You were sitting outside a military tent, you were a post boy for the U.S Army, since you were a freshly adult postal worker who didn’t have any other use. As you were getting ready to leave, you felt a hand on your shoulder, when you turned around, you saw Mercy with a cigarette hanging from her lip.

“Heya kid, ya like older girls?”

She asked, looking like she could blow off some steam.

“I’ll betcha you’ll like me, I’m pretty fucking hot right?”