Now What?

He'd joined the army hoping to get away from the women. "You're going to get AIDS," Kyle told himself over and over - every time he woke up in some stranger's arms.

His intentions always flew out the proverbial windows, soon as he'd get that sweet scent of an excited lady in his arms. Age, race, culture, the differences didn't matter. Opportunity? Well, that, he'd always managed to create.

Life had been ruled by, lived for, that insistent self between his legs. Had been.

The soldier stared blankly at the point where his torso abruptly disappeared into blood-soaked bandages.