In 2012 my dear and sexy male friend of many years co-wrote a story with me, called Katie & Steve. When I put the goal on my 101 list to co-write at least two more stories, he was the first I turned to and he was totally up for another, sexy story. I started the story; he ended it. We could not plan ahead, as we did not know what the other would write. The story has been sent to and fro numerous times as we added new pieces to it, but we continuously made sure that it made ONE story.
This friend of mine has featured in quite a couple of true stories on my blog and will do so more in future.
*** The picture was borrowed from vultureofcritique.wordpress.com
Zoe was shivering. Despite the warmth of summer, she was cold. Goosebumps covered her bare arms. Zoe was feeling cold because she was nervous. What had she gotten herself into? Did she really make the right choice? Was there really no other way for her to get some kind of structure in her life? She looked around her at the other women in the barrack room as her thoughts drifted back to two months ago.
Two months ago she was happy. Life was great and she was about to enter a new phase of her life: marriage. David was the perfect man for her. He always made her feel like she was the only woman in the world for him. And he definitely was the only man she ever wanted, the man she wanted to grow old with. There was only two things that could make her happier than she already was: marrying David and having his babies. But, then came that dreadful day, less than a week before their wedding day. On the spur of the moment Zoe took the afternoon off from work. She wanted to buy a special wedding gift for David, but for that she had to drive to the city, about an hour away. It was there that she saw them: David and the blond bitch. Up to today Zoe had no idea who the woman was. She only knew what she had seen. David and the blond bitch, hugging, holding hands, kissing, laughing and seeming to be very much in love. She left the city without buying anything and when David arrived to take her out for dinner that evening, she was not ready. David left five minutes after he had arrived. In those five minutes she had confronted him about the blond bitch. And he had admitted that he was in love with her.
Needless to say, the wedding was off. Zoe spent her days in her room, in her pajamas and in her bed. She did not want to speak to anyone. Her mother was the only one whom she spoke to, but she did not speak about her feelings. She did not want to know about anything that happened out there in the world. All she wanted was to sleep and forget that she was alive. The first sign of improvement was about two months after the last time that she had seen David. Zoe switched the television on. Slowly she started to show interest in things that was happening on there. The television stayed on permanently. Zoe still spent her days in bed. It was about a week later that she saw the commercial. The army was looking for recruits. The commercial was specifically asking for female recruits. Zoe could not remember what exactly it was that triggered her to enroll. Maybe it was a long time desire to be in uniform – something her dad never wanted her to do. Or maybe it was the words ‘structure’ and ‘discipline’ that were used in the commercial that had quite a pull on her.
Zoe did not stop to think about what she was about to do. One day, after she saw the commercial for the umpteenth time, she got out of bed, showered, got dressed and ran down the stairs. She found her mom in the kitchen and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“I will be home in time for dinner, mom,” she said and left the house through the back door, pretending not to see the surprised look on her mom’s face.
That evening she sat down for dinner with her parents. Her mom questioned her about where she was that afternoon.
“I just needed some fresh air,” Zoe said and the tone of her voice made it clear to her parents that she did not want to answer any questions. They were not about to upset her, being thankful that after so many weeks she came out of her room at last.
Zoe filled out all the forms and the next day she sent them off. A week after that she received a letter that her application was successful. She was surprised to see that she had to report on the other side of the country less than a week later, but excited to start on this new challenge so soon.
To be continued… The instructor (2)
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