Hello! My name is Sam, and I’m 20 years old. I’m 5’8” and weigh 165. I’ve got black hair, brown eyes and an average build. I would say that just about everything about me is average. My wife is Amanda, and she was my high school sweetheart. She’s got brown hair, light brown eyes, weighs about 125 and stands 5’4”. She’s very pretty – pretty enough to be a model – but we were from a small town with few opportunities, so when we decided it was time to get out, I joined the navy.
Boot camp was as tough as I’d expected, but I think that being away from the love of my life was the hardest part. When I was through with boot camp, I enrolled in A school, where Amanda was able to come visit me. After that, I was stationed in Florida. As soon as I’d settled down a bit, Amanda moved out to be with me and we located an apartment. Florida was amazing and a world away from what we were used to. As great as the weather and locals were, things were tough with only me working. We didn’t want to do it, but we eventually agreed to find a roommate to help with cash.
Amanda was certain that I had to know someone who didn’t want to live on the case. She was right, of course, but I didn’t want our future roommate to be someone I worked with. The truth is, navy guys are fucking perverts, which is fine, but I didn’t want that kind of stuff around my wife. In the end, the need for money won out, and I asked a guy I met in the Navy if he wanted to room with us. Brock worked in a different area of the base, so as weren’t in direct contact during work hours, I thought we would probably be able to keep from irritating each other.
The thing with Brock was that he was 19 (around our age) and extremely good looking at 6 feet tall, athletic build, dark hair and eyes. Normally, I’d be worried about leaving my girl with such a handsome dude, but Brock had a girlfriend, so I didn’t think he’d try anything. Of course, I’d forgotten about the fact that they were in the puppy love stage of their relationship and that she was still back home in high school.
Anyway, things started off good well enough. The money situation had improved greatly and I had a guy around the house to talk to. Hell, even Amanda liked having Brock around, and as pleased as I should have been about that fact, I was starting to worry.
Being a newbie on base, I was assigned to the graveyard shift shortly after Brock moved in. This meant that when I was going off to work, my girlfriend and Brock were going off to bed. This was the point where I was really beginning to feel antsy. Worse, I couldn’t call in the middle of the night to check up on them because they’d both be asleep, not to mention that it would just seem weird of me to be calling so late.
One night, I was getting ready to go into work when I realized things around the apartment seemed… off. Amanda and Brock were unusually quiet and there seemed to be a buzz in the air. I laughed quietly to myself, silently telling myself that I was being paranoid, but then it occurred to me that I’d actually started feeling paranoid ever since I’d started working nights.