Jason Roy was a chronic alcoholic. He worked at a construction site as a laborer since last 15 years. He was an ex-army captain. He was framed in one of the conspiracies and was infamously dismissed from service. The blow made him befriend the bottle and he became miserable to his family. He had a beautiful wife, Cheryl an ex cheerleader. She could have easily divorced him and moved on but stuck to him because she didn't want to raise her two daughters alone even though their father was horrible to them. The fact that she had borne him two girls made him even more miserable. He wanted a son who would join the army and fulfill the ambitions that he couldn't.
The older daughter, Lisa, now 23 yrs old, had known this right from the day she started understanding things. She had resolved to join the armed forces one day, come what may. But her love was medicine; she wanted to be a doctor. She thought if she became an army doctor she could fulfill both her desires. Lisa had managed to excel in all her exams till now, even graduated medical school. She was smart, no doubt, but the fact that she had her mother's cheerleader body also helped!
Lisa was 5ft 5in, had firm round 34C breasts which looked even bigger because of her well toned absolutely flat abs. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and with "Angelina Jolie" lips, a perfect nose and waist length dark hair, she was a complete package. Lisa knew how to use this angelic body to her advantage. Half of the male professors knew how those magnificent breasts felt, but she had never crossed that limit, contrary to public opinion. This had earned her an awesome resume replete with wonderful letter of recommendations, which she hoped would help her grab a seat in the army medical training. The entrance involved 2 steps, the first was a written test which she aced with top marks, and the next was an interview which she was confident of clearing without much effort.
Lisa barely slept the night before the interview. She woke up early, and went gymming for almost 2 hrs. She wanted to look her best today. Her family's dreams were at stake. She reached the army medical centre an hour before the stipulated time, and as she crossed the lobby all eyes turned towards her. She had worn a thigh length formal skirt which stuck to her skin, showing of her well toned athletic thighs. Beneath this she had worn a thong to avoid the mark of underwear that would have otherwise been visible under this tight skirt. To top this she wore a light pink silk blouse which just reached the top of her skirt. It flirted with the eyes of onlookers whenever she bent or stretched, showing off the slightest skin of her thin abs. The noise that her 4 inch stilettos made echoed in the lobby as she confidently approached the reception desk. The man behind the desk was openly staring at this beauty, the kind of which rarely visited these premises. As she reached him, she asked,
"Sir, I am one of the candidates selected for the interview. Can you please direct me to the place where I am supposed to report?"
The guy didn't answer. He was busy undressing this hogtie in his head. Lisa had to ask again, this time she bent a little low so as to show off a little of her cleavage. The man's jaw dropped and he directed her to the elevator with shaking hands and muttered,
"Sssixth floor, ma'am."
Lisa winked at him and went to the elevator. The man's eyes followed her ass and stayed on them till the elevator doors closed. Lisa was directed to the waiting room of the academic department. The interview was for a place in the army med corps, ones that are part of regiments that are sent on the battlefield. There were supposed to be 10 interviewees, she was the only girl. She was informed that she would be the last candidate to be interviewed. Lisa waited those anxious hours with the help of 5 cups of coffee. She was constantly being stared at by the co-interviewees and passersby alike. She was feeling hot because of these multiple invisible spotlights and was relieved as the crowd thinned. As her last competitor left the room to be interviewed, she readied herself for the moment she was waiting for so many years. Soon she was called in the room. As she entered she saw 3 men varying in ages in their impeccable uniforms. The biggest and the most senior guy, probably in his late 50s was a black man, General Dr. Jonathan Creasy. The officer next to him was an overweight Colonel, with soda bottle thick glasses, his clothes threatening to tear at places, Col. Dr. George Hall. The third officer was a tall, fair, well built man probably in his late 30s, Capt. Dr. David Brew.
Lisa was directed to sit on the chair in the centre of the room. She greeted each of them and confidently sat on the chair ready to tackle the questions thrown at her, not knowing what lay ahead. She was thrown off balance right at the first statement. It was Gen. Creasy who first spoke in his authoritative voice.
"We are really sorry Ms. Roy, but we can't accept your service."
Lisa was stunned, dumbfounded. The officer sitting next to him, Dr. Hall on noticing the shock on her face, went on to explain,
"Ms. Roy, we have no doubt about your intelligence and your capabilities. We see that from your brilliant resume and the scores that you have got. But your family history doesn't do much good to your chances of ever serving in the army. We are always skeptical about allowing the family members of.... er, defaulters, to serve the country. We are really sorry but we can't help you."
The first tears had made themselves apparent in her eyes. Lisa was shaking with anger but composed herself and said,
"Sir, I have worked hard all my life for this moment. I request you to give me one chance to prove that I and my father were born to serve this country. He was not a traitor and neither will I be. Just give me one chance and I will do anything that you ask me to do."
Gen. Creasy replied,
"Miss, the matter is dismissed. We have already decided our candidate. There is nothing that we can do to help you. I am sorry. You can leave."
Lisa lost all her confidence at those words and began crying in earnest.
"Sir, please give me one chance. Please let me prove myself. Please, please," she begged as the officers rose from their chair.
The third officer, Dr. Brew, who had been observing the proceedings until now interrupted,