I was typing away at a story when I heard a shot. I snapped my head to the left, just in time to see a bicyclist dive off the road and headlong into a...tree. They bonelessly tumbled down the embankment wrapped up in their bike only to come to rest in a heap on the lawn not ten feet from my door."Protected by a silver spoon"I dashed across the room and grabbed my M3 medic pack, slammed open the screen door and raced to their side. Her side. No guy around here would be caught dead in a hot pink. A District Court Martial has the sentencing power to award up to 4 years inside a military prison, and surely they weren't going to give me more than that. It was an open and shut case, I had definitely struck a superior officer, and most of the great and the good of HQ BAOR had been there to witness it. That was part of the problem, well, of my problem. The fact that the crime had been carried out in full view of very senior officers, and also of distinguished foreign and British guests,. So I sat down on the recliner seat in my living room waiting for a her to show. She comes out in a matching set of cheetah print underwear and panties. She comes up to me and sits on my lap with her feet on my shoulders. She wrapped her legs around my neck and leaned back with her head in the edge of the seat. I started to rub her panties and decided to peek at her snatch again. She was so warm and wet. I decided to tease her and run the tip of my tongue over her lips and flick her clit with my. After I got a briefing on how to get to Jupiter, Diana and I had one more night together in our pod in Freighter #2. She was depressed and afraid and I spent most of the night just holding her and reassuring her. We'd been separated quite a few times before, but that was always for a few months, or half a year. This one looked permanent.Always before I'd been on a United States Navy warship. Accidents happen, but the cold war had ended without any major battles in large part because the Soviet.