Just after Kathy's remark and Jefferson's shocked reaction

Drill Sergeant Jefferson froze, as did the rest of the platoon, upon hearing Kathy's words. Her hard glare indicated that she meant every word that she just said. Even the other recruits paled at what they heard, especially Private Olajide, even though she perhaps should have expected something like this. Drill Sergeant Jefferson just simply didn't GET disrespected, let alone insulted outright.

"What… What did… You just say?" Drill Sergeant Jefferson asked, still shocked from what Kathy just said to him.

Kathy, seized the advantage like a tigress standing over her prey. "Are you deaf!? I got blonde hair, but do I SOUND like mail order bride over there?" Kathy mocked Private Dragunov's accent as she pointed to the Russian model in her platoon. "Let me dumb it down for stupid ape-niggers like you." Kathy continued as she proceeded to mock a black woman's voice, complete with stereotypical head movements and sassy stance.

"Jefferson, cuz. You just mad that the baddest blonde bitch ain't got time for yo' black ass, and she too strong and sexy for you to break. Stop jerkin' it to her and know yo' damn place." Kathy then got in Jefferson's face. "You understood that, you dumb ape?!"

All fell silent again, as Drill Sergeant Jefferson's eye twitched.

Monday, 3 PM, Week 3 of the Red Phase

"Are you sleeping?! ARE YOU FUCKING SLEEPING!? GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND AND GIVE ME TWENTY! UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN! ROLL TO THE RIGHT! NOW TO THE LEFT! KEEP THAT ASS ALIGNED WITH THAT MOUTH OF YOURS! SAG THOSE TITS, AND SEE WHAT I DO!"

Kathy swore that it wasn't just Jefferson screaming at her; for whatever reason, she thought she could hear Keith's voice too. That was odd that it was happening during her waking hours; normally, the suffering of this man was relegated to her nightmares, and she'd be feeling it all right now if this were a nightmare. But she was definitely awake right now.

Even more curiously, despite her best efforts to stay focused on Jefferson and tune out Keith, she also swore there was another recruit present as she did everything she was told. This girl was, at most, only two inches shorter than Kathy and maybe 15 or so pounds lighter, and possessed medium length brown hair to go with her admittedly beautiful olive skin. It seemed as though no one else could see this woman; not even as she mirrored every action Kathy made today. No one seemed to see it when an unseen force knocked this woman's MRE out of her hand, with the same power as Jefferson had done two minutes into what was supposed to be a 3-minute breakfast session.

"Get up! You're done!" Keith's voice had sounded with Jefferson's voice once again, and both Kathy and the other girl both stood up, and THEN the MRE was knocked out of her hand. Once again, Keith's voice cut back into Kathy's waking hours, and the woman who mirrored her actions took all of Kathy's orders as though they were directed at her as well. "NO DRINKING AND DRIVING! SCOOP THAT SHIT UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU LICK IT ALL UP! NOOOOWWW!"

After that, this woman seemed to mimic and mirror every single thing Kathy did as she completed the day of chores, starting from 5:15 AM. From moving boxes of supplies, cleaning the barracks on her own, dusting the CO's personal offices, doing dishes, changing the oil of every vehicle, wiping the windshields of said vehicles, changing the tires, picking up and taking out the trash, cleaning the portable latrines, and shoveling feces into a manure machine that would take said feces to be sold to the local farming plantations. Kathy wondered how no one could see or hear this woman mirroring and yet at the same tome not actually helping with her chores, especially as this woman was wearing a very revealing attire. Her blue shorts clung to her shapely rear quite nicely as there revealed her smoothly toned olive legs, and the green tank top showed off her chest very well. Kathy wondered if this woman wore anything under her outfit.

She's not even dressed in uniform, Kathy thought, right up until she got to the chores that would have to take place outside. And then, the first time Jefferson's words faltered for just a moment reminded Kathy just how and why the ghost woman next to her might not have been the most distracting thing present.

While this woman was in a tank top and shorts, Kathy, on the other hand, was in her underwear during these chores. This was part of her punishment; her clothes had been confiscated, and today Kathy only had her very enticing black bra and panties to wear. Her strapless black bra covered just enough of her well-endowed chest and offered just enough support, while the black panties accentuated Kathy's long legs and figure, covering just barely enough of her firmly-formed, heart-shaped rear to be considered a racy bikini bottom and not an outright thong. Kathy could practically FEEL all eyes drink in the sight of her supple buttocks every time a chore or exercise required her to bend over or she otherwise ended up with her butt in the air, however brief a moment it was. It didn't help that each and every time she WAS required to bend over, the sun just happened to shine a gentle, angelic, dreamy, mirage-effecting spotlight directly on her scantily clad rear at just the right moment, until she stood back up.

She wondered if there was a way to actually turn off the sun, just for today, as she was forced to run ahead of the others. "ARE YOU FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF, BITCH!? ARE YOU? HUH?" Jefferson bellowed, once again alongside the unseen Keith Jones. Kathy wondered if the woman shadowing her could also hear Jefferson and Keith. "KEEP GOING! DID I TELL YOU TO FUCKING SLOW DOWN!" Jefferson gave Kathy a hard shove, so hard that both she and the ghost woman beside her were knocked off their feet. Kathy felt the gentler rays of the sun on her buttocks again as soon as she hit the ground, and realized the position she must have landed in as the giggles of her female platoon-mates sounded and the muffled appreciations of her male platoon mates were whispered. Even Jefferson took a moment before continuing.

"QUIT FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF! I DON'T GIVE A DOGSHIT IF YOU'RE FEELING WEAK OR TIRED! YOU SAID IN YOUR OWN WORDS-" Well, this was odd. The olive-skinned woman in the revealing shorts and tank top disappeared, as Keith's voice also went silent, leaving just Jefferson speaking, though he noticeably did not miss a beat. "THAT YOU AS A WHITE WOMAN WAS SUPERIOR TO ALL OTHERS! YET, HERE YOU ARE FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF! DON'T YOU QUIT ON ME NOW! DON'T SUDDENLY DECIDE YOU'RE GONNA BE WEAK AND FRAIL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR WORDS! MOVE, BITCH! GET YOUR SWEET ASS UP AND RUN!"

Kathy finished her 12th lap, and as soon as she did, the ghost woman returned, as fatigued as she was for some reason. And for some reason, Keith's voice also returned as Jefferson sounded off. "I'm still walking, Kathy! I AM FUCKING WALKING!" It was true; while the other recruits were jogging, Jefferson was in fact casually walking at alongside them. But fatigue had slowed Kathy down even though she was running. Both Kathy and the mystery woman's faces betrayed their fatigue. "GET THE FUCK UP HERE! THE OTHERS ARE JOGGING! AND I AM WALKING! HOW THE FUCK AM I WALKING AT THE SAME PACE I'D WALK IN THE PARK, AND YOU CAN'T KEEP UP WITH ME?!"

At this moment, Kathy faltered even more, causing Jefferson to overtake her. Before he could say anything, it happened. Kathy saw the ghost woman reach out, and in one swift movement she tore off Kathy's bra. It took Kathy a moment to register that her boobs were uncovered, and the ghost woman smiled mischievously before fading out of existence. But what just happened was very, VERY real; Kathy was now topless and the gasps from behind her told her what she needed to know. Kathy immediately covered her chest, and shrieked out her next words. "Jefferson, sir!" Kathy sounded more like a little girl in peril, and that perhaps irked Jefferson more than the breach of protocol.

"DO I LOOK LIKE AN OFFICER TO YOU!?" Jefferson said without looking back. "JUST FOR THAT, GET THE FUCK UP HERE, NOW" Also without looking back, Jefferson grabbed Kathy by the edge of those black panties, and attempted to forcibly move her forward. However, instead, the fabric ripped away in an instant. Kathy had used both arms to cover her now-bare chest, so she was not fast enough on the draw. Everything just seemed to stop at once; Jefferson froze as he was, looking at the torn, shredded pieces of black bikini bottoms that were now in his hand as opposed to on Kathy.Kathy shrieked, a shriek that sounded more like a dying banshee's scream of pain instead of a human sound. Her hands immediately went to cover her lower area, which left her perky chest exposed.

"Ahh…" Some of the male recruits moaned out almost unconsciously as their eyes feasted on her exposed breasts. "Nice…" Another one droned mindlessly. "I didn't know we were this kind of platoon." A muscular black recruit of medium height said, and that seemed to be the point Kathy realized she was completely nude and moved her hands accordingly.

The other three drill sergeants and ESPECIALLY Jefferson noticeably were too shocked to say anything, let alone get on the male recruits for catcalling at Kathy. The female recruits were too busy giggling and laughing at Kathy's misfortune. Svenson's jaw dropped open, but he looked down as he saw First Sergeant Costner and Captain Bell were also present. Morton snickered to himself, and then laughed outright when Jefferson slowly handed the shredded bottoms back without looking, letting the shreds fall out of his hand regardless of whether Kathy grabbed them or if the wind caught them. One shred brushing past his hat told him the answer of if Kathy had received the shreds, but he still didn't utter a single word.

It was safe to say training was over today.

In the company HQ, Svenson, Morton, Webster, and Smithfield guffawed. Whitfield, Kang, Cole, Rivera, and Elba were at a loss.

Captain Bell stormed into HQ. First Sergeant Costner followed fearfully.

"What the hell happened today?" The captain yelled; his face beet red. The captain stormed into his office without waiting for an answer.

Svenson stood and approached the office, where the commander was signing what Svenson knew were discharge papers for both Kathy and Jefferson.

He glared at Svenson. "Private Jones is no longer your concern. She's going to be moved to the holding company and given a bad conduct discharged. Sergeant Jefferson will be removed from duty.

Svenson stood there uncertainly.

Bell yelled, "You got something to say?"

The door closed. The others flinched at the sound of the captain's yells.

Captain Bell stepped out, "Sergeant Jefferson and Private Jones will be allowed to continue training but NOT a word of what happened today gets out. Or all of us could be facing sexual harassment charges. It will be end of our careers. CHARLIE COMPANY TAKES CARE OF ITS OWN."

The company HQ door opened.

"So, where is that private who likes to curse at NCOs?" It was Drill Sergeant Ortiz of Delta Company.

"Get the fuck out of here, Ortiz." Bell snapped. Ortiz stared in confusion then scampered off.