EXTRACT FOR
Shore Leave
(Cheyenne Wilson)

"Besides, Mama. We get high on the Corps," the one with the lighter hair said.



They started shouting some obnoxious chant at the tops of their lungs, and Sandy shook her head. It was time to get out of there.



Sandy poured the last of her scotch down her throat, put the glass down on a side table, and got up to go to the door.



"It's been fun, guys. Really, it has," she said.



"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mama. Where you going so fast?" one of the Marines said.



He grabbed her hand and pulled her backward. She shrieked.



"We ain't done playing with you yet," he said.



He picked her up off the floor and tossed her on the bed like she was a doll. She screamed. The Marine with the dark hair climbed on the end of the bed.



"Relax, Mama. We're just going to have us some fun," he said.



Sandy's eyes were wide. She was panting. The Marines were grinning at each other. Her eyes flickered between them.



"Please. Be gentle," she said.