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Prism
Chapter Seventeen - Good Morning
The morning sun crawled into the bedroom of Riza Hawkeye. The sun's rays reached across the floor and peeked behind the bed curtain and massaged the contents. A blonde haired princess rolled over, trying to block the sun from her eyes. She pushed her head into the man laying next to her. He wrapped his arm around her and massaged her back with a smile. She smiled and opened her eyes.
"Will they miss us at work?"
He asked as his eyes opened to star down at the princess next to him.
"Yes. 'Fuhrer'."
She replied and peeled herself off of him, wrapping the silk pink sheet around her body, leaving him bare in the middle of the bed. She pulled herself off the bed and began to walk across the room. He moaned and sat up, watching her leave. She turned around as she opened the door and winked.
"I had a 'lovely' time at dinner last nigh. Dessert was especially good."
She walled from the room as he stood up and stretched. He relised he was naked and grabbed his clothes off the floor.
"You need to go home and change."
Riza walked from the bathroom, holding a watch in her hand. Time - 0515. Roy smiled at her and quickly dress, looking like a mess when he was done. He walked from the bedroom, stopping in the doorway to kiss her passionately and run his hand through her hair once more. He walked away, braking the kiss.
"See you later then."
"Of course sir."
He left as she went back into the bathroom and shower. She came out a half hour later and quickly dressed. She laid out her clothes. Blue pants. Navy blue shirt. Black boots. Blue jacket. Blue butt skirt. White belt. She smiled and began to dress. Once everything was on, except the jacket, she looked around her room. Pink and orange bed. White walls. white and yellow curtains. Brown dresser. White closet full of blue military uniforms and colorful sexy outfits. Black alarm clock. Pink poster. Purple chair. She smiled. Black pair of boxers on the floor. She blushed and picked them up.
She walked into her living room. She looked at the table next to the door. Brown table. Black handbag. Black dog leash. Blue simple key chain. She did a slow 360 degrees spin and looked at her apartment. Hardwood floors in all rooms. She looked at her living room again. White walls. Black doorway rug. Silver coat hanger. Black military issued trench coat. Black dog bed. Tan small sofa. Black and white throw blanket. Glass coffee table. Black radio. Brown mantle. Brick fireplace. Silver, red and purple frames with pictures in it. Black clock. She looked at the clock. White numbers. Red hands. Time - 0700. She smiled and grabbed her holster and clipped it under her arm. She then grabbed her jacket and threw it on as she grabbed her handbag and keys.
She called for her dog who was still sleeping. Black and white dog. Blue collar. Silver tag. She leashed the dog and left the apartment, heading for her work in a white building.
"Good morning, Fuhrer, sir." Riza said as she saluted her superior and unleashed the dog. Tan walls. Brown desks. Black chairs. White paperwork. Black ink. Red stamps. She smiled.
"Good morning Hawkeye." He looked up and smiled. She closed the door behind her and walked over to his desk. She pulled a black cloth from her purse and dropped it on his desk then went to go sit down at her's. Just as she picked up a pen, a ball of paper hit her. On it was written...
'Thanks, I forgot them. So, how often do you make 'dessert'?'
She scribbled a reply and threw it back. He read it and looked up at her.
"Well then, shall I make reservations?"
She blushed and winked, and he smiled.
'This is your life now Riza. You're the one who wanted to uphold the Hawkeye tradition and join the military. Can't back out now. Dishonor the name if you did.' She thought and closed her eyes. Blackness. Then she opened them. Lightness.
'And girl, why the hell would you want to back out? Behold the life of Brigadier General Riza Hawkeye.' She smiled to herself as she began her work.
END
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