Dear Soldier Boy by Maxwell Tibor Read Free Book Online Page A

you say “I Do,” though, I would hope that I would get to hear it prior to that. Haha!
    By the way, my voice is kind of like Fran Drescher. Haha, just kidding. It’s not. Maybe, I’ll get one of those stuffed animals where you can record your voice and send it to you. This would probably go over real well in your tent? Are you in a tent? What’s your nighttime ritual like? For me, I adjust all of my Barbies into their sleeping positions and make sure to turn on the nightlights in each socket. They are also Barbies by the way. One is Skipper, one is Malibu Barbie, and the other is Ken. Haha, just kidding. I don’t have any Barbies. Well, not anymore. I do have one Barbie in a Vera Wang wedding dress in my parent’s attic. I’ll have to get that out so she can sit on the altar and watch as we swap our vows. We’ll put a GI Joe next to her so she can finally have her happily ever after. She really deserves her special moment, especially given all those years living in the attic. But she can’t outshine me, no matter how much better she looks in her wedding dress.
    Yikes, I shouldn’t have been so silly about the Barbies. Especially since—now I’m hiding under the covers as I write this to you—I haven’t seen any of the Diehard movies. Ack! Don’t hate me.
    Ultra-Marathon?!?!?!?! I can’t even imagine. Wow, that is incredible. And makes me realize you must have a lot of stamina. Which makes this girl really happy. ;)
    I’ve never tried spinning. I work out at our gym at work, but I prefer to run outside. I’ve considered getting my own weight collection. Do you know how many times I’m interrupted so that someone can show me a better way to hold my hands or lower the bar? Seriously, it’s like double time with weightlifting, which is probably another reason I hate it so much. Even with my headphones in, people have no problem interrupting me. It’s not like I put a sign next to my station saying, “Hey everyone, I’m clueless, please assist.”
    Do you have weights? Or do you just do like, a zillion push-ups a day?
    Thanks about my Christmas. I’m sorry I vented. I’ve never shared any of that with anyone, not even Millie and Liz. And yet, it felt so right and comfortable to share with you. Afterwards, I realized it was really insensitive to moan about my Christmas, so I’m sorry.
    Haha, yes, I did avoid pronouns about my partner. Which is not easy. Even now, I almost typed the gender to say something, but then I realized I have to refer to my partner as my partner, and that will help to avoid the gender situation. Speaking of my partner…they messed up big. I’m tied to the report because we are partners, but it’s bad. I tend to avoid all news because it’s depressing, but my boss has been bringing in the stacks of newspapers and waving them around at us. He’s really upset, and he should be.
    Now, on to your photos. Even with a buzz cut, you were a cute baby. This is good, as we need to have cute kids, especially for Dunwoody’s sake and that name. And now you’re mentioning how large they are going to be and labor? Right before I go to bed. It’s after midnight here. I got home from work just after eleven. Happy Wednesday, am I right? ;)
    Since, I don’t want to think about large babies and birthing situations before I fall asleep, I’m going to look at your other photo. I’ve never been one of those “I love a man in uniform” people, but, wow…I guess I’m a changed woman. You’ve converted me, Soldier Boy. I’ll take one more “glance” at your photo, and then I’ll think about how much you like to work out, and your stamina, and I’m going to call it a night in my colossal size bed.
    Oh, and I sleep nude. I hope that’s okay with you?
    Night night,
    Vivian
    Chapter Ten
    From: [email protected]

Sent: 1/20/16 22:59

To: [email protected]

Dear Civilian Girl,

Guess what came in the mail today? My testicles, thank you. Honestly woman, I do my best