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 Title: Soldier Doll Ch.  02


Summary: Dylan is injured, and a new life beckons.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Louise lay in Dylan's arms, looking at him, trailing her fingers through
his soft dark chest hair, patterns and swirls delineating the rippling
muscles of his torso, outlining his nipples and forming into a central band
that swooped down to unite with his wiry pubic hair, her head filled with
images of him and her need for him.  He'd come home to her, and loved her
like she'd always wanted, sealed the two of them together, asked her the
thing she'd always longed to hear him say.  She'd loved him since as long
as she could remember, her world always revolving around him, her need to
see him, touch him, hear his voice, feel his presence.  When he'd gone
away, a band had tightened around her chest, constricting with every day he
was gone, the pain distant but ever present.  Seeing him yesterday, at the
train station, tall and gorgeous, the man she'd always known was there in
the boy who'd left, had snapped that band, spinning it away like it had
never been, and her need for him had risen up, her heart turning over and
slamming into her ribcage like a wildcat attacking the bars of its cage. 
Somehow they would be together, if she had to wait 5 years, so be it, she'd
wait for him, he was worth it.  And when they were together, it would be
forever, she would see to that.

   Dylan was thinking along the same lines.  He'd spent the last three
years thinking about her, day-dreaming about her, and now, the thing he'd
only ever allowed himself to dream in the deepest caverns of his mind had
come to pass.  She was stunning, a knockout, the most beautiful girl he'd
ever seen, and she'd come to him like he'd fantasised, taken him to places
he'd only ever dreamed of, said the things he'd most wanted to hear, was
lying here, now, his for the taking again, and again.  He would never do
that, her gift of herself was far too precious, and he revelled in the
knowledge that she had pledged herself to him forever, as he had to her.

   He gathered her in, kissing her passionately as his need for her rose up
and burned through him, his cock hardening instantly with the need to unite
with her again, share what she offered him so freely, give himself to her
again.

   They slid down the bed together, Dylan showering her with kisses as his
hands roamed over her, touching, stroking, fondling, Louise no less
tactile, her hands holding him and fondling his cock, his scrotum, making
him ache with need for her, for release inside her body.  They rolled
together on the bed, legs and arms entwining as they kissed, sighs and
moans of need escaping from them as their bodies yielded to each other,
finally coming to rest with Dylan on top of her, Louise looking deeply into
his eyes as he searched hers questioningly.

   She smiled and lightly kissed his face, pulling him to her, and his
hands slid over her body as he mounted her, holding himself above her as
she positioned him, then pushing gently into her, her eyes widening as she
stretched to accommodate him, her breath coming in short huffing gasps as
she took him all in.  When he was buried in her to the hilt, he started
moving, backing out to slide back in, the way easier this time, and so it
went, Louise moving against him, pushing back as he pushed into her,
grinding herself against him, rubbing her clitoris against him, working
herself up.  He began to speed up, Louise matching him stroke for stroke,
the only sounds their gasping as they approached their mutual climax,
excitement mounting as they humped and pumped at each other, until, with a
muffled cry, Louise came, her vagina squeezing and clenching at him as it
convulsed, her breath coming in high-pitched moaning gasps, taking Dylan
with her, his groan no less loud as he climaxed, sperm jetting out of him
and into her depths, long, pulsing ejaculations, emptying himself into her,
the sensation incredible as he came like never before.

   At last, they both fell back, sated, muscles twitching and quivering in
reaction to their exertion, hands seeking out each other, to hug and fondle
each other as the afterglow engulfed them.

   Louise touched his face gently, making him open his eyes and smile at
her.  "Dyl, this is all I want to do, all the time you're here.  I don't
want to go anywhere, do anything except this, this is the best I've ever
felt, and I don't want it to stop!" she smiled.  "I've wanted you for so
long, I want as much of you as I can have before you have to leave again.
Do you mind?"

   Dylan grinned back at her.  "Lou, this is my idea of heaven, you're just
perfect, and I already told you, I have no intention of going anywhere or
doing anything.  You've locked me up with you, and it's the best feeling in
the world!"

   Louise smiled, slipping her arms around his neck to pull herself close
enough to kiss him long and deeply, her slim, supple body pressed tightly
against him as she enjoyed the feel and the nearness of him.

   They spent the morning in bed, holding each other as they slept, to
awaken and resume exploring and kissing, gently maintaining connection,
content to hold and touch each other.

   At lunch, Louise cocked her head at Dylan, grinning.  "Dyl, I've changed
my mind, I want to go to the cinema, take me to the movies, Soldier Man!"
Dylan grinned in embarrassment.  "Lou, I don't have..." Louise smiled.

   "I've got a Student Card, so it's my treat, come on, slowcoach, get
dressed, we're going to the pictures!"

   They eventually decided on the cinema in the Meridian Leisure Park, in
Leicester, Louise getting a 50% discount for being a student, and settled
down in the back row to watch some American rom-com movie that Dylan had
never heard of.  At first he was bemused; Louise had never been fond of the
cinema when she was growing up, so this was definitely a departure for her.
They were holding hands, Dylan resting their joined hands on his lap, when
he felt Louise's hand squirm free, coming to rest directly on his lap, her
fingers lightly tracing his cock.  He looked at her, but she appeared to be
completely absorbed in the film, her long legs showing up beautifully under
her short denim skirt.

   Gradually her hand movements in his lap became more directed, her
fingers tracing out the outline of his cock more definitely, and his cock
responding to her rhythmic stroking, hardening under her stroking fingers.
Now she began rubbing the palm of her hand over his cock, pressing it down,
feeling him getting harder the more she rubbed.

   Her hand moved to his zipper, inching it down until his fly was open,
and sliding her hand inside to grasp his now fully erect cock.  She began
squeezing and massaging him, Dylan trying not to groan as she worked him
up. He popped his waistband button, allowing Louise to slide her hand down
inside his shorts and wrap her warm hand around him, pump and squeeze him
some more.  Now, for the first time, she looked at him, a wicked little
grin on her face as she pulled down the front of his shorts, holding his
cock upright, and dropping down to lay her head in his lap, sliding her
lips over him to lick the tip of his throbbing erection.

   His face contorted with the effort of remaining silent as she sucked and
licked him, her head bobbing as she sucked, cheeks hollowing with the
effort.

   Dylan was desperately trying to hold back, and glanced around for
something, anything to distract him from the acute sensations he was
feeling, noticing for the first time two other couples also seated along
the back row, one couple on either side of them, the females also with
their heads firmly in their partner's laps; one of the guys looked at
Dylan, grinned and thumbed-up him, and Dylan could only grin back;
evidently the matinee showing was popular with more than just the bored or
the broke...

   Louise's talented tongue and mouth was having a definite effect, and he
could feel his balls tightening, the juncture of his thighs beginning to
tingle with that pre-ejaculation prickle, and his sperm was definitely
beginning to boil over.

   Lou...It's ...I'm coming...!" he managed to gasp out.

   Louise redoubled her efforts, and Dylan lost all control, shooting long
ropes of hot sperm into her hungry mouth, his hips bucking and his abs
tightening as he had to restrain himself from pounding into her mouth.  At
last, his cock stopped spurting, and Louise licked and cleaned him,
polishing his head with her tongue before tucking his rapidly deflating
cock back into his shorts, pulling the front back up and patting him gently
on the crotch.

   "There now, Dyl, that was a good film, wasn't it?" she asked him
innocently, Dylan grinning as he nodded agreement, busily doing up his fly
and re-buttoning his jeans.

   They got up to leave, passing the couple who'd caught Dylan's eye
earlier, the man grinning and quickly brushing knuckles with Dylan as they
squeezed past, his girl sitting raptly watching the movie as though nothing
untoward had taken place.

   They got back into the car, and Dylan pulled Louise closer to give her a
'thank-you' kiss.

   "Where did you come up with that then, you dirty girl?" he grinned.

   Louise smiled back.  "You hear a lot of things, and some of them stick
in your mind.  I know the matinees are popular for that, half the girls in
my tutor group have been here doing it, which is why I know about it!"

   Dylan grinned even wider.  "Still, what you did was very naughty.  I
think I'll have to punish you!"

   Louise grinned back, playing along.  "Oh, please, I think I need to be
punished for being so dirty!"

   "Lou, just find somewhere quiet while I think about how I'm going to
punish you!"

   They drove away from town, finding the A-roads that took them into a
rural part of the county, eventually spotting a secluded lane with low
overhanging trees.

   "That'll do!" grinned Dylan.

   The car rolled to halt, and he jumped out, ran around to the drive's
side and almost pulled Louise from the car, walking her to the front of the
car, and sliding her onto the hood in one movement, stepping between her
knees to take her face between his hands and kiss her, a long, slow,
passionate kiss.

   He stepped back and slid his hands up under her skirt, hooking the
waistband of her panties, and pulling them down to her knees in one quick
jerk.  Louise giggled, kicking them off and draped her arms over his
shoulders, giving him a deep, wet, erotic kiss, licking his lips and
sliding her tongue around in his mouth, rasping his tongue with hers. 
Dylan's hands came up to her breasts, rubbing her nipples through her top,
feeling them erect as he realised she wasn't wearing a bra, and tugged her
top up to feel her warm firm flesh in his palms.

   Taking hold of her legs behind her knees, he pulled her towards him and
draped her legs up over his shoulders, dipping his head down to lick across
her labia, making her gasp as his tongue brushed her hooded clitoris. 
Dylan bored in further, lapping at her labia, feeling them swell and part
as they engorged, smelling the warm, fresh scent of her arousal.

   He pointed his tongue and pushed the tip deep into her recess, teasing
her pink and glowing inner lips, touching her emerging clitoris, feeling
the little bead harden and swell against his tongue.  He licked gently at
her bead, lapping at her juices, tasting her, Louise moaning and gabbling
incoherently, her head thrashing from side to side as he pleasured her, her
hands clamped behind her knees, holding herself wide open for him.

   He gently sucked her clitoris between his lips, and rubbed his tongue
across it, feeling her orgasm tremble through her, hearing her guttural
moans as she came continuously in waves of pleasure, pushing her wet and
swollen vulva against his mouth, as his tongue rubbed and flicked inside
her.  As she was riding the wave of orgasms, he pointed his tongue and
pushed it as hard as he could into her tight little anus, and Louis
screamed in release as she came like a thunderbolt, her juices squirting
from her swollen cunt, a first for her, flooding his mouth and bathing his
chin with her honeyed fragrance, her whole body wracked with tremors as she
climaxed harder and more completely than she had ever thought possible. 
Sobbing with the intensity of her release, her body trembling and
quivering, she slumped back against the car hood, eyes squeezed shut and
tears glimmering at the corners as aftershocks and mini orgasms chased
their tails through her.

   Dylan pulled her upright, let her lean against him as she slowly came
down, Louise kissing him gently, lovingly, while he stroked her hair, held
her close, brushed his lips against her, ran his hands over her lovely
svelte frame, eventually clamping two hands over her lovely taut buttocks
as he kissed her deeply, tongue and lips conveying all he felt for her.

   "Wow Dyl, I've never done that before, it was amazing, you're amazing!
Let me take care of you, now, I can feel you...!" she whispered.

   "No Lou, I want you in your bed, naked, making love, not roughing-it in
a country lane!" he whispered back.  "I want to take my time, eat you
slowly!"

   Louise grinned.  "OK Darling, when we get home, anything you
want...anything!  "

   Dylan grinned back happily, watching as she slid her panties on,
anticipating when he was going to get to slide them off again.  When she
was done, he enfolded her in his arms again, kissing her long and hard, his
hands squeezing and moulding her shapely firm bottom, she responding by
grinding against him, feeling his cock flex and harden against her mound.

   The drive back home was interminable, or so it seemed to Dylan, although
it was probably no more than twenty minutes or so; his aching erection made
it seem longer, and the sly glances and knowing little smile on Louise's
face weren't helping matters, either.  As soon as they rolled to a halt, he
was out of the car, tugging open the driver's door to speed Louise out of
her seat, and if he didn't know better, he would have sworn she was taking
her time, torturing him, making him wait for the pay-off.

   Louise smiled brightly at him, took his hand and strolled to the front
door, fumbling with her keys, finally getting the right one, Dylan in an
agony of anticipation, hustling her inside as soon as the door opened,
slamming it behind him as he grabbed her, spun her round and clamped his
mouth over hers, pushing her back against the wall, Louise kissing him back
no less fiercely.

   She tugged his shirt out of his jeans as she wrapped her legs around
him, Dylan holding her against the wall with his hands tightly clasping her
buttocks, his erection pressing against her as she rubbed herself against
him, an animal moan of need escaping both of their mouths as they ground
and rubbed against each other.

   Dylan broke away first, letting her down to stand shakily.  "Bedroom,
now!" he croaked, Louise already unbuttoning his shirt as he tried to kick
off his shoes and unbutton his jeans at the same time.  He grabbed her
hand, hurrying to the bedroom, to stand by the bed and tug down her skirt,
Louise yanking off her top to stand in only her tiny panties.

   Now Dylan got to slide them off, and he savoured the moment; slowly
sliding a girl's panties off is an erotic treat for virtually all men, and
he was no exception, the swish of the material sliding down silky thighs,
the sight of a gradually bared pussy or exposed buttocks just so damned
sexy!  He pulled her close, lips and hands playing over her, Louise gasping
as he nibbled her neck, her shoulders, clasped and spread her buttocks
apart, his hands sliding into that shadowed cleft, finger sliding gently
over the sensitive little pucker concealed there.

   Her own hand worked him, pumping and squeezing, rubbing the head of his
engorged, highly stimulated cock with her thumb, spreading the lubricant
seeping from him over the head and down the shaft, her lips working at his
neck as he switched his attention to her wet slit, sliding first one then
two fingers into her, rubbing her clitoris, making her gasp and squirm
against him.

   Dylan edged her backwards, until she sat on the bed, his cock at the
right height for her to take him into her mouth, taste him as she sucked
and squeezed him, her head bobbing as she fellated him.

   Dylan reluctantly withdrew from her delicious mouth, urging her up onto
the bed as he lay down next to her, his lips finding hers as his fingers
once more probed and gently rubbed her wet pussy, Louise humping herself
against his hand now, her lips hungrily clamped to his as he frigged her,
while she found and pumped his rock-hard cock.

   Dylan moved between her thighs, lying on top of her for a moment,
nibbling and licking her lips, and then, in one swift movement, slid his
cock into her, burying himself to the hilt in her tight sheath.

   Her eyes snapped open wide at the sudden invasion, her gasp muted by her
mouth pressed hard against his.  Dylan pumped harder and harder, Louise
holding him and raking him with her fingertips as he plunged his cock into
her like a jack-hammer, humping madly, a torrent of sensation bursting
through her as he roughly fucked her.

   Dylan reared up, and took hold of her calves, pulling her legs up,
draping them over his shoulders and tilting her pelvis up to increase the
angle of penetration, and now he leaned down over her, forcing her knees
almost level with her shoulders, pumping as hard as he could, tremors
rippling through her body with the force of his hammering into her.  Her
breathing began to come in hitching gasps, her eyes rolling back in their
sockets as he pumped her full of his cock, Louise in ecstasy as her orgasm
built in waves, hot liquid sensation emanating from deep inside her womb.
On and on Dylan hammered, sweat rolling down his face, watching Louise
build, wave after wave rippling through her, until finally it was too much.


   With a muted scream, she came in a roaring wave of hot ecstasy, eyesight
blurring with the intensity of her orgasm, her vagina pulsing as her cervix
convulsed, her juices squirting in a hot wave, soaking his cock and balls,
the rippling walls of her vagina clenching and sucking at him, squeezing
him, pushing him over the edge.  Dylan came with a hoarse bellow, his
over-stimulated cock lurching and bucking like a live thing as a spray of
semen shot out of him to coat the walls of her pussy, then another, then
another, filling her with his seed.

   Finally, his cock stopped pumping, the torrent of sperm reduced to a
trickle as his body refused to give up any more.  Dylan lay on top of her,
his weight on his elbows, tenderly kissing and being kissed by Louise, all
need satisfied for now; now they were content to just hold and taste one
another.  Louise smiled up at him, grinned sleepily and rubbed her finger
over the contours of his face.

   "That's never happened to me before, and now twice in one day, what have
you done to me, you sexy soldier-beast you!"

   Dylan just smiled, and pulled her into him, letting her breathing lull
him to sleep.

   They awoke to the sound of Dylan's army-issue unlisted cell-phone
ticking; someone was texting him.  All members of his unit were issued with
one when going on leave, to ensure they were easy to contact if they were
needed.  He read the text message, Louise looked at his face, guessing it
was bad news, tears already welling up in her eyes.

   "Lou, something's up, I've been recalled to Hereford, we're being
stood-to!"

   Louise looked confused.  "Dylan, why are you going to Hereford, the
Para's are based in Colchester, what are you doing in Hereford, that's
where the SAS is...Oh my God, you joined that mob up there!  Oh Dylan, what
have you done, they get sent to all the worst places, the dirtiest jobs!"

   Dylan's face reddened.  "I can't talk about it Lou, please, no more
questions.  All I know is something's kicking-off, and I've got to go back.
Shit!  Shit, shit, shit!  My first proper fucking leave in three fucking
years, and this shit happens!"

   Louise watched in silence as he packed his stuff, muttering all the
while.  At last he finished, turned to her, held her close.

   "I didn't think this would happen, Lou, honest, I thought I was going to
have some real time with you; maybe this is just a precaution, and I'll get
stood down again soon.  Whatever happens, I promise, I'll come back to you,
soon as I can, I swear!"

   They tried to make love, but neither one of their hearts was in it,
Dylan too preoccupied with his upcoming mobilisation, and Louise worrying
where he was going, and whether he'd come back to her.  They turned in
after a light dinner, but neither one of them slept much; Dylan held her
close all night long, absorbing every detail of her, making as many
memories of her as he could to keep for when he was away, and Louise
holding him tightly, treasuring the now, not knowing when, or if, she'd
ever see him again.

   The drive to Nuneaton was silent, both of them still too preoccupied
with their thoughts to chatter, Dylan worried about Louise; she'd not said
a word since last night, and Louise already missing him, wanting him back,
cursing the army, but saying nothing - in her heart she knew, this was what
he wanted, and he'd be something less than what she knew he was if he
didn't follow his own heart, the way she had.

   When they arrived, she waited while he got his Travel Warrant notarised,
and hugged him on the concourse, her head flat against his chest, listening
to his heartbeat while they waited for his connection to Birmingham.  At
last, Dylan could stand the silence no longer, and pulled back to say
something, but she grabbed his face and pulled him to her, kissing him long
and passionately, desperately, clutching at him as though she could keep
him from leaving.

   Dylan kissed her back, all his longing for her coming out in his kiss,
his arms tightening around her as though she could anchor him back, stop
him from getting on the train.  At last he broke their kiss, wiping the
tears from her face with his thumbs, lightly pinching her nose to see her
smile.

   "I promised you I'd be back soon, and I will, and we'll be together,
just like we said.  This can't last forever, whatever it is - most likely
we'll be deployed to run in and gather intelligence, then scram, quick-in,
quick-out, no-one any the wiser; that's what we're there for, to make any
ground assault easier for the regular boys, so I'm not looking at a long
deployment, wherever it is - I'm guessing it's the Gulf again, so it's
probably not going to be a protracted fire-fight!"

   Louise listened to him, so confident and assured, and felt a surge of
pride that her brother, her man, was one of the elite, trusted to do a job,
and do it right, that damned few could do at all.

   "Dyl, you be careful, OK?  You promised you'd come back, I'm holding you
to it - we have babies to make!" she smiled gently, and he smiled back,
overcome with love and tenderness for this beautiful girl he loved and
wanted so much, his sister.

   "Don't worry, Lou, I promised to put a ring on your finger, and I will!
Arhoswch i mi, Cariad Louise!" (Wait for me, darling Louise!)

   Louise pulled his head down to brush his lips with hers.  "Bydd i aros i
chi, Cariad Dylan, i addo i chi!" (I will wait for you, darling Dylan, I
promise you!) she smiled at him,

   "Yn dod yn ôl yn fuan, Milwr!" (Come back soon, soldier!) she added,
tears running down her cheeks, Dylan gently wiping them away and kissing
her eyes.

   When he arrived back in Hereford, he took a taxi to the Lines, wondering
what was so important that they were being stood to.  After reporting to
the Guard Commander, he returned to his barracks to change into CS95
battledress, and waited to be told what to do next, along with all the
other occupants of the barracks.

   +++

   Dylan jumped down from the ramp of the Hercules C-130, looked around in
distaste.  So this was Kuwait, Fort Blair Mayne Camp.  What a fucking dump.
At least some of his mates from 16th Air Assault were here, and he was
being mustered with them, along with 1 Royal Irish and 2 Gurkha Rifles.  No
insignia were on show, he and all his team were wearing 16th Air insignia
so as not to give away their presence.  They were called to parade, and
stood at ease as the Royal Irish CO, Col Tim Collins made his famous
speech; "we go to liberate, not conquer...  we will not fly our flags in
their country...show respect for them...the enemy should be in no doubt
that we are his nemesis...it is a big step to take another life..." the
speech rolled on, reminding them that their duty was to be a credit to
their country, that they would not revel in the killing of their fellow
man, that they were liberators, not conquerors, and that they were there to
remove a dictator.  Dylan was moved by it despite himself.

   That evening, his troop was mustered and armed up; they were all issued
night vision binoculars, personal role radios, HK33's and clips, an
assortment of HE, WP and smoke grenades, and pistols and clips, and split
into six teams.

   After they'd been briefed for their reconnaissance mission, the six
teams piled into snatch Land Rovers, dangerously lightly armoured, but fast
and agile, ideal for their purpose, and sped off to be dropped at their
assigned positions.

   For two days they sat on watch in their lay-up positions (LUP's),
periodically sending coded sit-reps, sweeping for signs of troop
concentrations or movements, mechanized columns, any sign the enemy was on
the move, sleeping in shifts, each of them on a hair-trigger, keyed-up and
expecting trouble.  When it came, it was fast and brutal.  The first
warning Dylan got was the intense flare in his left eye as a sighting laser
shone directly into it, the red glare seeming to go right through his eye
and bounce off the back of his skull.  As he swore and clapped his hand to
his eye, someone opened up with a GPMG.  Dylan couldn't respond; his eye
ached and all he could see was a large purple circle filling his field of
view.  Blinded as he was, he brought his weapon to bear to return fire,
trying to pinpoint where the MG position was by hearing alone, and an
incoming round shattered on his HK33, batting it out of his hands, the
fragments slamming into his left eye and side of his face.  He screamed and
went over backwards, and another round furrowed his temple.  Dylan saw
stars, tasted brass, and everything went dark and silent.

   He was being bounced around, his head aching, the left side of his face
and neck on fire, his left eye feeling like a needle was stuck in it.  He
stirred, feeling something on his face, across his eyes, and a hand slapped
his hand away.  "Leave it, Dylan, let the med team deal with it!" said a
voice, one that he vaguely recognised, and he lay back, trying to work out
where he was.

   He was being driven somewhere, had something happened?  What?  He
fumbled with his jacket; he was wearing a tactical vest, had he been
injured on exercises?  "What happened?  "

   "Iraqi patrol saw something moving, panicked, blew everything they had
right on top of us, didn't spot the LUP at all, just got lucky.  We got
them all, though; you got smacked good in the face, looks OK now, just
don't touch it, med team will sort it.  Lucky fucker, you get to grope some
Lumpy Jumper nurse, just make sure you pick a pretty one!"

   The vehicle slid to a halt and he was lifted out, slid onto a waiting
trolley and wheeled into a bright room, the lights showing round the edges
of whatever was on his eyes.  He was quickly stripped of his vest and DPM
shirt, and felt his arm being swabbed.  "Just a little sting, now, there we
are.  Count to ten, please Dylan!" He started counting out loud, and
remembered no more.

   He came round in a small tented ward, apparently he was the only
occupant, all the other beds still had shipping plastic covers.  He
realised only his right eye was open, and felt his left, there was a large
dressing completely covering his eye, more dressings on his cheek and the
side of his neck.  Just then a major walked in, stethoscope slung around
his neck, smiled at Dylan and picked up his chart, flipped through it.

   "So Dylan, how are you feeling?" he asked.

   "I feel fine, except, why...what happened to ...my eye feels funny, sir,
that's about all.  What happened?"

   The doctor looked at him, gently peeled back the dressing on his eye,
looked grave for a moment, then taped it back with more micro-pore tape.

   "Dylan, you were hit in the eye, face, and neck with bullet fragments
from a jacketed round.  We removed several fragment from your eye, and one
had nicked your external carotid artery.  You should thank your mates, they
did a good job of stopping the bleeding and getting you back here in good
time.  Your neck is going to be fine, and your sutures are healing well,
but you may have some minor scarring to your face.

   However, the prognosis for your eye is not good.  By sheer bad luck, you
looked right into a laser sight or some other high-intensity coherent light
source as someone was targeting you, it was apparently a low-power unit,
but it was enough.

   "The retina is scarred and flash-burned, while the lens was punctured by
several smaller metallic fragments; it will be blurry when the dressing is
removed.  We can look at replacing the lens; laser surgery would not be
helpful or advisable in your case, so an ocular implant, a refractive lens,
might alleviate some of the blurring.  The lacerated sclera and conjunctiva
will heal nicely, and you can have a corneal graft to repair the damaged
cornea, but the vision in your left eye is significantly impaired, and it's
not going to improve over time.

   I'm afraid your service days are numbered, Dylan - sorry, I don't know
any better way to say it except to say it like it is.  We can repair most
of the damage, but the retina is too compromised to offer any realistic
chance of better than about 50% visual acuity, and probably significantly
less.  I'm sorry."

   He left Dylan to chew over his words.  He was off Ops, that was for
sure; nobody needed a one-eyed soldier, so what did he do now?  He was
thinking about that when a head poked around the corner.  "Knock, Knock!"
said a voice he recognised, and there was Captain 'Johnnie' Walker,
grinning at him.

   "I heard you were in here, didn't figure you for a sick-bay ranger,
Dylan!  Bloody hell, don't you look like England's last hope!" he grinned.
Dylan couldn't help but grin back.

   "I'm sorry about what happened, Dylan, I spoke with the doctor, he
filled me in, bad luck, the one thing you couldn't plan on, happened.  I
suppose you know...?"

   Dylan nodded.  "Yes sir, I'll be signed-off and sent home.  After that,
well..."

   Johnnie Walker took out a pen and a small notepad.  "When you get home,
call this bloke.  He's always looking for people just like you, ex SAS,
other specialists; I think you might find it worth your while.  "

   Dylan smiled lopsidedly.  "Thank you sir, once I get home I'll
definitely give him a call, see what happens."

   "See you do, Dylan, I mean it, it might just be the best call you ever
made!" he added cryptically.

   Dylan was formally discharged on medical grounds from the armed services
3 weeks later.  The hardest part for him was handing back his Winged
Excalibur pin.  His troop commander gave it back to him.  "You keep it,
Dylan, you earned it."

   He wore an eye-patch over his damaged left eye, otherwise the dim,
blurry image crossed with the perfect image from his good eye made him feel
dizzy and sick.  When he stepped off the plane he looked around, taking a
deep breath, savouring his last day in service, and spotted Louise, jumping
and waving her hands at him.  He grinned and quickened his pace, almost
running as he closed with her.  She bolted for him, and he caught her,
swinging her around, then bent down to kiss her, her arms going around his
neck as she kissed him back, oblivious to the people around them, returning
soldiers hugging their loved ones, caught up in each other.  Waiting with
the other families, so as to let them reunite first, Harry and Jane stared
in shock at each other.

   Louise was the first to speak, "Oh Dylan, look at your poor face, and
your eye, Oh God, what happened, really?  The Ministry of Defence didn't
tell us anything except that you'd been injured and discharged, I've been
worried sick!"

   She gently stroked the barely healed stitches, feeling the corrugations
where the bullet shrapnel had furrowed his cheek with a network of fine
white scars.

   Dylan filled her in with the bare facts, her eyes welling up as she
learned of the true extent of his injuries.  "Oh Dylan, I'm so sorry, on
your first mission too, I really am sorry, I know how much the service
meant to you!"

   Dylan grinned back at her.  "Not to worry, at least now you've got me
full-time!  Plus, I've got options, I've got a number to call, Johnnie
Walker gave it to me, we'll see what happens.  In the meantime, can we go
home, I missed you?" he leered happily at her.  He still hadn't seen Harry
or Jane; they were both standing on his blind side.

   Harry cleared his throat.  "Umm, Dylan, we need to talk to you...about
just now...you and Louise..." Dylan looked astonished to see them as he
spun round, and looked puzzled, then his eye widened as he realised that
they must have seen him kissing Louise, and not the way a brother's
supposed kiss his sister...

   "Oh, OK" he mumbled, his face reddening.  Louise paled, but tightened
her grip on his arm, sliding her arm through his and pulling herself closer
to him.

   "Uncle Harry, Aunty Jane, you saw us so you know," she began, "so
there's nothing more to say; we know, and we know you won't approve, but
this is what we want!"

   Jane looked upset, ready to cry.  "Louise, this is wrong, you...and Dyl,
you can't be serious, he's your...Oh my God, think what you're saying,
please, both of you...!"

   Louise set her jaw.  "Aunty Jane, Uncle Harry, thank you for coming
along today, we appreciate it, really, but this is not the place to discuss
this, nor the time.  We'll come and see you on the weekend; I have to get
back, I have classes and lectures, and Dylan needs some rest, so we'll see
you on Saturday.  Come on, Dylan!"

   Dylan and Louise walked back to the civilian car-park, Harry and Jane
trailing helplessly behind them, saying nothing, their eyes and expressions
speaking volumes.

   When they got to their cars, Jane pulled Dylan by his arm, and as he
turned, hugged him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.  "Welcome home,
Dyl, you poor boy, Im 'jyst yn falch eich bod yn ddiogel, anwylaf Dylan!"
(I'm just glad you're safe, dearest Dylan!)

   Harry watched as Louise drove away, thinking about what had just
transpired.  He was reluctant to say anything or condemn them outright, he
wanted to know how long this had been going on, and work out if there was
any way to make this come out right.  Jane watched him, seeing the internal
debate.  Shaking his head, Harry pulled away, it was a long drive back to
North Wales, no sense in delaying any longer; they'd speak about it on
Saturday.

   Louise drove in silence, flicking her eyes between the road and Dylan.
He sat silently, lost in thought, or so it seemed.  Actually, he kept
reflexively trying to see out of the passenger-side window, but his covered
eye meant he had to turn his whole head to do that, and it got to be tiring
very quickly.  Also, he was trying to not think about Louise too much - it
was two hours or so to Leicester, it would seem much longer if he had to
nurse a raging erection all the way there!  After a while, Louise noticed
he was asleep, poor baby, it must have been really tiring, flying all night
in a C-130.

   Dylan woke up as the car slowed before turning into the road Louise
lived on, quick disorientation passing as the familiar front door came in
sight.  He jumped out and grabbed his bag from the rear seat, waited for
Louise to open the door and stepped into his new home.  He sighed at the
thought, and took his bag through to the main bedroom, dumping his kit and
shucking his shirt, changing into a khaki T-shirt.  He looked at himself in
the mirror, missing his unit already, knowing there was no way back in. 
"Well Dylan, you may bleed green, but you're a civilian now, get used to
it!" he mused to his reflection, sighed again, and went looking for Louise.

   She was in the kitchen, rooting around in the fridge, and as she stood
up two hands came around her waist, slid up to cup her breasts, pull her
back against what felt like a very healthy erection pressing between her
bum cheeks.

   "Hi, little girl, mind if I squeeze your tits?" whispered Dylan hoarsely
in her ear, and she squirmed around to hold him, kiss him as she ground
back against him, grabbing hold of his crotch and grinning into his lips.

   "Hello, soldier, want to fool around for a while?" she whispered, and
Dylan's hands slid down to take hold of her buttocks, pull her harder
against him.

   They kissed and ground against each other for a few more seconds before
breaking to grin at each other, then made a break for the bedroom by mutual
assent, hurtling through the door and tumbling onto the bed.

   Dylan slid his hands under Louise's skirt, feeling her panties stretched
tight over her taut bum, hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding
them down as far as he could, and clasping her warm, firm cheeks to squeeze
and fondle them.  Louise rubbed and squirmed against him, his erection felt
solid and ready, and she wanted to feel it, hold it, experience it again;
too many nights alone remembering how well he'd fucked her before had taken
their toll, and she could only masturbate so much over their nights
together before the need for him overwhelmed her.  Now she had him back,
and all her nerve endings were thrilling with the need for his body against
hers, his cock moving inside her, his lips as he drove her crazy for him.

   She fumbled with the button on his DPM trousers, Dylan quickly rolling
her off him as he kicked them off, pulled his T-shirt off and helped her
pull her top over her head.  Louise pulled off her scrunchie and shook out
her glorious hair, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground
beside the bed, letting Dylan feast his eyes on her naked perfection. 
Slipping her panties all the way off, she slid next to him, Dylan lifting
his hips to allow her to tug his shorts off and take hold of him.

   He gathered her into himself, kissing her wildly, the way he'd been
dreaming and wanting to for the last month, ever since he'd been curtailed
off his leave, sliding his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, rubbing
her soft anus and sliding into her moist slit, making her gasp and giggle
into his mouth.  She in turn pumped and squeezed him gently, feeling the
urgent solidity of his cock, wanting him, but wanting him to last as well,
to extend the pleasure for both of them.

   She broke their kissing to push him gently back down onto the bed,
kissing his neck, his chest, down his torso to his groin, licking his cock
from root to tip.  Dylan gasped as her tongue skated over the tip of his
cock, her tongue gently probing the slit and hole in the end, before
sliding her lips over the end and sealing her mouth to him as she sucked
him, the lowered pressure making the head swell and sensitize even further.
She bobbed her head in a regular rhythm, sliding her lips down and then up
his shaft, her tongue massaging his swollen, sensitized head the whole
time, sucking gently but unrelentingly, the sensations crowding him,
building him to the inevitable climax.

   He came with an almost animal growl, a hoarse, barking shout of release,
his sperm jetting out of his penis and coating the inside of her mouth,
pooling on her tongue and filling her mouth, Louise swallowing as fast as
she could to keep up with the outbursts of seminal fluid jetting into her
mouth.

   At last the pulsing flow of semen slowed, stopped, as his orgasm faded
away, sated and relieved for now, the build-up of days and weeks of wanting
her that no amount of masturbation could have relieved, Louise finally
polishing the tip of his cock with her tongue, cleaning him off and
grinning up at him, her beautiful green-hazel eyes dancing.

   Dylan knelt up, pulling her in front of him, her back to him, urging her
onto all fours, and pulling her into him to allow him to probe her most
intimate places with his tongue.  Louise sighed and murmured in contentment
as he licked and probed into her pussy, feeling her outer lips swell as she
became more aroused, feeling the flow of her juices step-up as her
excitement rose, her strong, sweet musk surrounding him, filling his senses
with her, and he licked, sucked and lapped at her, driving her ever higher.


   She dropped down to rest her face against the bed, her rump still held
high, immobile, in Dylan's strong hands, holding her tight against his
mouth as he feasted on her, probing, licking, tasting.  Louise was slowly
going mad with desire; Dylan licked and probed her pussy, her anus,
flicking one switch after another, and her need for him, already deep and
aching was becoming almost unbearable, her desire to hold him deep inside
herself almost impossible to contain.  Coupled with the very real
sensations bursting through her as he teased and nibbled, sucked and
licked, was the almost overwhelming desire to hold him as he ploughed her,
rammed her and filled her with his seed, empty his body again and again of
his creamy man-milk, take every inch of his cock again and again, as his
woman and mate.

   "Now, Dyl, please...!" she gasped, "Anything you want, Dyl, just do it
now...!"

   Dylan slid her down onto her front, parting her legs and shuffling
between them, Louise reaching blindly behind her for him, taking hold of
him and guiding him up to her swollen, gaping slit.  He put his weight on
his elbows on either side of her, sliding his hands under her ribcage to
cup her breasts, and slowly slid his distended cock into her wet pussy, one
long, slow glide, feeling her velvety inner walls clasp at him as he
invaded her, her well lubricated pussy soft and hot and moist around him, a
velvet glove for his throbbing steel-hard cock.

   He began pumping into her, his rhythm slow and unhurried, finding his
pace.  He was glad she'd already made him come once; he'd be able to last
now that she'd blown the froth off, so to speak.

   As he pumped, he squeezed and rubbed her nipples, kissing and biting her
neck and shoulders, nibbling her earlobes, licking the nape of her neck,
all the while whispering to her how he'd missed her, how he'd thought of
nothing but her, and what he'd planned to do with and to her once he came
back to her; Louise responded by sliding a hand under herself to find her
clitoris and rub herself gently as he rammed his cock into her, her mind
whirling with the imagery he was giving her, the sensations radiating out
of her womb sensitising her entire body, his touch feeding that sensitivity
further until she was nothing but sensation and sexual energy crackling
through every part of her.

   She came like a thunderclap, her entire body convulsing as the gigantic
orgasm pulsed and blasted through her, making her feel like electric bolts
were shooting through her fingertips, her fingers and toes curling with the
force and magnitude of it, and she screamed in release, body stiff and
breath short as she shuddered with the waves of pleasure crashing through
her.  Her vaginal contractions milked and sucked at his cock, and Dylan had
to literally disassociate himself from the incredible sensations he was
feeling; he had something he wanted to do, and he had no intention of
coming just yet.

   As her climax passed, Louise relaxed under him, feeling his cock still
hard and meaty inside her, she realised he hadn't come yet, and looked back
over her shoulder at him, reassuring herself that he was OK.

   "Dylan, are you OK, baby, you didn't...what about you, baby, was there
something else, darling?" she asked, concern in her voice.

   Dylan whispered in her ear "you said anything?" and she nodded. 
"Anything you want baby, however you want, my gift to you!"

   He backed his cock out of her, edging her thighs further apart with his
knees, and slid his finger into her tight anus, making her gasp.  He pumped
his finger a few times, withdrawing it to slide it through the syrupy
lubrication seeping from her pussy and then pushing it back inside her
puckered little hole, working it around, Louise's eyes tight shut as she
tried to relax against what she knew was coming.  Dylan slid another finger
into her now, pumping the two in and out, relaxing her ring as a precursor
to what he wanted to do.

   "Are you ready for this, baby?" he whispered, Louise nodding, eyes now
open, anticipation warring with apprehension.  Dylan slid his cock into her
pussy once again, covering himself with her lubrication anew, then withdrew
and placed his cockhead at the entrance to her anus, and began to push
forward slowly.  Louise pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her anus open
as far as she could, eyes opening wide and her breath coming in gasps as
his fat cock pressed inexorably forward, slipping into her tight hole
millimetre by millimetre, Dylan already feeling the extreme tightness and
constriction around him as he slid further into her anus.  All at once her
ring seemed to relax, and he slid into her up to the hilt.

   "Oh God, Dylan, it hurts, Oooh!  My fucking Christ, slowly, that hurts!"
gasped Louise, her hand reaching behind her for him, Dylan leaning down to
kiss her gently as her hand touched and caressed his face.

   He remained motionless until she stopped gasping, then slowly began to
withdraw, making her cry out again.  "Ooooh God, Dyl, slowly, please, be
careful!"

   He continued slowly easing back, her cheeks hollowing as she blew her
breath in and out, getting used to his girth in her tightest hole.

   When he pumped himself back in, the resistance was less, and Louise
seemed to feel it less, just a sharp intake of breath this time, the way
back in less constricted this time, and he was able to withdraw and pump in
again more freely, his cock sliding easier into her, Louise murmuring and
starting to push back against him.  He slid his hands under her, fondling
her breasts and caressing her hard little nipples, making her push back
harder against him.

   He began to speed up, pumping his cock into her tight little bum hole as
hard as he could, Louise bucking and humping under him as the feel of his
cock inside her and the sheer erotic charge of such a depraved, taboo act
began to act on her, her breath coming in gasps as her nipples tingled with
his manipulation of them, her hand seeking out and rubbing herself,
frigging her clitoris as she felt another climax building.

   She came with a muted scream of release, waves of orgasmic pleasure
rippling through her, emanating from the cock buried deep in her arse and
her convulsing cervix as she rubbed and petted her engorged clitoris.  The
sinewy flexing of her anal tube was too much for Dylan, the contractions in
her vagina rippling in her rectum, separated by only a thin membrane, and
as her shuddering cervix beat against his cock in the gloriously tight
confines of her arse, he too climaxed, his cock swelling in the constricted
space to what felt like impossible dimensions as he shot jet after jet of
hot spunk deep into her tight velvety anus, groaning out loud in the
extremity of his climax, her rippling rectal tube milking his cock of every
drop of his creamy cock-milk.

   He slumped down on her, drained of all strength, tired beyond his
ability to describe, utterly exhausted by his exertions and the emotional
charge of reunion with his Louise, wanting now nothing more than to gather
her into him and sleep, secure and at peace for the first time in weeks.

   +++

   When he awoke, he was alone, but he could smell cooking, and his stomach
rumbled as he remembered his last meal had been a pre-packed BLT somewhere
over the Alps.

   He climbed out of bed and padded in his bare feet to the kitchen, Louise
unaware of him as she stirred a pan of something that smelled delicious. 
She felt his stare on her, and turned, her beautiful smile breaking out as
she took in the sight of him, stark naked in the kitchen.

   "Dinner will be about 15 minutes, OK, baby?" she smiled.

   "Smells delicious, what is it?" he grinned back

   "We're having Vietnamese pork, prawn and coconut curry, jasmine rice,
and cucumber salad, and there's some dairy ice-cream in the freezer for
dessert.  If you want a shower, do it now, dinner should be ready by the
time you're finished."

   After his shower, they sat down to dinner, the first properly cooked
meal in weeks - army cooking is filling, but that's about all that can be
said for it, and the smells from the kitchen while he showered had been
driving him crazy.

   Dinner done, Louise asked him if there was anything he particularly
wanted and the one thing he'd been dreaming about for weeks (apart from
her, of course) popped into his head.

   "Lou, can we go to a good pub, I'm dying for a pint of Theakstones XB!"
he grinned.  Louise smiled back - with no pubs or alcohol in Iraq or
Kuwait, his and every other squaddie's tongues must have been hanging out!

   "Of course, Dyl, there's a good pub about 5 minutes away, get dressed
and we'll wander on down there!"

   They left home and climbed into the car, their gaze flicking over
without really registering the nondescript black family saloon with tinted
windows parked across the road or the vague figure inside with the compact
video camera, or thought anything of it as the car pulled away from the
kerb a little way behind them as they drove off.

   They walked into the saloon bar (most traditional pubs in England are
split into the Saloon Bar and the Public Bar, the Saloon Bar usually has
the seating booths and tables, the other one has the open bar counter and
the dart boards etc.) and Louise took a seat while Dylan ordered drinks and
took them back to the booth.

   "It's been a long time since I had one of these, Lou, thank you
darlin'!" he grinned as he tipped his glass at her and took a long,
blissful swallow, burping contentedly after his long pull on his beer. 
"God that went down right!" he grinned, sipping happily at his beer.

   Dylan was oblivious to the looks he was getting from some of the other
girls in the bar, too engrossed in his beer and his study of Louise's
features, but she could see the looks, and she smirked, that little smile
that said.  "You can look all you want, but he's leaving with me!"

   After a while, Dylan noticed.  "What are you smiling at, babe?" he
asked.

   "Thinking about what to do with you later, soldier-man!" she grinned
back, and suddenly his beer seemed so much less important.  Knocking it
back, he asked Louise if she wanted another drink, and when she declined,
they hustled outside, Dylan in a rush to get home.  In their haste, neither
of them noting the black saloon car parked across the road, the same car
that had been parked outside the flat earlier that evening.

   As soon as they walked in the door, Dylan grabbed her, pulling her tight
to him, kissing her wildly as she rubbed and undulated against him,
grinding her pussy against his solid erection, his hands roaming over her
buttocks, squeezing and moulding them, pulling them apart so he could slide
his fingers into the warm cleft to massage her anal bud and rub against her
tight little rosette.  He spun her around, his hands going to her breasts,
to squeeze and fondle them, tease and pull her nipples into hard points as
she ground her buttocks against his cock bulging inside his jeans.

   "Dyl...bedroom...not here...!" she gasped, and he relinquished his hold
on her firm breasts to allow her to lead him into their bedroom.  As they
entered the room, he spun her round again, sliding his hands up her skirt
and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her tight little panties, and
slid them down, enjoying the feel of the silky material slipping down her
smooth thighs and past her shapely buttocks.

   Louise tugged at the waistband of his jeans, pulling his shirt up as he
unzipped her skirt and tugged it down, leaving her naked from the waist
down.  Louise meanwhile had unbuttoned his jeans and was pushing them down,
her lips never breaking contact with his as they stripped each other. 
Dylan pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it, standing before her in
his shorts, his erection tenting the front, and her hands quickly moved to
feel his size, his hardness, his readiness for her.

   Dylan helped her unbutton her blouse, and quickly unhooked her bra,
pulling her to him so he could suck and nibble her protruding nipples,
still hard from his manipulation of them.  He kissed down her belly, Louise
standing with her hands on his shoulders, head back and face flushed as he
licked and kissed and teased down her body, dropping to his knees to dip
his tongue-tip into the dimple of her navel, making her shiver, before
kissing down to the little trimmed patch of golden-brown peach fuzz,
finally sliding his tongue into the front of her slit, teasing her clitoris
in its little hood.  Louise gasped and thrust her mound into his face as he
pulled her into him by her buttocks, his fingers curled into the shadowed
recess of the cleft between the two shapely globes.

   Her scent surrounded him, strong and feminine, engaging with him and
luring him in further, his tongue now probing along her slit as her labia
swelled and opened under his tongue.  He lapped at her with his flattened
tongue and then poked his tongue tip inside her, drawing a quick intake of
breath, before her sighs of pleasure resumed.

   Louise backed towards the bed, Dylan shuffling forward to keep contact
with her, until she sat and then slumped back onto the bed, Dylan rising up
on his knees to part her thighs and lick and suck her vulva, probing deeper
with his tongue, licking at her now fully emerged clitoris, the little
pearl slick and dewy with her secretions, and Louise jumping and quivering
every time his tongue rubbed gently across it.

   Dylan licked from her clitoris to her little pink hole, strong, forceful
laps at her vulva and anus, licking her juices as they ran and dripped over
her crotch, tasting and sucking, licking and teasing.  Louise began to come
in short, pulses of pleasure, thrusting her vulva against his mouth as her
orgasm built, each pulse taking her higher, until she was writhing in
ecstasy, gasping as the waves of pleasure crashed through her, until, when
he jammed his tongue into her anus again, she screamed as her climax bolted
through her, shocking her down to her fingertips, her juices spraying out
of her, coating his face and neck, the muscles in her neck corded as she
spasmed, her back arching off the bed as the extreme pleasure rocketed
through her.

   She opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, fully naked,
his erection held in one hand.  She sat up, smiled and nodded, took hold of
him and dipped her head down to slide her lips over the end of his fat
cock, savouring the fresh taste of him as her head slowly bobbed back and
forth, her tongue delighting him with its swirling motion over the
sensitive glans, her hand pumping him in time to her sucking, while her
other hand cupped and massaged his heavy balls, lightly scratching the
underside of his scrotum as she sucked him.

   Dylan began an involuntary fucking motion, as though he would fuck her
mouth, and Louise smiled as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she
sucked and licked, her hand squeezing him, the pleasure mounting until, at
last, as her tongue rubbed into the hole in the tip of his cock, he could
hold back no longer, his cock swelling as he came with a heartfelt groan,
holding her head as he shot long, satisfying spurts of his spunk into her
mouth and down her throat, her throat working to swallow the quantity of
semen he shot into her hot and willing mouth.

   At last his cock stopped convulsing, the stream of spunk dried up, and
she licked the last of his ejaculate from the head of his cock and took him
from her mouth.

   "Thank you Lou, that was amazing!" he panted, Louise hugging him around
the waist and resting her head against his chest, hearing his thudding
heart as his heartbeat started to slow down to normal.

   Dylan moved away from her embrace to climb onto the bed, pulling her to
lie against him, his hands around her buttocks as he pulled her in close to
kiss her deeply and tenderly.

   Louise smiled at him, running her fingers through hi short curly black
hair.  "I've got a full day tomorrow, Dyl, so I won't be back until about
six, can you keep yourself amused until then?  There's satellite TV now, so
you can watch TV if you want, the freezer's full, or there's a chip shop
round the corner.  I'm sorry baby, but I have to be in class all day, but
we'll do something special tomorrow night, OK?"

   Dylan just grinned.  "Lou, all I want is for you to finish medical
school, so however long you need to be away tomorrow is fine by me. 
Besides, we have to go and see Harry and Jane on Saturday, I'm trying not
to think about that!"

   Louise looked indignant.  "I know we should be grateful for them taking
us in, and I am, but this is none of their business; when you said once
that they were hardly family, you were right, and they have no right to
judge us, so we listen to what they have to say, but if I don't like it,
I'm leaving!"

   Dylan thought she'd never looked so appealing as right now, with her
eyes flashing and her cheeks reddening, and the feel of her was maddening
and arousing; he could feel himself getting hard again.  Louise felt it
too, grinning and grinding herself against hm.  "Oooh Soldier-Boy, is that
a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" she teased, wriggling
and rubbing herself against his nearly fully-erect cock, Dylan pulling her
closer by her shapely little bum cheeks, nibbling and nuzzling her neck,
her chin, her lips, feeling her hard nipples poking into his chest as he
squeezed and massaged her buttocks.

   He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, Louise pushing herself
upright so she was sitting astride him.  Dylan grinned and reached out to
fondle and play with her breasts and nipples, twirling and pulling gently
on the firm rubbery tips, making her gasp and giggle, and she reached
behind herself, taking hold of his stiff fat cock and slowly sliding
herself down on it, penetrating herself at her own pace.  When he was
buried in her to the hilt, she began a slow, undulating up and down motion,
riding him in slow motion, grinding herself against him on the downstroke,
rubbing her clitoris against the wiry mat of pubic hair at the base of his
cock.

   Dylan began to pump up to meet her stroke, thrusting himself into her as
she thrust herself down on him, the two of them in perfect synchronisation
as they pumped and pummelled at each other.  Louise came first, her orgasm
hitting her like a wall, making her gasp and sob in release, slumping over
onto him as her pussy pulsed and clenched around his girth, and he
responded with a guttural groan at the muscular spasms massaging his cock,
his cock spraying her inner recesses with the last of his sperm, the fourth
time today, and the last, he was utterly drained now!

   Louise rolled off him to lie in the crook of his arm, kissing him
gently. "Thank you Dylan my darling!" she whispered, sleep already trying
to claim her, and the last thing she remembered was Dylan pulling the
covers over both of them as she burrowed down against him.

   Saturday found the two of them heading up to North Wales to hear what
Harry and Jane wanted to say to them regarding their relationship.  Louise
was feeling jittery, even though she was determined to face them down if
need be.  Dylan was more pragmatic.  His attitude was that it was none of
their business, he and Louise were going to see them because Harry had
asked them to come, and they could say their piece, they were owed that
much; if they started criticising him or his Louise, then they could shove
their opinions up their arses.

   +++

   Well, that could have gone better, thought Dylan.  Louise drove in
silence, her face set and expressionless, her knuckles white with the way
she was gripping the steering wheel.

   It had all started out so well, and had just rapidly gone downhill. 
Dylan grinned; he'd never known Lou to fly off the handle like that, and
made a mental not to not wind her up too much in future!

   When they'd arrived back at their old home, things had started out
affably enough, lunch and small-talk, before Harry asked them what they
planned to do next.

   "We worry about you, both of you, and what this could do to you if it
goes wrong for you.  Suppose you break up, or one of you meets someone
else? Have you thought what that would do to the other?"

   Dylan was just about to say something, that Louise was the one for him,
and that he didn't want anyone else, ever, when Louise spoke up sharply.

   "I will never desert Dylan, and I resent you implying that the
possibility even exists; you don't know me well enough to say something
like that, and I'll thank you to keep your opinions on the subject to
yourself!  I love Dylan, and he loves me, end of discussion!"

   Jane spoke up.  "Louise, how can you and Dylan love each other ...that
way?  He's your brother, this is just not right!"

   Louise's eyes narrowed dangerously.  'Oh Shit' thought Dylan, 'here it
comes!'

   "Not right?  How bloody dare you!  Dylan and I have been together
through thick and thin, we are all we've ever had, and he's the best man I
know; whether or not he's my brother, he's the only man for me, and if you
can't accept that, then I suggest you keep your damned opinions to
yourself!

   Harry raised his eyebrow.  "Hey, now just a minute young lady, don't
you...!"

   Louise rounded on him.  "And you, just where do you think you get off
telling us how to live and who to love?  You're not our parents, you're not
even close family, I never grew up with you, or even heard of you until I
was 14 years old, a whole life already before you ever came on the scene,
so don't...ever...tell me what to do!  Feindio eich busnes eich hun ffycin!
Ni all pam eich bod yn deall hyn yn hyn yr ydym am?" (Mind your own fucking
business!  Why can't you understand, this is what we want?)

   Harry stared in consternation at her livid face, at the tears glimmering
in the corners of her eyes, Jane staring in wide-eyed shock at her
outburst, and held up a placating hand.  "I think we need to..." before
Louise interrupted him.  "I think we need to go, now!  Come on Dylan, I
knew this was a mistake, these people will never accept us, they've said
their piece, everything's has been said that needed to be said, let's go!"

   With that, she stood up and stalked out of the house, leaving Jane
crying and Harry looking shell-shocked.

   Dylan spoke first.  "I'll talk to her, calm her down, I promise."

   "I wish you would," replied Harry, "we really need to talk about this as
a family!"

   Dylan looked at him curiously.  "Talk about what, Harry?  She pretty
much covered everything, and we're happy as we are, we're not going to
change what we do or who we are to suit other people's opinions, so the
best way you can help us, if that's what you want to do, is to leave us to
our lives; it's the one we've chosen."

   He followed Louise out to the car, finding her already behind the wheel,
engine idling, tears running down her cheeks.  He slid in next to her, and
reached across her, turning off the ignition and handing her a tissue from
the glove box.  She dried her eyes, and looked at him.

   "I knew this would happen, fucking sanctimonious pair of..." Dylan put
his finger on her lips.

   "No they're not, they're just concerned for you, for both of us, give
them a chance, Lou, they can't understand now, so maybe they just need some
time, eh?"

   Louise set her jaw.  "No, fuck 'em, if they can't accept us, then that's
just too bad!"

   Dylan grinned, and Louise looked sharply at him.  "What's so funny?"

   "Nothing," he replied, "I just thought it would be me going ape-shit,
not the quiet one!"

   Louise laughed despite herself, and switched the ignition back on. 
"It's a long way home, Dyl, let's get started!"

   They arrived back in Leicester just after 6 o'clock, neither of them
paying any attention to the black car parked across the road from the flat,
only a momentary a flicker of déjà vu disturbing Dylan as he looked up and
down the road on exiting the car, but dismissed it as nothing important,
although something made him sweep up and down the road again before
following Louise inside.

   She looked at him strangely.  "What's up Dyl, Spidey-Senses tingling?"
she joked, Dylan shaking his head.  "No, it's nothing...nothing at all,
just..." He shook his head to clear it and pulled her closer to him.

   "Lou, Harry and Jane weren't telling us what to do, they were just
concerned, and giving them a broadside like that..."

   "Too much?" she asked in a small voice.

   "Too much." He agreed.  "Maybe a call tomorrow, try and mend a couple of
fences, eh?" Louise nodded.  "OK, I will, I just lost my temper, I dunno,
I've never done that before, it just seemed that they were judging us, and
I wasn't in the mood for that.  I'll call tomorrow, apologise, I said
things that hurt them, that I shouldn't have, and I am sorry, really!"

   Dylan kissed her.  "Just remind me not to wind you up, OK?" and watched
as she grinned her old grin.

   She held him and kissed him back, Dylan feeling himself harden as she
held herself close, and she noticed too, gently grinding herself against
him as they kissed, his hands slipping down to cup and squeeze her
buttocks, savouring the firm tautness, the delicious firmness, the springy
feel of her cheeks as she undulated slowly against him, rubbing his cock
with her mound, her lips and tongue playing with his.

   She broke their kiss to lead him to the bedroom, once they were in there
she turned to him again, kissing him lightly as she unbuttoned his shirt
and pulled it out of his jeans, slid it down his arms, enjoying the feel of
his hard-muscled shoulders, his solid chest and stomach as she fumbled with
his jeans.

   Dylan meanwhile was busy unzipping her skirt, Louise giving a wriggle
when he'd done to let it drop to the floor as he tugged her top over her
head.  Dylan's hands came up to unhook her bra, and she shrugged it off,
wriggling off her panties to stand naked in front of him.  She grinned at
him and turned him round, pushing him backwards onto the bed and lifting
his legs, yanking off his jeans in one fluid movement.  Dylan grinned at
her.  "Whatever happened to romance, eh?"

   Louise grinned and slid up alongside him, her hand running up and down
his torso, enjoying the feel of the plume of surprisingly soft and downy
black hair running down the centre of his abdomen and outlining his chest
and abdominal muscles.  His cock was bulging out the front of his shorts,
and she playfully grabbed hold and squeezed it as she licked his neck, his
throat, nibbled his ear, before kissing him deeply, her tongue fencing with
his.

   Dylan reached down and took hold of her buttocks again, pulling her
closer to him, his need for her almost overpowering as she slid her hand
inside his shorts and wrapped her hand around his hardness.  He lifted his
hips and slid his shorts off, gathering Louise into him to lick and nibble
at her protruding nipples, rubbing gently between her thighs all the while,
feeling her lips swell and moisten as her juices began to flow, signs of
her arousal.

   She sighed and rolled onto her back, Dylan's fingers still gently
rubbing and stroking her pussy as he suckled more intently at her nipples,
making her gasp and arch her back as he aroused her.  Now Dylan moved
between her thighs, his head dipping down as he planted soft, gentle kisses
up along the inside of her thighs, alternating, one to the other, nibbling
softly with his lips as he kissed her sensitive inner thighs, Louise
writhing and holding his head in place as he teased and tormented her,
never coming into contact with the swollen labia, kissing the apex of her
mound, under the little patch of pubic hair, softly lapping at the inside
of her thighs right next to her swelling labia.

   Louise was in a whirl of arousal, and Dylan spun her faster and faster,
never touching her most secret places, letting her mind stimulate her,
playing her, feeding her fantasies about what he would or could do next. 
Eventually he could resist her no longer, and slid his tongue along the
periphery of her swollen and parted labia, her scent filling his nostrils
as he licked and lapped at her succulence, her taste fresh and strong and
heady.  Her head snapped back at the first encounter, orgasm already
billowing through her, her back arching and her mouth opening in a silent
scream, as her over-stimulated vulva reacted to the light touch of his
tongue and blew hot, electric tendrils of orgasm through her entire body.

   Dylan swirled his tongue around her gaping pussy, licking and probing
around her clitoris, feeling the hard little bead slick under his tongue,
as she writhed and shuddered, her whole world one long roll of pounding
sensation and jittering nerve endings, and when he sucked the little bead
and rubbed it with his tongue, she screamed as the orgasm that ripped
through her jolted her into shuddering convulsions of ecstasy, hands clawed
into the bed to give her purchase as her body arched off the bed, her eyes
rolling back in her head with the intensity of her release.

   Dylan continued to lap at her, moving his tongue across the entire area,
but lapping more and more insistently at her tight little hole, licking her
anus and pushing his tongue tip onto her, and she lifting her hips to meet
him, his hands sliding around her firm buttocks and pulling her to him as
he probed deeper and deeper into her dark recess, tasting her as he rimmed
her, his saliva lubricating her anus to allow his tongue ever further into
her.

   He reared up over her, and lifted her ankles, pushing her legs up as
high as he could, leaning over her to put his cock at the entrance to her
tight hole, her knees level with her shoulders as he slid himself slowly
into her, her anus stretching to accommodate his girth, until suddenly her
ring allowed his head in and he slid all the way into her.

   "Oooh God, Dylan, Oh God, yes, like that, yesss, yesss!" she intoned,
until her knees were over his arms, pressing her breasts flat against her
rib cage, his cock buried to the hilt in her warm, tight anus.

   Dylan began to withdraw, and her eyes snapped open at the sensation of
his cock rubbing along her anal tube, her hands linking around his neck,
keeping him in position over her as he pumped.  She began to pump back, the
acute sensations whirling in and around her as he rammed his cock into her
arse, jamming himself in as far as he could go, the only sounds the slap of
flesh, his gasps of pleasure, and her sighs and inarticulate moans as they
fucked in such a primal and taboo way.

   Dylan was almost there; the incredible tightness of her anal tube was
almost too much to take, and Louise was approaching a mid-shattering orgasm
as her cervix, her rectum, all responded to the pounding from his fat cock
buried deep in her arse.

   "Lou...I'm coming...!" he gasped, and his cock swelled and erupted
inside her, filling her insides with his hot spunk.  The feeling was too
much for her, and her orgasm broke and ripped through her, her swollen,
over-stimulated cunt spraying his midsection with her ejaculate as she
squirted over him, the sensation only spurring him on, and with her cervix
convulsing and fluttering against him, adding to and extending his orgasm.
Louise screamed in release as her climax whirled inside her, her rectum
tightening and squeezing around his cock, milking him as the sensation
rolled more and more waves of orgasmic pleasure through her.

   He let go of her knees, and she dropped her legs onto the bed, her
muscles still twitching and shuddering as the aftershocks of her volcanic
orgasm ebbed and died away.  He withdrew from her and slumped over onto his
back, heartbeat thundering and ears roaring, breathing laboured.

   As their breathing returned to normal, Dylan turned to her, kissed her
tenderly, Louise gently stroking his face as she kissed him back, smiling
as he touched her nose with his fingertip.

   "thank you Soldier-boy, where did you get that from?" she asked him
teasingly.

   "I'm a British soldier; we have special training!" he said, and smiled.
After a while he chuckled quietly.  "What?" said Louise.

   "Did you see the look on poor Jane's face when you swore at her?  I
thought she was going to have a haemorrhage!  She looked like a chicken
trying to lay a square egg!" he chuckled, and Louise giggled guiltily.  "I
was wrong, I know.  I'll call her tomorrow, see if I can apologise!"

   +++

   They spent Sunday in bed, resting, playing, watching television, Louise
enjoying her weekend, knowing she had a heavy week coming up.  By evening,
Dylan was getting restless.

   "Come on , Lou, get some clothes on, I feel like buying my girl a drink,
we've been cooped-up in here 24 hours now, I need to stretch-out a bit,
that pub was nice, I'll treat you.  Last chance for a treat, darlin', I
need to start job-hunting tomorrow, call that number Johnnie Walker gave
me, see what happens!"

   As they stepped out to the car, once again the feeling of déjà vu hit
Dylan, that sense of something of familiar.  He stopped and looked around
carefully, analysing his surroundings, his mind placing familiar objects
and landmarks, trying to see what it was he was seeing, remembering a black
car outside yesterday, and the day before that, and somewhere else.  Why
was he remembering that car?  What was it about the car that was spooking
him?  He tried looking at it sideways, certain he could see someone inside,
and turned to look at it full on, making as though to cross the road.  The
car pulled away from the kerb and sped away as soon as he stepped in its
direction.  What the fuck is going on here?  Was he under surveillance? 
Why?  He had no more military value, why would anyone want to keep tabs on
him?

   Shaking his head, he walked back round the car and climbed in.

   "Something wrong, Dyl?" asked Louise, and he shook his head.  "No,
just...odd, I dunno, probably nothing..."

   They arrived at the pub and parked up, Dylan sweeping the road up, and
down, half expecting to see that same car parked there.  "Get a grip, lad!"
he told himself, going inside.  As he went in, the black car crept around
the corner and parked across the road.

   They ordered their drinks and went into the saloon bar, to sit at a
booth, and were chatting and laughing when Louise noticed two men on the
other side of the bar looking at her and sniggering to each other, and when
one of them caught her eye, he raised his glass to her and blew her a kiss.
She immediately looked away, not liking the way he was staring at her.

   "Dylan, drink up, let's go, please!" she whispered to him.  He caught
the urgent note in her voice, saw the worried look in her eyes, noted the
way her glance flicked at the two men across the bar who were now staring
openly, insolently at her.

   One of the two grinned at Dylan, and sauntered over, put his beer glass
down on the table between them, and leered into Dylan's face, blowing a
gust of beer breath over him.

   "She's a pretty one, mate, she any good, you know..." and he pantomimed
sucking a large penis.  Dylan's arm moved like a striking snake, his hand
enveloping the man's scrotum in a vice-like grip, standing in the same move
to curl his free hand around his head as he gasped in pain, grabbing the
man's face with his thumb in the corner of his eye.

   "Make another move, and you get to wear a patch like mine, fuck-face,
the only difference between us will be, I'll still have my eyeball.  Now do
you want to walk away, or do you want to be a eunuch with a white stick?"
asked Dylan, almost conversationally.

   "So...So...Sorry, mate, it...was...all...  a...misunderstanding...shit!

   Dylan let go of him, watching him hobble away curled over in pain.

   "Dyl, let's go, the landlord's called the police, we have to leave!"
hissed Louise, dragging him towards the exit.  As they hurried out they
heard the sound of a police siren in the distance.  Just then the black
saloon that had been shadowing them earlier screeched up to them, and a
door popped open.

   "Get in Dylan, move it!" ordered a voce from inside, and Dylan pushed
Louise inside, slid in and slammed the door as the car wheeled away from
the kerb.  He looked back to see the lights of a police car coming around
the corner behind them as they drove away at normal urban speed, doing
nothing to attract attention.

   "Thank you, and who are you and how do you know my name?" asked Dylan,
"In a minute, Dylan, just got to make a pickup, couple of friends of
mine..."

   They rounded a corner, and another, and Dylan realised they were
approaching the pub again, from a different direction, two familiar looking
characters waiting by the kerb; the two men from the bar.

   As the car pulled up, one of the men jumped in the front passenger seat,
the other climbed into the back; the man Dylan had manhandled in the bar.

   The driver of the car spoke up.  "Dylan, I'd like you to meet Sergeant
'Mitch' Miller, and up front here, Corporal 'Scotty' Moore, they work for
me." The two grinned at him, shaking hands and winking at Louise.  He went
on.  "My name is Mike Bruce, and I used to be with your mob, until an
injury put me out; ditto Mitch and Scotty.  Johnnie Walker told me about
you, I hear he gave you my number, but I thought I'd look you up first. 
I'm pleased to finally meet you!"

   Dylan was a little confused.  "If you wanted to meet me, why not just
call me, why all the theatrics in there just now?"

   Matt laughed.  "Dylan, we look over all the prospects we hear about,
evaluate them before we ask them to come and work with us - fewer than one
in thirty gets an offer; we had to see whether you were one of the
thoughtful, restrained ones, or one of the kill-crazy loonies who get
turfed-out of the mob these days, the ones who get to like the job a little
too much; a lot of those guys end up as merc's working in Nigeria or The
Congo, or causing fucking mayhem in Central America; they're welcome to
them, I don't need head-cases like that."

   Dylan was beginning to understand he'd just had a job interview, but for
what?

   "Look...Mike, I'm a little slow on the uptake today, so could you tell
me just what the fuck you're talking about?  What prospects?  For what?  A
job?  Where?"

   The car pulled-up outside the flat, parked-up and Mike, Louise and Dylan
got out.  They trooped into the sitting room, and Dylan asked Mike to take
a seat, he and Louise sitting on the sofa.

   "First off, let me introduce myself properly.  My name is Michael Bruce,
formerly Captain Michael Bruce, 22 SAS.  I now work in a middle-eastern
country for a company that manages all their well-heads, pipelines,
drilling rigs, gas platforms and refineries.  The country in question is
one of the biggest oil producers in the world, and their petroleum industry
is their sole national revenue stream, so they demand the best protection
possible for their production facilities; this is where people like me come
in."

   "We provide consultancy and damage limitation, as there are numerous
other states and individuals who would love to see the world's crude oil
prices rise if our client's output falters for any reason.  I need people
like you; people who know exactly how to cause the kind of trouble we have
to be most vigilant against, who can think on their feet, remain calm,
collected, and in control."

   "If you decide to throw in with us, your primary role would be to out-
think and second-guess those who would seek to disrupt the flow of
petroleum - it's that highly-trained tactical brain of yours we need, and
we will pay well for it.  I heard what happened on that patrol, how you
were blinded, but you still managed to locate the enemy position and return
fire by hearing alone, you let your training do the thinking when it needed
to, and it's that kind of control we need.

   All of our consultants are, like me, Mitch or Scotty, ex-Special Forces;
the training and mental preparations they have been though makes people
like them, like yourself, ideal for the job, and very valuable assets, and
we pay them a great deal of money to do that job properly.  We even have a
few ex-Spetzatz, and a couple of your old SEAL friends from Oman signed-up,
so you won't be completely stranded among strangers."

   Dylan was in a whirl; he was being offered a chance to work in a role he
could actually excel in, utilise all that special training.  There was one
thing, though.

   "How did you know where I was, I mean, I only stepped off the plane at
Wooton Basset a couple of days ago...?

   Mike grinned.  "We've been watching you for a while now, Dylan; people
like you are always of interest to people like me, and my employers. 
You've been investigated and under surveillance since the day after your
return off that patrol, and I've been getting detailed progress and
evaluation reports on you since.  Don't ask me how; just accept that we
have our sources too!"

   Johnnie Walker, of course...

   Dylan was curious what the job entailed, and how much he would be paid,
questions Matt was happy to answer.

   "The job is as I described it; to avert disruption of the flow of
petroleum by any and all means at your disposal short of actual armed
involvement; we have people for that...

   You will be based in-kingdom, on a three-month on, one-month off rolling
deployment, which gives you 3 months at home a year, with all flights back
to wherever you consider home; here, I would guess.  Initial tax-free
salary is fifteen hundred US Dollars a week, paid offshore, if you throw in
with us we will set that up for you, rising to up to twenty-five hundred a
week, depending on the assignments you carry out, as some of those
deployments may well be in other parts of the world where we also operate
in a similar role; accommodation and food is provided in the company's own
hardened compounds, and a maintenance allowance of five hundred dollars
cash a week is also paid.  All vehicles are provided; you will be assigned
one for your personal use.  I would seriously consider this offer, Dylan,
we need you and your skills, you need a job and a solid income if you plan
on getting married anytime soon, and yes, we know about your situation with
your sister here, we can resolve that for both of you."

   Dylan was suddenly wary.  "What do you mean 'resolve'?"

   Mike grinned.  "We have ways of making sure that Dylan Lewis suddenly
becomes provably no relation to Louise Lewis and completely free to marry
her.  Think it over, old chap; we need you, and you need us!  Plus, Louise
is planning a career in the medical field.  We also need doctors,
Med-techs, specialists, and we pay them well.  If you throw in with us, we
would look with great interest at a spouse who also has exactly the type of
support skills and knowledge was need, and is willing to train further at
some of the most advanced medical facilities in the world.  Are you
interested?"

   Dylan couldn't help but ask the question.  "So Mike, the fact that
Louise is my sister doesn't cause you any...?

   Mike grinned.  "Dylan, if my sister weighed 200lbs less and had a
shorter moustache I might have tried it on with her!  Your Louise is a real
looker, so no, no problem there!"

   Dylan looked at Louise for guidance.  Her eyes were shining, and a small
smile twitched at the corners of her mouth.

   "Um Mike, would you excuse us for a moment, we just want to..." said
Dylan, standing up and ushering Louise towards the bedroom.

   "By all means, Dylan, talk about it, please, I'll be happy to wait!"

   Dylan carefully closed the door.  "Lou, what do you think?  If I took
this I'll be away for 90 days at a time; how do you feel about that?"

   Louise smiled.  "Dyl, if you take this you'll also be home for three
months of the year, every year, and to be honest, from next year you'll
hardly see me, that's when the hospital rounds and night lectures start, so
you might only cross paths with me now and then.  This is better than the
army; you get guaranteed leave, at home, so I say take it!  If you don't,
what are you going to do, be a security guard?  All that training, wasted.
I think this is what you need, and I'm not going anywhere!"

   They walked back out again, and Dylan stuck out his hand.  "OK Mike,
show me where I sign!"

   +++

   April 16, 2008

   Louise waited nervously in her scholastic cap and gown, queuing with the
rest of the graduating class.  She scanned the crowd of parents and
families of the graduating medical students, trying to see Dylan, but
couldn't spot him anywhere.  At last her group were called to the podium,
and as she filed past and received her degree, she looked, in vain, but
still no Dylan.  After the speeches were all over, and the new graduates
filed down and out to meet the proud families, she was left with a feeling
of anti-climax.  Her big day, and he hadn't come.  As she blinked back the
tears, she heard a soft voice behind her.

   "Congratulations, Lou!"

   She spun around, and there stood Harry and Jane, smiling, Jane's lip
quivering as she smiled shyly.

   "Uncle Harry, Aunty Jane...you came, I didn't think...!" she stuttered,
close to tears again

   Jane hugged her gently.  "Did you really think we'd miss this day?  You
were our little girl, even if it was only for a little while, and we
couldn't let you have this day without telling you how proud we are of you!
Rydw i mor falch iawn ohonoch chi, gariad!" (I'm so very proud of you,
sweetheart!)

   Harry stepped up and hugged her too, murmuring "Well done, Louise, we
are so proud of you, and happy for you and Dylan!"

   She looked at him in surprise.  "Do you mean...?"

   Harry looked closely at her.  "As long as you love him, and he loves
you, nothing else matters.  I was wrong, and I apologise.  Just be happy,
Lou, you and Dylan!"

   Louise's tears started then.  "I'm so sorry, for what I said, I..!"

   Harry hugged her close again.  "It's OK, Lou; words said in anger should
never be the last word.  It's gone now, just enjoy your day, after all,
look at you, our little girl's a doctor now!"

   Louise grinned back.  "Well, not quite, but..."

   "Louise!  I say, Louise!"

   Looking around she saw Mike Bruce and Mitch Miller smiling at her.

   "Congratulations Louise, Dylan sends his love; he got stuck in Brunei,
tropical storm grounded his flight, so we came to be here for you, and to
bring you these."

   He offered her a package, and she pulled out a wad of papers and a new
passport.

   "This is your marriage certificate, and your passport showing your
change of status.  You and Dylan were married last week in church in a
small village Brittany, all the parish records reflect that, and here's a
letter of congratulation from the mayor!"

   She gaped at him.

   "You need your marriage certificate if you're going to travel to the
middle-east to live with your husband, you know!" he grinned.

   "Also there is your Student registration for Sheikh Faid Ibn Faroudh
University Medical School, where you'll be studying cardio-thoracic
surgery, which I understand was your chosen speciality, your visa, work
permit, and your employee registration certificate.  You and your husband
now officially work for us.  Congratulations on your wedding, it was really
lovely, I only wish you'd been there to see it!"

   She was still gaping when they led her to the large black MPV parked
away from the rest of the car park, Jane and Harry walking with them.

   "We're going direct to Heathrow, you'll be with Dylan in about 9 hours,
I just got a message that he's arrived back in Jeddah and he's waiting for
us at the compound, we have a flight waiting, and all your personal effects
have been packed and crated for shipping.  Your penalty for relinquishing
your flat early is paid, and your personal effects here are...ah, there
they are.  So let's go!"

   Louise was in a whirl.  "You mean everything is...done?  Just like
that?"

   Mike grinned at her.  "Remember how I told you five years ago that we
look kindly on spouses who's skills suit our needs?  Well you are going to
be a very useful asset, just like Dylan, and we'll be paying you a
commensurate salary while you finish your training.  Oh, and almost
forgot..." he handed her a small package.  "Dylan picked this out for you
in Singapore, I hope you like it."

   She opened it and inside was a diamond-inset wedding band.

   "You'll need to wear that when we go through Immigration.  Once the
formalities are over, the guys will be throwing throw you a proper wedding
reception at the compound; these big special-forces types are all just big
softies really, so try and looked properly surprised!"

   Jane hugged her tightly.  "Off you go now, go on, he's waiting for you!"
she smiled, tears in her eyes, and Harry did likewise, kissing her forehead
and hugging her for a moment.

   "Come home one day, Lou, both of you, just remember, wherever you are,
your home's here too, and it'll always be waiting for our kids if they need
it.  Now off you go, Dylan's waiting!"

   +++

   The plane touched down in Jeddah, and they quickly cleared Immigration,
Louise answering questions about her husband to reassure the officials that
she really was married, and when Mike escorted her through the gate, there
was Dylan, her husband, at last.

   He smiled as walked up to her, tears in his eyes, reached out and gently
stroked her face.

   "Hi Soldier Doll, what took you so long?" was all he said, but it was
enough, all she needed to hear from her Soldier Man.  Tears started in her
eyes.

   "Hello Soldier, looking for a good time?" she smiled back at him through
the tears running down her cheeks, her world complete at last.

   to be continued....
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