for Private Jenna Thompson, from Fort Worth, Texas. I was from Fort Worth as well, so I found it fortuitous that she would be from the same place where I had mersin escort grown up. About seven that evening, the Charge of Quarters (CQ) knocked on my office door and alerted me that Private Thompson was there to see me. ?Send her in,? I ordered. A few seconds later, a very disheveled looking Army recruit entered my office. She stood at attention and rendered a hand salute. ?Sir! Private Thompson, reporting as ordered, sir!? I put her ?at ease? and she dutifully folded her hands behind her back, shifting her stance to accommodate the ?at ease? position. ?Tough day?? I asked. ?Sir, yes, sir!? she answered, snapping back to attention. ?Okay, soldier,? I replied. ?You don?t have to snap to attention every time I ask a question.? ?Thank you, sir,? she responded. I looked at her personnel folder, sitting on my desk and remarked that I knew she was from Fort Worth. ?Sir! Yes, sir,? she replied. I told her I was also from Fort Worth and that it was great to meet a fellow Fort Worth native. ?Can you ride?? I inquired. Being from Fort Worth, she knew I was asking about her abilities to handle a horse. ?Sir, yes, sir,? she replied. ?How are things going?? I inquired. ?They are going great, sir,? she replied matter-of-factly. ? And the extra duty?? I asked. ?Well, sir mersin escort bayan ... To be honest, it?s tough,? she replied. ?What are you doing?? I asked. ?KP, sir?, she replied, referring to the Army acronym for ?kitchen patrol?, which encompasses everything from peeling potatoes to washing trays and flatware. Jenna had a dark complexion and curly jet-black hair, cut to the regulations length. She looked good in her battle dress uniform (BDU) which had a snug fit. Her dark brown eyes seemed to capture my attention. She had a model quality look and I wondered why she had joined the Army. ?My dad was in the Army and so was my uncle,? she replied to my question. ?Amy Recruiting should use you,? I remarked. ?You are easy on the eyes.? ?I need a little cleaning up,? she replied. ?You?re more than welcome to use my shower,? I replied. ?Sir, thank you sir,? she replied, ?but enlisted soldiers are not allowed to-? ?-Fraternize with officers,? I remarked, cutting her off, mid-sentence and finishing off her thought and sentence. ?Sir, yes, sir,? she responded. I stood up and walked over to where she stood in front of my desk. ?I am going to tell you the very same thing I told Private Lovejoy,? I remarked. ?Long before I was an Army officer, I was simply a man. The escort mersin same is true with you. You?re a woman, a damn good looking, sexy woman and whether you wear the uniform or not, you?re still a woman.? ?Sir, yes sir,? she responded, ?But--? I cut her off again, mid-sentence. ?But nothing,? I interrupted. ?You need a shower, so take your sweet ass in to my shower, and get cleaned up!? She looked at me, unsure of what to do. ?Okay,? I remarked, seeing her hesitation. ?I?ll put it more simply. I think I have something you want, something you need, something you might even desire, but it is up to you. No one is forcing your hand here.? As I spoke, I stripped out of my BDU blouse and hung it on a hook located on my office wall. I pulled my Army green t-shirt off and tossed it on to my couch. ?I don?t want to get into trouble, sir,? she remarked. I stepped past her and locked the door to my office. ?No one is going to get in any trouble,? I remarked. I stepped in front of her, my bare chest at eye level. Her breathing was labored and I could tell she was nervous. I reached out and took her hand and placed it directly on my bare chest. ?Do you feel that heartbeat?? I asked. ?Yes, sir,? she replied as I held her hand on my chest. ?It is connected to other body parts that are as equally strong,? I remarked. I could see her thinking. ?Jenna Thompson,? I remarked, ?I like the name Jenna. Can I call you Jenna?? ?Sir, yes sir,? she replied. ?Jenna,? I remarked, looking her straight in her dark brown eyes, ?Would you like to take a shower with me?? ?Sir ...