Alone again on his balcony, Bill considered what had happened only minutes before. He had moved much faster than he was used to before he met Sandy and definitely much faster since she had left him. He could still feel the softness of Murphy's breast in his hand and the feel of her pliant but firm nipple between his fingers. He felt himself hardening and slipped his hand inside of his underwear to gently massage his cock. He had thoughtfully brought one of the pillows from the bed and was sitting on it wearing only his boxers.
The full moon was no longer yellow as it climbed across the sky. He studied it and taking another slug of his beer, Bill mulled over the thought of calling Missy or taking a walk to one of the nearby Shag clubs to see what was happening there. He tried to conjure up an image of Missy's body but Murphy exposing her breast in his truck and the feel of it on the beach kept interfering with his vision.
"It's ten o'clock, do you know where Bill is?" he said aloud and laughed. "What the hell is a 35-year old single guy doing sitting playing with himself at ten o'clock on Saturday night?"
The voice, Murphy's voice, brought Bill back to alertness. She wasn't exactly shouting but he could hear the anger in the muffled words.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she almost screamed. "I haven't seen you since last night and you are drunk out of your mind with lipstick on your face and makeup on your shirt. What the fuck is wrong with you, you whoremongering asshole?"
Bill couldn't make out the words of the male voice that was trying to answer the unanswerable questions but he guessed that it must be The General.
"God, I'm glad I'm not in his shoes," he thought. "She's going to kill him."
The sound of the sliding door slamming against its stop on the balcony above him was followed by Murphy's voice. She was no longer yelling but she was hissing her words.
"Go back inside you jerk!" she said. "You're going to embarrass me even more than you probably embarrassed me among your friends tonight in that whorehouse! Get back inside. Now!"
That last word was said in true First Sergeant tones and Bill immediately knew that it would be obeyed. He heard the upstairs screen sliding back into place and another order from Murphy.
"Sleep in the other room you bastard. You're never going to sleep in the same bed with me again. Now get the hell out of here!"
Bill carefully listened but he could not hear anything else from Murphy or The General.
A male voice from the next door balcony said with a laugh, "Boy, was she pissed off or what?" Followed by another, female voice, "I hope she cuts off his balls!"
Bill drained his beer and went to the refrigerator to get a fresh one. His chiming cell phone startled him as he passed by it laying on the kitchen counter. The caller ID displayed Private Caller but he answered it anyway.
Murphy's quiet, almost whispering voice, came from the earpiece.
"Hey, did I wake you up?"
