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  “We’ll be alright, won’t we, Snowflake? I’m sure we will. We don’t need them, no we don’t.”

  4

  September 2015

  “Do you come here often?”

  Liz Hester stares at the man who has approached her in the bar at Lou’s Blues in Indialantic. It is Friday night and she was bored at the base, so she and her friends decided to go out and get a beer.

  “You’re kidding me, right?”

  The guy smiles. He is a surfer-type with long greasy hair under his cap, a nice tan, and not too much between the ears. The kind of guy who opens each sentence with dude, even when speaking to a girl.

  “It was the best I could come up with.”

  “You do realize that I am thirty-eight and you’re at least fifteen years younger, right?”

  Kim comes up behind her. She is wearing her blue ASU—army service uniform—like Liz. They are both decorated with several medals. Liz’s includes the Purple Heart, given to her when she was shot during her service in Afghanistan. Took a bullet straight to her shoulder. The best part was, she took it for one of her friends. She took it for Britney, who is also with them this night, hanging out with some guy further down the bar. They are friends through thick and thin. Will lay down their lives for one another.

  Liz’s eyes meet those of Jamie’s across the bar. She smiles and nods in the direction of the guy that Liz is talking to. Liz smiles and nods too. There is no need for them to speak; they know what she is saying.

  He’s the one.

  “So, tell me, what’s your name?” Liz asks the guy. She is all of a sudden flirtatious, smiling and touching his arm gently. Kim giggles behind her, but the guy doesn’t notice.

  “I’m Billy. My friends call me Billy the Kid.”

  “Well, you are just a kid, aren’t you?” she says, purring like a cat, leaning in over the bar.

  The guy lifts his cap a little, then puts it back on. “You sure are a lot of woman.”

  Liz knows his type. He is one of those who gets aroused just by looking at a woman in uniform. She has met her share of those types. They are a lot of fun to play with.

  “Well, maybe I can make a man of you,” she whispers, leaning very close to his face.

  The guy laughs goofily. “You sure can,” he says and gives her an elevator look. “I sure wouldn’t mind that. I got an anaconda in my pants you can ride if you like.”

  Liz laughs lightly, and then looks at Jamie again, letting her know he has taken the bait.

  “Well, why don’t you—Billy the Kid—meet me outside in the parking lot in say—five minutes?”

  Billy laughs again. “Dude! Whoa, sure!”

  Billy taps the bar counter twice, not knowing exactly what to do with himself, then lifts his cap once again and wipes sweat off his forehead. He has nice eyes, Liz thinks, and he is quite handsome.

  As stupid as they get, though.

  He leaves her, shooting a finger-gun at her and winking at the same time. The girls approach Liz, moving like cats sliding across the floor. Liz finishes her drink while the four of them stick their heads together.

  “Ready for some fun?” she asks.

  They don’t say anything. They don’t have to.

  5

  September 2015

  She waits for him by the car. Smoking a cigarette, she leans against it, blowing out smoke when she spots him come out of the bar and walk towards her. Seeing the goofy grin on his face makes her smile even wider.

  “Hey there, baby,” Billy says and walks up to her. “I have to say, I wasn’t sure you would even be here. A nice lady like you with a guy like me? You’re a wild cat, aren’t you?”

  Liz chuckles and blows smoke in his face. “I sure am.”

  Billy the Kid moves his body in anticipation. His crotch can’t keep still. He is already hard.

  What a sucker.

  He looks around with a sniffle. “So, where do you want to go? To the beach? Or do you…wanna do it right here…?” he places a hand next to her on the car. “Up against this baby, huh?”

  Liz laughs again, then leans closer to him till her mouth is on his ear. “You’re just full of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “What?” he asks with another goofy grin.

  “Did you really think you were going to get lucky with me? With this?” She says and points up and down her body.

  The grin is wiped off his face. Finally.

  “What is this?” he asks, his face in a frown. “Were you just leading me on? What a cunt!” He spits out the last word. He probably means it as an insult, but Liz just smiles from ear to ear as her friends slowly approach from all sides, surrounding Billy. When he realizes, he tries to back out, but walks into Jamie and steps on her black shoes.

  “Hey, those are brand new! Dammit!”

  Jamie pushes him in the back forcefully and he is now in the hands of Britney. Britney is smaller than the others, but by far the strongest. She clenches her fist and slams it into his face. The blow breaks his nose on the spot and he falls backwards to the asphalt, blood running from it.

  “What the…what…who are you?” Billy asks, disoriented, looking from woman to woman.

  “We like to call ourselves the Fast and the Furious,” Liz says.

  “Yeah, cause I’m fast,” Kim says and kicks Billy in the crotch. He lets out a loud moan in pain.

  The sound is almost arousing to Liz.

  “And I’m furious,” she says, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head back. She looks him in the eyes. She loves watching them squirm, the little suckers. Just like she loved it back in Afghan when she interrogated the Haji.

  Haji is the name they call anyone of Arab decent, or even of a brownish skin tone. She remembers vividly the first time they brought one in. It was the day after she had lost a good friend to an IED, a roadside bomb that detonated and killed everyone in the truck in front of her. They searched for those suckers all night, and finally, the next morning they brought in three. Boy, she kicked that sucker till he could no longer move. Hell, they all did it. All of them let out their frustrations. Losing three good soldiers like that made them furious. Liz was still furious. Well, to be frank, she has been furious all of her life.

  Everybody around her knows that.

  Liz laughs when she hears Billy’s whimper, then uses two fingers to poke his eyes forcefully. Billy screams.

  “My eyes, my eyes!”

  Liz lets go of his hair and looks at her girls. They are all about to burst in anticipation. She opens the door to the car, where Jamie has placed a couple of bottles of vodka to keep them going all night. She lets out a loud howl like a wolf, the girls chiming in, then lifts Billy the Kid up and throws him in the back of the Jeep.

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