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didn’t really work so I have to do what I fucking hate.
    The needle is as long as my dick but I’m much more of a prick. I sit on the bed and pull up my shorts. My heart starts pounding as I fill the syringe with the vicious yellow liquid. This hurts like a fucking bitch. And I’m no pussy. Believe me.
    I take a deep breath and hold it in my lungs as I slam the needle into my knee. Fuck! It burns like fire but as soon as I press the hammer of the needle down it subsides. The bottle of pills are on the nightstand staring at me like a judging parent. The doctor says to take them but they make me too groggy. I can deal with the pain. But I can’t deal with having my wits dulled.
    I bite down on my lip as I stretch out my knee. This is getting really fucking annoying and I’m starting to get discouraged. It’s been aching all day with the traveling and it just seems to be getting worse with every day that passes.
    When you sign up for the Navy SEALs you think it’s going to be a bullet or a knife that ends your career early but in reality, with most guys, it’s the wear and tear.
    If the bad guys don’t get you in the SEALs than your own body will. I’ve been shot three times, stabbed once, lived through two car explosions and so many firefights that I can’t even remember half of them. I have a long list of injuries, enough shrapnel permanently lodged in my body to make up two grenades and I was still always cleared for active duty.
    But this fucking knee keeps giving out on me and I can’t even carry my pack like a fucking weak ass civilian. It’s pathetic. I better be allowed back in after this shit clears up or I’m… fuck it. I’ll be back in.
    I take one last look in the mirror to see if I look good enough for that hot girl I found on the beach, slide my flip flops on and head out the door. My knee is already on fire as I step into the hallway but I walk past the elevator anyway and head for the stairs.
    Little grunts escape my throat as I walk down the staircase. If I can’t fight the pain then I’ll fucking enjoy it.
    I love the pain , I say to myself on every stair. I love the pain. I love the pain.
    My whole life has been pain. My whole life has been a struggle. They told me I would never make it to the SEALs and I fucking did. They’re telling me now that I won’t make it back in and I’ll fucking show them again.
    Nobody tells Chase Taylor what he can’t do.
    My knee starts to feel better as the injection does its magic and I walk onto the flat ground. It helps too that the SEALs taught me how to ignore pain. There’s always pain overseas. One hundred pound pack on your shoulders, wearing forty pounds of gear while you hike for miles in the desert heat. Now that’s pain. This here in my knee is civilian stuff. Preschool shit.
    To ignore the pain you just have to think of your happy place. And my happy place right now is on my knees with the hot chick from the beach’s naked legs spread out before me.
    I walk towards the seafood restaurant with a spring in my step. I’m ready to make my happy place a reality.
    My brother Ethan is the first person I see inside. He’s a head taller than everyone else and he’s the kind of guy, with his dark features and good looks, that always draws your eye. I get an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach as I work my way towards him. I don’t know whether to expect a hug or a punch. The latter is usually the case between me and my big bro. We always seem to be butting heads.
    I walk past the bar and grin as I see the woman who I’ve been picturing naked for the past half hour sitting there drinking a beer. She takes a sip of her beer as I stare at her stunning features in the light of the bar. Her tempting lips wrap around the bottle as she tilts her head back and drinks.
    A moan escapes my lips as my eyes trail down the soft skin of her neck to the dick hardening cleavage popping out of her dress. The bottom of her dress is hiked up her heavenly thighs