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    ~ My Soldier – Chapter 2 ~

    “Oh, so you are a lesbian?” I ask with a smile.

    “A very proud one, yes.” She grins.

    I chuckle. “Oh, well, can you tell me what your gaydar thinks that I am?”

    “Gay.” Is her simple answer.

    “Your gaydar is broken Miss Porter.” I tell her.

    Bette laughs. “Broken? Why are you so sure that you aren’t gay? You have a lot of lesbian friends, you don’t have a boyfriend and you flirt with me.”

    “So every single girl, with a few lesbian friends and who likes to flirt is automatically a lesbian.”

    “Pretty much, yes.” She smiles. “Tell me honestly, what do Tash, Al and Shane think you are?”

    I roll my eyes with a smile. “They think I’m ‘at least bi’.”

    “I agree.” She says.

    “Well, I couldn’t tell if you were gay or straight so I don’t have gaydar. Doesn’t that prove I’m not a lesbian or a bisexual?”

    “No, it doesn’t. I know plenty of lesbians who don’t have gaydar.”

    I just smile. “I’m going to the kitchen to get me a beer… do I have to bring you something to?”

    “My own beautiful waitress? That sounds good.” She smiles.

    With any other person I would’ve found it irritating, the way she talks to me, in that kind of cocky way but now, with her, it’s totally hot. I giggle. I just walk to the kitchen and I can’t help but sway my hips a little more than normal, I know she is looking. I open the fridge and take out two beers and return to the place where I had been standing. She smiles at me and I give her the beer.

    “Thanks.” She says. “You know, I should pay you back for driving me home.”

    I look at her. “Why?”

    “Because I want to.” She smiles a grin that tells me her ‘pay back’ is something that she’ll enjoy to.

    “How do you want to pay me back?” I ask her.

    “A little dance maybe…” She says and I laugh.

    “That’s it? A dance? I think that you just want to dance with me.”

    She just keeps on smiling. “Come on, I have to do something. I don’t know how to pay you back any other way… I left my wallet at home.” She holds out her hand, I grin and look away shyly for a second.

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    1. Hahahaha I love the way they speak to each other! This is so funny I love it. Ya know I almost joined the Navy after high school but I decided against it at the last minute.I’ll post my story asap :)

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