"Daddy you look like a jackass."

I opened my heavy eyes and lifted my head from the pillow, sure enough McKnight stood in the doorway of our bedroom looking like a clown from the bowels of hell.

He was going golfing obviously.

McKnight looked over the Capri style pants, knee high socks with pompoms on the side, a orange sweater vest and green shirt underneath, and a beret with pompom on the top to tie the outfit together. "I do not. This is the official golfing uniform. If you need me I'll be out with Leroy and Earl on the greens until dinner."

Diana walked across our bedroom in the process of pulling her hair up, "Why can't you just wear jeans and a Hooters shirt?"

McKnight looked in my direction, apparently still angry about my ensemble when I joined him on the greens, "Because I have class."

Good God, pompoms were classy.

It was too early to even think such horrible things. I fell back in the pillow so I didn't have to look at him.

"Daddy," Diana warned, and I grinned. I all but felt his glare on me. But he didn't say anything, instead he asked, "Do you want me to pick up dinner?"

"No. I'm going food shopping."

McKnight dug out his wallet and gave her some money, we all chipped in for food, but I was already betting she had raided my wallet. I glanced above my head at the bed stand and saw my wallet was moved, she had already robbed me. Whoever said there couldn't be theft between family members never met Diana.

The little red numbers made me groan inwardly, 8:03, two damn hours of sleep.

"Have fun daddy," she called, I lifted my hand and waved.

Then heard the clawing noises his shoes made on the floor, golf cleats, which just made the whole outfit shine. Why men degraded themselves like that in public was beyond me, the richer they were the stupider they looked. My Hooters shirt may not be classy, but I left the greens with my dignity.

I lifted my head and watched her tie a white bandana over her hair. She wore her weekend clothes, even in them she managed to drive me crazy. The worst part was she didn't know how damn sexy she managed to look in old jeans that had no knees, a mans button up dress shirt that she had rolled the sleeve up to and only half buttoned.

While she adjusted the bandana in the mirror she asked, "Was there anything you wanted in my journey off base today?"

I wasn't really paying attention, in those jeans which she only wore around the house since they had their knees ripped out, her ass looked like a piece of art. There was just something about those jeans. I'd have to look at the style and buy a bunch of them for her.

"Hoot?"

"Huh," I asked, Diana turned and gave me an annoyed look from the dresser, "Hoot! You cannot be serious, I look like a rag muffin."

An extremely sexy rag muffin. Whatever the hell a rag muffin was.

The front door closed, she chewed on her bottom lip and pointed at me, "Fine. But a quick one, I have shit to do today. Groceries to buy, I have to help the kids next door plant a garden, and change the oil."

Damn, she was going to be all covered in dirt and oil, in those clothes, I would probably have to stay around the house today. Screw the shooting range. I sat up and pulled my shirt off, she laughed and I didn't care. I threw the damn shirt across the bedroom.

It was set in stone, she'd have to wear those clothes more often.

The Shooting Range

There were two shooting ranges on base. And indoor one and an outdoor one, while the indoor one was nice, air conditioned, and clean. I liked the outdoor one far better. It took up half an acre and almost two hours to complete. Only one team of guys was allowed in and paintballs were used. There had been a small accident with the live rounds being used.

I waited for Sanderson outside the building where the gear and paintball guns were kept.

No longer were we allowed to have the paintball guns in the parking lot, too many cars got hit. You also weren't allowed to bring your own balls anymore, someone had brought pepper balls in. It was hardly fun anymore.

Sanderson being late was no big surprise, the usually punctual man had gotten his wife pregnant and her hormones had begun to kick in. Lets just say he was more then proud that she was pregnant, after all she had been on three birth control pills and his men still got through. She was more shocked and pretty much figured it was the will of God when it happened, so they were both thrilled. Even though he was more proud of himself.

When he finally showed up he parked and climbed from his truck, out of breath.

Cheeks flushed red with a stupidly large grin on his face.

I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"She raped me man, that woman handcuffed me to the bed and wouldn't let me sleep. All damn night, every now and then she'd climb off me and go eat, and then she came back."

While he said this he gave me two thumbs up.

"Sanderson, I'd be more sympathetic if ya weren't grinnin." I told him.

I swear his grin grew wider, "It was the proudest moment of my adult life."

With my arms crossed I leaned back against the wall, "I thought buying her a D cup bra a few weeks ago was tha proudest moment in your adult life."

He shook his head, "No man, that was the best moment in my adult life."

Ah, it was suddenly so clear to me now.

"Ok speak up, she's timing me. If I'm not back in three hours she's coming looking for me. I have to go home ready to perform."

That made me laugh, I couldn't wait to get Diana pregnant, and he didn't get this much action on his honeymoon. No one ever told us that once the first two or three months of the pregnancy passed women became animals.

Even as I told him about the phone call from my father he still had that stupid grin on his face.

"You gonna meet with him?"

I shook my head.

"Well Hoot, there are three things that could have happened. Since this man just walked out on you and your mother and brothers, and hasn't even looked you four up since then, he may feel guilty. Or he is dying or maybe he found Jesus and is making amends for his past mistakes."

I made a face of disgust at each explanation. Each was worse then the one before, I didn't care one way or another if the man felt guilty. I didn't really care if he was dying, and I didn't care if he found Jesus.

"I wanna know how the hell he got your number. Is your mother on speaking terms with him? We know Albert would sooner run him over before letting him in his car."

"Hell no," Momma would help Albert run his ass over.

"Not no, but hell no, well is he in the military?"

I shrugged, "Don't know, I ain't never asked bout him. Don't wanna know bout him one way or another."

Sanderson tapped his bottom lip with his fingers, hardly smiling. "You said he got ahold of you on base a few months ago?"

I nodded, "Yeah, he got ahold of Grimes's phone."

"Well what does he look like?"

I shrugged, didn't know, momma didn't keep any pictures of the man. But neither I looked more like Momma then Albert who had blonde hair and brown eyes. I guess he had blonde hair.

"What's his name?"

Again I shrugged, "Guess his last name is Gibson cause Momma's maiden name is Jefferson an she still goes by Gibson too."

Sanderson let out a sigh, then patted my shoulder, "Well lets go shoot at something, that always makes you feel better."