After a few months of living in the defence barracks, it was time to leave and rent an apartment, provided it was thirty minutes from the base.
It would be an excellent chance to rent with civilians as spending too much time around defence personnel was not a good idea. So I responded to several advertisements in the local papers. It was exciting to have a few everyday non-military things around me. Being interviewed for several apartments, but the availability, proximity and affordability took a lot of work. So I decided to find somewhere where I could share an apartment.
I inspected a couple of apartments, and finding someone I could live with and tidy around the apartment was again challenging. Finally, I met two girls interested in having a guy live with them. They said it would provide an improved level of security and someone to do the heavy lifting. They were sexy girls; the older one was a tall curly hair brunette with a great figure and C-Cup breasts. She worked as a Bank Manager and a very classy dresser.
The apartment was on the ground floor with easy access to a nearby park, and I had a great view from my bedroom into the garden. I purchased a queen bed, bedside tables, desk, and chair and moved in the following weekend. The first night we had dinner together, and I cooked roast chicken and vegetables to the admiration of my flatmates. They invited their respective boyfriends, and we had a few wines and laughs.
They were curious that I didn't have a girlfriend, and I explained my job didn't allow for a relationship at this stage. However, I did not want to share that I was having occasional sex with a work colleague's wife.