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Chapter 2

Jamie got into his jeep and sped off. He was really worried about this presentation. It had to come off just right. There were certain officers watching him and waiting for him to fail. Captain Tommy Rivers was leading the pack. He was a white boy from the south. He was always on Jamie’s back. He was a prejudiced son of a bitch. He disliked blacks and Hispanics. He wasn’t too fond of women being in the marines either. He would find something to criticize. Jamie felt it was because of him that he couldn’t get promoted.

On the books, prejudice was not allowed in the marines. Everyone knew that it existed though. Jamie had struggled with a complex all of his life. All of his life, he had been reminded that he was not good enough. He wouldn’t amount to anything. He was just big and dumb. That’s why he joined the Marines right out of high school. He wanted to prove them wrong. He wanted to make something of himself.

He remembered growing up in his neighborhood. His mother had told them how they had left Cuba to make a better life in America. His father had gotten work in a factory. He had supported his wife and four children on that salary. His mother had not worked. His father died at the age of thirty-four. Jamie and his twin brother, Johnny, had become the men of the house. They both had gotten jobs to help support their little brother and sister. He wanted to make his mother proud. That’s why it was so important for him to do well. Jamie had become an officer. The people in his neighborhood looked up to him. Little did they know how hard he had to fight to get there. And he was still fighting.

Jamie decided to think of something more pleasant. As Jamie drove to the base, he smiled to himself. If he wasn’t mistaken, that little black girl in there was flirting with him. He was used to women flirting with him. It was something about a man in uniform that really turned some women on, especially marines. She was pretty, and she had captivating eyes. And from what he could see, she had a cute little shape. Her hair was long and in a ponytail—if that was her hair. These days, you couldn’t really tell what was real and what was fake. She seemed to be very intelligent.

Jamie wasn’t into black women. He liked white women, especially rich white women. For years now, he had dated white women. He even married one. That turned out to be a disaster. He thought that they could really make it. She was a nurse and had a sizeable bank account when they met. The marriage was fine until her money ran out. Jamie had several affairs during their marriage. Then he met Bambi, an airline stewardess. She lived in New York. And although she wasn’t rich, she liked to buy him things.

She would fly him to different places all over the world. And she was very good at giving blowjobs. In fact, that seemed to be her specialty. Jamie loved that. It made him feel so superior. He loved seeing her red hair bobbing up and down like one of those big drills.

Jamie had divorced his wife, and now Bambi was taking care of his needs. Still, she really wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be rich. He wanted beautiful homes and fancy cars. He wanted to be among the powerful people.

No, the black girl was pretty, but he wasn’t interested. He had never been with a black girl. He had heard they were good in bed. He also heard that once you start dipping in the honey, you would get stuck. And Jamie couldn’t afford to be stuck. He might try it one day, just for fun, but not her. She was too tiny. He would break her into two pieces. He was a big man, and he preferred taller women. He estimated her to be about five feet tall. He would definitely break her if he had sex with her. He liked his women to be at least five feet, ten inches, and sturdy.