out to the base, as it had its own military police and all entrance gates were manned by security police. The gate that was just outside the edge of his responsibility was known as Gate Two, which was closed at dark. The main gate was a couple of miles away, and other units patrolled there.
As the night wore on, Mark became bored, as there were no calls coming out and everyone was basically trying to stay indoors with the air conditioning running. Mark decided to actually take a run all the way to the base just to say he’d been there.
As he drove on the civilian approach road to the base, he saw the guardhouse down the road, well lit, since the sun had gone down four hours earlier. When he was within two hundred yards, he slowed way down and flipped the emergency lights on and off so that the security police officer knew he was a cop.
As he approached the last few feet, a bored-looking Airman came out of the gatehouse and waved. Mark got out of the car and walked over to the closed gate.
“Hi, I’m Patrolman Mark Gloucester, Cheyenne PD.”
“Hello there. Never saw you boys out this way before.”
“No, we usually don’t, ’cause there’s never anything that we’re needed for out here. I thought I’d take a run out just to chat for a minute, since we’re quiet in the city.”
“Yeah, it stays dead out here. By the way, I’m Neal Baxter, Airman First Class.”
“And you’re stuck guarding a closed gate on base, I see. Did you piss someone off?”
“Nah. We’re rotated through the posts. Now that I’ve got my second stripe, I get the patrol duties occasionally, but mostly I’m stuck on gate duty. Forgive me for asking, but you look pretty young to be a cop. How old are you?”
“I get that a lot. Ya gotta be twenty-one to be an officer, and I’m twenty-one! How about you?”
“Me? I’m twenty next week, so you got a few months on me.”
“I gotta ask you something, if you don’t mind,” said the civilian officer.
“Sure, ask away.”
“What’s your feeling on the repeal of ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’? You okay with gays serving with you?”
Neal looked surprised at the question and thought for a moment. “I don’t really see how it’s gonna make that much difference. There are gay guys serving now, and the only change is they can admit it and maybe find a date for Saturday night without worrying about the assholes at the Office of Special Investigations investigating them. Don’t know what they’ll do now that they don’t have queers to chase anymore,” Neal said with a sneer.
“Oh? So, you don’t have a problem with open service?”
“Nope, I should think not, since I’m gay.”
Now it was Mark’s turn to pause for a moment before continuing.
“And don’t tell me that I don’t look like one of those,” warned Neal.
“Actually, I was going to ask you for a date Saturday night,” said the blushing officer.
“Are you jerking me around?” Neal asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Nope. You’re a cute guy who looks fucking hot in your Air Force uniform, and I’m a gay cop who looks just as good outta my uniform as I do in it!”
“Holy shit. The last thing I expected when I got stuck out here tonight on this desolate post was having a hot man ask me out.” Neal openly looked Mark up and down now that he knew what the score was.
“Well, what’s your answer? Are you off duty this weekend? Because I am.”
“Lemme check my schedule,” Neal replied. He walked back into the gatehouse, where he pulled out a sheet of paper. He was scheduled for day-shift duty Saturday and then was off for the next two days.
Neal came back out and smiled. “I got day shift, which means I’m off at three in the afternoon, and then I’m off for the next two days. So, I’d be happy to go out with you on Saturday evening.”
“Fantastic! In that case, I’ll pick you up on base, and we’ll go to dinner and maybe a movie, and then who knows? Sound
As the night wore on, Mark became bored, as there were no calls coming out and everyone was basically trying to stay indoors with the air conditioning running. Mark decided to actually take a run all the way to the base just to say he’d been there.
As he drove on the civilian approach road to the base, he saw the guardhouse down the road, well lit, since the sun had gone down four hours earlier. When he was within two hundred yards, he slowed way down and flipped the emergency lights on and off so that the security police officer knew he was a cop.
As he approached the last few feet, a bored-looking Airman came out of the gatehouse and waved. Mark got out of the car and walked over to the closed gate.
“Hi, I’m Patrolman Mark Gloucester, Cheyenne PD.”
“Hello there. Never saw you boys out this way before.”
“No, we usually don’t, ’cause there’s never anything that we’re needed for out here. I thought I’d take a run out just to chat for a minute, since we’re quiet in the city.”
“Yeah, it stays dead out here. By the way, I’m Neal Baxter, Airman First Class.”
“And you’re stuck guarding a closed gate on base, I see. Did you piss someone off?”
“Nah. We’re rotated through the posts. Now that I’ve got my second stripe, I get the patrol duties occasionally, but mostly I’m stuck on gate duty. Forgive me for asking, but you look pretty young to be a cop. How old are you?”
“I get that a lot. Ya gotta be twenty-one to be an officer, and I’m twenty-one! How about you?”
“Me? I’m twenty next week, so you got a few months on me.”
“I gotta ask you something, if you don’t mind,” said the civilian officer.
“Sure, ask away.”
“What’s your feeling on the repeal of ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’? You okay with gays serving with you?”
Neal looked surprised at the question and thought for a moment. “I don’t really see how it’s gonna make that much difference. There are gay guys serving now, and the only change is they can admit it and maybe find a date for Saturday night without worrying about the assholes at the Office of Special Investigations investigating them. Don’t know what they’ll do now that they don’t have queers to chase anymore,” Neal said with a sneer.
“Oh? So, you don’t have a problem with open service?”
“Nope, I should think not, since I’m gay.”
Now it was Mark’s turn to pause for a moment before continuing.
“And don’t tell me that I don’t look like one of those,” warned Neal.
“Actually, I was going to ask you for a date Saturday night,” said the blushing officer.
“Are you jerking me around?” Neal asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Nope. You’re a cute guy who looks fucking hot in your Air Force uniform, and I’m a gay cop who looks just as good outta my uniform as I do in it!”
“Holy shit. The last thing I expected when I got stuck out here tonight on this desolate post was having a hot man ask me out.” Neal openly looked Mark up and down now that he knew what the score was.
“Well, what’s your answer? Are you off duty this weekend? Because I am.”
“Lemme check my schedule,” Neal replied. He walked back into the gatehouse, where he pulled out a sheet of paper. He was scheduled for day-shift duty Saturday and then was off for the next two days.
Neal came back out and smiled. “I got day shift, which means I’m off at three in the afternoon, and then I’m off for the next two days. So, I’d be happy to go out with you on Saturday evening.”
“Fantastic! In that case, I’ll pick you up on base, and we’ll go to dinner and maybe a movie, and then who knows? Sound
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