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the Wet and Wild later?” Dot asked. The Wet and Wild was a bar where single Navy personnel hung out, especially SEALs and WEALS. A good place to pick up—uh, meet—guys.
    “Yeah, I’m about due to get lucky,” Candy responded with a grin. “All work and no play and all that, y’know, is making me a very dull girl.”
    “Tell me about it. I ain’t had some since God was a child,” Kendra Black added.
    “I’m game,” the others joined in.
    Except for Joy, who had been celibate for a remarkable two years now after a long line of failed relationships with full-of-themselves, good-looking men. And she wasn’t missing it at all.
    Well, hardly.
    Maybe the answer was to find a homely man, or at least one who wasn’t in love with himself.
    “Give me a break!” Joy was amazed that she could talk and duck walk at the same time . . . an indication of how far she’d come, she supposed. Being a competitive athlete, even a short-term body builder, had in no way prepared her for the rigors of Special Forces training. And all this extreme exercise hadn’t reduced the size of her butt one iota. Still, she was in good shape; her deltoids and obliques and quadriceps had been honed to the max. “A warm shower, a five thousand calorie pizza, and ten hours’ sleep. That’s the closest to an orgasm I want to come . . . and I mean that literally.”
    They all laughed then.
    “I think you’re afraid that one of the big bad SEALs will hit on you,” Candy said.
    “I’m not afraid of those jerks.” Joy liked men, even SEALs, but casual sex was not her thing, and she hadn’t had an opportunity in like forever to develop a romantic relationship, no matter the kind of man. After Matt’s death, she wasn’t in the mood for casual anything.
    Some psychologist she was! It was obvious that she had serious commitment issues.
    “You haven’t had a date since we started training a year ago,” Kendra pointed out. “Maybe you’re afraid of yourself . . . that you’re so hot for it that you might jump a few male bones.”
    She grunted her opinion. “Don’t be silly.”
    But then Dot hurled the magic words. “I dare you to come.”

When the Wet and Wild beckons . . .
     
    As it turned out, there were only four of them who ended up at the Wet and Wild that evening, after taking a shower and long nap: Joy, Dot, Kendra, and Candy. April and Kathy had blind dates with a set of twin Navy hot guns, arranged by a mutual friend. Bunk chatter later tonight should be interesting.
    Of the four of them who entered the bar, cringing at the ear-splitting blare of Trace Adkins’s “One Hot Mama,” only Candy, a self-proclaimed wild child, went through the politically incorrect T-shirt spraying device at the door. Who cared that the rest of them had to pay a cover charge? Joy wasn’t about to give a bunch of horny men reason to get hornier. Candy, on the other hand, considered it one of her major goals in life to turn on all of the male species.
    The male-female ratio was about three to one, so the four of them were surrounded by testosterone the minute they entered the bar. Luckily, three of the full-fledged WEALS they’d come to know well were sitting at a table on the far side of the bar and waved an invitation, thus allowing them to escape the crowd, a mix of all services but mainly Navy, including some SEALs. There was Terri Evans, a petite red-head with green eyes that always seemed to be dancing with mischief; Donita Leone, tall, black, stunningly gorgeous, a former Olympic swimmer; and Marie Delacroix, a Cajun ex-Marine who’d joined WEALS after her father was killed in the Twin Towers.
    “Hey, ladies, how’s training going?” Terri asked after they sat down.
    The four of them groaned.
    The waitress showed up and hitched a hip, not bothering to ask what they wanted, her attitude saying it for her.
    “You have to try one of these,” Terri suggested, waving her drink in front of them. “It’s called a Dark and