Lonely Nights To Come

Picture this: Blake Blossom, our tough-as-nails soldier girl, books a full-body massage right before shipping out on her tour. She's lounging on the table, chatting up her masseuse Leana Lovings, when she spills the beans. Yeah, she's pumped to dive back into active duty, but damn, it's frustrating—only chick in her platoon. And get this, they're headed to some godforsaken remote spot, no civilians around for miles. Zero chance of getting laid till she drags her ass home. Leana's all sympathy, eyes twinkling with mischief, and she leans in close. 'How about I make it an intimate massage?' she purrs. 'A steamy little souvenir to heat up those cold, lonely nights ahead.'