A/N: Here we go the epilogue of the story with something to tease you back...

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The following month…

It seemed almost strange to be moving into his own property after fifteen years of serving, shipping from one military base to another. He'd almost called it quits after his wife left him, taking full custody of his three daughters, but he realized they were all better as they were. He married the job. Now, he needed to be free of giving orders; the one order he wanted to give was to bend over.

"Hi, welcome to the neighborhood," an oversized woman called out to him from her porch.

"Thank you, ma'am," he responded, making a point of turning away from her to speak to the truck drivers who were opening the shutters to get his belongings. "Just bring it all in and I'll tell you where it needs to go."

He jogged up the path and unlocked the front door to his new property, propping the door open.

"Main bedroom is at the top of the stairs turn left and it's in front of you," he commented as they brought in his armoire.

He stepped out onto the porch making a mental note to replace the wood railings and decking before it rotted anymore.

"So, young man, what do you do for a living?" the next-door neighbor asked having ventured from her porch.

"I left the US Marines Corps," he stated trying not to get annoyed at her interrogation.

"Oh my, a real-life war hero as my neighbor," she said looking proud to be his new neighbor. "You wait until I tell my husband."

"Now you need not go making a fuss," he said faking a smile and a laugh.

"I'm Netta, my husband, you'll meet him later, his name's Henry," she explained. "Are you from around these parts?"

"No Netta ma'am, I'm from Connecticut," he explained, hoping she noticed that he didn't give his name to her. He didn't want to get involved in neighborhood shenanigans.

"Well, don't you worry, I'll have you up to speed and introduced to the neighborhood in no time," Netta promised.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," he said.

"Young man, you didn't give me your name," she pointed out.

So much for not remaining anonymous, "It's Paul. Paul Levesque."

"Well, if you don't mind my asking, what made you choose this town over your hometown," Netta prompted.

"Well ma'am, I have an old friend from the Corps that lives nearby and works at the college," Paul stated, smiling for the first time since arriving. Looking forward to seeing his old boyfriend, Randy. "No doubt you'll see him around here a lot after his vacation."

"Well, we look forward to meeting him," she said. "You let me know if you need anything today and I'll bring Henry over once he gets home."

At that, she disappeared back into her home with a final wave from her porch and Paul headed inside himself. The sooner Randy was back from his travels the better. No doubt it would shock and horrify Netta when she hears Randy moaning like a bitch. Paul planned to give it to Randy just as hard as he did when he was in the Marine Corps.

Heading off to work on the junior year.

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