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It was leave, a time for us soldiers to be free and see our families. Danny and the boys went back state side while I jumped on the first Army flight out to the South Pacific; down there was the closest thing I had to a home. 10,000 miles from the war in Kajikistan was my house on a beach in Tahiti. Due to a large inheritance from my grandparents and parents, I am... well... loaded. I have always loved the water and when my father who had raised me passed, I left the States and built a house next to the newly built Tahitian military base. The army liked that I was still at arm's reach for when they needed me and I liked being at arm's reach from the pacific.

The pacific humidity hit me when I stepped off the C-130. "Ah, home." I said to myself. I walked to a hanger at the edge of the runway and stepped inside. It was Delta's storage facility for when the army dropped us here for plausible deniability missions. I flipped the light switch and the florescent lights buzzed with electricity before finally illuminating the hanger in bright white light. I looked around at what was supposed to be "official" storage for our unit's pacific division. Surfboards, boogie boards, snorkels, scuba gear, and beach items covered the workbenches where we were supposed to clean our weapons. "Delta Force boys do like to play," I said to myself. I cleaned up the mess made by the last squadron that used the hanger then began to unpack my gear. I put my rifle bag on one of the workbenches and took out my rifle. I deployed the bipod on my Tac-338 and placed it down. I went over every detail of it, cleaning the grime out of every place it could get. Once I was satisfied, I carried it to the weapons locker in the back of the hanger. I unlocked the massive cage door and walked over to my corner of the locker setting my rifle in its place. I then removed my personal Remington 700 rifle and my Glock 19 handgun and locked the cage door again. I placed my Remington into the rifle bag and holstered my Glock in my concealment holster in my waistband. I Changed into my button down Hawaiian shirt (a tasteful white button down without any flowers or touristy shit on it) and grabbed my stuff. I left the hanger turning off the lights and locking the door on my way out then headed for the parking lot.

In a covered parking spot was my baby, A 1970 Chevelle SS-454. I had spent my entire summer break after my junior year of high school rebuilding her with my dad. Her black body complemented by two white racing stripes called to me. I threw my stuff in the back then started her up (her engine newly replaced with a Corvette ZR1 engine) and she came to life with a roar. I grinned then closed my door and got on my way to the house.

The sun was just coming up when I pulled into my garage. I closed the door behind me then stepped inside my house. It is a modern design two-story house with a split-level first floor. It has an all stainless steel kitchen that sits just above the living room that is nestled a foot below the rest of the first story and mounted on the bleach white wall in front of the couch is my eighty three inch flat-screen. I went up stairs, threw my bags on the bed, and locked my rifle in my gun vault that sits in my closet. I came back down to the living room and turned on the TV and it started some detective movie I had put in the DVD player before I left. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and plopped down on the couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I took a swig from my brew then looked out the plate glass windows that line the back of the house. The sun was all the way up now and it filled the house with a warm glow. I could see the light glistening off the water behind my house. I finished my beer and changed into my board shorts, grabbing my sunglasses and life vest I stepped out my backdoor. I looked across the beach and smiled. "No one but me, myself and I," I whispered to myself quietly. My family had bought a small cove and kept it private so they could build a house one day, but they never lived to do it. I built the house and a boathouse after I found my dad asked for me to do it in his will. I slowly walked down to the boathouse, dragging my feet in the sand and feeling the warm sun on my black fur. I lowered my wave runner off the lift in the boathouse and jumped on. The clear blue water of the French Polynesians glistened in the sun. I put on my sunglasses, fired up the wave runner, and rocketed out of the cove. I had to be pushing sixty (which is fast on a wave runner) and loved every minute of it. I spent the rest of the day tooling around the island, only stopping for gas and swim breaks.

Around four in the afternoon, I pulled into my favorite bar and tied the wave runner up to the pier. I grabbed my Glock from the wave runner's hold and holstered it, then put my shirt on covering the pistol and its holster. After securing my firearm, I grabbed my Zippo lighter then closed the hold. I walked up the pier towards the bar. Yan's was the name of the place, it was nothing more than a huge grass hut with a bar, tables, and a kitchen built onto the backside. I approached the bar and Yan immediately noticed I had arrived.

"Hey look decided to show up," he yelled in his usual cheery voice. Yan made his way to where I was sitting at the bar. He was and old, broad shouldered Jaguar, and stronger than most guys I knew. A native Tahitian, he had immigrated to the States at the start of the Pacific Wars so he could join the Marines and protect his homeland. Shortly after the end of the wars he returned to Tahiti and opened his bar and has been running it ever since.

"Sorry, I got held up in Kajikistan by some assholes trying to kill me," I replied in a very sarcastic voice. He reached his hand out for a shake. He was missing the tips of two fingers and trimmed his claws to hide the war wounds. I shook his hand and he nearly crushed mine with his iron grip.

"Where's Danny?" I could see he was asking this because Danny usually comes with me on leave and Yan assumed the worst.

"He had to go state side to finalize his divorce." I replied.

"Oh ok good; I was worried for a second. I am glad he is getting rid of that bitch of a wife!"

"You just didn't like her because she hates your cooking."

"Damn Straight!" He yelled before he busted out laughing. He reached under the bar and pulled out his personal bottle of scotch, two glasses, and two cigars. He poured the glasses while I lit up my stogie. I took a deep drag savoring the smoke, then exhaled making smoke rings. Then I sipped the scotch, which went down smoother than anything I have ever drank.

"I'm not going even going to ask how much this bottle cost Yan." I said to him.

"I'm not going to tell you but don't be surprised if I go out of business if I buy anymore."

I laughed as I continued to work on my cigar. We kept chatting; I told him stories from my time in Kajikistan. He always loved them; I think they reminded him of his time in the Marines and made him feel young again. We continued talking until I noticed that a rather good-looking fox sat down at a table off to my left.

"I know you see her Reb." Yan said, because I was obviously doing a bad job hiding that I was checking her out.

"So?" I replied.

"Go talk to her, you need to meet someone."

"No I'm just going to get drunk then attempt to ride the runner back to my cove then pass out on the beach."

"How about this, I cut you off?"

"You sick son of a bitch!"

"Don't give me any lip soldier; you need a woman in your life."

"I'm fine with my current situation."

"Bullshit Reb, you live to fight and when you're not fighting you're drinking. That is not healthy at all. Listen, I got married because I needed someone to help me through all that post war shit I went through."

"And did your wife baby you through your PTSD?"

"Hell no, She told me to either quit drinking and get a job or keep drinking and lose her. One thing led to another and now I'm standing here; serving drinks and still happily married."

"She told you to quit drinking so you opened a bar?"

"Goddamn it Reb! That is not the point. You are the only wolf I know with commitment issues and you need to fix that shit fast or you're going to die miserable and alone."

"Ok fine, I get it Yan. I'll go talk to her."

"Good, that's what I like to hear."

"What if she is not my type?"

"I didn't say you had to marry her specifically Reb. Go be friendly and if she is not your type just try to sleep with her and move on. Damn Reb, do you need me to hold your hand?"

"It would make me feel better."

"Don't be a smart ass, now go hit on that girl before I throw your ass back on that damn wave runner."

"Ok Yan I'm going calm down." I knocked back my remaining scotch and put out my cigar. I stood up and walk toward the table she was sitting at. She was defiantly a red fox; she had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I began to walk over to her table slowly. I counted every step I took, by step nine I was there. She looked stunning, a real beauty.

"Hi, do I know you?" She asked looking up at me.

"Uh... No I was just going to..."

"Hit on me?" She said cutting me off mid sentence.

"Yea, that was the plan." I said slightly embarrassed. "It's been a while."

"I can tell, take a seat and try again." I did as she said and sat down. Yan came over and brought me a beer "This is awesome!" he whispered in my ear as he placed the beer on the table. I could hear him chuckling as he walked off.

"So let's try this again, I'm Johnny; and you are?"

"Not single," She replied "But my name is Jane."

"Oh, well nice to meet you Jane, I apologize if I have offended you."

"You haven't, don't worry." She replied in a very sweet voice. "You have offended the shit out of me!" A deep voice said from behind me. I slowly turned to see probably the biggest Pit Bull this side of the pacific.

"What the fuck are you doing with my girl?" I could feel the bass from his voice in my chest.

"Nothing at all buddy, just a mistake. I meant no disrespect." I tried to play it cool; this guy was at least twice my size. I stood up smiled and walked back to the bar, the dog glared me every step of the way. I leaned against the bar and let out a heavy sigh as Yan came over.

"That was fun to watch!" Yan said laughing.

"Jesus Christ that fucker had his own gravitational pull." I said as I drank my beer.

"Well you tried at least."

"I know, and almost got my ass kicked." I replied. Yan and I watched the couple walk into the parking lot. We could tell they were arguing. Then the Pit Bull raised his fist and hit Jane. I looked at Yan, sighed and walked over to the parking lot.

When I got there, Jane was on the ground sobbing quietly. "What did I do wrong Jack?" She cried looking up at her boyfriend.

"You whore, you know what you did!" the Pit Bull replied.

"Hey Cujo, calm the fuck down." I said as I approached the couple.

"What are you going to do asshole?" Jack replied as I sized him up. He raised his hand again to hit Jane and I lunged at him. My fist caught him in the jaw and I threw a second punch into his ribs. He doubled over but came up swinging. I dodged his first punch but was tagged by the second on the cheek. My training kicked in and I lashed out. I put my fist into the side of his head as my foot met his kneecap. He fell to his knees stunned. I slammed his head into the bumper of a nearby car. I watched him for a second to make sure he was breathing, once I had established I had not killed the abusive fucker I turned my attention to Jane.

Jane was still on the ground so I helped her up. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yes I think so, thank you." She said quietly as her ocean blue eyes met mine. We smiled at each other but then she screamed, "Jack has a knife!" Jack pulled his blade from his waistband and began to stand up. He rose to meet the muzzle of my Glock pointed at his face.

"Don't move a goddamn inch." I commanded.

"Are you going to shoot me?" He replied.

"Let me put it this way, you do anything stupid then that white car behind you is going to have a new red paint job."

"Fine," He snarled as he put down the knife and backed away. He watched me as he walked to his jeep and drove off; I kept my pistol trained on him until he was out of sight. I holstered my pistol and turned to Jane.

"Sorry about that Jane." I said softly.

"It's ok," She said back. "It's Johnny, right?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well Johnny, you would know of any place I could stay? Jack has the hotel room key."

"If you are comfortable with it you can stay at my place till tomorrow then we can go get your stuff from the hotel."

"That sounds nice, which car is yours?"

I grinned, "I didn't bring a car."

We arrived back at my cove after a long ride on the wave runner. I could tell Jane loved it. We pulled into the boathouse and I put the wave runner back on the lift. She held my hand as we walked across the beach.

"This is your house?" Jane asked, "It is beautiful!"

"Thanks. Would you like a tour?"

"I think I would but could we start in the bedroom?" She asked with the biggest grin on her face.

We crashed in to the bedroom, our lips together. I picked Jane up and she wrapped her les around my waist. She took off my shirt as I helped with hers and her bra. Her breasts popped out to greet me. I placed her on the bed and pulled off her shorts. She quickly undid my board shorts and pulled them off. She grabbed me by my dick and pulled me onto the bed. I climbed on top of her and then penetrated her deeply. She moaned loudly as I moved my throbbing cock in and out of her tight pussy. I kissed her deeply as I massaged her firm breasts. She begged me not to stop as she moaned louder and louder. I could feel her pussy tighten and she started to cum. All of that pressure on my cock felt amazing and pushed me over the edge. I came deep inside of her and continued to thrust until I had emptied my load. I rolled off her and laid there for a minute while her wet pussy dripped all over the bed. "Yan was right, I needed this," I thought to myself. Jane wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest as we both dozed off.