but not this place. Rachel wasn’t going to
miss out on anything. She could digest later.
Chapter 8
Rachel dozed on the bus ride home. She felt so fat she
was surprised that her pants hadn’t split yet. She woke up just before the bus
went through the gate of the base. She could make out Jason in the seat next
to her, snoring softly, with his head thrown back against the head rest of the
seat, mouth wide open. She smiled to herself. She knew he was young, in his
twenties, but the way he looked when he was relaxed made him look twelve. The
bus went over the speed bumps, and it jerked Jason awake. His eyes were wide
open now, and he was staring around like he was looking for someone to jump
him. She laughed lightly and he blushed.
“Sorry, I’m just used to looking around me for trouble any
time I haven’t been paying attention to my surroundings. It’s a habit.”
“It’s ok. I’m sure I would be the same way if I went
through military training.” He still looked a little sheepish, but he smiled
back. Once the bus came to a stop in the parking lot of the mini mall, he got
up and let her out. She thanked him and made her way to the door. She didn’t
really think anything about whether or not he wanted to stick around and talk
to her. She just crossed the street and disappeared up the stairs to her room.
She was tired, and she wanted to get a shower before she went to bed. The next
day they were going to be going wine tasting. She wanted a good night’s
sleep. When she got in the front door of her room, she came face to face with
her roommate.
“Hi! I wasn’t even sure I had a roommate. I never hear
you in there,” joked Rachel. The girl just stared at her. She was shorter
than Rachel by about a head and a half, toothpick thin, pale as paper, pierced
and tatted up, and had medium length black hair. She took something called
Muscle Milk out of the fridge and went into her bedroom. Rachel was a little
miffed. She may not have told a funny joke, but that didn’t mean the girl had
to be so rude to her. After all, they’d never even met. She decided right
then and there that she didn’t like the girl, and she wasn’t going to talk to
her unless she had to. She slid her card into her door, and made her way into
her room. She went into the bathroom and locked the door that led to the other
bedroom, signally that she was going to be using the bathroom. She got the
water started. Then, she went back into her bedroom to get undressed. She threw
her clothes in her hamper and got under the hot spray. Rachel sighed in
pleasure. There was nothing better than a hot shower at the end of the day, in
her opinion. It loosened up all the knots that had accumulated throughout the
day, and it washed all the dirt away. Then, she washed her long hair and quickly
got out so she could go to bed.
The next morning, Rachel knew it would be a bad day before
she ever left her room. She woke up to thunder and lightning raging outside
her window. Rachel only liked thunder storms if she was wrapped up in a thick
blanket, sitting in a window seat, with a book and hot chocolate. Seeing as
none of that was available to her at the moment, she gritted her teeth, tucked
her coat tighter around her, and left her room for the building across the
street. When she got in the door, she shook out her coat as best as she could,
and tried to dry her shoes on the mat that had been put right inside the door
for that very purpose. She wasn’t quite sure if it would work, but she did it
for the benefit of the person that had put it there. She made her way into the
briefing room, and was about to take the same seat that she’d had all week,
when Jason flagged her down from the corner of the room.
“Hey! Rachel, over here.” She blushed, but she walked over
to him.
“Good morning, how are you?”
“Oh, I’m alright. I wanted to talk to you
miss out on anything. She could digest later.
Chapter 8
Rachel dozed on the bus ride home. She felt so fat she
was surprised that her pants hadn’t split yet. She woke up just before the bus
went through the gate of the base. She could make out Jason in the seat next
to her, snoring softly, with his head thrown back against the head rest of the
seat, mouth wide open. She smiled to herself. She knew he was young, in his
twenties, but the way he looked when he was relaxed made him look twelve. The
bus went over the speed bumps, and it jerked Jason awake. His eyes were wide
open now, and he was staring around like he was looking for someone to jump
him. She laughed lightly and he blushed.
“Sorry, I’m just used to looking around me for trouble any
time I haven’t been paying attention to my surroundings. It’s a habit.”
“It’s ok. I’m sure I would be the same way if I went
through military training.” He still looked a little sheepish, but he smiled
back. Once the bus came to a stop in the parking lot of the mini mall, he got
up and let her out. She thanked him and made her way to the door. She didn’t
really think anything about whether or not he wanted to stick around and talk
to her. She just crossed the street and disappeared up the stairs to her room.
She was tired, and she wanted to get a shower before she went to bed. The next
day they were going to be going wine tasting. She wanted a good night’s
sleep. When she got in the front door of her room, she came face to face with
her roommate.
“Hi! I wasn’t even sure I had a roommate. I never hear
you in there,” joked Rachel. The girl just stared at her. She was shorter
than Rachel by about a head and a half, toothpick thin, pale as paper, pierced
and tatted up, and had medium length black hair. She took something called
Muscle Milk out of the fridge and went into her bedroom. Rachel was a little
miffed. She may not have told a funny joke, but that didn’t mean the girl had
to be so rude to her. After all, they’d never even met. She decided right
then and there that she didn’t like the girl, and she wasn’t going to talk to
her unless she had to. She slid her card into her door, and made her way into
her room. She went into the bathroom and locked the door that led to the other
bedroom, signally that she was going to be using the bathroom. She got the
water started. Then, she went back into her bedroom to get undressed. She threw
her clothes in her hamper and got under the hot spray. Rachel sighed in
pleasure. There was nothing better than a hot shower at the end of the day, in
her opinion. It loosened up all the knots that had accumulated throughout the
day, and it washed all the dirt away. Then, she washed her long hair and quickly
got out so she could go to bed.
The next morning, Rachel knew it would be a bad day before
she ever left her room. She woke up to thunder and lightning raging outside
her window. Rachel only liked thunder storms if she was wrapped up in a thick
blanket, sitting in a window seat, with a book and hot chocolate. Seeing as
none of that was available to her at the moment, she gritted her teeth, tucked
her coat tighter around her, and left her room for the building across the
street. When she got in the door, she shook out her coat as best as she could,
and tried to dry her shoes on the mat that had been put right inside the door
for that very purpose. She wasn’t quite sure if it would work, but she did it
for the benefit of the person that had put it there. She made her way into the
briefing room, and was about to take the same seat that she’d had all week,
when Jason flagged her down from the corner of the room.
“Hey! Rachel, over here.” She blushed, but she walked over
to him.
“Good morning, how are you?”
“Oh, I’m alright. I wanted to talk to you
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