My Cardboard Balcony

Hot May Night by Belinda Roddie drinking cold ones in a huge hot tub with my two best friends who are totes not gay though they giggle at each other's bad jokes while I let the jet stream tickle me in all the sensitive spots stomach's still digesting all the sushi we ate and the sake we sipped my best friends shared a plate of hamachi come to think of it maybe neither of them are super straight and we make a damn sturdy tricycle right now

"Did you seriously...?" "Yep." I grinned and wiped a sweaty hand across my brow. My palm came back red. I was bleeding a little. Not much, though. "C'mon, man," groaned the private as she hoisted me from the fox hole. "Why did you have to act all heroic and pull a stupid stunt like that?" "It slowed down the enemy, didn't it?" She sighed. "Only a little." Then she kissed my knuckles before helping me walk to the medical area.