CHAPTER 15
Big t**s.
“Hup! Hup! Hup!”
Staff Sergeant Dave Lundgren cursed and stared down at his paper. A small clip light made it just bright enough to read in the darkened room.
One line. Two words. Big t**s.
That was all he’d noticed. Not even hair color.
Everyone else had at least three lines. The stupid senior airman was still writing, must have seven or eight items by now. Boy was her a*s grass when they got back to Wright-Pat and that damned Master Sergeant wasn’t giving her goddamn gold stars. Maybe Sergeant Shelley Thomas was a lesbian. That would explain—
“Hup! Hup! Hup!” Her shout made him jump half out of his seat. He tried to cover his paper but he was too late. Screw her. Big t**s was something she didn’t have. Not that she was bad looking. That’s how she’d gotten by h
