After horsing around with the guys, taking another shower, and heading back to the bunkhouse, I have another email to read from my girls. My girls, just thinking about those two brings a smile to my face. Even the guys commented on the changes they noticed since I started writing to Becca. I’ve begun to be more than just their superior officer, letting my guard down and relaxing some when we aren’t on a mission.

I’m always working so hard to keep my men safe and make sure they are in good spirits that sometimes I forget to keep my own spirits high as well. Becca and her letters have brought a significant change to my attitude. I can’t wait to get back to camp so I can check for emails or a letter from home. I feel as if there is someone waiting for me, that there is someone that will miss me if I am gone. Those two, even in this short amount of time, have made such a difference in my life.

I head over to my footlocker and pull out my laptop, ready to check my second email from my girls. Once it finally boots up, I click on the waiting message and begin to read.

I have to take a moment and process everything that Becca just told me in that email, but my brain keeps going back to her request for phone sex. That probably has to be one of the hottest things I have ever read. I can feel my cock swelling in my camis just at the thought of seeing her dripping pussy and hearing her moan my name as she makes herself cum.

“Whatcha doing, LT?” Hard-On says, making me jump in my seat and slam my laptop shut in the process.

“Shit! I need to make your ass wear a bell or something,” I growl, spinning around to take in his shit eating grin.

“Looking at porn out in the open isn’t the best idea man. Anyone can walk in,” he says, shaking his head as he moves toward his bunk.

“I wasn’t looking at porn. I was just checking an email.”

“Ah, a dirty email. Sugar and Sweets send me those all the time. The only thing better than that is dirty Skype dates.”

“You guys have dirty Skype dates?” I ask. Trying not to let him know I need this information. It must have been the twins that put the thought into her mind, not that I am complaining one bit. However, I am totally out of my element with this one. Why not get the information from the source?

“How the fuck do you think I survive? You’ve seen those two! I couldn’t go a few days without seeing their tits and pussy.” He flops down on his rack, laying back with his arms crossed behind his head. “It’s as close to the real thing as we are going to get over here. I would take a picture, but just hearing them scream my name as they cum—damn, it makes me hard just thinking about it.”

Hmm, I may have to take Becca up on her offer, but I doubt she even remembers writing the email if she was trying to drink enough to satisfy Avery and Amber. However, she did give me her Facebook information. Maybe a Facebook call would work, a chance to speak to her in person. I quickly start another email and let her know that I am back safely and hope that Olivia is feeling better.

Once I am finished, I open Facebook and create an account. It’s time to talk to my girls. Then it’s time for a much-needed talk with my baby sister, she’s been holding out on me.