Alex didn't enjoy line handling, but at least it got her off the ship. Some other ship was going out to sea, and she figured she'd be used in the next line-handling excursion. It was on the way back to the USS Tet Offensive when she noticed her. She saw the small boat making its way back to the pier. And its driver was none other than BM3(SW/AW) Janet Watson. But she wasn't a third class petty officer anymore. She was now a second class. Alex didn't make eye contact with her and tried not to notice her. But it was her; she didn't want to see her again. She followed the rest of the group back to the ship.
From the kitchen to the frying pan Alex was forced to take part in a working party when she got back. There was a delivery of dry goods to the ship and the new Chief made certain Alex was chose. Alex knew her deal with Admiral North might have leaked and the whole incident with Lois was still fresh in a few people's minds. The good news was that no one knew about the incident with Ensign Jones. And that he'd be kicked out of the Navy when a mass cheating scandal at the Naval Academy and his original ASVAB scores were discovered.
The working party was taking too long. It seemed like an endless stream of snacks and other things. She noticed a few sailors took some of the boxes. The looked at her and smiled. She was happy when it was time for muster. She stuffed the box of graham crackers and the large bag of Doritos in her book bag and left the ship in her civilian clothes. She made it to the apartment with ease and decided to take a nap.
"Holy shit," Huff said as he walked in the apartment.
His loud outburst woke Alex up.
"The fuck," Alex said as she looked at her alarm clock. It was nearly two in the morning. She slept for most of the day. She got out of her bed and opened the door to see Huff and her brother on the couch together.
"What's going on," Alex asked as she walked up to them.
"Nothing much," Skyler laughed.
"Are you drunk," Alex asked.
"Yeah," Huff smiled.
"I slept from the second I got home," Alex laughed while joining them on the couch.
"Oh," Huff said as she slumped over into his lap.
"Fucking tired," she laughed.
"I bet," he said as he ran a hand through her hair.
"Where are you coming from," she asked.
"Letters," Skyler replied.
"Digits," Huff said correcting him.
"Whatever," Skyler said in a mean tone, "we had a good time."
"I bet," Alex replied.
"Oh shit," Huff said as he lightly gripped Alex's hair.
"Ow," she replied, "what?"
"You'll never believe who I saw," he said letting go of her hair.
"Who?"
"Remember that dyke," he said.
"Which one," Alex asked.
"Watson," he started, "she was there."
"No way," she said as she sat up.
"Yeah," he smiled, "talked to her for a minute, she didn't believe that I was gay."
"I bet," she replied, "you know I think I saw her earlier, during the line-handling thing."
"I didn't know she was stationed here," he laughed.
"Neither did I," she replied, "was she with anyone?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"Who," she asked.
"Some other dyke looking chick," he replied, "don't think she was full blown or whatever, she looked kind of uncomfortable. I did get her number."
"Watson or the other dyke?"
"Watson."
"Good," Alex laughed as she got off the couch.
"Why's that good," Huff asked.
"You have no idea," Alex replied.
Alex slunk back to her room and went back to sleep. She was all ready formulating a plan.
Alex took the car to the Navy Exchange in the morning. She didn't put on any make-up; she didn't wash her hair or wear a bra. She wanted to look different; she wanted to look like a dyke. She didn't like shopping at the Exchange, but it was cheaper than out in town. She found a pair of Doc Martin boots and bought them. She went to the barbershop and had them chop off most of bob of hair. It wasn't a crew cut or too short. It was decent and bit longer than she thought it would be but she liked it. She liked the new look. She smiled at her reflection as she got out of the chair. She drove home and looked herself over. She found a pair of jeans and put on a wife beater. She looked interesting in the get up. She noticed her nipples were very hard and the shirt barely contained her breasts. She ran some gel in her hair and spiked it up. But the tattoos looked good against the shirt.
"Almost perfect," Alex said to her reflection.
She walked out of her room to find her brother in the living room. He looked up at her and had a strange look on his face.
"You look like a boy," he said.
"Duh," she laughed.
"You still look good," he replied.
"Thanks," she smiled as she sat on the couch with him.
"So," he started, "why the drastic change?"
"That dyke you saw," she smiled, "I have a bit of a score to settle with her."
"Oh," he laughed, "I didn't know my little sister was a rug muncher. What happened?"
"I'm not a rug muncher. I'm bisexual," she smiled, "we fooled around a bit, it wasn't very good. She was nasty."
"I bet," he said as he put his arm around her, "she didn't look so good."
"She could eat a pussy though," she laughed, "shit, is Huff awake or here?"
"He's asleep," he replied.
"Think he knows," Alex asked.
"About us," he asked.
"Yeah," Alex laughed.
"No," he smiled as she leaned in and kissed him.
"Good," she replied as she pulled back.
"Would you want to have a threesome," he asked.