ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

DISCLAIMER: Xena (Xora, Xor) and Gabrielle (Brie) are not mine. But the rest of the characters are Slade, Shane, Troy, Joy, Rayan, and Sharonda. The girls, X&G belong to MCA. No copyright infringement is intended. Although, there is no love making, the story insinuates it. If you are below the age of 18 or offended by this material STOP NOW! This is not for you.

Written and Copyrighted by: LB Anderson

March 23, 1999

"UH, GUNNY...WOULD YOU COME IN HERE PLEASE," Mayo shouted. Her, Gabrielle, Slade and Shane had just marched the girls back from their morning PT session. All of the troops, plus their insistent instructors were settling down from the thorough work out received on the training field.

Gabrielle walked past the hatch holders (two privates holding the doors opened) and returned. "What is it, Sergeant Mayo?"

"I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU PRIVATELY PLEASE." The Sergeant yelled back. Gabrielle was standing at the back of the squad bay, so she had no inclination as to why her assistant drill instructor was insisting on her immediate presence.

Brie took off into a run, fearing that something could be wrong. When she reached Mayo's side, she asked her comrade what was the problem. The senior drill instructor wasn't concerned with her surroundings at the moment, only her friend. "What is it Mayo? Are you alright?" Gabrielle placed a gentle hand upon Mayo's shoulder and observed her friend's facial expression.

"You know Brie, sometimes I wonder how is it that you've managed to excel in so many demanding areas and ignore things that are happening around you." Mayo couldn't put it together. Her friend was a remarkable genius at times and of course there were those times, like now, when she unconsciously bear witness to the jovial statements made about blondes. "Look you twit." Mayo directed inside the instructor's hut.

Brie gasped from the view. The office was filled with roses. "God, they are beautiful." The little mechanic's eyes began to swell with tears. All she could picture was Xora's spellbinding smile. <They have to be from her> Brie thought.

Mayo stomped her feet out of frustration purging her friend's mind of all thoughts. "Gosh Brie, the only way your dumb ass is going to find out whom they're from, is to read the cards. Gee, how do you get to work by your self? Ow," Mayo scowled quietly as Slade walked up behind her and elbowed her.

"Oh Brie," Shane embellished while gazing over her friend's shoulder. "They are beautiful."

As the last private positioned herself in front of her bunk, Shane turned and addressed the entire platoon.

"WELL THIRTEEN B," She began, "I'M FEELING PRETTY GOOD AFTER THAT ENERGIZING WORK OUT, WHAT ABOUT YOU?" The recruits returned, "YES MA'AM." Shane smiled while propping her self casually against the conference table in front of the hut.

"AND, BECAUSE I AM FEELING SO AGILE, I AM GOING TO ALLOW YOU TEN MINUTES TO GET A SHOWER AND GET BACK OUT HERE. AT WHICH TIME," she said standing up and setting off a riveting to and from pace. "I WILL GIVE YOU FIVE MORE MINUTES TO GET DRESS AND PREPARE FOR CHOW. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" "YES MA'AM," the troops shouted.

"WHAT'LL YOU SAY THIRTEEN (B)," The Sergeant paused just long enough to grasp their full attention. "SHALL WE SEE WHO WILL FINISH FIRST?" "MA'AM," the recruits questioned audibly. Each one leaned forward slightly to observe their instructor's expression for clarity of the challenge. Not quite believing Sergeant Shane was offering playtime.

Slade and Mayo were amused by the Shane's challenge. They left Brie's side and employed their selves on each side of the Shane. There was no sense in trying to pull the little surprised gunny from her state of shock at the moment. She was in her own world and it didn't include them.

"Sergeant Shane," Slade harped. "I find that challenge quite invigorating. What about you Sergeant Mayo?" "I like it. What do you think squad leaders?" Mayo chimed encouragingly. "You think you could get your squads into those showers, cleaned up and back out here in ten minutes like Sergeant Shane implied?"

By this time, Brie conjured up enough courage to go into her own office. Although she was still reluctant to venture off into the cards, she did.

"Ma'am," Private Base retorted. She was thirteen A's first squad leader and every bit bossy. The privates in her squad hated her. "There are only fifteen showers available and fifty-six women that need showers." She stated factually.

Slade rose from her lounging position and pondered the equation in her head. "You know Private Base, you're right. You know we only have one shower in the drill instructor's hut, and there are four of us. But I believe we could somehow shower, dress and be back out here before YOU, YOUR SELF can." Slade allowed the private to gaze into her eyes, which is hardly ever done, before turning to walk away.

"Now if you think you can't do it...then...we won't." Slade's voice revealed a pretense disappointment. <I love this. I know she's too arrogant to turn it down. I'll just wait her out>.

"Ma'am," Slade turned around briskly as her counterparts smirked from the sovereign move. "Yes, Private Base," she baited. "I think we can do this." "Think," Slade spat. "You either do it or you don't, which is it?"

The sergeant's voice was stern and forceful. Private Base took a deep breath and answered, "Yes Ma'am, we'll accept the challenge." The privates of her detail gasped from her cocky acceptance. She never at any time considered if they would even come close to meeting the challenge. Or if they even wanted to do it.

Slade sauntered by her A squad observing their frozen expressions. "Good," she said. Visually informing her troops that their cooperation wasn't an option, it was mandatory. "Sergeant Shane count it down," She ordered.

"Ladies, see you in fifteen minutes or maybe less." Shane bragged as she counted back from five and gave the signal to begin.

Shane, Mayo and Slade dashed for the office. They each orchestrated individual duties. Mayo grabbed their essentials (bra and panties); Shane turned on the shower and adjusted the water. Slade grabbed the towels, soap and lethargic Brie.

"Here Brie, snap out of it," she said while removing the gunny's clothes. "We have less that five minutes to get in the shower and take care of our PST's (Pits, Snatch and tush) before that Private Base get her troops to cooperate. "BRIE," She shouted while issuing a slight tap to the Gunny's cheek.

Gabrielle looked up with tears in her eyes and whispered, "She sent me roses Slade. That mean she still wants me right?" "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, tell me bout it after we shower."

All the instructors gathered into the shower and within five minutes they had taken care of their vital parts. Within the next two minutes they were assisting each other with their hair and fastening bras. For the remaining three minutes, they each clipped the Irish pennants (strings) from their uniforms and ensured their attire was immaculate as usual.

Private Base could still be heard yelling at her detail trying to rouse them into completing their shower. "She's lucky they are here and not out in the real world. Talking to people like that could get your ass kicked." Shane said while unconsciously rocking her head from side to side and staring back at Slade.

Just as their eyes met Slade said, "Let's go help the others get ready faster." Shane broke from the instructor's hut giggling while audibly saying, "You are a bad girl." Slade smirked and took off in the other direction to help the privates on the opposite side of the squad bay get ready.

By the time Private Base and her squad made it out of the shower every other private in the platoon was ready, along with all the instructors.

Private Base sighed heavily and continued slowly up the living quarters. She no longer possessed the desire to finish with the wager.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING PRIVATE? YOU ARE NOT AT A RESORT. GET UP HERE AND FINISH GETTING READY." Mayo shouted angrily.

"I suppose we should feel sorry for you huh?" Slade said sympathetically. Private Base didn't look up finally realizing this was just a plot to exploit her inability to lead troops.

"Maybe we should have given you and your detail extra time huh?" She asked artificially. Private Base began to cry, obviously overcome with her inadequacy to relate effectively with others and her evident defeat.

Gabrielle rose from her chair and walked over to the private. By now all the recruits on her detail had finished dressing and were standing in front of their bunks.

"Well, isn't this special Private Base?" Gabrielle said with her hands on her hips. "Everyone in your squad seemed to think that your detail has finished."

Slade, Mayo and Shane stood off from their senior drill instructor observing her valor temperament. <Oh, Oh> Mayo thought. <Uh, I think the First squad, maybe in a little of trouble for their careless performance>. The sergeant continued to watch Gabrielle's seemingly pleasant outlook. <Ah, Damn that, y'all ass is in some deep shit>.

The little Gunny stepped back from the now hysterical weeping private, and her whole demeanor changed. Her voice rumble with sovereign authority. The other instructors moved closer together trying to shield themselves from the forceful blow the unsuspecting squad was about to get.

"LISTEN UP, YOU SORRY PRIVATES IN MY FIRST SQUAD. YOU HAVE ONE HEART BEAT TO GET EVERYONE, AND I MEAN EVERY-ONE, IN YOUR SQUAD PREPARED FOR CHOW." Gabrielle lowered her head and tilted it slightly. <Oh Shit> Slade thought fearing the worst for squad "A" today. "AND HALF OF THAT IS ALREADY GONE." She growled in a tone so heart wrenching that the privates outwardly tremble. "

IF PRIVATE BASE IS NOT SQUARED AWAY BY THE TIME I GIVE THE COMMAND TO MARCH OUT OF HERE, YOU...WON'T...EAT. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" "YES MA'AM," they answered obediently.

Gabrielle's gaze of utter disgust caused the squad to move about frightfully in a fatal attempt to regain her praise as well as help their bawling squad leader prepared for breakfast.

"Sergeant Shane," Gabrielle snapped while turning to go back into the hut to retrieve her cover (hat). "Muster my Class "A," privates out onto the catwalk would you please." "Aye, Aye ma'am," Shane retorted with sincere servility.

The rest of the day was a tiring one for the first squad. Every spare minute they had was spent doing incentive PT (extra exercising segments issued as a punishment). And the Mentor, for the little inquisition was none other than the head mother of the house, Gunnery Sergeant Smith. The lesson to be learned, a mission is only completed when the last man of the original detail is accounted for, and failure was not an option.

Happenings in the Commander's Hut...

"How are you feeling today Commander?" Lieutenant Marks asked cautiously. "Just fine Lieutenant and you?" Captain Black inquired friendly. "Oh...I'm just fine," Sylvia stated with reluctance. She didn't know what to think of the Captain's new attitude. Last time they spoke she sounded as if she wanted to kill her.

"Would you like me to bring you your morning coffee?" "Yes please," Xora finished pleasantly.

Lieutenant Marks walked blindly over to the coffeepot and poured up the Captain's coffee. She was really baffled by the commander's accessible attitude.

"Here's your coffee." Sylvia said cordially. "Thank you." "Do you know if the thirteen series have headed over to the chow hall yet?" She inquired while sipping at her beverage. "Uh, yes ma'am they just left." "Good." The Captain said with a smirk. Ascertain that her humble display of affection will place her at the thrush hole of forgiveness.

"Are you up for some breakfast today Captain?" The Lieutenant suggested luring the Captain's thoughts back from where they were.

"Nah," The Captain paused and allowed her eyes to comb invitingly over her company commander's body. "But if you're interested, I wouldn't mind having lunch with you. Are you game?" Her voice purred with lustful acidity.

"Uh," Sylvia began thanking whomever she could for her succession. <I knew it would only be a matter of time before you were mine>. "Yesss Ma'am, I'd love that." <Yes>, the Lieutenant's mind bellowed. <Ah bring it on baby>.

The Captain smiled as the Lieutenant practically waltzes out the hatch. <It's working like a charm>. She thought.

Lunch went off without a hitch. The Lieutenant was left speechless by the Captain's honorable charm and gallant protocol. She was every bit the officer. Sylvia was beside her self when the Captain asked her out again. She quickly accepted the arrangement hoping this dream would never end.

Later that night...

Slade lay on the huge sleeping sofa wondering how did Xora and Sylvia's afternoon go. The curiosity was killing her. She pulled out her cellular phone and dialed up the Captain.

"Hello," The Captain answered cordially, unsure of who was on the line. "Hello, Captain," Slade returned. "Did our princess take the bait." "Psst, allow me to introduce myself, because you obviously don't know who I am?" The Captain returned sportingly. "Sergeant, there are times that I can be as charming as a Cobra."

"Oh, don't I know it. I had to slap Brie around after the six dozen roses bit. She was truly misplaced by your outlandish display of emotions, let me tell ya." Slade finished out of breath.

"She liked it." Xora asked. Slade could feel the smile rising on the Captain's face from the tone of her voice. "Liked it is an understatement girlfriend. We're still leading her around from your stifling disport. Oh...and the cards weren't bad either."

Slade's voice rose to a suggestive singeing pitch. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I can't live with out it. I will do anything you ask if that is what it will take for you to pardon me. I...love...you...Brie. And I won't stop until I've made you mine...Please."

The Sergeant took a deep breath after reciting the words and said, "Hey, do you think you could fix me up a little something, something for Troy. Damn, I'm sure to get up on a little booty with a few lines from the master."

The Captain laughed before replying. "Slade, I'm not concerned with what you thought. What did Brie think?" "She loves you, Xora and with each enticing strategy you implement, you reel her in closer and closer to your heart. Hang in there girl, that booty's acomin', trust me."

"Why are you and Brie like night and day. Hell if you didn't favor and the fact of you being kin is on paper, I'd say you was total strangers." The Captain concluded hoping she didn't say anything to offend Slade. Slade sighed and said, "And, your point is?" Xora chortled and said goodnight. Slade closed her phone and thought, <On to phase two>.

Operation Hoe...

The Captain arrived at Lieutenant's Marks cottage promptly at seven, just as she promised. They headed to the officer's club for a couple of drinks and later took on the town. Round about midnight the Lieutenant was so liquor up that she was stumbling. She was also becoming quite friendly, caressing and rubbing her self suggestively against the Captain.

Xora act as if she was thoroughly enthrall as she leaned over and whispered to Sylvia, "Let's get out of here." The Lieutenant practically screamed, "Check please." The Captain smirked and finished her drink.

Preparing to snag the Hoe...

"Where is my paint?" Slade asked while throwing pillows and blankets off her bed. No one answered, yet their gaze fell upon Joy who was drawing pretty smiling faces all about hers. Slade narrowed her eyes and raised her hands into the perfect choking position. She moved with impeccable stealth skills toward Joy. The Lieutenant didn't notice anything as she continued to hum to herself. Just as Slade was about to grab Joy, Mayo intervenes.

"Baby," She chimed bending over Joy's shoulder. "Didn't you hear Slade ask for her camouflage mix?" Joy looked up at Mayo and chuckled giddily. "I just heard a lot of talking. Not really zoning in on any one conversation. I'm sorry Slade, here you go."

Joy handed the canister over to Mayo. Slade snatched her paint away from her friend and said, "You keep that away from me or I will be force to defend myself." The room echoed with laughter. Slade patted her hands in the air and said, "Sssh, Brie will hear us."

The team adorned their finishing touches to their "Operation Hoe" disguises. They were all dressed in black scull caps, black tee shirts, matching jackets, black sweat pants and corresponding socks and shoes. Of course Mayo had to redo Joy's face, but the war paint and voice-altering devices concealed everyone's identity.

"Are we ready ladies?" Slade asked observing the temperament of each of her comrades. Each woman raised their weapons and answered the question with a silent nod. "Well, then let's go get us a hoe." The women scaled down the ladder Brie had installed in Slade's room in case of a fire and headed over to the club.

They arrived just in time to see Xora struggling with an intoxicated Sylvia. (Did I say struggling? I meant beating her off). The Lieutenant was all over Xora, wanting to take her right there in the parking lot.

Slade lifted her arm and twirled her finger in the air. Signaling for them to take their positions. The women quickly dropped to the ground. At least, that was what was supposed to have happened.

Shane elbowed Mayo and widened her eyes while gazing up at the Sergeant's dizzy girlfriend. Mayo jumped to her feet, placed her hand around Joy's mouth and dragged her quietly to the ground. Everyone watched the improvising move of the experience Sergeant wondering how did the confused Lieutenant, now being cradled in Mayo's arms, get through officer's school.

Within seconds the entire detail was well hidden. Some had rolled into positions under parked cars while others took refuge behind or on the sides of other cars, adequately disguising their presence.

Xora reached the car and propped an obviously horny Lieutenant, who was still trying to grind against the Captain, while she opened the door. "Sylvia, if you don't behave, I'm going to hog tie you." Xora chastised. "Um...that sounds good, can we do it now?" The Lieutenant provoked.

"Hay," Slade interrupted. "That's my Benz. What are you doing to it?" "Uh, I think you need to explain to the street hoodlum whose car this is." Lieutenant Marks slurred while tapping the Captain on the shoulder to get her attention.

Slade stood several steps away from the couple, glaring imminently at them. The minute Xora laid eyes on her, her cheeks swelled with a rising cackle. She was familiar with tonight's plan. She just didn't expect Adrienne to look, to look, as if she was a professional smuggler.

"Xo-ra?" Slade pronounced curiously. Instantly portraying the role of a familiar acquaintance. "Is that you?" Sylvia's head wobbled from Slade to the Captain, wondering just how she knew that gutter rat. "Cap-tain, surely you share no attachment with this, this, this...woman do you?" Lieutenant Marks drooled (literally).

Xora turned to the Lieutenant and quietly asked her to get into the car. "Uh-uh, who does that bitch think she is, intruding on our evening. I want YOU to go over there and kick her ass Xo, Xo..." "Xora, you drunken sofa cover. And Xora is not going to do no such thing. Isn't that right hunny?" Slade stated with an unnoticed wink to the Captain.

Xora turned to close the door to the car. She was fighting extremely hard not to display any kind of emotions, but Slade looked so cute in that outfit. Good looks must definitely run in their family.

"Camille, we can talk about this later. I have to see her back home first." The Captain paused in her statement in order to reveal a submissive reluctance, "Is that alright?" The Captain asked, almost sincerely.

Slade took a couple of steps closer and said, "Hell, nah it ain't alright. I'm out here supposedly to robe a rich undercover tycoon, and by my eyes, what do I find." Slade wiped her nose across her sleeve while accompanying it with a funky snort. She then lowered her hands expressively over her crouch and cupped it. <And some people say body language doesn't have an appealing influence on people> Xora thought as she observed Slade's street prowess.

"Hay you automatic snatch warmer, didn't you know that this woman belonged to someone. Didn't you receive any kind of resistance?" Adrienne's voice dropped several octaves lowered before, removing her hands and taking a step closer. As she approached her arms went up in the air while artistically bobbing her head. "OR did you give her an offer she couldn't refuse?"

"Camille," The Captain tactfully intervened. Appearing to draw the Sergeant's sniper attack to herself. "Shut up you up-town trollop." Slade growled.

"You can't...uh, talk to my date like...like...like that," Lieutenant Marks stuttered. "She is a Master in the Martial Arts, isn't that right, uh?" <WHAT is her name>? The Lieutenant thought in vain. "XOOO-RA, you alcohol disbursement bank."

Slade rocked back a couple of paces and reached behind her back to remove her forty-five automatic from her trousers. (NOTE: All weapons used in this exercise are only props, yet each drill instructor and officer of this operation are thoroughly trained on the safety features of handling a fire arm. Now, back to the story).

"You know," Slade said while sharply pulling back on the loading chamber of her revolver. "I came out here to rob some rich bitch, but...Xora, you cheating bed jumper, I think we'll just proceed with that plan.

"Wait, Wait," Sylvia pleaded while weaving over in front of Xora. "You said we." She then looked around and cackled sinisterly. "I don't see anyone, but us and you. And whether you have a gun or not, we could easily contain you and kick your little sadistic ass." The Lieutenant pointed out.

"Besides we are women, commissioned officer's mind you, in the Marine Corps and ba-by we know of no fear. Now pack away your little toy and be on your way. We have pressing matters to discuss."

Slade smiled cunningly and complimented Xora on her selection of women. "You right," Slade pondered while looking around. "We do appear to be alone, you two and I." Slade confirmed while waving the gun in their general direction. Lieutenant Marks fell against Xora and swirled the Captain back in front of her. <If anyone should be shot it should be your cheating ass>. The Lieutenant thought.

"But Xora knows I never travel without my patches. Isn't that right Xor?" Slade brought her hands up to her hips and nodded her head in an upward motion. Members of Operation Hoe made their presence known.

Mayo rolled forward out of her hidden position until she was at Slade's side. She then repelled into an elegant handstand before artfully arranging her limbs to regain her posture. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Slade noticed a somersaulting figure approaching them. Slade couldn't help, but be frightened. The height of the skillful tumbler kind of put her in the mind of Joy. But Lord knows this couldn't be the same person that trips over her double-knotted shoestrings.

Joy estimated her distance from herself and Slade so that her high forward handsprings, double-back tucked somersault placed her right at the Sergeant's side. Slade stumbled into Mayo as she watched Joy conclude her routine. Every pair of eyes in the parking lot was on Joy as she nailed her routine without so much as a glitch. Xora watched as everyone's mouth fell open. Clearly overwhelmed with the Lieutenant's tumbling abilities.

Mayo's applauding brought everyone's attention back to the situation at hand. "Stop that," Slade mumbled while slapping her partner's hands. She then looked over at Joy again. <The prospects of this woman's capabilities are endless. All we have to do is get her through...everything else>. Slade thought to herself.

"Anyway, now you see I am not alone, And because you are out with my cousin's woman. I think we should punish you for the crime." "What crime?" Sylvia yelled. "I don't see a ring on this woman finger." "Ah you think because she isn't wearing a ring that she doesn't belong to any one. HELLO! Scarlet O'Hara, this is America and WE ARE in the 90's."

Slade glared at the Captain with hostile contempt on her face. "Xora get your ass in that car and go home. We have to discuss with your friend here the repercussions of being DOWN," Slade dipped slightly before returning to her full height, "with OPP (Other People's Property)."

"Camille please, we were just out for a bite to eat and a few drinks, nothing happened." Xora falsely pleaded. "You lying cunt. I saw you leaning against that rabid wench as she humped your leg like an ape during mating season." Slade spat while aiming her weapon at the Lieutenant. "Step away from my cousin's woman, hoe." The disguised Sergeant growled.

"XO-RA," the Lieutenant cried out as the Captain stood glaring helplessly at her. "Surely you aren't just going to leave me here with these vandals are you?" Her gaze harbored a stifling uncertainty accompanied by caged fear. The Captain turned away trying to keep from chortling in the Lieutenant's face.

"I'm sorry Sylvia, but I can't allow Carmen to find out about this. I really do love her and I definitely don't want to lose her." Xora opened the car door and slid in. "To be frank Lieutenant, as much as I would like to fuck you, being with you is not worth loosing the best lover I have ever known." The Captain turned and put her car in gear.

"XORA," the lieutenant howled. "Please don't leave me here alone." Xora sighed and tilted her head as if contemplating the situation. She then looked up at her date and said, "Good luck Sylvia. I think you are going to need it."

Xora then looked over at Slade and gave her an unnoticeable thumb up while pulling slowly away. It took every technique known to man to keep her from laughing uncontrollably. Especially after gazing into Sylvia's panicky features when she realized she was in fact going to leave her.

The Lieutenant stood there in total shock. <I can't believe that bitch left me. How could she do that? Any woman that can drive off and leave you in the midst of trouble is certainly not worth your time>. Sylvia looked over at Slade fearing the worst. The Sergeant brought the revolver up leveled with her chest again and said, "Now...where were we?" The Lieutenant secretly prayed as Joy placed a blindfold upon her eyes and everything faded to blackness.

Back at Home...

"Slade," Brie called from the darkness as her sister headed upstairs. Slade's hand immediately caressed her face ensuring all the paint had been removed.

"Hay Brie, what's up?" Slade returned, trying to draw her sister's attention to the question instead of her unusual attire.

"Where have you been?" Gabrielle asked while examining her sister from head to toe. "You promised to help me adjust the muffler on my 1966 Corvette. You do remember that, don't you?"

"Gosh Brie, I'm sorry it completely slipped my mind. The girls and I spent the evening," she looked over her outfit trying to come up with an idea for it. "We...uh spent the evening bowling."

"Well, that would explained why you look like an assassin and why you chose to totally ignore your sister tonight." Gabrielle was now walking past Slade with the longest pout she had ever seen.

Slade pulled her pouting sister to her and whispered, "Sorry Brie, I promise I'll make it up to you okay?"

Brie returned the embrace and said; "You know I'll hold you to that big sis." The little gunny tilted her head and looked over her sister's out fit again. "Did y'all win?" She asked curiously, wondering if Slade even went into a bowling alley. "Oh boy did we ever," Slade said with a triumphant smile on her face. The sisters walked arm in arm to the top of the stairs and bid each other a good night.

Once in her room Slade heard her personal phone ring. She picked it up and cordially greeted who ever were on the line. It was Xora. "So how did it go?" She asked curiously. "It went perfectly. By the time we were finished she was promising never to speak to you again." "Good, now I can direct my attention back to the business at hand, getting my woman back."

Just as Xora finished her statement Slade heard a faint knock on her door. "Hay Xor I have to go. Brie's at the door, see ya tomorrow okay." Xora said good night and hung up.

Slade sat up and beckoned Brie to come in. "Slade, I've been thinking. I want to give Xora something special." The little gunny looked up just in time to see a puzzling expression on her sister's face. "Get up off the Doe. I just want to give her a pre-Valentines gift, geesh."

Slade began to relax again. "What do you think about this?" Brie showed her some glamour poses she picked up from the mall's photography shops. "Damn Brie I think this is a great idea. If they can make you look as half as good as these women, you will have Xora driveling all day." <Ah, I think my baby sister may be getting the hang of this love thing>. Slade thought with a proud smile.

"You go girl. And who said you didn't have a wild side." Gabrielle chuckled and leaned into her big sister. "Will you go with me? I mean I'm not afraid to go by myself." "Oh of course not," Slade returned with a raised eyebrow before agreeing to go with Brie.

"Good, and don't make any plans for tomorrow evening. That is when I made the appointment." "I won't," Slade completed. The sisters bid each other goodnight again as Gabrielle left the room.

Slade smiled at her ambitious sister and prepared for bed. <Xora, strap down girl friend. As soon as Gabrielle picks up on the pros and cons of this game you might find yourself being reeled in>.

Slade laid in her bed reminiscing over recent events the two sets of friends have engaged in. She thought of their first meeting and how well they all seem to blend together. <Hell if we all were to resign from the Marine Corps we could all bond together and open a business of some sort>.

Slade then thought of Joy's exemplary tumbling skills. Her performance tonight was definitely a foreign characteristic that people aren't use to seeing. <Yep> she brainstormed. <We could become quite an enterprise. Even Joy would prove to be an invaluable asset. We just have to figure out just what. Slade smiled as images of an enticingly nude Troy drifted in her mind. The Sergeant picked up the phone and dialed her number.

"Hello," Troy answered sleepily. "Hay baby," Slade slurred sexily. "What'cha got on? A T-shirt and some pan'ies?" The sergeant finished quizzically.

"Why yes...yes I do," Troy drawled enticingly, "but their edibles, wanna bite?" Slade wiped the drool from the corners of her mouth and said, "Don't...you...move my little temptress. I'm already in the car."

PART V

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