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and paid the local talent to shove her overinflated fake tits in my face and bent over in front of me just so I could see exactly what I’d been missing out on for so long. It would have been torture, but at least I’d have seen what the local talent up here held.
    Lord knew this charming little Norman Rockwell-esque village would never see the likes of a strip club, but that didn’t stop the lonely vacationing “family men” from showing their faces in there when they claimed to be out having a couple of beers in town with the guys.
    I rested my forearm over my eyes and let my hand wander below the thin cotton sheet that barely covered my morning hard-on. My rough and calloused fingers scratched at my balls before I realized I never changed back into boxers last night. I wrapped my long fingers firmly around my semi-hard cock, giving it a few strokes, instantly feeling the blood start pumping through my veins as it hardened even more.
    The only problem was, it was the image of her that I couldn’t get out of my head, and I had to. She was never mine to begin with, and now she would never belong to me.
    I stopped stroking my cock and let out a frustrated sigh. As my one hand let go of my cock, it pushed the sheet off me as my other arm fell from my eyes. The sun’s rays were now shining brightly into the room. In all my glory, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stood naked and erect in front of the full windows that overlooked the bay. My head throbbed with the rush of adrenaline, telling me I stood up way too fast.
    I squinted my eyes to focus on the rocking boats that were still docked at the marina across the way. I leaned over the old bureau, my hands anchoring me as I stood. I stared blankly at the serene setting that used to bring me happiness before I left here. Right now, I had nothing.
    Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate. I was sporting a semi, the blazing hot sun was blinding me, I’d had only a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep, and clearly, too many craft beers last night had given me an instant pounding headache.
    Life was good.
    I let out a low growl before pulling open the bureau drawer. I grabbed an old ratty pair of college sweat shorts that were left here from summers ago. They most likely smelled of cedar and mothballs, but I didn’t really care. I pushed my legs through, adjusting myself. When I stood with my hands on the bureau drawer, I paused. A glint in the window in front of me caught my eye. A symbol of everything that was my life for many years dangled around my neck. I slowly wrapped my hand around the metal tags and pulled them from my neck. I dropped everything those dog tags represented into that drawer and pushed it shut with a little extra force. It was time to start putting my past behind me.
    As I made my way into the open concept kitchen, the sun hadn’t hit that side of the house yet. Fortunately for me, it would help ease the throbbing in my head until the coffee and painkillers got into my system.
    The minute I turned on the one-cup coffee brewer, I searched through the desert camouflage duffel bag that I was too lazy to put away last night after my little heart-to-heart with Josh. I barely had enough time to unpack from my deployment, and most of the toiletries in the bag were no good anyway and would need to be trashed before long. Ibuprofen, however, never went bad.
    I heard the rattle of the pills in the plastic bottle and pulled it from the bag. By the time I was back in the kitchen, the brewer was blinking its blue lights and ready to go. Sometimes you really had to enjoy the simple luxuries that you had here at home. This shit would have been a luxury if we had them overseas. One of the guys had to jimmie-rig a two-cup coffee maker in order to brew coffee overseas, but even then we had to walk to another building just to grab bottled water to brew the coffee. Needless to say, two-month-old coffee granules mixed with lukewarm water and powdered creamer