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 Title: Soldier Doll Ch.  03


Summary: Louise & Dylan finally come full circle.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Louise sat down in the cafeteria with a sigh of relief; her rotation was
over, she could look forward to a whole 7 days of sleeping late, slobbing
around, and ambushing Dylan as soon as he got back later today or tomorrow;
definitely her favourite pastime!

   She was currently seconded from the company medical facility to the
Cardio-vascular unit in the hospital in Jeddah at the request of the
client, who needed a competent cardio surgeon, and the company, ever
mindful of their need to keep the client sweet, had promptly loaned her out
to the hospital so they could advertise their competence in bypass surgery.
She drank her coffee appreciatively; whatever else was wrong with this
place, they made the best coffee in the world, that was for sure.

   She stretched and groaned, her beautiful face drawn and tired, her
glorious bronze hair lank and tired-looking; four CABG's in a row, she felt
like her legs were going to fall off after eleven hours straight in the OR.
If only these people would eat healthily, she mused, instead of wolfing
down salt-laden processed food, burgers, grease-soaked stodgy pizza's, lamb
apparently basted in its own cholesterol, and sugar in crippling amounts,
every single one of them eating themselves into an early grave.  Two of the
grafts she'd done had been bypassing Coronary Arteries she could barely
manoeuvre out of the way, they were so stiffly congested and distended. 
Every one of the cases she had come to so far had done this to themselves,
she should have specialised in Ortho, at least she wouldn't spend all day
grubbing around inside rich fat slobs who'd opted for the 'death by burger'
route to end their lives early.  Doing this day after day had given her a
definite interest in the vegetarian option...

   Two hands slipped over her eyes, and a voice whispered hoarsely in her
ear "Hello little girl, anyone ever tell you, you've got really nice tits?"

   She reached behind her and slapped Dylan's leg, before pulling him down
to kiss him soundly.

   "I golli chi!  Pan wnaethoch chi ddod yn ôl?  (I missed you!  When did
you get back?) she whispered, enjoying the feel of his arms around her
again after almost three months on deployment in Warri, in Nigeria,
beefing-up the security arrangements for oil operations in the Niger Delta
region.

   "I got in several hours ago, you were in the OR, so I caught-up on
paperwork, did some drugs, picked up some pretty boys...!"

   She slapped him again, and pulled him in again for another kiss,
uncaring that the other doctors and nurses looked on disapprovingly; she
was fed up with this place, and its ridiculous taboos, and restrictions on
women, and the smug, 'thank you Allah for making me a man' attitude of
every single local male doctor, nurse, orderly, market trader and
donkey-drover.  She was fed up with being marginalised and talked-down to
by male nurses and orderlies; she was the cardio-thoracic surgeon, the one
actually doing the life-saving here, but she still had to ask permission of
the male nurse in the OR to remove her hijab to put on a scrub-hat, and
that had finally driven her to think "What the fuck, I don't need this
medieval shit, I want to go home; I'm done!" hence her indifference to the
stares and glares of the locals when she kissed her husband in public.

   "Drugs?  I don't believe you for one second.  Pretty boys, now...!" she
grinned, and Dylan grinned back, gently pinching her leg as he nibbled her
neck.

   "Come on Lou, I've been gone three months, even the riggers were
starting to look cute, I want to play!" he whispered in her ear, making her
flush and smile happily; he may have been a seasoned anti-terrorism
'consultant', and an ex-combat soldier, one of the SAS elite, but she was
so glad he was also, at heart, a horny teenager with an endlessly inventive
mind and absolutely no inhibitions...

   Taking her hand, he led her away, dismissing the frowns and disapproving
looks with a challenging, "fuck you" grin as he openly adjusted his crotch
a la Michael Jackson, making the women gasp in outrage and hurriedly look
away.  They took the lift down to the lower parking garage, where Dylan had
parked his company-issue armoured Toyota Land-Cruiser, and opened the door
to let her climb in.

   As he handed her in, he changed his mind and pulled her back out and
held her up, kissing her as hard as he dared, his arms tightly locked
around her waist.  Louise hung there kissing him for a second or two,
alternating between need for the taste of her man, and laughing and
giggling at her predicament, suspended in mid-air while he kissed her
crazily.

   While they were thus engaged, there was a sudden shout in Arabic, and a
security guard appeared, obviously offended and angry at this public
display of affection in a deserted parking garage.  Dylan winked at Louise
and put her down, and turned to face the skinny man weighed down with the
enormous pistol strapped to his leg, amusedly assessing the angry look and
wondering how best to brush him off.

   The guard started shouting about 'Western sluts' in Arabic, clearly
furious that Dylan and Louise had indulged in public affection, a heinous
crime in local eyes, while Dylan stood with his arms folded, a small,
sardonic smile playing around his lips.

   The little man stopped to take a breath, and Dylan smiled as insultingly
as he could and said softly "Have you finished?  Good, now piss off!" in
Arabic.

   The man goggled, his face darkening as started to tug his pistol out of
the holster.  It was a Browning Hi-Power, and judging by the state of it,
it was from the 1940's or 50's, which was probably the last time it had
been given a thorough clean.  It looked huge in his small hand, and he
struggled to tug the 2lb pistol out.  Dylan grinned and stepped closer,
grabbing his hand and yanking the pistol away from him, slapping him across
the face and sending him sprawling on the ground as he lifted the pistol.

   Dylan grinned mirthlessly, and leaned down to speak to him.

   "You were going to shoot me for telling you to go away?  That was
foolish, and now I have your gun.  You should pray to Allah and unburden
yourself of your sins now before I send you to join him!" he told him in
Arabic, watching his expression as the rage and shame at being slapped in
front of a woman changed to terror as he realised his predicament.

   Dylan slipped the magazine out of the butt, and worked the slide to
eject any live rounds that may have been in the breech.  One round sprang
out and tinkled on the concrete.  Dylan looked at him in astonishment.

   "You walk around with a live round in the breech and the safety off? 
Perhaps if it had gone off and blown your balls off it would have taught
you a valuable lesson!  How will you explain to your prophet that you
mutilated yourself through your own stupidity, and how will you pleasure
your 72 houri's in Paradise when you arrive there with no dick?"

   The guard stared at the floor, trembling in abject terror; he'd tried to
frighten a man who didn't frighten, and he was going to pay with his life.

   "Stand up, you!" ordered Dylan as he threw the pistol over the guard
rail into the shrubbery four floors below, pumped all the rounds out of the
magazine and threw them over as well, and kicked the magazine as far along
the floor as he could, out of sight under one of the other cars parked
there.

   "You slapped me!" whined the guard, and Dylan glanced at him, shutting
him up again.

   "I slapped you because you are not enough of a man for me to kill you
like one.  You insulted my wife, and you attempted to kill me.  That gives
me the right to kill you, in any way I choose, you foolish man.  Now you
will beg her forgiveness properly, or I will take you into the desert, and
I will come back alone.  Do you understand?"

   The man nodded rapidly, and turned to Louise, his eyes averted.

   "Ana asefa, hal ta'gh'fireeni!" (I am sorry, please forgive me!) he
whined, trembling, his eyes downcast.

   Louise looked away from him and said "Rooh, rooh!" (Go away!),
contemptuously flicking her hand at him in a gesture of dismissal, and
watched as he scuttled away, trying to find where his weapon had gone.

   Dylan climbed in the Landcruiser and backed out of the space, giving the
hapless guard a beep as they drove past him.  He looked at Louise and
murmured "I've had enough of this fucking place, God, it's a shit-hole...!"

   "Dyl, what happens if he tells someone what happened just now?" asked
Louise, and Dylan grinned.

   "He won't; he got slapped in front of a woman and had to beg her for his
life; plus, he's never going to find all those rounds; when he came on duty
they would have made him sign for the rounds in the magazine, and they'll
count them when he goes off-duty.  When they find there's a shortage
they're going to assume he gave it to an accomplice to commit a crime, and
this time tomorrow he's gonna be face down on a mattress in a police cell
while a big sergeant "questions" him thoroughly!"

   "How do you know he'll come up short?" asked Louise, trying not to grin,
her laughter pealing out when he grinned and showed her one of the rounds
concealed in his hand.

   "But supposing he does report us?" she persisted, and Dylan grinned
hugely.

   "Baby-Girl, our friend has bigger problems than reporting me for giving
him a bitch-slap; I think I can state with no fear of contradiction that
becoming anal-retentive is something he'll never have to worry about!"

   Louise had been turning over what he'd said earlier, and decided to ask
him outright.

   "Dyl, if I said I was done with this place too, that I wanted to go
home, what would you say?"

   Dylan smiled and reached over the gear stick to pull her a little
closer.

   "Funny you should say that..."

   ++++

   When they got back to the compound, Mike Bruce was waiting for them, a
big grin on his face.

   "Louise, I see our man of the moment has his priorities in order, come
and see me when you've relaxed a little, both of you, and, uh...take your
time, it's been three months!"

   Louise blushed scarlet as she realised he was talking about...her and
Dylan...!"

   "Oh God, Dyl, does everyone know what we're going to do?" she whispered,
and Dylan grinned back.

   "Darling wife of mine, I've been away three months, in the hottest,
sweatiest, grimmest shit-hole this planet has to offer, fending off
Islamist loonies, local thieves, government crooks, wannabe pirates,
hijackers, slavers, drug-dealers, gun-runners, and various assorted local
scumbags, trash and 'freedom fighters', setting up guard positions,
pipeline inspection and protection teams, long hours and no you, so yeah,
everyone here's got a pretty good idea; you're the only company wife who
works here, on the Cute Wife scale of one to ten you're about 47, and
they're all big, butch, horny, hairy guys, so no, they're not going to
believe for one instant we're spending our first night together in three
months playing Yahtzee!"

   Louise laughed, feeling relieved that his sense of humour was still as
fresh and cheerfully vulgar as when he was a schoolboy.  Seven years out
here hadn't changed him in the slightest, and she was profoundly grateful
for that; this place had a habit of chewing up fresh-meat, the new blokes
who came in positive they could do the job, and she'd seen them crumble as
the reality relentlessly wore them down; long hours, no family, none of the
amenities they were used to in their home countries, just about everything
they took for granted at home either not available or strictly illegal. 
The turnover rate was astronomical, fully 85% of new intake were gone
within the year, unable to stand the constant heat and ever-present dust,
the lack of social life, the 24/7 lifestyle, lack of amenities, and lack of
women, just work, work, and more work.

   Dylan thrived under these conditions; it was like his whole life had
been optimizing him for just this role, and he'd been here seven years now,
longer than almost anyone; only the core team had been here longer, and he
was now a de-facto member of that core team, one of the elite amongst the
cadre of specialists the company employed to keep the oil flowing at all
costs.  Dylan and his team worked long, hard hours, earned spectacular
amounts of money, and came home to salt it away for the day when the fun
had to stop.

   Today was the first time she'd ever heard him express a negative emotion
about the job or this place, but she guessed he'd started picking up that
vibe from her, that she didn't want to remain shut-away here forever in
this sweltering isolated corner of the world.

   As they walked in the door of their apartment, Dylan kicked the door
shut and slid his hands up inside her scrubs top, making her shriek and
giggle as he cupped her firm, tea-cup breasts, her nipples hardening
instantly into two stiff points.

   "Hello girls, I missed you!" he murmured into her neck as Louise reached
behind to hold his neck, pushing her bum back against the prominent bulge
she could feel in his CS95 trousers and grinding him into the cleft between
her cheeks.

   Dylan responded by pulling her hard against him, rubbing his bulging
cock against her; she in turn sighed and murmured into his ear as he bit
and nibbled her neck.

   "Oh yes, Dyl, oh yes, do that, oh, that's nice, do it again!" she
whispered as he rubbed and rolled and squeezed her nipples, making waves of
pleasure ripple through her, finally beaching in her pussy, her labia
becoming tender and moist as they began to swell from the manipulation of
her sensitive nipples.

   Now he slid his hand down into the waistband of the blue scrubs pants,
running his finger momentarily over the smooth cotton of her taut panties,
before sliding his hand inside them, and giving a short, "Ooh!" as his
fingers encountered only smooth bare skin where he'd expected to find her
silky pubic hair.

   "You shaved, that's nice, was it for me?" he murmured, nibbling her ear
and making her giggle.

   "You wish!  It's for the Pool Boy, it's his favourite look...!" she
teased, and Dylan nibbled harder and slid a finger between her lips, making
her gasp as he rubbed lightly against her clitoris, sudden pleasurable
sensation shooting through her and making her sag against him as her knees
buckled.

   Dylan spun her round and slid his hands down the back of her scrubs and
into her panties, to cup and squeeze her taut cheeks as he pulled her
close, kissing her properly for the first time as his fingers lightly
rubbed and massaged her tight little rosebud.  Her hands clasped his head
tightly as she kissed him back with three months pent-up need.

   He began sliding her scrubs down, but she wriggled out of his grasp.

   "No Dyl, I need a shower, really, I've been knee-deep in chest cavities
all day, I reek of Hibiscrub, antiseptic, and innards, and my hair is
starting to move by itself, I feel all yuk, give me 10 minutes, OK?"

   Dylan grinned and nodded and kissed her again, noticing for the first
time a certain...medical...component to her usual scent of shower soap and
shampoo.

   "You're right Lou, you do seem a little aromatic!  10 minutes, then I'm
dragging you out, finished or not!  I have needs, wench!"

   Louise grabbed and squeezed his balls lightly, making him gasp as she
grinned minxily.

   "You're all talk; in ten minutes you better have a big present for me or
I'm hauling the Pool-Boy in here!"

   Well before the 10 minutes was up, Louise was out, towelled-off and
sitting on the bed drying her hair, while Dylan lay back under the covers,
watching her closely.

   Suddenly he reached over, took the dryer from her and grinned.

   "Okay, that'll do, you're dry enough for me!"

   So saying, he slid her back to him, Louise rolling over so she was
facing him, looking searchingly into his eyes and examining his face
carefully.  So far, there were no stress indicators, no tightening of the
facial muscles that indicated long-term stress or exhaustion; he really
seemed to be the same Dylan, and she felt a wave of relief roll over her.
He wasn't suffering from the kind of shell-shock she'd seen so many of the
newbie's succumb to, the job hadn't gotten to him yet, and there was no
sign of the mythical '1,000 yard stare' she'd heard so much about but had
never seen.

   Dylan was still just Dylan, happy, cheerful, horny, devil-may-care, and
still hers.  His eye looked relatively normal now, his habitual squint gone
now that the ocular implant was doing so much to correct his blurred and
dimmed vision, so much so that he didn't need or wear the eye-patch
anymore.

   However, Dylan now suffered from Nyactalopia, Night Blindness, an
unavoidable side-effect of the ocular implant surgery to increase the
refractive capability of his damaged retina in normal light.  Louise dosed
him regularly with Vitamin A to boost his Rhodopsin levels, but it was no
cure, just a stop-gap.  Dylan was just happy he didn't have to wear that
ridiculous, sinister-looking eye-patch any more, even though Louise thought
that, with the eye patch and the network of thread-like white scars on his
left cheek that stood out clearly against his tanned face, he looked
buccaneering, battle-scarred and romantic.  Still, the red line across the
white of his left eye, and the tendency for his ocular implant to reflect
light like a cat's eyes at night was sufficiently intimidating for would be
troublemakers to back down when he looked directly at them.

   His hands slid down her back, to clasp her bottom tightly and pull the
cheeks apart, making her gasp and giggle, while the same devilment she'd
always seen danced happily in his eyes; she knew that of old, it meant he
was up to something, usually something that made her sweaty, breathless,
and hot!

   Dylan rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was now lying on
him, her knees on either side of his torso, and his solid erection trapped
between the two of them.  Louise grinned and gently rolled from side to
side, massaging his cock, making him gasp and groan softly.  Dylan lifted
his head, and Louise dipped down, their lips meeting as his hands roamed
over her taut bum, squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart, sliding his
fingers along her swelling labia, and rubbing her tender rosebud with the
side of his thumb.

   Grinning happily, Louise lifted up to take hold of his cock, rubbing it
along the dampness seeping from her slit, before slowly sliding herself
down on him.

   Dylan gasped as her damp heat enveloped him, her pussy tight and
delightful, and he had to seriously damp himself down to not come
immediately as the sensations in his cock threatened to overwhelm him. 
Louise also gasped as he stretched her open again, three months of need
finally being satisfied as his solid seven inches of thick cock invaded her
hot tightness.

   Dylan arched his back as he drove slowly into her, finally
bottoming-out, listening to her gasp in pleasure as he bored into her
depths.  She reared up, her hands on his midriff, and began to slide
herself up and down on him, grinding her clitoris into him as she pumped,
bringing herself on.

   Almost immediately those old feelings began to race and shudder through
her; three months was a long time, and she'd been thinking about this
moment for a long time now.  As she thought of how he was pleasuring her,
the first feather touches of orgasm began to make themselves felt, her
nerve endings beginning to thrill and sing, and as she pumped, they built
into an unstoppable wave crashing through her.

   Louise threw her head back as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever
experienced ripped through her, electricity blasting out of every nerve
ending, her eyesight blurring and her ears popping with the force of it. 
She shuddered and quaked on top of Dylan, her hands clenched tightly in his
as she screamed in release, her vagina clamping down on him like a vice as
she rode the waves of intense, shuddering pleasure as they surged through
her again and again.

   At last the searing pleasure gave way to aftershocks quivering in her,
and she slumped forward, her hair a sweet-smelling net over Dylan's face as
she leaned over him, only willpower holding her upright as her chest heaved
from the force and speed of her orgasm.  Dylan leaned up and nipped her
nipples between his teeth, making her gasp, then pulled her down to lie on
top of him, her heart thudding against his chest.

   Eventually her breathing slowed, as did her heartbeat, and she raised
herself up on her elbows to smile down on him.

   "Fy duw a oedd yn dda!" (God, that was good!) she grinned, dipping down
to catch his bottom lip between her teeth.  Dylan responded by sliding his
hands down to cup her taut, silky backside, his finger brushing her rosebud
and making her start and quiver.

   "I bet i yn gwybod beth rydych ei eisiau nawr!" I bet I know what you
want now!) she grinned, nibbling his lip some more as his fingers continued
to circle and gently prod her tight pucker.  Dylan rolled over again, now
Louise was under him, and he rested with his weight on his elbows, sliding
his forearms under her back to push her nipples up invitingly.  Dylan took
one nipple in his mouth, gently scraping the erect nub with his teeth,
drawing a gasp and a wriggle from Louise as the sensation rocketed round
her system.  She involuntarily clamped her pussy around his still bone-hard
cock, making him gasp as well, and they continued for a while, Dylan
nibbling, sucking and chewing gently on her solidly erect nipples,
maintaining her state of arousal as evidenced by the rippling of her pussy
as she clasped him tightly.

   At last she pushed him away, to sit up and take a tube of gel lubricant
from the night stand and hand it to him with a sly grin.

   "Gwneud hyn i mi, neu a fydd i gael y Bachgen Pwll?  (Do this for me, or
shall I get the Pool Boy?)

   Dylan grinned, and pressed a good smear of the cold stuff on his
fingertip, then slowly and gently rubbed it around her tight hole, then
taking some more and pushing it up inside her, Louise gasping at the
sensation.  Dylan slid one finger into her, followed by another, loosening
her up for what was coming.  At last, she decided that enough was enough.

   "Come on, big boy, do things to me, make me howl!" she grinned, lying
back and pulling her knees up to her chest.  Dylan looked down at her anus,
gaping open for him, and hurriedly smeared a last finger of lubricant over
the head of his cock, before shuffling forward to push against the tight
ring of her anus.

   Slowly he slid in, Louise gasping with the feeling of his thick cock
sliding into her tight little anus, then suddenly the head popped past the
ring, which clamped down on his shaft.  Louise gave a yelp and lay back,
gasping.

   "Yn araf, gariad, mewn gwirionedd yn araf, os gwelwch yn dda!" (Slowly,
sweetheart, really slowly, please!) she muttered, Dylan easing back and
waiting for her signal when she was ready for more.

   Louise nodded, and he began sliding in slowly, watching her closely,
until he was buried to the hilt in her tightly clasping rectum, his cock
twitching as he fought the urge to just plunge in and out of her like a
wild man.  As he began to slide back out, her eyes slammed open.

   "Oh God, yes, like that Dyl, oh yesss, Christ I missed this, oh that's
so good!" she groaned, pushing herself back against him, raising up to meet
his thrusts as he plunged back into her.  Back and forth they went, Dylan
speeding up as his need to orgasm began to grow, Louise pumping back
against him, lost in the feel of this raw, primitive sex she'd missed so
much for so long, enjoying the feel of her man inside her where he
belonged, her husband, her brother, her only lover.

   Dylan came explosively, his cock swelling to wedge inside the suddenly
too-tight confines of her rectum, filling her completely as the hot spunk
blasted out of him, painting her bowels with his thick, creamy sperm. 
Three months of pent-up need exploded inside the woman he loved, his
younger sister, now his wife, and the one woman in the world who meant
everything to him.  He seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of sperm,
pulse after pulse bulleting out of him, as though he was somehow filling
her with himself, giving her his seed as his symbol of his overwhelming
love for her.

   His orgasm triggered her own, and Louise screamed in release as another
powerful, mind-shattering orgasm pulsed and crashed through her, the
nearness of her man and the feel of his seed in her body exciting her like
nothing else ever could, and pulling pleasure out of her like she could
never imagine.

   At last Dylan finished ejaculating, his muscles strained and trembling
from the exertion and sheer physical, mental, and emotional overload he was
experiencing from being once again united with his sister-bride, their two
years of marriage feeling like two weeks.  Coming home to her always felt
like the start of the honeymoon.  Dylan adored his wife, and loved her with
a depth and passion he would find impossible to explain or understand; all
he knew was that Louise felt the same about him, and that knowledge excited
and inspired him like nothing else could, igniting sexual fires that leaped
hot and all-consuming in both of them.

   With a groan, he slumped down, his shrinking penis slowly sliding from
her, Louise gasping as even that made mini-orgasms chase through her,
making her heart hammer and her chest heave anew as she fought for breath.

   When she finally caught her breath, she turned to see Dylan smiling
gently at her.  She reached out to touch his face as he did the same to
her, making them both smile; they were still so in tune with each other
that they both felt the same things at the same time.  Dylan grinned as he
traced the line of her jaw, touching her chin and gently touching her lips
before sweeping her hair out of her eyes and pulling her closer.

   "Dylan, if I ask you something, will you promise to think about it, and
not think me selfish?" she asked him apprehensively, her bottom lip
quivering slightly.

   "Whatever you want to ask, you know I'll always listen to you, gariad!"
he smiled.

   She took a deep breath.

   "Dyl, I want us to go home; not a holiday, permanently.  I want to walk
barefoot on freshly-cut grass and smell it as I walk, I want to get lost
with you in the corn maze at Llangollen, and attend Eisteddfod and listen
to the harpists and bards.  I want to travel in a narrow-boat over the
Pontcysyllte Aqueduct, I want to see the lake at Bala, and I want to picnic
at Virnwy and watch the windsurfers on the lake.  I want to buy dressed
crab straight off the fishing boats in Barmouth, and see the snow on Caer
Caradoc, and eat Lava Bread and Bara Brith on Christmas morning.  I want to
watch Cardiff Met play Bangor at Cardiff Arms Park on New Year's Day and
sing 'Men of Harlech' and 'Land Of Our Fathers' with everyone else before
the match starts, I want to make babies with you, in Wales, like we talked
about, and stay there and watch them grow up in their own country, and
listen to them speak Cymraeg with their friends.  Take me home, gariad,
please..."

   Dylan saw the tears in her eyes, heard the longing in her voice, and
knew that it wasn't just homesickness; Louise had had enough; she needed
the rolling hills, blue seas and ancient white beaches of Ceredigion and
Cardigan Bay, the upland meadows of Bala dotted with white sheep, the
steep, lonely, green hills and soughing woodlands of Merioneth, the
fairyland grottoes of the frozen cascades of Betwys-Y-Coed in the dead of
winter, the stark black and white peaks of Yr Wyddfa, Mount Snowdon, on a
crisp winter morning, potent, haunting symbols and memories of her
homeland. As he thought of these things, a powerful wave of homesickness
washed through him as well, and he knew he needed these things too.  It was
time to go home.

   "No, baby, you're not being selfish.  I want to go home too.  I think
I've done enough here, and today was pretty much the last straw; when I
told that little dick I'd take him into the desert and kill him, right then
I meant it; that's a bad state of mind for a place like this, so I think
it's time to go.  I've got nearly $700,000 saved up from seven years of not
actually spending any of my salary, plus there's what you've got stashed
away from your job, so I think we've got enough to tide us over until we
find jobs in Britain.  I think we need to go, and soon."

   Louise looked at him, her eyes wide, brimming with unshed tears as she
thought of the home of her childhood, shopping in Newtown and Aberystwyth,
summer holidays in Abersoch, and Pwllheli, and Traeth Morfa Bychan, Black
Rock Sands, on the Llŷn Peninsula when dad had still been alive,
walking the ancient tracks of Offa's Dyke, exploring the hidden glens and
passes of the Brecon Beacons, and looking in awe and wonder at the great
castles of Harlech, Criccieth, Conwy, Builth Wells and Beaumaris, and the
magnificent Caernarfon on its hilltop, guarding the Menai Straits.

   Dylan held her close, his own emotional state suddenly almost as fragile
as hers, the ache for home almost overpowering him.  The wave of
homesickness caught him off-guard.  He'd never felt strongly about any
place they'd lived, but now Wales and the Llŷn Peninsula was calling
to him; it was home, and it was calling him back.

   "Let's do it, Lou, let's go home now!" he grinned, barely able to hold
back tears himself.

   Louise reared up over him to look deep into his eyes, seeing the truth
there, and then the tears spilled from her as she gave in to her emotions,
the wave of homesickness overwhelming her, stripping the aloof professional
surgeon away and leaving just a homesick girl behind.  Dylan pulled her
close as she cried, soothing her with soft words about their childhood in
Rhayader in the Elan valley, on the banks of the River Wye.  He reminded
her of their school days, the friends they'd shared, and then moving to
Capel Bangor in Ceredigion, West Wales, after the news about their father.
Louise listened in wonder, amazed that he'd remembered so much, he'd seemed
so disinterested as a boy, but now she knew just how much of his home he
remembered, and how clearly, and now how much he missed it too.

   When her tears abated, Dylan sat up in the bed, urging Louise up to join
him.

   "I suppose I'd better tell Mike and get this over with, and you need to
hand in your notice, too!"

   Louise grinned up at him.

   "We're really going to do this, then?"

   Dylan grinned his familiar devil-may-care grin.

   "Fuck yes, I'm done with this place, with these people, fuck 'em all!"

   As Louise stretched and smiled, her small, high breasts danced in front
of him, and without thinking, Dylan leaned forward to suck a nipple into
his mouth, making her giggle and gasp.

   "Don't start anything you can't finish, Soldier-Boy!" she smiled,
thrusting out her breasts even further, tempting and teasing him.  Dylan
took the bait, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her closer and
onto his lap, where she straddled him.

   "So what's next, Action Hero, are you going to show me some of the good
stuff?" she taunted him, her eyes challenging and her smile inviting.

   Dylan pulled her closer still, her bare pussy lips sliding over his
rapidly hardening cock, making her jump and quiver as his hands slid down
to cup and squeeze her tight, firm cheeks.  His lips and teeth played with
her nipples, making her gasp and sigh as he licked, sucked and nibbled them
into hard little bullets of flesh.

   Louise smiled as she sighed, knowing how horny and ready he was to
indulge in a little contact-sport, and she encouraged him a little by
sliding her damp labia over his solidifying cock.

   Now she leaned forward to lightly nip his bottom lip as she rose up,
allowing his cock to spring upright.  She took hold of him, and with a
satisfied grin, slid down onto his straining member, her eyes glazing as
she slid him into her moist anus, feeling him stretch her as she slowly
took him into herself again.

   Dylan pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her tightness open to ease his
entry into her, the thrill of fucking her like this always new and
exciting. Louise was gasping and hissing now, muttering to herself as she
accommodated his girth again in her tightest hole.

   "Oh yes, Dyl, yesss, like that, God I've missed this, yesss Dylan, all
of it, oh yess...!" she murmured, until he was completely seated in her,
his cock feeling like it was being squeezed tightly by a firm hand in a hot
velvet glove.  The sensation intensified as Louise began to slide up and
down on him, pleasuring herself by rubbing her swollen clit against his
lower belly as her anus pulsed and squeezed around his firmly embedded
cock. Neither one of them could hold it for long in this position, which is
why it was their favourite; the release was always shattering, the feel of
her tight rectum milking his cock absolutely out of this world.  So it
proved now; Louise began to breathe faster, her neck and throat flushing as
her climax built, and that feeling of tightness and fullness in the root of
his cock telling Dylan that it would be soon now.

   Louise pumped faster and harder against him now, her clit dragging
against his lower belly, slicking him with her juices.  The friction sent
waves of pleasure radiating through her body, making her nipples tingle as
her juices poured from her over-stimulated pussy.

   She came with a guttural moaning cry, pleasure washing over her as she
climaxed again and again.  Dylan clenched his teeth against his own moan of
pleasure, his head thrown back as his cock swelled and pumped stream after
stream of hot spunk endlessly into her tight hot rectum.  His swollen cock
jammed tight in her as he sprayed his sperm into her bowels, the feeling
intensifying her own orgasm, and Louise screamed as her orgasm peaked into
a lightning bolt of pure pleasure spiking through her and driving all
thought or rationality from her; all that remained was sensation; heat,
wet, slippery friction, and the feel of Dylan pouring himself into her.

   Louise slumped down as her orgasm peaked and then died away, senses
gradually reeling back into her as 'the little death' receded and her man
and their love for each other came back into focus.

   "God, that was amazing!" she panted, her grin all Dylan needed to know
she was back in the land of the living.

   "Every time with you is amazing, gariad!" he smiled, holding her close
against him as their hearts drummed together.

   Louise finally stirred, pushing herself upright to look searchingly into
his eyes.

   "Are you sure about going home, Soldier Boy?" she asked, "Is this really
what you want, or are you just agreeing because of me?  I know how you love
this job; I don't want you to ditch it just because of me, I'd never
forgive myself!"

   Dylan pulled her close to him, his fingers caressing her hair as he
collected his thoughts.

   "What I said earlier was true, baby-girl; I wanted to kill that little
prick, for something so trivial, so fucking pointless; he was no threat,
and I was all ramped-up to beat him to death.  More than anything, that
tells me we should go, now, before I turn into one of those kill-crazy
loonies Mike despises so much.  We have to go home, before you go mad and I
go fucking berserk!"

   Louise slipped her arms around his waist, pulling herself closer to him,
enjoying the feel of his voice rumbling in his chest, the slow, steady beat
of his heart, strong and powerful, and the warmth of his body as he held
her close.  Dylan kissed the top of her head, making her look up
enquiringly at him.

   "What say we go and tell Mike, eh?  Let's get this over with and get
ready to shove off from this God-forsaken shit-hole!" he grinned, and
Louise grinned happily, her thoughts already beginning to focus on where
they'd live and what jobs they could find.  There was really no big rush;
Dylan had almost $700,000 saved up, and she had nearly as much from her job
here, so money wasn't going to be a problem for a while, it really all just
boiled down to where they wanted to live.  As she thought of home, the need
to see the Llŷn Peninsula once again swelled through her, and she
realised that was where she wanted to live; in sight and easy reach of the
sea.

   Louise settled back against him, nestling against the soft black hair of
his chest, enjoying the feel of the warm silky thatch with just a hint of
brittle wiriness covering his chest and trailing down his stomach.  As
she'd done so often in the past, and never ceased to enjoy, she started
twirling her fingers through the mat of jet-black hair beginning to cloak
his upper chest, a dead giveaway of his Welsh heritage, savouring the feel
of the long slightly stiff hairs against her sensitive fingertips.  The
sensation awakened memory after memory of him, the past segueing into the
present as she stroked and caressed the man who meant more than the whole
world to her, her big brother no more, her husband now and forever. 
Thinking thoughts like these, and revelling in her love for and memories of
him, Louise fell fast asleep, nestled securely in her husband's arms.

   Dylan let her doze, enjoying the feel of her, her warmth, and her fresh
clean smell, that scent that always drove him crazy.  He began to slip away
too, and his head gradually nodded forward, to join her in dreams of home,
of each other, and their life together.

   The sound of his mobile phone beeping finally woke Dylan, blurrily
dragging him back to reality.  He picked up the handset and saw Mike
Bruce's name as he pressed the 'Answer' button.

   "Dylan, are you in a fit state to talk now?  "

   Dylan grinned at the hint of innuendo in Mike's voice.

   "I am now; give me twenty minutes.  Louise and I need to talk to you as
well!"

   Mike rang off, and Louise stirred, the sound of Dylan's voice piercing
her sleep.

   "Come on, little girl, time to put your boots and socks on, and
buckle-on your big-girl panties; Mike wants to see us, and we have
something to tell him!"

   A little under twenty minutes later, freshly showered and refreshed,
Dylan and Louise were sitting with Mike in the comfortable sitting room
that doubled as his office and unofficial social centre for the core team
members.  After the amenities were over, Mike got down to the reason he'd
asked them to come and see him.

   "Dylan, I know this is short notice, but I really need you to go to
Brunei and review their whole operational security strategy out there;
there have been incursions from across the border, mostly tribesmen from
some of the more superstitious PNG tribes, but they're causing more trouble
than they're worth, and the client wants a robust strategy in place to
mitigate the effect these head-hunters and cannibals are having on the
local drilling and pipeline teams; they need you to go out there and show
them how it's done.  Two gas platforms are already out of action because
the teams there are too scared of having their heads cut off in the middle
of the night.  The client won't tolerate their loss much longer, or any
further platforms out of commission, so we need to decide what kind of
operation to mount to scare off these primitives permanently, with the main
priority being a plan showing us what we need to do to get those two downed
platforms back into production."

   Dylan looked pained.

   "Mike, the reason we came...!"

   But Mike cut him short.

   "I know why you're here, and Louise, and it should be no problem, I just
need your brain for another three weeks, that's all I'm asking.  And
speaking of three weeks, I need to ask you a favour too, Louise."

   Louise and Dylan looked at each other, then back at Mike, who grinned
apologetically.

   "Louise, I need to ask you a very big favour; a very good friend of mine
has asked for the loan of a good surgeon; he has a replacement on the way,
but he has a three-week gap that he needs to fill, so I said I'd ask you.
You don't have to say yes, it's a huge ask, I know, and I can't force you,
but I will ask you to help out another doctor in urgent need."

   Louise looked sideways at him.

   "Just where exactly is this friend of yours located?" she asked
suspiciously.

   Mike gave a wry grin, appreciating her caution.

   "He's based at Camp Bastion...in Afghanistan...!"

   "NO!" No fucking way, I am not letting my wife...!" burst out Dylan,
looking hard at Mike, who kept on watching Louise throughout Dylan's
outburst.

   Louise looked thoughtful.

   "If I say yes, you'll guarantee three weeks then out, right?" and Mike
nodded emphatically.

   "Three weeks then out, replacements or not; you're helping to plug a
gap, not signing-on for the duration, I guarantee it.  As a little added
insurance, I'm sending a couple of the boys along to act as unofficial
bodyguards; they'll see you come to no harm."

   "Who are you sending?" interrupted Dylan.

   Mike grinned.

   "I was thinking Tibor Kovacs and Pip Collins, a Spetznatz and an SAS
sergeant; no-one is going to mess with Louise with those two hulking
specimens shadowing her every step!"

   Dylan was slightly mollified.

   "They're good guys, and Louise likes them; OK, but I still don't like
it; three weeks only, and if I come back from Brunei and she's not here to
meet me, there'll be hell to pay, and I mean that most sincerely!"

   Mike looked him in the eyes, all too aware of just what kind of 'hell'
Dylan Lewis was capable of unleashing.

   "I promise you, Dylan, if they try any funny stuff or pull any strokes
to keep her there even one minute longer than twenty-one days, I'll
personally go and get her myself, if I have to take all the boys with me to
do it!  Tibor and Pip will watch her like hawks, if anyone tries anything
with her, they're going to discover what happens when you rile up a
Spetznatz and a Welshman with a short fuse!"

   Dylan leaned back in his seat, his arm going around Louise.

   "When does this happen, Mike?"

   "Tomorrow morning!" he said, to gasps from both Dylan and Louise.  Dylan
leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Mike's face.

   "No, impossible, no way, I just got back after three months, I've earned
more than just a 24-hour furlough before being shunted out again.  It's not
gonna happen!"

   Mike grinned wryly.

   "I knew you'd say that!  Really, though, I wouldn't ask except you're
the best at this kind of operation, you have a feel for it that none of the
other guys seem to possess, and I trust you to do it right.  No-one else
here is up to it, otherwise I'd be asking them, not breaking up your
reunion.  The best I can do is offer you double your usual in-country rate,
and give you an additional one week double rate on top as a bonus on
completion.  That's nearly $50,000 for three weeks work.  I'm sorry Dylan,
but I really need your boots on the ground out there, if anyone else would
do, I'd send them, but you're the only one I trust for something like
this..."

   Dylan squirmed uncomfortably; he didn't like making Mike beg; he owed
him too much, but still...

   Louise nudged him, and pulled his head down so she could whisper in his
ear.

   "Go ahead, gariad; I can wait another three weeks!  I'm needed out in
Helmand, it's for the mob, your mob, they need doctors, perhaps I can make
a difference, and God knows, at least I'll be away from constantly doing
bypass surgery on fat bastards!  Besides, I'll have Tibor and Pip with me;
if they ever want to taste any of my Spiced Bread Pudding again, they'll
look out for me!"

   Dylan looked her steadily in the eyes.

   "If you're sure..." he whispered back, and nodded back at her
affirmative nod.

   "Okay Mike, it's a deal.  Three weeks, then I'm hopping a flight, and
Lou's here to meet me.  Which brings me to the reason we wanted to see
you...?"

   Mike held up his hand.

   "Way ahead of you, Dylan.  Both of your contracts have been terminated
as complete, I inked-in a date three weeks tomorrow, and you both get
end-of-contract bonuses, as agreed, based on your current pay status, not
the original pay rate you came in at.  It's already been processed, all you
have to do is be here on the day to sign-off and collect your tickets home,
as per your contract.  Your pay and bonuses will be deposited in your
off-shore accounts, have fun spending it!"

   As they strolled back to their bungalow they mulled-over what they'd
agreed to; Dylan was deeply worried about letting Louise go to a war-zone,
but conversely he was also relieved that the two most capable fighting men
he knew of were going to be her personal guardian angels while she was out
there.  Tibor Kovacs was renowned for his devastating close quarter
in-fighting abilities; Spetznatz training involved a large amount of
Savate, Tae-Kwondo and Jiu-Jitsu, distilled by the Spetznatz cadre into a
close-combat fighting style that was fluid, athletic and a joy to watch; he
was built like a brick outhouse, a square, emotionless Slavonic face hiding
a shy, helpful personality.  Louise was one of his favourite people, he was
always telling her she reminded him of his little sister, Mariska, and he
had a weakness for her mother's recipe tea-laced spicy bread pudding
bordering on addiction.

   Pip Collins was a fellow Welshman, big, dark, and taciturn, born and
raised in the Rhondda Valley in South Wales, a descendant of generations of
coal-miners, and an ex-SAS sergeant.  He was a master of stealthy movement
and explosively lethal directed violence when necessary, and a true expert
in the use of that K-Bar knife always protruding from his right boot-top;
he constantly radiated a feeling of extreme violence barely held in check,
a lingering sense that when he did go off, it would be like a claymore
mine...

   The combination of the two of them gave Dylan reassurance in large
measure; with them along, Lou would be as safe as possible in that
miserable place.

   Once they got back indoors, Louise asked Dylan what he wanted for
dinner, always a dangerously leading question!

   Dylan pulled her close, popping the button on her jeans and sliding his
hands down the backs to cup her peach buttocks.

   "I want bum-burger and hot split clam surprise, are you up for it?" he
grinned lecherously, squeezing her perfect cheeks as he pulled her close.

   Louise grinned back.

   "You're a very dirty man, my daddy warned me about boys like you!" she
breathed, nipping his neck as she squeezed his rapidly erecting cock and
ground her pussy against him, feeling her clitoris throb as she began to
heat up.

   "Three months, Lou, three fucking months, I've got a lot of catching up
to do, and, as you're leaving tomorrow...!"

   Dylan slid her jeans down as she yanked his tee over his head and
fumbled with the buttons on his service-issue trousers, making sure she
squeezed him properly as she tugged the camouflage trousers down.

   Dylan groaned and kicked his clothes away, tugging down his briefs as
Louise slid off her panties and turned away from him to drop them on the
chair.  Dylan was momentarily dazzled by the sight of her trim, rounded
rear before moving in for the kill.  His hands slid around her waist and up
her ribcage, to cup and squeeze her small, firm breasts, the nipples
already hard and prominent against his cupping palms.  He pulled her close
against him, his cock nestling in the crack of her bum, his lips grazing on
her soft, smooth neck and shoulder, and she responded by wriggling as she
sighed, seating the solid bar of ridged flesh more comfortably between her
plush buttocks.

   "Oo-er, Soldier-Boy, what's that you're poking me with?" she sighed,
rubbing her bottom up and down on his throbbing cock.

   Dylan mumbled into her neck as he groped her breasts more diligently,
squeezing, lightly pinching and rubbing the solid nipples, making her sigh
and rub herself harder on him.

   "Bedroom...now...!" she gasped, breaking away to tug him toward the
door. As soon as they were in sight of the bed, she threw herself on him,
bearing him backward and landing astride him on the bed as he fell.  Louise
leaned forward and rubbed her swelling clitoris on the mat of hair at the
base of his cock, sighing happily at the sensations this brought, while
Dylan grinned and took a double handful of her delectable rear, squeezing
and kneading the cheeks as she pleasured herself on him.  Louise leaned
forward to kiss him, and Dylan took the opportunity to raise his midsection
and prod at her damp pussy with his surging erection, letting her know he
was ready.  Louise grinned and took hold of him, guiding him into herself
and sliding back down a little to take him fully into her wet slit, hissing
in satisfaction as he filled her up, stretching her so pleasurably.

   Dylan lay back as she rode him, her eyes closed as she danced above him,
her hips gyrating as she pumped and slid on his cock, her fingers rubbing
and playing with her small hard nipples as she went to her own special
place, lost in a haze of pleasurable sensation, her hips circling as she
pumped and rode him.  Dylan responded by pumping back against her, raising
up as she ground herself against him, their breath hissing in the silent
room as they ground and pounded at each other, straining to reach that
plateau, that place where all pleasure was one.

   Louise slumped forward, gasping as her orgasm overtook her, her body
shaking as the tremors rolled and battered through her, her cunt squeezing
him mercilessly as she clamped down.  Dylan responded with a groan as he
too climaxed, the pressure on his cock almost too much to bear as jet after
jet of creamy spunk pulsed from him and into her depths, the sensation
rolling her orgasm on and on.

   At last the shuddering waves of pleasure died away, leaving her weak,
winded, blurry-eyed with tiredness.  Louise slumped down on Dylan, her body
still twitching in adrenaline-shock, the legacy of her high level of
arousal and climax.  Dylan was in no better shape, barely able to move as
he too twitched and thrilled in the aftermath of his explosive climax, his
cock slowly shrinking inside her, to eventually slide out, bathed in the
rush of semen from the enormous quantity he'd pumped inside her.

   Louise rolled off him, almost too tired to move, but still reaching for
him, for her Soldier-Boy, something closely akin to post-coital tristesse
flooding over her as she contemplated the next three weeks of meatball
surgery, almost tempted to tell Mike the deal was off, she was going home;
but she'd promised, and boys like Dylan had been, young soldiers on their
first active deployment, they were going to need her.  Dylan was unhappy
about her going, but understood why she'd agreed.  Even after all these
years, so long away from the spit and polish and routine of Army life, he
still 'bled green' as his former squad-mates would have put it; in his
heart, Dylan knew he was a born soldier, had been one, one of the elite
even, until that fire-fight had cost him his dream; even today, a civilian
contractor thousands of miles from the war-zone, she knew his heart was
there still, on-ops with his regiment, the only thing he'd ever wanted. 
Louise traced his jawline with a lazy finger, smiling as he turned to look
sleepily at her, her smile partly for herself as she acknowledged that
Dylan, seven years away from the war, a civilian now, still followed the
drum; he still thought of himself as one of them, one of those soldier-boys
out there, and she was being asked to help them; for Dylan, she'd do it,
because those boys were his family too.

   Louise woke with a start, huddled against Dylan to keep warm against the
chill from the air-conditioning unit; she looked at her watch, almost 10
o'clock, long past dinner-time, but she was starving, and if she knew
Dylan, he'd be up soon and looking for something to eat.  She slid off the
bed and pulled a robe on, slipping soundlessly out of the room to pad into
the kitchen and rummage through the freezer, from which she took a pair of
frozen steak pies and a pack of French Fries.

   "Pie and chips, not much of a 'Welcome Back' dinner!" she mused,
grinning ruefully as she slid the pies onto a tray and put them in the
oven, set the timer and decided she had time for a shower before dinner.

   She was miles away in a world of her own, revelling in the hot water and
steam when a pair of hands slipped around her waist and slid up to cup and
catch her breasts.

   "Hello little girl, can I help you wash your pee-pee?" husked Dylan in
his best 'Dirty Old Man' voice, licking her ear as he flicked and squeezed
her nipples, making her gasp and giggle as she ground her bum into his
crotch.

   "I can do that quite well without your help, you dirty, dirty little
boy!" she giggled, then gasped as his solid cock slid between her thighs
and rubbed along her labia.  As he continued to lick and nibble her ear,
and squeeze and pull at her stiff nipples, he began to thrust more
seriously between her legs, the feel of his thick, ridged cock dragging in
the furrow between her lips driving her crazy with need for him.  Louise
leaned against the shower cubicle wall, pushing out her bum to show Dylan
what she wanted him to do.  Dylan, as always, enthralled by the sight of
her perfect, sculpted rear, wasn't slow to take the hint.  Holding tightly
to her thrusting tits, he slid his cock into her hot recess, both of them
hissing as he slid all the way into her, until he was in her to the hilt,
his thighs resting against the backs of hers.  He remained perfectly still,
savouring the feel of his stiff cock embedded in her hot, glove-tight
pussy, the warmth of her lovely peach bottom pressed against him, the feel
of her firm breasts clasped firmly in his hands.  Louise waited for a
while, then squeezed him impatiently, anxious for him to continue.

   "If you don't do something soon I'm calling the Pool-Boy!" she
whispered, causing Dylan to grin as he slowly backed out of her, to slam
himself back in as hard as he could.

   "Ooof!  Careful, Soldier Boy, you're not pushing a jeep out of a
pot-hole!" she giggled, the laugh turning to a sighing gasp as his hand
slipped down to rub and caress her hooded clitoris, the sensation making
her whole body thrill and shudder pleasurably.

   "Yes, Dyl, like that...ooohhh...yes, ooohhh God, yeeesss!" she moaned as
he thrust and pumped into her, his hand rubbing her in time with his
thrusts into her.  Combined with his other hand playing with her nipples,
it was only a few minutes before it was all too much for her.  She came
with a strangled moan, her pussy clamping around his cock and almost
tipping him over the edge as she shuddered and moaned, orgasm slamming
through her body with the force of a tidal wave, her ears popping with the
force of it.

   Dylan gasped as her pussy clamped down on him, the velvety soft
tightness too much for him to bear, and he too orgasmed, groaning out loud
as a powerful jet of spunk hosed out of him and into her, then again and
again, long satisfying pulses of hot semen filling her as he held her tight
to himself, until he was empty, his cock dry heaving as the last of his
sperm trickled into her, the last remnants of the flood of spunk he'd
jetted into her.  He slumped against her, his lips finding her neck as his
heart hammered a tattoo against her back, Dylan kissing her hands as she
reached up to cup and caress his face.

   "Thank you Dyl, that was amazing...as always!  That should hold us for
the next couple of weeks; just remember, three weeks from tomorrow and
we're on a plane away from here and all this forever, okay?"

   His hands gripped her waist as he gently kissed the back of her neck,
then blew softly into her ear, making her cringe and giggle.

   "Of course, baby-girl, I meant it when I said I was done.  Three weeks
and we're back in Wales, and OPEC, The Arab League, The Gulf States, the
global petro-chemical complex, all of them, they can all go fuck
themselves, I'm done, forever!  Now, is that pie and chips I can smell?  It
better be, because I'm bloody starving!"

   *

   Louise watched Dylan's flight take off from King Khalid International in
Riyadh, loss and need already churning inside her, and the hostile looks
from the other travellers in their traditional Berber costume as she stood
in desert boots, DPM uniform covers and Tee-shirt and with her head
uncovered doing nothing to put her at ease; no-one said anything, though;
even the lunatic Religious Police recognised just how much grief they'd cop
from the scary-looking bunch of men surrounding her if they made a move,
and none of them relished the thought of spending the next few days in
hospital while the doctors tried to figure out how to get their head out of
their own arse; sometimes discretion really was the better part of
valour...

   Pip Collins put his hand on her arm and squeezed gently.

   "You'll see him again in three weeks, Louise, don't worry, Mike promised
you, and he never goes back on his word.  And now we have to go; our
flight's waiting for us and Tibor's looking impatient, so let's get a move
on, eh?"

   Louise grinned as she looked up at the hulking Tibor Kovacs, his face
expressionless, as usual, and wondered how Pip could tell he was impatient;
to her, Tibor always looked exactly the same; impassive, no expression ever
showing on his face, whether sitting down to dinner with her and Dylan, or
stretched out on a gurney while she sutured a sucking leg wound.

   Pip hefted her flight bag and Tibor offered her his arm as they made for
their departure gate, again the Religious Police deliberately not seeing
the western woman arm in arm with two dangerous-looking westerners, with
another four or five as an impromptu retinue, choosing instead to hassle
and harass incoming tourists and migrant workers.

   *

   The three of them disembarked at Kabul, Louise stopping momentarily to
look around at the heavily barricaded and defended perimeter.  Sighing, she
squared her shoulders and clambered gingerly down the swaying steps,
weighed-down by the Osprey body armour and too-large Mk.  VII helmet.  Pip
followed her and pointed at the heavy Mastiff transport halted about 100
metres away.  The commander in the cab waved and spoke into his Bowman, and
the 6-wheeled Mastiff lurched as it turned ponderously, heading for their
party.  As it stopped, the main hull door unlocked, and Tibor swung it
open, motioning her inside while he and Pip scanned the perimeter
continuously.  Louise was struck by their elevated vigilance, driving home
just how bloody dangerous this place really was; that and the anti-RPG
cages clothing both sides and the rear of the vehicle, and of course the
mine-deflection hull itself.  Tibor and Pip automatically shielded her at
all times while she climbed into the vehicle, using their bodies to protect
her should a random sniper decide to fire on the vehicle while it was
stopped.  Once they were all seated, with the door closed and locked, the
vehicle lurched as it started off for the trek back to Camp Bastion, the
British Armed Forces operating base in Helmand over 400 miles away.

   "Glad to have you aboard, Doctor Lewis, welcome to Afghanistan!" called
the commander, "Sorry about the transport, no Chinooks to spare, and
besides, the bloody Taliban think we put them up so they've got something
to shoot at, so this is the safest way, I'm afraid!  There's not much room,
but you may be able to stretch out on the floor; it's a long way to the
bastion, about 400 miles, so you should probably try and get some sleep."

   As luck would have it, there was an emergency stretcher clamped to the
roof of the passenger compartment, so Pip and Tibor unhooked it and laid it
more or less level on the compartment floor, giving Louise their jackets to
cover with and act as a pillow while she stretched out on it.  She fell
asleep almost immediately, lulled by the swaying of the vehicle as it
crawled through the scarred city, the 6-wheel suspension smoothing out the
worst of the potholes and ruts in the bomb-heaved roads of North-East Kabul
as they threaded their way south-west to the A1, the Kandahar-Bamiyan
Highway.

   She awoke several hours later from a dream about her and Dylan swaying
in a rowboat when they were little, disorientated and momentarily panicked
before remembering where she was.  Pip and Tibor looked like they hadn't
moved the whole time she'd slept.  She checked her watch, noting she'd been
asleep almost five hours.  She started to get up, but Pip motioned her
back.

   "Stay comfortable, Louise; still six hours to go, and these seats ain't
exactly armchairs!"

   Louise was immediately stricken with guilt that she was able to at least
stretch out, while the boys had been perched on uncomfortable jump-seats
for five hours, and had another six hours more of it.

   "Please, Pip, fair's fair; you take the stretcher, or Tibor, and I'll
have the seat; I'm rested now, honest!"

   Pip skinned his teeth at her, the closest he ever got to a smile.

   "Thanks kindly, but we're okay; one time in Venezuela we laid-up in a
tree for 20 hours, at least here we can snooze without falling off!"

   After a journey of 400 miles and 11 hours, the Mastiff finally rumbled
into Camp Bastion, the British Armed Forces sector in Helmand Province and
drew up close to the entrance to the medical block, the vehicle parking in
such a way as to shield Louise from view from the Stand-Off perimeter.

   The Colonel who greeted her made a big show of taking her around and
introducing her to the other doctors on-station, all military; Louise was
the only civilian, and his constant hand in the small of her back, his
constant touching was making her uneasy.  Pip didn't like it either, she
could tell, and even Tibor made a point of standing closer to her and
staring at the colonel, who eventually got the message and removed his
hand.

   As Louise chatted with the other specialists there, she could feel his
eyes on her, boring into her, making her squirm with the knowledge that he
was mentally undressing her.  After the meet and greet, an orderly was
detailed to show her to her quarters, an unprepossessing concrete bunker,
but with reassuringly thick walls and small windows set high-up in the
walls.  On the way across the compound there was much good-natured
wolf-whistling from the various squaddies relaxing after their duty for the
day, and she was quite pink and flustered by the time she arrived at her
quarters.

   Pip and Tibor were assigned their own quarters, but on the other side of
the enclave, several hundred yards away, something they didn't like at all.
Louise promised she'd have a word with the colonel and get them changed as
soon as possible.

   Just as she was getting settled-in there was the sound of running feet.
A nurse stuck her head around Louise's door.

   "Casualties, Doctor Lewis, ambushed patrol, at least three traumatic
amputations, they're airlifting them in now, scrub up!"

   Louise headed for the Medical Centre at a dead run, where she was
hustled into the changing area and fielded a set of scrubs.  The senior MO
nodded to her as he finished scrubbing-up.

   "Doctor Lewis, welcome aboard, your assistance is appreciated.  Mike
Bruce gave me a quick run-down on your background, thank you for joining us
at such short notice.  You'll be with the Triage team, remember, most
urgent cases first, and let's get this mess sorted; they'll be on top of us
in ten minutes or less, places, people!"

   As the nurse finished sliding the surgical gloves on her she heard the
clatter of rotors as a pair of Chinook helicopters grounded, disgorging a
stream of men carrying their fallen comrades.  Louise was appalled at the
blood and carnage as she quickly assessed the injured, following the
example of her peers as she decided on the survival chances of the injured
soldiers, a sniper suppression patrol caught in a double roadside IED trap.

   After Triage came surgery, as the wounded were funnelled through into
the Trauma unit and stabilised enough to hopefully get them to the UK for
surgery at a proper surgical unit, or Jeddah in Saudi Arabia for the more
urgent trauma cases.  Louise worked her way through the stream of bodies,
holding her shock and horror in check and letting her skills come to the
fore as she worked on saving the lives of the boys caught in the ambush.

   After 15 hours in Trauma 1, Louise dragged herself back to her quarters,
shell-shocked and numb from the work, and the heartbreaking decisions she'd
had to make.  Tibor was waiting for her, and half carried her to her room,
where she rolled into her bunk, dog-tired, but not too tired to cry herself
to sleep.

   And so it went; very occasionally days would drag by where she did
nothing except patrol Trauma 1 and try and ease the pain of the boys who'd
been so badly injured, quickly learning that telling an injured soldier
that he was no longer needed for service was one of the hardest things to
do; men with missing limbs, sometimes multiple amputations, trying to gain
assurance that they were still going to have some kind of life, and Louise
quickly fell into the lie, trying to convince these men that they could
still lead relatively normal and useful lives out of the service.  Now she
understood how Dylan had felt when he was told his service days were over,
as she watched these broken soldiers recover enough to realise they were
finished with the service, and that the service was finished with them.

   Interspersed with days where her heart broke a little more each day
would be the full horror of life in a war-zone where no-one was showed
mercy or restraint; civilians, mainly children, who'd picked up the wrong
thing, or been in the wrong place, and the resultant traumatic injuries;
operating in body armour as Bomb Disposal teams tried to defuse and make
safe live munitions still embedded in the bodies of ambush victims; waiting
on tenterhooks for the one local brought in who'd detonate a bomb-vest or a
hand-grenade once inside the hated westerner's medical unit; then there
were the days Louise swore she would ask God to sponge from her memory, the
days when she had to rely on God and guesswork to figure out how to
reassemble the shattered meat-puzzle in front of her that used to be a
person, or how to stabilise and save the life of a child who'd been blown
up by a car bomb, or a roadside bomb, or been too close to a patrol when
someone decided to fire an RPG at them, or had just been standing in a
crowded bazaar, or a bus queue, or on a school bus when someone decided to
lob in a handful of grenades.  Pip and Tibor watched her slowly retreat
into a shell of isolation as she tried to escape the horror of the place.

   As if that were not enough to deal with, there were the increasingly
unwelcome attentions of Colonel Winton, the man who'd welcomed her when she
first arrived; he was getting more and more bold with her, refusing to let
the wedding ring she wore keep him from forcing his company on her every
chance he got, finding excuses to intercept her and engage her in trivial
conversation while touching her, holding her arm, his eyes crawling all
over her, haunting her footsteps, and generally giving her a major case of
the creeps.

   The only reason she tolerated it was that if she mentioned it to Pip or
Tibor, they'd do something painfully final to him, and she didn't want them
shouldering that kind of trouble.  Pip and Tibor knew what was going on,
though, and after less than two weeks, they decided she'd had enough, and,
after a quick conversation with Mike Bruce, made preparations to spirit her
away and back to the company compound.

   Louise was well aware of her precarious position here; as she was a
civilian outside the military hierarchy, not even an employee of the
military, and officially not even there, just filling-in at the request of
a friend, she had no authority she could report him to; he was effectively
the highest military entity she had access to.  She was at his mercy,
something he was fully prepared to use to his advantage.  However, he had
forgotten about, or discounted Pip and Tibor.

   One night, as Louise dragged herself into her quarters, the colonel was
waiting for her, with two Redcaps, Military Policemen.  He smirked as he
sat at ease on her bunk.

   "Doctor Lewis, I have here several surgical and post-op care reports,
and they make interesting reading.  In my estimation, and from careful
examination of these reports, you've been neglecting care of our troops and
those of our ISAF allies in favour of locals and what we have assumed to be
injured Taliban fighters.  This does not look good; this appears to show
you are favouring those enemies who are dedicated to undermining and
destroying what we stand for; I am saddened that you've chosen to use your
skills to offer aid and assistance to our enemies, and can really only
report you to the civilian authorities; that will mean you will be
struck-off and will no longer be able to practice as a doctor, and may well
involve detention for a suitable length of time on charges of treason in a
time of war."

   Louise gaped at him in disbelief; he was accusing her of being a Taliban
sympathiser!  Winton smirked at her as he ordered the MP's to wait outside.

   "There is a way to make this whole mess go away, however," he oiled,
smirking even wider.  "Why don't we stroll over to my quarters and discuss
this...unfortunate turn of affairs there, it's much more comfortable, and
so much more private?  I'm sure you're dying to get out of those scrubs,
and I do have a private shower, you could be so much more...comfortable
there!" he leered."I'm sure, given the proper incentive, I could be
persuaded to let this matter drop; it's all up to you...Louise.  The
possible alternatives, including extending the period of your secondment
here indefinitely, should be sufficient incentive for you to consider my
proposal; after all, I only have your best interests at heart, and I think
you should consider cooperating with me to make sure this unfortunate
situation is resolved in an...adult manner!"

   Louise stared at him, real fear slowly percolating through her; this
creep was going to destroy her unless she...she...slept with him.  Her skin
crawled at the thought, while Winton leered at her victoriously, confident
he was finally getting what he wanted.  Just as she opened her mouth to
reject him utterly, the lights went off.  Louise froze as various loud
snapping and groaning noises emanated from the corridor outside the room,
plus several other unpleasantly organic noises.  A light-stick flared
green, revealing Tibor, with one of the Redcaps curled-up and gasping in
agony at his feet, the other lying some distance away, out cold, with his
right arm seriously dislocated and the elbow pointing entirely the wrong
way.  As Louise gasped, Pip stepped back into the room and picked up her
bag with all her possessions in it.

   "Pip, what have you done?  Look at him, is he...?

   Pip Collins, ex-SAS Sergeant and ferociously efficient killing machine
looked at the maimed Redcap dismissively.

   "I think he fell over, Louise, I didn't do that, did you, Tibor?" he
asked, sincerity ringing in his voice.

   The huge Czech shook his head, his face, as always, impassive as he lied
through his teeth to her.

   "It pitch dark in here, I not see anything, come in after two men run
out of here, maybe Taliban insurgents, they probably long gone by now...!"

   "Where's Colonel Winton, Pip?  He was here just a minute ago." asked
Louise, staring in horror at the man with the maimed arm.

   Pip Collins looked her in the eye without a flicker of an eyelash.

   "He must have run away when it kicked off.  I'm sure he's fine, don't
worry about him!  And now we have to go.  I've got us a Snatch Land Rover,
don't ask how, and hopefully a rendezvous at Kabul airport, best we make
tracks before these square-headed morons come round and start asking
questions."

   Pip and Tibor trussed the two Redcaps and pulled their boots off, yanked
off their socks and wadded them up, shoving one in each man's mouth and
tying the other around his head as a crude but effective gag.  The two men
were then slung unceremoniously in the back of the Land Rover.

   "We'll drop sleeping beauty and his boyfriend off in Kabul, that way
they don't get to raise any alarms until we're well away!" stated Pip,
again that quick skinning of his teeth he used as a grin.

   They climbed into the desert-camo Land Rover parked outside the medical
block, Pip talking urgently into what looked like an oversized cell phone.
He saw her questioning look and clicked off.

   "Satellite phone; we've got transport out of here waiting at Kabul, time
to go!"

   Once in the vehicle, Louise started shuddering in reaction, and Tibor
immediately folded his arms around her, holding her close as she had her
first ever bout of hysterics, stroking her hair and crooning softly to her
in a strange mix of Czech, Russian, German and English until she calmed
down, eventually dropping off in the shelter of his arm on the long drive
back to Kabul.

   The vehicle slowing to a halt roused her, and she watched as Pip
clambered out and went around to the rear door.  He yanked it open and
launched a kick at something in there, snarling "Out, you, we're going to
have a talk, now!"

   Louise gasped as Col.  Winton half climbed, half fell out of the back of
the Land Rover.  Pip dragged him upright.

   "Right you, now we're miles from anywhere, this is where you fucking
die! You tried to force my friend to have sex with you; sounds like
attempted rape to me, and I can't fucking abide rapists, so I'm going to
cut your balls off and bone you like a fucking fish; say your prayers, you
gutless prick!  I hate desk-jockeys like you, you're no soldier, so I'm not
gonna treat you like one; when I've finished with you you're gonna be
begging me to slit your throat and put you out of your fucking misery, and
you better fucking believe it, boyo!"

   Winton watched in terror-struck silence, his eyes wide and his mouth
opening and closing like a beached fish as Pip pulled his favourite K-Bar
knife out of his boot-top and yanked him close, to prod him in the genitals
with the point of the knife.  Winton gave a strangled shriek, obviously
believing the big man was going to carry out his threat, and the front of
his DPM trousers darkened as his bladder let go in his terror.

   Pip looked at him with contempt as he pushed him back a little, his nose
wrinkling in disgust.

   "Strip, you fucking pansy!"he barked, sticking the point of the knife up
one of Winton's nostrils just far enough for him to feel the razor-edge of
the lethal-looking American knife.  Winton rose up to stand on tiptoe as he
sought to get away from the viciously sharp blade, his eyes darting around
as he hurriedly unbuckled his pants.  Once he was done stripping, Pip
picked up all his clothes and threw them into the Land Rover, then wrapped
his hand around Winton's neck, hauling him up until they were nose to nose.

   "Right you fuckwit, Camp Bastion's 200 miles that way, start walking;
and just in case you get any idea's, the Waziri's get really offended at
seeing naked white men, so I'd keep out of sight if I were you, otherwise
you're going to be first course at a buggery banquet.  Just remember this,
though, after they've finished gang-raping you, they'll cut off your
fucking head and send it back to the lines, so you better keep out of sight
for your own good!  I don't care what story you make up to explain how you
got out here naked, make yourself out to be a hero for all I care, but I
swear to God, one mention of Doctor Lewis or this conversation, even a
hint, ever, and I'll come back and cut your balls off and knot them around
your neck, understand, you worthless cunt?  Just be grateful it's me; if
Dr. Lewis' husband was here, what he'd do to you makes even me feel sick to
think about!  Now fucking walk or die, I don't care which, just get out of
my fucking sight before I kill you anyway!"

   Winton nodded, then staggered at the contemptuous, open-handed slap Pip
gave him.  Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he stumbled in the
direction Pip indicated, never once looking back.

   Louise watched in horrified silence as Pip gave Winton his marching
orders, then turned to him.

   "Pip, don't...he didn't touch me, please, he'll die out here, the
Waziri's...!"

   Pip grinned wolfishly at her.

   "No he won't; the Waziri's are 200 miles away, but he doesn't know that!
in about four hours, once we're on the plane, the Bastion will get an
anonymous call telling them where that prick is; until then we'll just let
the bastard sweat while he shits himself out here in the wilds; he'd better
watch out, though; I meant what I said about the Waziri's, or just about
any of the tribes out here; way I see it, he needs to suffer a little out
here, 'cos the alternative is me and Pip in a locked room somewhere a long,
long way away, and he really wouldn't want that!"

   Louise smiled in spite of herself.  Winton was getting a lesson he'd
likely never forget, and he was getting off lightly; she was in no doubt
that if she were not there Winton would have just quietly disappeared,
never to be heard from again.  She was silent the rest of the journey to
Kabul, feeling safer and more protected out here in the wastes of
Afghanistan than in the security of Camp Bastion, thanks to the two men
with her right now, Dylan's friends, her friends.

   Once they arrived at the airport, Tibor cautiously led them by a
roundabout route to a Gulfstream G650 parked in one of the hangars while
Pip made sure the two Redcaps remained uninterested in the proceedings.  As
they approached it, the door swung open and Mike popped his head out to
grin at her.

   "I told you we'd come and get you, Louise!  Hop in, we're getting ready
to take off, find a seat, there's a washroom aft, and there'll be some food
as soon as we're at height.  I'm sorry about what happened, as soon as I
heard what was going on, I told Pip and Tibor to pull you out of there no
matter what, so let's get you back home before Dylan comes down here and
does a number on that bloke!"

   Pip called in the location of the two MP's and the probable location of
Winton, then switched off the sat-phone and pulled the chip out of it,
crushing it underfoot to make sure they were untraceable.

   Louise sighed in relief as she sank gratefully into the deeply padded
seat, unutterably grateful to be leaving the horror of this place and going
back to a place of safety.  She found the washroom once the aircraft
levelled-off and was pleasantly surprised to find a small but serviceable
shower unit, so she was able to luxuriate in the hot water while the jet
arrowed back to Jeddah and safety.  Mike had brought a selection of clothes
for her, so, in jeans and a sweatshirt instead of fatigues or scrubs for
the first time in days, she was able to sit down, relax, and break bread
with her boss and her two guardians.  Mike also had a surprise for her.

   "Louise, you'll be happy to hear Dylan will be back with us shortly; I
knew sending him was a good idea!  He's wrapped up the security issues in
Brunei almost a week early, so he'll be flying back tonight and he'll be
here tomorrow.  I've got you off the books now anyway, so your final salary
payments, plus your bonuses, and an ex-gratia payment to make up for what
you had to endure with that little cock have all been passed and paid. 
You're a free woman, Louise Lewis!"

   Louise hugged him, surprising herself at how much she was going to miss
this man who'd been so much a part of their lives for the last seven years,
but also trembling with excitement at the thought of going home for good
this time, not just for a holiday.  Mike poured some champagne, and toasted
her and Dylan, and Louise toasted Pip Collins and Tibor Kovacs for rescuing
her and getting her away so neatly.

   When the Gulfstream landed at Jeddah an MPV was waiting to whisk them
back to the compound, where Louise spent several hours packing their stuff
for transport to the UK, excited to be going home but also, surprisingly,
saddened to be leaving as well; people like Mike, Scotty Moore, 'Mitch'
Miller, Pip and Tibor had made the life bearable, and she knew she was
going to miss them all desperately; but home was calling, and the call was
louder than the sense of loss she was feeling.  She sighed and cleared out
the dresser, picking up and admiring the bracelet Dylan had given her all
those years ago.  The emeralds encrusting the bracelet threw glittering
green points of light around the room as they sparkled in the sunlight, her
eyes distant as she smiled happily at the memory of what had transpired
after Dylan had given her the bracelet.

   At last she roused herself and finished clearing out their dressers and
packing away any items she wanted to take with them now in their luggage.
That done, she began working on a personal 'thank you' for the two men
who'd pulled her out of such an unpleasant situation; she knew exactly what
she was going to give them, and set to with a will.  Two hours later she
was done, and, as darkness had fallen, and after the rigours of the last
day or so, she gratefully climbed into bed, secure in the knowledge that
Dylan was on his way back and would be with her in the morning.

   The sound of the door opening startled her awake, that and the bright
sunshine baking through the window, and she scrambled out of bed as Dylan
poked his head around the door.

   "Morning, sleeping beauty, fancy a shag?" he grinned, Louise giving an
inarticulate cry as she dashed across the room and into his arms.

   "Oh God, Dyl, I missed you so much!" she gabbled, "that place was just
awful, horrible, all I could think of was leaving, it was like Hell, those
poor boys, having to live there for months on end, Christ I'm glad to be
back, I'm never leaving your side again!"

   Dylan stroked her hair as he hugged her.

   "It's over now, baby-girl; Mike told me what happened, I knew I could
trust Pip and Tibor to find a way to get you out of there.  That idiot was
lucky Pip didn't decide to get all creative on him!"

   Louise buried her face in his chest as she spoke.

   "I was scared, though, for about 30 seconds, then the lights went out,
and when they came back on there was destruction and mayhem everywhere, and
Pip and Tibor in the middle of it all, looking for all the world like
innocent choirboys!  Those two should be in politics, the way they could
lie with perfectly straight faces...!"

   Dylan grinned as she hugged him closer, wrapping her legs around him. 
The close contact had an immediate effect, something Louise was quick to
notice.

   "Soldier Boy feeling horny, yes?  Soldier Boy want Jig-a-jig?  I love
you long time, G.I.  Joe, do sucky-sucky, do fucky-fucky too, ten dollar
extra!" she pidgin'd at him, making him grin even as he rubbed himself
against her.  Louise groaned as his erection rubbed against her suddenly
tender slit, making her rub herself even harder against the bulging front
of his jeans.  Dylan slid his hands under her to hold her by her firm
cheeks, allowing her to rub herself ever more seriously against him.

   "No, Lou, not...not like this!" he managed to gasp out, Louise grinning
as the catch in his voice told her all she needed to know.  She uncoiled
her legs and sagged down, pulling his head down to her level, where her
lips were waiting for him.  Dylan kissed her long and hard, his cock
stiffening even further as his need for her grew, something she noticed
almost immediately, her hands going to his belt buckle as his hands
squeezed and fondled her tight, panty-clad bum.  His hands slid into her
panties, exploring her bottom and the tight spongy crease of her rosebud,
her hips, the soft flesh of her lower belly, before sliding a finger
between her puffy labia, drawing a hissing groan from her.

   "Oh God, Dyl, I need this, I need you now!" she murmured even as her own
busy hands slid inside the waistband of his jeans to squeeze and clasp his
solid erection tightly.  Dylan stepped back slightly as he took hold of the
hem of her oversized Tee and pulled it off over her head, to stare in frank
appreciation at her small, firm breasts with their delicate rose-pink
nipples.  Louise in turn wasted no time in pulling his habitual olive-drab
tee-shirt off as he kicked off his jeans and toed his shoes off to stand
before her in just his briefs.

   "Missed you, wife!" he whispered at her, Louise smiling as she slid her
hands into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down until his
throbbing erection sprang up, swollen and inviting.

   "I missed you too, husband!" she whispered, smiling.  Louise sank to her
knees as she fondled him, Dylan's eyes closing in ecstasy as her hot mouth
took him in, one hand pumping his stone-hard cock while the other gently
squeezed and massaged his swollen balls.  Dylan stood stock-still as she
pleasured him, her tongue gently rasping him as she teased and licked him
as she sucked, and when he opened his eyes to look down at her, it was to
meet her big green-hazel eyes looking back into his, a sight that nearly
tipped him over as she grinned at him around her mouthful of man-meat. 
Dylan suddenly backed away from her, his cock pulling out of her mouth with
an almost audible pop.  Louise looked up at him in puzzlement; he loved it
when she sucked him off, but when Dylan extended his hand and helped her up
she grinned, knowing what he wanted to do.

   Once more his head dipped down, and as she reached up to kiss him again
his hands slid around her naked waist and slipped down to cup and squeeze
her buttocks, then slowly, rhythmically, pull them apart and squeeze them
together again, stretching her tightest hole open, making her feel naughty,
hot, and ready for whatever his inventively dirty mind could come up with!
As they kissed his finger stroked and lightly rubbed against her anus, then
slowly slid into her, while his other hand explored her labia, his expert
fingers rubbing lightly at her erect, stiff clitoris.  Louise gasped as
sharp, staccato bursts of intense pleasure shot through her entire body,
making her nerve-endings crackle and spark with need for him, readying her
for a long-awaited session with her lovely man, her brother-husband.

   "I want to taste you!" he whispered hoarsely as his hands slid around
her and cupped her breasts, his palms rubbing over her almost painfully
hard nipples, the sensation sending more of those electric burst of
pleasure rocketing around her body.  Louise was propelled towards the bed
by Dylan even as he nibbled and bit lightly at her neck and shoulders, all
the while keeping up that circling motion of his hands against her nipples,
almost making her cry out with the pleasure he was giving her.  Louise
reached behind her to pull him closer by his rigid erection, seating it
firmly in the cleft between her tight buttocks, making him groan in return
as she rose up and down against him, sliding her bum firmly against the
rigid cock ensconced between her cheeks.

   Dylan released her momentarily to spin her around and once more kiss
her, his hands once more grabbing hold of her cheeks and squeezing them
playfully as he pulled her against him.  Louise pushed against him, forcing
him onto his back so she could sit astride him, toying with his cock as her
eyes taunted him.

   "Come on, Soldier-Boy, show me some of the good stuff!" she grinned,
grinding her wet pussy on his rigid cock as it lay along his stomach,
watching his eyes momentarily glaze as the sensation of wet heat made
itself felt.  Dylan grinned and cupped her buttocks again, dragging her
along him until she was astride his chest, grinning down at him as she
wondered what he was going to do next.  She soon found out.

   With a sudden heave, he rolled over so he was now on top of her, his
mouth level with her nipples, so he took the opportunity to suck and gently
bite them, making her gasp and shudder with pleasure.  Dylan continued to
move further down until his face was above her damp pussy, the scent of her
arousal sharp and tantalising, touching off a torrent of memories of her,
images of her and all the other times they'd made love, memories and
fantasies of her blending into one lasting and firmly held image that to
him said everything about her; her glorious eyes and parted lips as they
made love, her auburn hair spread out on the pillow like a net, soft,
silky, and fine.

   Louise groaned deeply as she once again felt his mouth on her, pushing
herself against him as he explored her tangy-sweet cleft with his expert
tongue, drawing little gasps and sighs and sobbing groans as he found a
place she especially liked him touching, until his questing lips found her
stiff clitoris.  As he licked her there she stiffened, her anus tightening
involuntarily as the electric sensation swept through her.  Again and again
he licked and sucked at the hard little nub of flesh, Louise threshing
helplessly as he drove her higher and higher, until she could take it no
more.

   "OOHHH GODD!  OOOHH!  Yesss, yess, oh God, yes, Dylan!  Oh baby, like
that , OOOH MY GOD!" she screamed, her orgasm lashing through her like a
white-hot thunderbolt, a burst of her own fragrant ejaculate spraying
across his face as she squirted helplessly.  Louise shuddered and twitched
as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed through her, and when Dylan
pulled her closer and pushed his tongue hard into her anus she screamed as
she came again, once more helplessly squirting a pulse of her own juices
across his mouth and face as orgasm wracked her body all over again.

   Holding her legs open, Dylan slid up along her body until she could feel
his rod prodding at her swollen and sensitive crotch.  He looked down at
her and she smiled back up at him and nodded, telling him this was what she
wanted.  Needing no further reassurance, Dylan slid forward, his cock
sliding into her, filling her with himself, Louise gasping as her man
joined with her once again.  Her hands clasped across the small of his back
as she held him to her, her body already moving in sync with his as he
pumped himself into her.  Louise looked up again to see Dylan smiling down
at her, and she pulled his face down so she could kiss him as he made love
to her, his sister, his wife.

   His movements began to speed up; he was nearing his climax, and she
wasn't far behind.  Making her come with his mouth was something she
adored, but making love to each other, Dylan's cock filling her with his
rich sperm, was always going to be the purest expression they had of their
love for each other, and one she treasured above all others; making her
come with his mouth, or fucking her in her arse was sex, fabulous,
mind-blowing, hot, sweaty sex, but making love to each other was always
about their love, not just their physical need for each other, and for her,
and him, was the best, the most meaningful, and the most fulfilling sex
they could have.

   Dylan was pounding into her now, his strokes sharp and stabbing as he
pistoned his cock into her, and Louise was gasping as she felt the breakers
of orgasm billowing into shore.  Suddenly Dylan stiffened, his cock seeming
to thicken and grow even more rigid inside her as he groaned out loud, and
she felt the hot rush as he pulsed inside her, filling her with his fertile
seed.  The thought, and the sensation, tipped her over, and she orgasmed
with a heartfelt, high-pitched groan as waves of orgasm crashed and surged
inside her, her pussy rhythmically squeezing and releasing the cock
embedded in her, massaging and milking Dylan as he pumped what felt like
gallons of sperm endlessly into her.

   At last Dylan rolled off her, pulling her to him as he slid beside her.
Louise in turn pulled herself as close to him as she could, her head
pressed against his chest as she listened to his trip-hammering heart, her
fingers swirling through the soft mat of hair clothing even more of his
chest and upper body; she grinned to herself as she realised she liked that
he was becoming a true bear of a man; musclemen with their waxed and
hairless chests and bodies looked too much like anatomical models for her
to ever find them attractive; to her, Dylan looked like exactly what he
was; a Celtic warrior in his prime, and the thought filled her with pride
in his achievements and overt masculinity, and thrilled her once again that
he was hers forever.

   At last Dylan's racing heart slowed to a more normal tempo, and his lips
gently caressed her hair as he squeezed her to him.

   "God that was amazing!" he grinned, and Louise gently scratched his
solid abdomen in unspoken agreement as she kissed his chest.

   "Make babies in me like that, Gariad!" she whispered, Dylan turning to
her to lift her chin so he could kiss her lips, her eyes, and the tip of
her nose.

   "Dyna beth fi angen, hefyd, baban-merch!" (That's all I want to do,
baby-girl!) he whispered back, "A ydych yn barod i fynd adref nawr?" (Are
you ready to go home now?) he asked, and leaned down to kiss her again as
she saw the mute appeal in her eyes.

   "Little surprise, Baby-Girl!" he grinned, and leaned over the side of
the bed to pick up his backpack and rummage inside.  He pulled out an
envelope and handed it to her.  Louise took it with trembling fingers and
pulled the flap open, her eyes opening wide as she saw what the envelope
contained; two first-class single tickets to Birmingham International.  Two
tears ran down her cheeks as she looked up at him.

   "Oh Dylan we're really going home?" she quavered, to smile tremulously
when he nodded and grinned back at her.

   "Tomorrow afternoon, Gwraig i mi (wife of mine)!  I called Harry and
Jane earlier and let them know, they're picking us up at BIA, and then day
after tomorrow, you and Jane are going shopping in Cheshire Oaks."

   Louise looked puzzled, so Dylan gently poked her on the tip of her nose.

   "How do you expect her to help you pick out a wedding dress if you don't
go with her?" he grinned, his grin threatening to stretch all the way round
his head as her eyes widened.

   "Oh Dyl, you remembered, thank you, baby!" she smiled, her eyes brimming
again; the one thing Louise had always wanted, and had missed out on
completely, was a proper white wedding, and now, at last, she was going to
get her wish.

   "I have one last surprise!" he grinned, rummaging in his pack again,
finally bringing out a tissue-wrapped package.

   "I picked it out for you in Riyadh for you to wear on our wedding day, I
hope you like it!"

   Louise opened the layers of paper gingerly, then gasped.  Inside was an
exquisite white gold tiara encrusted with sparkling, cornflower-blue
sapphires.  Louise stared at it in awe, until Dylan carefully took it from
her and put it on her head.

   "There you are, perfect!  That's new and blue, all you need now is
something old, and something borrowed to make your wedding day complete!"

   Louise looked at him blankly, until Dylan explained.

   "Jane told me ages ago, last time we went home, on her wedding day a
bride needs something old, something new, something borrowed, and something
blue, so we're nearly there!"

   While Dylan showered, Louise made a couple of calls, and when she came
out dressed after her shower, it was to find Pip Collins and Tibor Kovacs
sitting with Dylan.

   "The boys said you called them, Gariad, care to enlighten me?" grinned
Dylan.

   Louise smiled at the two big men.

   "Pip, Tibor, I can't think of any way to thank you except to say 'Thank
you, you saved me from a lot of grief, you really are my friends.  This is
a token for each of you, something to say 'Thank You' in a small way!"

   So saying, she handed each one of them a box she'd kept out on the
counter.  Pip opened his and grinned at the two loaves of Bara Brith
inside. Tibor opened his and gasped as the scent of tea-laced spiced bread
pudding hit him.

   "You take care where you go, Nemnogo Marishka (Little Mariska)" he
murmured as she hugged him, "anytime you need, you call, I come!"

   Louise wiped her eyes on his shirt front, and turned to Pip, who hugged
her in turn.

   "Anytime you need us, any of us, just call, you know we'll come running
chwaer fach (Little Sister), we like looking out for you, it's always such
fun!"

   He turned to Dylan and clapped him on the shoulder.

   "See you at one day at Cardiff Arms Park, bach!  We'll have a beer and
watch Cardiff teach those bloody Saracens how to play a man's game!  Gadw
eich gard i fyny, milwr!" (Keep your guard up, soldier)

   Louise hugged them both again, trying not to cry as she said goodbye to
these hard, tough men who'd become over the years as much a part of her
family as Dylan, Harry or Jane.  Now she had to find a way to say goodbye
to Mike Bruce, the man who more than anybody had given them so much.  Dylan
reminded her that Mike had an office in a secluded, unremarkable family
home in High Wycombe in Buckinghamshire, so there was a good chance she'd
see him reasonably often , the thought perking her up immediately; she
wouldn't lose touch completely with these men after all.

   *

   The Emirates flight from Jeddah touched down exactly on time and Louise
and Dylan cleared customs rapidly, as they only had cabin baggage with
them; the rest of their stuff was being shipped to a storage facility in
Wrexham until they got a place of their own; in the meantime they would
stay with Jane and Harry.  As they came through the Arrivals gate Louise
scanned around anxiously for their only living relatives.  A waving hand
caught her eye, and there was Jane, looking the same, handkerchief in her
hand as she waved and dabbed at her eyes, with Harry standing and beaming
behind her.  Dylan grinned and took her bag so Louise could run ahead and
hug them both, finally home for good at last.

   Dylan and Louise settled back in almost immediately; it almost felt like
they'd never left, but now, for the first time, this place, this house,
actually felt like home.  The feeling was slightly unsettling for Dylan,
and he discussed it with Louise.

   "It's quite easy Dyl," she'd explained, "You had to go away before you
could come home, before you could accept that this was home.  There's an
old saying that home is the place where, when you go there, they have to
take you back; I think for us, we had to find out for ourselves that this
was always our home, our first real home.  We went away, we had our
adventures, we'll have stories to tell our kids about midnight escapes, and
wars, high-jinks in exotic places, and battles and fire-fights with
insurgents, saboteurs and what-not, and it'll all just be exciting yarns
for them, but right now, the most exciting thing for me is that I've come
back, here, to this house, and it finally feels like home.  And when we
have our babies, they're going to be surrounded by family; you, me, Uncle
Harry and Aunt Jane, the only grandparents they'll ever know, in their own
land.  That's what home is, and we had to go full circle to come back there
to discover that for ourselves."

   Dylan listened, enthralled, as she explained it to him in a way he could
understand; somehow, she'd gotten right to the heart of it and put his mind
at ease in just a few sentences.

   Job-hunting began in earnest a couple of weeks later, once the luxury of
not having to think about work wore off.  Dylan struck gold almost
immediately; Mike had put in a good word for him with a Ministry of Defence
agency dealing with security and anti-terrorism issues at government estate
sites across the country, and with his background and experience the
interview was a mere formality .  Louise applied for and was offered a
position on the Cardio-Vascular team with a hospital in Aberystwyth, in
West Wales, in Cardigan Bay, a short drive from her beloved Llŷn
Peninsula.

   Now that they had the job situation ironed out, they could turn their
full attention to their wedding.  Louise and Jane had already picked out
her dress, and two of her friends from medical school had been roped in as
bridesmaids.  Dylan had no best man; he had no school friends close enough
to ask, and had even briefly toyed with the idea of asking Jane to be his
best man, but when he realised how much she was looking forward to sitting
on the bride's side and crying, he ditched that idea.  Harry was giving
Louise away, and Dylan was running out of ideas when Mike Bruce called him
and asked to meet in a pub in Porthmadog, The Royal Madoc Hotel.  When
Dylan got there, Mike was there with a face from the past; formerly
Captain, now Major, 'Johnny' Walker, 16th Air Assault Brigade.

   "Dyl, I think we've solved your best man problem!" grinned Mike Bruce,
his eyes dancing as Dylan wondered how the hell he even knew there'd been a
problem.  Mike put him out of his misery.

   "Louise told me; she said you were slowly going loopy looking for a best
man, and as most of your friends would be struck dead or turned into a
pillar of salt if they walked into a church, I thought I'd ask a mutual
friend on your behalf, someone who hasn't been inventively sinning in most
of the world's fleshpots, and voilà!"

   Mike, Dylan and Johnny talked over a few beers, mostly about old times,
Johnny all ears to find out what life had been like for Dylan after being
invalided out of the SAS.  Dylan was in turn pleased that his old friend
and former unit commander was advancing, and was on track to make Lt. 
Colonel after four successful tours in Afghanistan.  When they'd finished
their beers Dylan's mind was made up, and when he asked him, of course
Johnny agreed to be his best man.  Dylan breathed a sigh of relief; now, at
last, all their preparations were complete; show-time!

   *

   The wedding was a success; nearly all of the boys from Jeddah had
managed to attend, although they were suspiciously absent from the church
service; Louise was of the opinion that they'd decided not to tempt fate,
seeing as they'd misbehaved with gusto and imagination in just about every
sleaze den west of Suez, but they made up for it at the reception, where
their hulking presence made sure the festivities didn't get too boisterous.
Dylan had to grin when he saw Jane being squired around the dance floor by
Harry 'Stiletto' Harkness, ex-Green Beret, and a man who Dylan happened to
know had once slapped a Somali pirate so hard he'd snapped his neck, and
now there he was, in a dinner suit, fox-trotting with Jane; Dylan made a
mental note to hold it over him in case he ever needed a favour.

   Most of the other guests, for the most part Louise's medical colleagues,
were intrigued by the taciturn, self-effacing group of men who seemed so
close to Dylan and Louise, and most of the single women were agog over
Johnny Walker, the handsome best man in his dress uniform, the news that he
was currently unattached doing the rounds in double-quick time.  Johnny
left that evening with a whole clutch of phone numbers, as did a surprising
amount of the boys from Jeddah; apparently, some women were attracted to
mysterious, competent looking strangers...

   *

   Louise settled into their new house like she'd always lived there. 
They'd elected to stay home and build their nest rather than take a
honeymoon; after all, Dylan had been around the world almost non-stop for
nearly seven years with his job, and Louise had had enough adventures in
exotic places to last her a lifetime, so now she wanted domesticity,
nest-building, a chance to set up her home the way she wanted it.

   After several frustrating months wrestling with the legal niceties
attendant on buying property in Wales, they finally bought a medium-sized
four-bedroom cottage in Aberystwyth built of grey Welsh granite with roof
slates from the quarries not far away, and the position was just ideal;
from the master bedroom the house overlooked the Royal Pier and the sea,
Aberystwyth Castle, and the cliff railway, and from the rear bedrooms they
overlooked the university half a mile away.  It was also a five-minute walk
to the hospital, which had been the clincher when they'd first considered
buying it.  Also, Harry and Jane lived in Capel Bangor, only a couple of
miles away along the A44, so the family was still together; Louise hadn't
wanted to move anywhere distant from them, she knew her children would need
grandparents, and Harry and Jane wanted nothing more than to take that
role.

   They'd been on a frenzy of shopping, literally buying their entire home
contents in one fell swoop, all paid for by the amazing bonuses the company
had given them, especially Dylan, for his work in Brunei in putting two gas
platforms back in production in such a short time.  As Louise worked away
at filling the new bookcase with all her medical textbooks and Dylan's
growing collection of mystery novels and military histories, she hummed
happily to herself, Dylan noting and smiling gently as he listened to her,
completely relaxed and at peace for the first time in what seemed like
forever.  The sight of her on hands and knees as she lined up books was
also giving him some decidedly impure thoughts, and with Dylan, to think
was to act when it came to Louise.  Ghosting up behind her he slipped to
his knees, and as she straightened up to admire her handiwork, his hands
slipped around her waist and cupped her breasts.

   "'ullo darlin', nice knockers!" he grunted in her ear, Louise giggling
as she leaned back against him.

   "You're a loony, Dylan Thomas Taliesin Lewis!  If you keep squeezing my
boobs like that they're going to come off one day!"

   Dylan rubbed her nipples through the material of her shirt.

   "What, these lovely things?  If they do, can I have them?" he grinned,
sticking his tongue in her ear and making her shriek and giggle.  Dylan
stood up and helped her to her feet, and immediately pulled her in for a
long, smouldering kiss, his hands clamped around her firm, springy bottom.
When he pulled away, Louise drew in a long, shuddering breath.

   "Want to christen the dining room?  We haven't done it there yet!"
whispered Dylan as he squeezed her cheeks and rubbed her puckered little
rosebud through the material of her leggings.

   "You're like that rabbit on TV, Dylan bach, you just keep going!" she
grinned, wriggling as she hugged him, rubbing her mound against the bulge
she could feel growing in his jeans, "we only did it twenty minutes ago in
the parlour, are you some kind of sex-addict?"

   Dylan thrust himself harder against her, hearing the catch in her
breathing as he did so.

   "Only when it comes to you, Gariad!  Now, do you want to or not? 
Because that barmaid in the Red Dragon was awful interested in me last
night, and she does have lovely big tits!"

   Louise looked into his eyes as her hand snaked down to cup his scrotum.

   "If I didn't know you were joking you'd soon be singing soprano,
Soldier-Boy!  I'm a doctor, I can make it look like an accident!" she
grinned.

   Dylan slid his hand down the back of her leggings and rubbed his
fingertip over her tight bum hole, making her jump.

   "So, Dining Room, or do you wanna race me to the bedroom?"

   Louise laughed and took his hand, leading him to the stairs.  As they
climbed the stairs, Dylan was entranced, as always, by her trim little bum
wagging in front of him, and had to resist the impulse to grab and bite;
plenty of time for that later!  Once upstairs, Louise detoured into the
bathroom while Dylan wasted no time pulling off his trainers, tee shirt and
jeans and sliding off his shorts to hop into the bed and wait for her.  As
he plumped-up the pillows, something fell onto the floor, and as he turned
to see what it was a voice behind him spoke.

   "Hello Soldier, looking for a good time?"

   Dylan grinned as he turned back to see Louise there, gloriously naked
and smiling invitingly.

   "Come here, baby-girl!" he murmured, pulling her to him.  Louise climbed
onto the bed to sit astride him, her arms around his neck.

   "Love you, Soldier-Boy!" she smiled, kissing him.

   Dylan slid his hands down to her waist, then on down to clasp and hold
her tight bum-cheeks, squeezing and massaging the firm flesh as they
kissed. Louise could feel the excitement growing as his cock swelled, and
as she kissed him she began to slide slowly and gradually, back and forth
along his length, encouraging him, teasing him, the feel of her damp heat
building the need in him.  Dylan could feel himself hardening as she teased
him, his cock lying along his stomach as she slowly slid herself along him,
teasing herself now as she teased him.  Dylan broke their kiss to look into
her eyes and smile, then nip her bottom lip gently between his teeth. 
Louise sighed and pushed him back against the pillows, raising herself up
to take hold of him, then the wait while she aimed him at her centre,
finally the slow build-up of sensation as she slowly impaled herself on
him, her wet succulence engulfing him.

   Dylan groaned softly at the feeling, Louise sliding all the way onto
him, then slowly, oh so slowly grinding against him, her hips working like
a bull-rider as she rubbed her clitoris against his wiry pubic hair,
pleasuring herself even as she rhythmically squeezed and released him,
slowly building toward that crashing release that always came when she made
love to her man.  Her face and neck flushed as she sped up, her orgasm
nearing, to explode inside her as Dylan began rising in time to her
grinding, pumping himself into her as she slid up and down on him.

   Louise sat bolt upright as the white-hot intensity of her orgasm wiped
out all thought or feeling except those swirling and crashing through her;
wave after wave, a constant barrage of white noise as her ears rang with
the intensity of her release and she screamed out his name as Dylan moved
inside her, rolling her orgasm on and on.

   At last the intensity began to die away, aftershocks quivering and
swirling though her as her body sought to re-balance itself after the
barrage of impulses and sensations that had just rocketed through her. 
Louise slumped down onto Dylan's chest, his arms around her as she gasped
and sobbed for breath.  Dylan held her close as she shuddered and quivered,
her heart thudding like a hammer, until, as calm gradually returned, she
realised he was still inside her, still hard.

   "Baby, you didn't..." she began, but his finger on her lip silenced her.
Louise grinned as his hand swept down to hold and squeeze her buttocks, one
finger sliding into the crevice between them to tease and prod lightly at
her little hole.

   "I know what you want, you dirty boy!" she grinned, sliding a finger
into her pussy and pulling some of her own juices out to rub against her
puckered anus, working the damp finger into herself to open and loosen her
ring for what was coming.  Louise slid off him and pulled a pillow under
her midriff as she lay on her stomach, then grinned at him.

   "Come on Dyl; playtime!"

   Dylan grinned as he positioned himself between her invitingly
spread-open thighs, raising himself up on his hands to slide into her in
one long, steady stroke, Louise hissing between her teeth as he filled her
again.  Dylan pumped a few times to lubricate himself with her juices, then
slid out of her pussy and put the head of his cock against the tight little
knot of her anus, pushing slowly forward as Louise held him and controlled
his penetration.  He went slowly until the tight sphincter suddenly gave
way, allowing the head in and springing back around the steel-hard shaft of
his cock.  Dylan pushed himself slowly into her hot rectum, feeling the
sinewy pulsing of her anal tube as he invaded her, Louise gasping and
moaning as she slid ever further into her until he was all the way in, his
heavy balls resting against her swollen labia.

   Dylan began pumping, as he did so Louise moaned and moved against him,
enjoying the feel of her man giving her so much pleasure.  They pumped and
humped together, Louise pushing back against him as Dylan pounded his thick
cock in and out of her tight anus.  Louise gave way first, her orgasm
rising up and almost catching her unawares, it came on with such lightning
rapidity; but then, Dylan fucking her this way always did that to her. 
Louise screamed as her uterus convulsed in orgasm, fluttering against the
thin wall separating it from where he was embedded in her, her rectum in
turn convulsing and contracting around his cock.  The feel of the
constriction around his cock was too much for Dylan, tipping him over, the
spunk bursting out of him to spray inside her bowels.  The feel of his heat
inside her set her off again, her rectum pulsing and squeezing Dylan even
more, milking him of every last drop of his sperm.

   Dylan rested his head in on Louise's spine, between her shoulder-blades
while he waited for his heartbeat to slow enough for him to catch his
breath.  As his cock slid from her, smaller orgasmic trails rolled and spun
through her, lesser fireworks, smaller and less bright than those that had
gone before, but still enough to make the breath catch in her throat,
making her gasp again.

   "baby-girl, that was fantastic!" he smiled at her, "remind me to keep
you!"

   Louise rolled onto her side and grinned at him, her lip caught between
her teeth, obviously thinking about something.  Her hand went under the
pillow, looking for something, her eyes widening as she scrabbled under the
pillows, not finding what she was looking for under there.  She whipped
around and looked over the side of the bed and relaxed, reaching down to
pick up something.  She turned back to Dylan, grinning, and touched the tip
of his nose with her forefinger.

   "You're going to have to keep me, Mr.  Lewis; you can't just push a girl
in my condition out in the street to fend for herself!"

   "What are you talking about, Gariad?" asked Dylan, puzzled, "What
condition?"

   Louise waved a white...thing in front of him, with a little window on
it, and two blue lines.

   "What's that, baby-girl, what are you talking about, what condition?"
asked Dylan, now completely at sea.

   Louise pulled him down to her and kissed him gently.

   "Darling Dylan, Mrs.  Lewis is proud to announce a forthcoming happy
event.  Dylan, sweet, gentle, precious Dylan, we're having a baby; you're
going to be a father, Dyl!"

   Dylan's eyes widened and a big grin split his face as he hugged her
tightly to him, his heart near to bursting with love and pride.  Now their
family was complete, and everything they'd worked for, everything they'd
been through, here at last was the pay-off, their ultimate gift to each
other here and now, where their lives had finally come full circle, the boy
who went off to be a soldier, and the sister who waited for him, his very
own Soldier Doll.


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