The conversation with Cindy didn't go a planned. Alex was in tears by the time she got back to the ship. Cindy did like her but was angry with her over what happened with her sister. They both had issues with women. Both were coming to grips with the fact they were lesbians and this ran counterintuitive to their religious upbringings. She laid in her rack and cried most of the night. Since it was the weekend barely anyone was there. And she didn't feel bad for crying. After she finally stopped, she slept for nearly 12 hours. The week dragged on. There was nothing going on. She got off early nearly everyday. Unfortunately she had to stand duty on Friday.
Alex made it to duty section muster on time. She looked around and saw Furlong. He shot her a smile and she smiled back. Chief Hiller rambled on for a while about how it was going to be a long weekend and to stay out of trouble and to be extra careful standing watch.
Furlong couldn't take it much longer. He'd been teamed up with this girl, Lundz, for too damn long. Ever since that night on the flight deck she'd been acting strange. It had been over a month since that incident occurred. But for some reason they always seemed to get the same watch every duty day, 0000-4000. They went to the armory together and got their weapons. They made it to the flight deck and relieved the previous watch.
"Hopefully no bullshit happens," Furlong said as they made their way towards the front of the ship.
"Yeah," Alex replied.
The rest of their time on the flight deck went quickly. They made small talk about the three-day weekend. It was all ready Friday night, which meant it cut into it. Some people from air department did show up to check on their tractors and a few other things. But they didn't do anything stupid. Alex watched as they left the flight deck. Their reliefs showed up right on time. They passed off the radio and went back to the armory. They turned over their weapons and began to walk back to the shop. They were about halfway to the shop when Furlong stopped and walked off to an empty space.
"Wait," he said quickly.
"What's up," Alex asked.
"Come here," he said.
Alex complied and walked towards him. Alex was expecting this to happen eventually. She figured he wanted her. He quickly shot his hands out and grabbed her waist.
"There's something about you," Furlong said as he gripped her waist.
"A lot of guys say that about me," she laughed.
"I bet," he replied.
He ran his hand toward her belt buckle. He popped it open and slid his hand into her crotch. He could tell she wasn't wearing panties. He felt the small tuft of pubic hair as his finger slowly entered her.
"My wife is out of town," he said as he pressed his finger deeper into her.
"Ahhhh," she said his finger pressed against her.
"Want to come over?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"Good," he smiled before kissing her.
They kissed for nearly a minute. Alex gripped him tightly. He pulled his fingers out of her and walked away. Alex quickly tightened her pants and followed him back to the shop. He grabbed a seat on the couch and quickly gave it to her when she got back to the shop. They both sat down and watched TV. He did a good job of ignoring her. People knew he was married and he didn't want anyone to know that he was planning something with her. They eventually fell asleep and woke up around six in the morning. They made it to muster and it went quickly.
"Do you have a washer and dryer in your apartment," Alex asked as they broke from muster.
"No," he replied, "but there is a nice laundry mat near my place. Did you need to do some laundry?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"Just bring it with you," he smiled.
"Where should we meet," she asked.
"Meet me by my car," he said, "it's near the ship because of the weekend. It's a blue Taurus."
"Cool," she smiled.
She walked away from him and made her way back to the berthing and gathered her dirty clothes into her sea bag. She stripped off her uniform and found some decent civilian clothing. She pulled on her skimmer shoes and slung her bag onto her shoulder. She pulled out a bottle of detergent from her wall locker. She saw the Asian girl she sort of liked sitting on the couch. She smiled at her. Alex shot her a smile back. She hadn't been with a woman in a while. She wondered what it was like with an Asian. She climbed the stairs out of the berthing and made her way to the quarterdeck. Once again the black Chief standing guard shot her a bad look. She wanted to confront him and ask what his problem was. She decided against it. She lumbered through the parking lot and finally found Furlong standing by his car.
Furlong waited by his car for a few minutes. He saw her walking towards him; a large sea bag was slung around her shoulders and back. In her right hand was a large bottle of detergent.
"You made it," he laughed.
"Yep," she smiled.
"Let's roll," he said.
She dumped her sea bag into his trunk and they drove off. They drove to the Point Loma area. She recognized the Target and a few other things from her last visit. They got there before 8:30. He parked and she left the bag in the car. She followed him to his apartment. They walked in he told her to take her shoes off. She placed them on the shoe rack. She walked into the living room and picked up a picture of an overweight woman.
"Is this your wife," Alex asked as she held up the picture.
"Yeah," he replied, "fat piece of shit."
"Ha," Alex laughed.
"I think she's cheating on me," he replied.
"Why's that?"
"I mean I know she's cheating on me," he shot back.
"Oh?"
"She went to a party a few weeks ago," he started, "and she came back without her panties."
"Sucks," she laughed.
