On my ass, in the mud.
That is what you get if you stare at a woman's hips and do not look where you are going.
Was it worth it? Well, my fucked up leg might tell you otherwise, but yes, I think I got in a full eye's view.
So with a very much bruised and most definitely blistered leg, I get into the Humvee. Now, I don't know by the smile on her face if she is amused or slightly concerned.
But the moment she leans forward and places her delicate fingers on the top of my prosthetic leg, she softly whispers, "Clay, are you okay?"
"We will see as soon as we get back. But yes, next time, refrain from swaying that ass so much."
She only but bursts out in laughter, the rest of the Humvee only but whimper little chuckles underneath their breath. But the moment that Galland tries to even utter, I give him one full slap against his head.
"Get us out of here before I slap you even harder."
