Lonely Nights To Come

Picture this: Blake Blossom, our tough-as-nails soldier babe, books a full-body massage right before shipping out on her tour. She's sprawled out, chatting up her masseuse Leana Lovings, spilling how pumped she is to dive back into action. But damn, she's frustrated—only chick in her platoon, stuck in some godforsaken remote spot with zero civilians around. No chance of getting laid till she's back home, sweating it out. Leana's all empathy, eyes twinkling, and she leans in with a grin: 'How about I make this massage way more intimate? Give you a steamy little memory to heat up those cold, lonely nights ahead.'