"Lt. If you want to make rank, I suggest you do not argue with me regarding every order," Captain Lane said sternly.
"With all due respect, ma'am, it's not easy working on a hunt and find with Captain Myers," replied Lt. Kendra.
"Lt., do you remember the day you flew into the colonies?" Captain Lane asked. Kendra nodded her head.
"I told you working the colonies were tough. While Earth's laws are in place back home, the same interpretation is not given on this planet. I clearly state what I require from my soldiers before I allow them to serve time under my command. Yes, I am well aware that Captain Myers can be tough. Yes, I am aware that he speaks to one's tits when giving an order, but, LT., you have large tits, so get over it. To bring the sensitivity regarding sexual harassment that is proponed on the Earth into this mission is not acceptable. You and the Captain are my finest in search and obtain for the science department. I expect nothing short of a miracle in finding the new plant life that may cure cancer. Now, carry on."
Lt. Kendra saluted the Captain, excused herself from the office, and made her way down the narrow hallway to her room. Once behind closed door, she plopped herself onto her bunk and griped about Captain Myers in her head. Working the colonies had turned out to be harder time than the military had led Kendra to believe.
Graduating top in her class, the military offers poured in. Intelligence, Special Forces, and Search and Rescue Specialist on the colonies were all offered to her for consideration. The colonies, where rank was made in an instant and the pay was triple those in Special Forces were her immediate choice.
After being here for three weeks, Kendra understood why. The continual work strikes caused riots; workers killed daily in drunken bar brawls and martial law in place. She was constantly asked to venture off into unknown, undiscovered area in search of life and foliage for medical science.
Looking back, she realized she made a fatal error. If she had it to do over, she would go with the intelligence job. The only problem with that position was her looks. The staff of the almost all-male office stared as she walked in for her first interview. Standing 5'6", in perfect physical shape and sporting a D-cup bra, did make the men in the office took notice. On the day of the interview she had tied her long hair back, dyed her hair back to her natural brown color to hide the blonde highlights she had, but they still looked at her as if she were a piece of ass. Afraid she would be hired but kept down by a group of overly sexist men, she chose the colonies.
A knock on the cabin door interrupted her thoughts,"Lt, you ready?" the voice asked. Opening the door, she saw Captain Myers all geared up.
"Yes, sir. I will be right out."
One last look around her tiny living quarters was all she needed before grabbing her backpack and heading out the door.
Captain Myers and Lt. Kendra walked in silence until they were outside of the compound and Myers said, "We'll take the vehicle as far as we can. Sad to say this is a walking venture."
He opened the back of the Hummer and they both threw their gear inside. In swift turn, he moved to her and threw the keys in the air, "Please drive, Lt."
"Yes, sir," Kendra replied. Captain Myers remained silent, looking out of the window with his weapon drawn, until they were past the colonies. Crowded streets, blaring sirens, and mayhem in front of the local bars were the usual on a Friday night in town.
"I want you to stay close to me during this mission. I'm not happy about the area we are going into and I am not happy that they gave me you to find this highly controversial weed."
"Ahh, and why is that, sir?"
"You don't appear to like me very much Lt., so it makes me feel uncomfortable going on a mission with a solider that may or may not want to help out in a dire situation."
Kendra continued driving but was crushed over his statement," I can assure you, sir, that I am most professional and would never abandon my duties."
"I hope so Lt, because I did everything I could to get you off my team but Captain Lane would not hear it. So, why don' you like me, Lt? C'mon, tell me. We are off the record here. Be honest."
"I like you fine, sir," she replied while looking straight ahead and driving.
"Captain Lane says I look at your tits when I speak to you," he replied, laughing.
Kendra, unable to keep it inside, decided to be honest, "Well, sir, you do."
"Lt, they are nice. I only look. Have I made a pass or acted inappropriately to you in the ranks or on any mission?"
"No, sir, you have not."
"I only look. I can most assuredly tell you that I have absolutely no interest in a thirty something year old woman. I have never been a big fan of young girls. I have never strayed my own group of the fifties."
"Sir, I am thirty-two and far from a girl."
"Whatever, Lt., I have no interest in girls, so my staring at a set of nice breasts shouldn't offend you the way it has in the past. It's not as if I stand there with my mouth open. It's only a look. Nothing more. Nothing less."
Kendra did not know whether to scream at him or cry. All of the men she has ever met in her life desired her. How dare he claim that he did not lust for her body! She looked toward him, but he was looking out into the distance of the plains.
"We're here, Lt. Let's get our gear and begin to move forward on foot."
Kendra obeyed her commander, parked the vehicle in the brush, opened the door and removed her gear. She followed closely behind him.
The woods had thickened and long vines graced the forest floor. The two soldiers moved quietly and slowly in the darkness of the woods. Captain Meyers put up his hand for Kendra to stop moving. She raised her automatic weapon and looked into the direction of the Captain.
