by Mark Clodi
“Brian? You still listening to me lecture or are you dreaming of tonight's sack time with your girl again?” questioned Dora.
Blushing Brian said, “Uh sack time ma'am.” He knew better than to lie to Dora.
Looking sideways at Paige Dora said, “Well, at least he is honest.” she glanced at her cell phone, then said, “Okay we've been out here for twelve hours, that is enough for one day, hit the showers, get dinner and get laid before pulling some sack time. We will start fresh at five tomorrow morning.”
Kaylee groaned, which caused Dora to laugh, “Don't worry honey you'll have another chance at me tomorrow!”
For the duration of the training Kaylee and Brian were given rooms at the facility, they were told not to leave the grounds unless ordered or permitted to by Dora. Tonight they returned to the suite they shared and Brian won the game of rock-paper-scissors for the first shower. Kaylee had just hopped in and he was toweling himself dry in the main room of the suite when his cell phone started to vibrate on the desk. He still carried his original cell phone number like almost everyone else, even though this was his fourth phone since z-day.
The incoming number seemed familiar to him, like he had known it before, but due to his fatigue he couldn't quite place it, so he answered to see who it was.
“Hello?” he said, his mind still trying to translate the number into a person.
“Brian?” came a voice that he recognized, but couldn't quite place.
“Yes, this is Brian Nelson, who is this?”
“It's Jenny. Your wife.”