Not in the unit

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I was working late. Not an unusual thing, because, well, you know… Army. They own you 24 hours a day, and they aim to get their money’s worth. I had been hoping to head out sometime soon, but once I saw Jansen come barging through the door I knew it was going to be a bit later than that.

Sergeant Jansen. OCD to the max. I joked that she was CDO. That’s like ODC, except the letters are in alphabetical order the way they should be. Probably ADHD. A right proper pain in the ass. However, she was a good troop. She’d been my troop until she transferred units, but she still came to me for advice. Mainly because I actually listened to her and tried to help, unlike other NCOs in her unit who seemed to just blow her off. Her looks probably didn’t help her on that front. 4 feet 11 inches, 105 soaking wet with rocks in her pockets. Not exactly soldier material, but she did her best, and that was part of the reason I always tried to help her out. The other side of that coin was that she was a tight-bodied, good looking woman, and most guys were probably trying to get in her pants. Hell, I wanted in to her pants, but I hadn’t even tried because most young women don’t want to deal with a grumpy, grey-haired old man. Not that I was a schlub. I looked good, for my age. And yeah, men my age didn’t get the good looking young women. So it wasn’t really a thought in my mind. Although every time she stopped by my office after hitting the gym, I had to make sure I didn’t stare. And I wanted to stare. She had a rocking body. Tight, lithe, everything where it needed to be. Yeah. I was glad when she transferred, because then I wasn’t having that in my face every day, tempting me. You don’t date at work.

She also talked incessantly. Most the time I would just try to catch every third word and hope I followed the conversation. I wanted to record her and then play it back slowed down so that I could understand what she was trying to say. And when she was on a tear, it was at least half an hour before I could get a word in edgewise. Still, her record as an NCO was good, so it was worth it to try to improve her. She tried hard, which is more than I can say for a bunch of other troops I’ve had under me. She was a sexy little spitfire with a good heart, and so I tried my hardest to help her out.

“What’s up, Jansen?”

“S’arnt, you won’t believe the bullshit that I had to deal with…..”

And so it went. Figure out what the problem is, try to give advice, point out regulation, wash, rinse, repeat. People not doing their job? Counseling, how to counsel, wash, rinse, repeat. Leadership problems? Lessons on leadership, wash, rinse, repeat.

Personal issues. Wait, what?

“And then that asshole started dating her, after promising me that he was being faithful!”

I look up. She’s got tears in her eyes. Crap. “Jansen, you were dating a guy in your unit?”

She had the good grace to at least look sorry. “Yeah S’arnt, he’s another NCO there.”

Bad, bad juju. Dating within a unit just created problems. If you’re different in rank, it’s Fraternization, which is against regs. If you’re the same rank, well, sex creates problems that you don’t need. You don’t date at work, period. Or as I put it to her many times:

“Jansen, how many times have I told you that you don’t shit where you eat?”

“I know, but… he was cute, and he was awesome at first, and I was lonely!”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “You know Jansen, for a woman, you sure think with your dick more than you should.”

“Screw you S’arnt! Are you going to tell me you never schtupped a woman in your unit?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” I looked up at her. Shit, she was damn near in tears at this point. “I won’t say that I haven’t been tempted, but sex creates complications. I don’t need any more complications at work. I don’t date at work. I don’t “schtupp” people from my unit, and I congratulate you on the use of that word by the way, because if things go South, I don’t want to have someone holding bad feelings against me every day.”

She sat in her chair looking at me. “Yeah, I get it, but… dammit…. It’s not like I have a lot of options here.”

I laughed at that. She looked hurt, and I tried to reassure her that it wasn’t being mean. “Jansen, you’re one of the best looking women around. You take care of yourself, you work out, you’ve been gifted with some genetics that most women would kill to have. Stop thinking you don’t have options.”

“Genetics? Like being a short shit with no tits?”

I chuckled again. “As if tits are the only thing guys look at. And big tits end up sagging. Yours still look good. You’re a good looking woman. Don’t put yourself down.”

“You think I’m good looking?”

I looked her up and down dramatically. “Well, yes. Who wouldn’t?”

“Apparently my now ex-boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well, he’s out of the picture now, so you can find someone better.” I tried to move on past the point where we were talking about her tits. She wasn’t in my unit anymore, but I was still trying not to cross any lines that didn’t need to be crossed. The fact that I really wanted to see her tits made things a bit more complicated.

“Do you think my tits look good?”

Crap. Well, I guess that line just got obliterated. “It’s not something I dwell on, Jansen.”

“No, you said that my tits look good. Do you think I have nice tits?”

“Yes, they’re nice. Now, let’s move on…."

“Nope. Have you ever seen my tits, S’arnt?”

I sighed. Was this going to end up in some sort of complaint against me? “Jansen, the only thing I’ve seen of you has been your clothing. So don’t try to make me out to be a perv.”

“If you’ve never seen them, how do you know they look good?”

This was NOT the discussion I wanted to have. “Jansen. Look. You have options out there, that’s all I’m saying.”

She stood up, closed my office door (even though I

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Written by dm1911
Cargado October 28, 2021
Notes And old grunt tries to help a former troop with a problem, and ends up giving her more than advice.
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