The Replacements- 9

"Now, to get this meat sauce out of my ear…" Tiny stood up and tossed a dirty towel into the laundry.

We were quite a sight. Although the dining room was now spotless, we all looked like we had just come from a bloody battle…or a garbage dumpster. We were covered in spaghetti sauce from head to toe.

"Let's head for the locker room showers…" Jason suggested. "That way we can all clean off at once."

"At once?" Princess glared. "Ohhhhh…I'm not showering with you. In case you didn't remember, I'm a female!"

Jason sneered gleefully at the Swan. "Oh, I remember, alright!"

Another dirty towel promptly flew through the air and smacked him in the head.

"Pervert!" She hissed.

A devious chuckle emanated from the Condor. "I don't mean in the nude…we can wear our swimsuits." Jason hastily winked at me and turned back to Princess, giving her an innocent look.

A swimsuit? Great idea, I have to hand it to you, Jase, you are the sly one. I'll have to remember to thank you for this later.

Princess looked at Tiny and then over to me, trying to gage what was on our minds. I tried desperately not to give her any facial cues to read.

Then she scowled at Jason. "Ok, just this once, Mr.…Vulture, but you'd better watch yourself. You're skating on thin ice!"

"Condor!" Jason protested jokingly.

Tiny chuckled. "That's the story of his life!"

"C'mon, let's go get cleaned up. I'll meet you in the locker room in five minutes." I hurried out the door toward my room to get changed. Sometimes, I really loved that wily gunner.

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A few minutes later, we all found ourselves in the large, open shower room with our swimsuits on. Princess had yet to appear.

We stood there, in our swimsuits, dumbfounded.

"Was it something I said?" I asked, half joking.

"Keep your pants on, Skip, she'll show…" Jason teased. "You just can't wait to see her in that swimsuit, can you?"

"Can you?" I grinned.

Jason smiled back as he turned on the water. "I've seen plenty. It's worth the wait. She's probably primping in front of the mirror for her Commander."

"Yeah, she even looks cute with spaghetti sauce on her head." Tiny chuckled, and turned on another faucet.

Just then, Princess pranced into the room in a hot pink bikini, carrying a basket of shampoos and soaps, and a towel. "I got most of it off in my room, but I need to wash my hair again."

Our jaws dropped. We were in awe.

Her perfect curves were out there for all to see. My eyes glided over her small, perky breasts, tiny waist, perfectly rounded hips, and long legs, gradually settling on her porcelain face. She was smiling at us. No one quite knew what to say.

"Here, Princess, you can come stand under this spigot, with me…" Tiny offered.

Jason interrupted. "No, Princess, I have plenty of room over here. I'll be a complete gentleman. Scouts honor."

"Funny, you were never a scout, Jason." I laughed. "Don't worry, Princess, You've got your own spigot right over here."

I proceeded to turn on the water in the shower next to me. Jason and Tiny shot me dirty looks.

"Yeah, Mr. Eagle Scout, that just happens to be right next to you." Jason jeered.

"Boys, boys…no need to fight." Princess smiled as she put her basket down and slid into the shower next to me.

We all watched as the water cascaded through her long dark hair, continuing down her back and legs.

Suddenly I became very conscious of a growing problem in my shorts. The others must have, too, because all of us suddenly turned our backs to her and began rinsing the sauce off of our bodies.

After a few minutes, we heard Princess exclaim, "Hey! I have an idea! Let's go swimming!"

"That's a great idea, Princess; I could use a little exercise after that big meal to keep my physique in top shape!" Tiny chimed in.

Jason laughed. "It's in a shape alright…"

I stopped him before he could go any further. "Sounds good, Princess. We could all use the exercise."

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We all scuttled through the gym to the pool room. Princess climbed up the ladder onto the diving board.

She bounced on the board twice and then executed a perfect dive into the shimmering pool.

"That was beautiful…" I gaped. I was truly enamored. This Commander business was going to be much harder than I thought.

"Hence the name Swan…" Jason reached up and pushed my jaw closed.

Luckily, Tiny followed her in, and the image of his bulk bouncing on the diving board snapped me out of my trance.

He did a cannonball, splashing half of the water out of the pool and all over Jason and me.

We both joined them in the pool, and soon after, Jason suggested we play a game of "Chicken".

Oh, boy, what was he thinking? Me? Against Princess? No contest.

A slow smirk spread across his face as he pronounced, "I'll hold Princess, and Tiny can hold Mark."

Aha! Now I understood. Jason wanted her thighs on his shoulders.

I watched him triumphantly dive under the water, and under Princess, lifting her high into the air. Her wet thighs slipped around his shoulders. She shifted her weight to get comfortable.

I stood there in the water, staring at her like an idiot. How did I let Jason get me into these things? He'd pay for his transgressions later.

I suddenly felt our brawny Owl lifting me out of the water.

"OK, Commander, let's go get 'em!" He chuckled, sounding a little like Barney Rubble.

Princess was ready for me, arms flailing, hurling taunts…
I tried to focus, but my eyes slid downward as my arms flailed, inadvertently hitting her breasts, and causing me to become slightly aroused.

Tiny noticed at once and flung me off backwards, into the water. When I came up for air, gasping and sputtering, he yelled, "Hey, watch it, man!" He was disgusted. Evidently, he could feel what was happening with the back of his head.

"Hey! What happened?" Princess gloated. "I thought the mighty Commander of G Force would be a worthy adversary!"

"I slipped!" I replied. I quickly shot Tiny my best 'say something, and I'll kill you' look. Thank goodness it worked.

Thankfully, Jason covered for me. "Hey, we have training in the morning. It's getting late. We better get some sleep, right Cap'n?"

I was dumbfounded. "Huh…uh…yeah…right. We can have a rematch some other time."

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As I was about to go to bed, I received a call on my communicator. It was Jason. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want, Jase?"
He replied with laughter. "Tiny told me what happened." He continued laughing. "I'm sorry…it's just so funny to see you…like this."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"All wrapped up in a girl. I mean, you don't fall easily, man."

"She's not just 'a girl', she's Princess, and she is our subordinate. It'll do you good to remember that." I responded. "Stop pestering me about her, now, Jason, and that's an order!"

"Yes Sir, Commander, Sir…" he mocked. "Pulling rank on me now, are you?"

"If I have to." I spat. "Listen, Jase, I'm going to work one on one with her tomorrow after breakfast, and I don't want any more crap from you or Tiny about it, ok?"

"Ok, Mark, whatever you say." Jason sighed. "But you do realize you're taking all of the fun out of our lives, don't you?"

"Good." I replied, and promptly cut off the communicator.

I lay back in my bed, picturing our newest teammate in her hot pink bikini. There would certainly be sweet dreams tonight.