A lifer as an officer in the U.S. Army but it wasn’t an easy occupation. Steady work was always available but it was often filled with unpaid overtime, stupid in-house politics and the threat of death if you happened to find yourself sent where they needed men most. This was only made more difficult after three tours overseas and four tours at home with his rebellious daughter. If she didn’t straighten up she was going to get in the way of him making lieutenant colonel. And he knew he couldn’t let that happen. Not after all the years of hard work, sweat and blood he poured into the system.
Paul Weis, as he was known at home, stepped through the door still dressed in his uniform. It’d been a long day and he couldn’t wait to get out of it. What he really wanted was a shower and to spend the rest of the night alone. But there was his daughter to consider if she was at home at all. Sensing the irony that he was in control of all these men yet he couldn’t control his daughter was almost enough to bring a smile to his face, if he were a man who felt like laughing. It was a frustrating thought, one that sat on his mind even while at work. He was sure there was talk behind closed doors and thin walls.
Heading into his bedroom he stripped off his clothes, tossing them on the bed, and his boots beside it, until he stood in his boxers. From his closet he pulled out a pair of jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. Turning off the bedroom light as he left, he went in to take a shower. Replacing the towel on the towel rack with his clothes still hanging on the hangar he leaned into the tub, turning on the shower.
The patter of water hitting the base gave him a feeling of relief as he pulled out another towel from under the sink, setting it on the lid of the toilet. Letting his underwear fall to the floor he pulled aside the shower’s curtain, stepping inside. Immediately the heat from the spattering water hit him, revitalizing him. It felt good as it washed away all the sweat he’d accumulated through the hot day.
Just as he was reaching for the soap he barely heard the phone ringing in the other room. “Dammit,” he cursed to himself. There was no debating. He had to get out. It could be important. Setting the soap back on its shelf he killed the shower and pulled aside the curtain. Wrapping a towel around his waist in case his daughter happened to come through the door, he found the phone in the kitchen. On its fifth ring he spoke, “Major Weis.”
Paul Weis, as he was known at home, stepped through the door still dressed in his uniform. It’d been a long day and he couldn’t wait to get out of it. What he really wanted was a shower and to spend the rest of the night alone. But there was his daughter to consider if she was at home at all. Sensing the irony that he was in control of all these men yet he couldn’t control his daughter was almost enough to bring a smile to his face, if he were a man who felt like laughing. It was a frustrating thought, one that sat on his mind even while at work. He was sure there was talk behind closed doors and thin walls.
Heading into his bedroom he stripped off his clothes, tossing them on the bed, and his boots beside it, until he stood in his boxers. From his closet he pulled out a pair of jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. Turning off the bedroom light as he left, he went in to take a shower. Replacing the towel on the towel rack with his clothes still hanging on the hangar he leaned into the tub, turning on the shower.
The patter of water hitting the base gave him a feeling of relief as he pulled out another towel from under the sink, setting it on the lid of the toilet. Letting his underwear fall to the floor he pulled aside the shower’s curtain, stepping inside. Immediately the heat from the spattering water hit him, revitalizing him. It felt good as it washed away all the sweat he’d accumulated through the hot day.
Just as he was reaching for the soap he barely heard the phone ringing in the other room. “Dammit,” he cursed to himself. There was no debating. He had to get out. It could be important. Setting the soap back on its shelf he killed the shower and pulled aside the curtain. Wrapping a towel around his waist in case his daughter happened to come through the door, he found the phone in the kitchen. On its fifth ring he spoke, “Major Weis.”