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Too Freakin' Hot

In mid-July, Caitlin McKenzie's National Guard unit was doing its annual training stint. The day was god-awful hot, and command was looking the other way if soldiers wanted to get comfortable during downtime. Caitlin, stripped to her waist and sitting in her tent, was eating some ramen her buddy, the mess sergeant, had given her. She had no sooner taken a bite when she saw Nancy Kelso approaching. "Damn," Caitlin thought. "What does that nosy, flat-chested bitch want?"