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Becky's Marine part 7

Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Job/Place-of-work, Non-Erotic, Romance, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 89.2, Source: sexstories.com

take me right there. I smiled back at her. "Becky, I love you so much. I've loved you from our first date, and I don't know where I'd be without you. Be mine.. Please by mine." She kissed me like we would never share another kiss again. When she finally broke away from me, she smiled that mischievous smile. "Are you in 5th grade? That was so cheesy." We laughed for a minute, caught in the moment. "Is that a yes?" I couldn't help but ask. She slapped my arm and nodded her affirmation. "Yes Andrew, I'll be your girlfriend, officially." We came home to Carl in the kitchen. He calls what he makes food, but I've eaten MRE's that tasted better. Becky had been over enough to know about Carl's cooking and hurried over to him. "What do you think you're doing?! Get out of my kitchen!" She said heading toward Carl and grabbing a wooden spoon. "Your kitchen? Last time I checked you don't live here." He said avoiding her playful swats. I couldn't help but join in. "That garbage you call food is almost inedible. If I didn't have an iron gut.." "Ha ha, very funny, I've been watching food network and I think I can cook some of that stuff." Carl was now out of the kitchen, doing his best to avoid a woman with a wooden spoon. That's a dangerous combination at best.. "Sure Carl, you can cook breakfast tomorrow, how bout that?" I had to help the poor guy. I loved him like the brother I never had and couldn't just dash his hopes like that. "OK, breakfast it is. How's Mike?". The mood dropped a ... bit throughout the room. Mike was going to be fine, but I couldn't help getting angry when I thought of how those who were supposed to help him had given up so easily. "He had some injuries to the chest, but doc says he will be OK. The family is visiting him now and we are going over in the morning." My expression must have indicated a bit of anger as well as some disappointment. Carl walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "I heard what you did. He owes you his life. You're a good man for that." I hung my head at the thought of the days events, still unable to get rid of my anger at the firefighters. "He would have done the same for me. The firefighters just gave up on him, it was... unreal." "Don't worry too much about it, you'll give yourself an ulcer." He slapped my back and walked towards the couch. "Besides, they aren't the heroes anymore, you are." Great, now I'm in the spotlight. I prefer to stay under the radar as much as possible.. oh well. Becky made parmesan chicken for dinner. She was a way better cook than either of us. We ate dinner and talked for a while, telling old stories and remembering old times. Carl volunteered to do the dishes and received no objections from anyone, much to his disappointment. Becky and I sat on the couch watching TV for a bit before Carl came and sat down with us. "I'm cold, I'm gonna get a blanket, anyone want anything while I'm up?" Becky said as she headed to the hallway. "No, we're OK, thanks though!" Carl called after her. She ...