turned and there was Drill Sergeant Alexander. He had a huge grin on his face and his usual chaw of plug tobacco in his mouth. And in his hand was a laminated white card with “OFF-POST” stamped across it in red.
“Were you in on this too?” Scott asked the DI.
Alexander looked at him sternly. “You’d best go change clothes, boy. You can’t go driving off this post in those raggedy fatigues.”
The DI then tipped his hat to Roni. “Ma’am,” he said. “You’re as lovely as this boy described. And you just cost me $20.”
“Why thank you, sir. How did I cost you $20?” Roni asked with a smile.
“Well, I bet Drill Sergeant Sprouil that you weren’t real,” he grinned. “Turns out you are. And it’s a pleasure.”
“Well, thank you,” Roni said. “You’re the one who made him eat all the cookies, right?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Roni looked back toward her car and pointed to Carl. He reached inside the front seat, pulled out a box and ran back up to where she was standing.
“This is for you Sgt. Alexander,” she said, handing him the box. “Scott’s grandma wasn’t there from Arizona yet, so his Mom made these. But it’s the same recipe.”
“Chocolate chip cookies?” Alexander asked with a grin.
“Just for you,” Roni said. “Thanks for taking good care on him for us.”
Again he tipped his hat to Roni. “Thank you ma’am,” he said, turning to Scott. “Want one, boy?”
“I’ll pass, thank you, Drill Sergeant,” Scott laughed.
“Go change clothes, boy,” Alexander said, turning to walk back toward the operations shack.
“Yes, Drill Sergeant,” he said. Scott turned to Roni. “I’m going to go change,” he said.
“Do that,” she said with a bit of an evil smile. “I have plans for you. And they don’t involve cookies. Or clothes, for that matter.”
“I’ll hurry.”
By 1630, Roni was guiding the Sky Bird — with the T-tops removed — through the streets of Fort Leonard Wood, heading for the main gate.
“It would be easy to get lost here,” she said, pausing to check street signs. “How do you find your way around?”
“We don’t,” he said. “I’ve never seen any of this. I’m guessing they don’t want us to know where the gate is.”
“Afraid you’ll ‘go over the wall,’?” she asked. “Like ‘Tribes?’”
“Something like that,” he said. He just kept staring at her; he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“You’re staring at me, baby,” Roni said with a smile. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Roni,” Scott said, almost in a dream-like state. “Two hours ago, this scene was about as far from reality as going to the moon.”
“So you were surprised?” she asked, innocently. “That was the idea, Footer.”
“It worked,” he said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.
“What do you think of my car?” she asked. “It’s my baby blue baby!”
“It’s gorgeous,” Scott said.
“When I told Dad about wanting to go come here, he decided I should have a better car. This one had just come in and I fell in love with it,” she said. “So he said OK. He’s getting Brooke a red one.”
They finally arrived at the front gate. Roni rolled the window down and showed the guard at the gate her visitor pass, while Scott gave him his pass. The guard eyed both of them, then waved them through.
“I’m sneaking him out so we can go somewhere and have WIILLLD sex!” Roni shouted as they pulled away from the gate.
“WILLLLLLLD?” Scott asked, as they pulled up to a stop sign.
“Wild,” Roni said, reaching across to kiss him. “There’s a joint in the console. Put James Taylor in the tape deck.”
Before they reached the Quality Inn in St. Robert, they had ordered an extra-large carry-out ham and pineapple pizza at a place called “ Sarge’s.” Then they picked up cigarettes, pop and ice at 7-Eleven. Roni had brought beer, wine, weed and munchies that were already in the room.
Their room was on
“Were you in on this too?” Scott asked the DI.
Alexander looked at him sternly. “You’d best go change clothes, boy. You can’t go driving off this post in those raggedy fatigues.”
The DI then tipped his hat to Roni. “Ma’am,” he said. “You’re as lovely as this boy described. And you just cost me $20.”
“Why thank you, sir. How did I cost you $20?” Roni asked with a smile.
“Well, I bet Drill Sergeant Sprouil that you weren’t real,” he grinned. “Turns out you are. And it’s a pleasure.”
“Well, thank you,” Roni said. “You’re the one who made him eat all the cookies, right?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Roni looked back toward her car and pointed to Carl. He reached inside the front seat, pulled out a box and ran back up to where she was standing.
“This is for you Sgt. Alexander,” she said, handing him the box. “Scott’s grandma wasn’t there from Arizona yet, so his Mom made these. But it’s the same recipe.”
“Chocolate chip cookies?” Alexander asked with a grin.
“Just for you,” Roni said. “Thanks for taking good care on him for us.”
Again he tipped his hat to Roni. “Thank you ma’am,” he said, turning to Scott. “Want one, boy?”
“I’ll pass, thank you, Drill Sergeant,” Scott laughed.
“Go change clothes, boy,” Alexander said, turning to walk back toward the operations shack.
“Yes, Drill Sergeant,” he said. Scott turned to Roni. “I’m going to go change,” he said.
“Do that,” she said with a bit of an evil smile. “I have plans for you. And they don’t involve cookies. Or clothes, for that matter.”
“I’ll hurry.”
By 1630, Roni was guiding the Sky Bird — with the T-tops removed — through the streets of Fort Leonard Wood, heading for the main gate.
“It would be easy to get lost here,” she said, pausing to check street signs. “How do you find your way around?”
“We don’t,” he said. “I’ve never seen any of this. I’m guessing they don’t want us to know where the gate is.”
“Afraid you’ll ‘go over the wall,’?” she asked. “Like ‘Tribes?’”
“Something like that,” he said. He just kept staring at her; he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“You’re staring at me, baby,” Roni said with a smile. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Roni,” Scott said, almost in a dream-like state. “Two hours ago, this scene was about as far from reality as going to the moon.”
“So you were surprised?” she asked, innocently. “That was the idea, Footer.”
“It worked,” he said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.
“What do you think of my car?” she asked. “It’s my baby blue baby!”
“It’s gorgeous,” Scott said.
“When I told Dad about wanting to go come here, he decided I should have a better car. This one had just come in and I fell in love with it,” she said. “So he said OK. He’s getting Brooke a red one.”
They finally arrived at the front gate. Roni rolled the window down and showed the guard at the gate her visitor pass, while Scott gave him his pass. The guard eyed both of them, then waved them through.
“I’m sneaking him out so we can go somewhere and have WIILLLD sex!” Roni shouted as they pulled away from the gate.
“WILLLLLLLD?” Scott asked, as they pulled up to a stop sign.
“Wild,” Roni said, reaching across to kiss him. “There’s a joint in the console. Put James Taylor in the tape deck.”
Before they reached the Quality Inn in St. Robert, they had ordered an extra-large carry-out ham and pineapple pizza at a place called “ Sarge’s.” Then they picked up cigarettes, pop and ice at 7-Eleven. Roni had brought beer, wine, weed and munchies that were already in the room.
Their room was on
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