Jim walks into his flat after being deployed for over a month with the Army. He walks in wearing his green fatigues consisting of his fatigue pants, and a well fitting green shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders and large chest.
Jim stands 6'-2" tall, towering over his other meek roommates, and his brown curly hair is freshly cut short from his time away.
I stand in front of the refrigerator drinking a beer and looking for something to eat with my large duffel next to me at my feet. I hear someone assuming it's one of the other guys so I am surprised when I see the woman standing before me. Her hardened nipples pressing against the flimsy fabric of her shirt.
It catches me by surprise, these guys aren't known for their skills with the ladies, especially not one like the woman I see before me. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" I ask as I look you over and close the fridge door.
