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Author's note: If you are looking for wall-to-wall sex, look elsewhere.
This book is a romance with a military setting. Beyond that, the sex is
comparable to - or less than - what one would find in almost any work of
popular fiction.
Permission is granted to post on any free site, as long as the copyright
statement is included. Please advise the author of any such postings.
This story - or novella - was posted earlier in the year. Subsequently
I've learned more about posting in the interest of easy downloading and
readability. This is Chapter 5 of 7.
Comments are welcome and encouraged. Please address me at
morg105829@aol.com.
Susan Jennings
Copyright by Morgan 1992, 1998; All rights reserved.
Chapter 5
That evening Mike and Ginny drove Susan to the hospital where the CAT
scan was scheduled. When they arrived, Mike was joined by a friend,
John Roberts, a top general surgeon. The two doctors met the
radiologist-CAT operator in the control booth and Mike told him where to
start looking. Almost instantly the CAT revealed three imbedded bullets
in Susan's right side and shoulder. Roberts did not believe his eyes.
"Mike, I was wondering what you have been smoking when you called me,"
he said. "These bullets are easily operable - or were. I have never
seen or heard of anyone leaving military service with removable enemy
metal still in them. NO ONE! EVER! Turning to the CAT operator he
said, "Hal, can you get me the exact coordinates on those three? I want
to look at her and then maybe get some x-rays."
Chapman had arranged for the best room in the hospital for Susan now
that she was his patient. Although the administrator had screamed, Mike
had merely pointed out that his patients were always in the best room so
there was no difference. When Susan was wheeled back into her room,
Mike and Ginny were waiting for her. Ginny had already taken charge.
After checking Susan's hospital schedule with Mike she had made some
special arrangements. A few minutes later one of her friends, Jim
Reading, a top Hollywood hair stylist came in.
Like Mike Chapman, he was used to recognizing raw material. He could
see that Susan could be even more beautiful than Ginny when she
recovered, and he said so.
He thought he might provoke a reaction from Ginny and did, but not the
one he expected: "Oh, Jim! Do you really think so?" she exclaimed. "I
do, too, but I'm prejudiced." The hair designer was baffled but Mike
whispered to him to watch the late news on TV or read the papers in the
morning. Then Jim took Susan over to the sink and his assistants
descended in force. Mike thought they were trying to drown his patient
but Ginny said, "It's good for you to see this, Mike. It's some of the
garbage you are going to rescue me from." She looked at him lovingly
and said, "Michael, darling, I am going to be making babies for us as
fast as I can. Do I have to keep on working in films, too?" Mike took
her into his arms and melted his lips on hers. After easing away and
regaining her breath, Ginny looked over at Susan and said, "She'll live
- through that, anyway." He kissed her again, more hungrily this time.
She whispered, "I thought I took good care of you already today."
"But that was this morning," he complained. Then he whispered in her
ear, "And in the meantime I've made all kinds of warm cum to flood your
insides. Interested?"
Ginny made warm noises deep in her body and rubbed her body against his
now-engorged cock and muttered, "Yum! I can hardly wait."
"I adore you, my darling," Mike said. Then he told Ginny about the
bullets in Susan's body. "Honey, that girl must be in continuous agony.
And yet she almost moves as if there is no problem. You only notice it
if you carefully look at her movements on each side independently."
Shaking his head he continued, "You know, John Roberts admits he only
came over to humor a friend. He just flat could not believe a veteran
could be discharged with removable bullets still in her body. Now he
believes, and it's not at all funny. He is going over some x-rays that
were just taken and then will be joining us. We are going to go in
together. Given where the bullets are, I'm assuming he'll be going in
from the front. That poor girl is really going to get a working over."
Jim Reading and his people left to be replaced by Penny Watts, a senior
makeup artist. The woman looked over Susan very carefully and finally
nodded her head decisively just once. Turning on Ginny she pretended to
glare and said, "Marcia Matthews, for chrissakes will you quit wasting
my time. This girl could use a manicure. She needs some sunshine -
she's too pale. She could wear a little lipstick if she wants to really
go hog-wild. Full stop!" Penny just shook her head and continued,
"Marcia, she is going to be utterly gorgeous. I thought you were the
last of the makeup artist's dreams, but now there's another: her. But
where in heaven's name did you find her? And what are you two playing
in? I assume you're both starring in the same film, aren't you? And
could I please get the assignment? Please?"
Ginny just smiled and replied, "Susan is not even in the business,
Penny. She is here for some very serious surgery. But could someone
give her that manicure you mentioned? I think it would cheer her up."
The woman smiled and made a thumbs-up sign. Moments later a manicurist
came in and started to work on Susan's hands.
By the time she finished, John Roberts had joined them and waiters from
Maxim's produced a catered dinner for the foursome. They were seated
around a rolling table with Susan wearing her new bathrobe. She looked
beautiful with her hair now glistening with its natural highlights.
"How do you feel, Sue?" Ginny asked. "Is there anything else you want?
Anything at all?"
Susan smiled warmly and slowly shook her head. "Ginny, everything is
just perfect. I can't thank you enough." Then the smile turned into a
very cute grin as she added, "Miss Cameron, could I make a short video
tape? With me kneeling on the floor and bowing until my forehead
touches, thanking you? That way when these things come along, one right
after another, I can just point to the VCR, roll the tape, and save a
lot of wear and tear on a bod that can't take a whole lot more right
now."
Ginny just delighted at her good spirits and the return of her sense of
humor. Susan continued, "I have just one question, though. How much
did you have to pay those people, and how much rehearsal time was
required for them to get their lines down? That is the right phrase,
isn't it? 'Getting the lines down'?" Ginny looked at her puzzled.
Susan explained, "You know, Ginny! All that garbage about my hair,
makeup, and the rest. It was a real hoot!"
Finally realizing what Susan was talking about, it was Ginny's turn to
shake her head and laugh. "I hate to ruin your day, honey," she said,
"but it was all honest. Jim Reading was in absolute raptures over your
hair. When he was leaving he asked me to tell you that he would
consider it a personal favor if you would allow him to continue to
handle your hair styling. That's not bullshit, either. You're not in
the trade, so you may not know that Jim has four or five Oscars for hair
styling. He's considered the very best in the business. Oh, it's all
free, by the way. He says women like you are great advertising for
him."
Ginny laughed again as Susan's jaw dropped. She exclaimed, "You can't
be serious! If you are, he's crazy! He's nuts! Certifiably insane!
Me!?"
Ginny was now laughing so hard she could no longer even talk. All she
could do was to vigorously nod her head up and down while she howled
with laughter and tried to regain control. Finally she was able to say,
"My darling Susan, that is the highest praise there is. Honest. Ask
Mike. Those people know heads and faces. They are real pros. They see
the structure and the raw material. If you ever want to really roll on
the floor laughing, just get a group of hair stylists and makeup people
together talking about the stars they have worked on. Talk about seeing
it warts and all! And they will be delighted to tell you exactly were
every wart is and describe it in detail."
Susan just shook her head in disbelief and turned to the other doctor.
Her face grew serious as she asked, "Dr. Roberts, what's the word? I
guess the bullets have to come out, don't they?"
Roberts was developing an appreciation for the incredible courage of
this girl. "Miss Jennings," he replied, "They have to come out. You're
in constant pain, aren't you?"
In response Susan shrugged her shoulders. When she did Ginny saw what
Mike had seen earlier. Her right shoulder moved differently from her
left. "It's okay, Doctor," Susan replied. "I'm used to it, anyway."
Roberts raised an eyebrow and looked at her skeptically. "Young lady,
you are lying. Should I get a dolorometer?"
Susan's eyes widened and she said softly, "No, Doctor. Please don't
waste your time." Then she tried to grin and continued, "I give up. I
guess it does hurt pretty bad. But I really am used to it, though."
Hearing of a dolorometer, Ginny whispered a question to Mike asking what
a dolorometer is. He explained it was a machine that measured pain. It
was attached to a part of the body away from the suspected pain source.
Then the pain was increased until the patient could feel the
machine-induced pain rather than the internal - or external - pain
source. Based on Susan's reaction, the pain must be continuous and
agonizing.
Mike turned to John and asked, "Which way are you going in? From the
front?" Roberts nodded. "Okay," Mike said, "How do you feel about it,
Sue? You're a nurse so you know what's coming up."
Susan smiled ruefully, nodded her head and said, "I guess I'll manage.
And thanks, guys." Turning to Roberts she said, "Doctor, I haven't had
a chance to even talk to you. I guess you're going to take out the
metal, but I really don't have any money yet. So... So could...
could,..." Susan stammered, "Could you submit your bill in sort of
bite-sized pieces?"
John Roberts looked at her with tears forming in the corners of his
eyes. His voice cracked when he asked, "Susan, do you have a penny?"
She was puzzled but looked in her purse. It was part of a brand-new
outfit Rick had given her. There was a loaded change purse in it. She
took out a penny and gave it to him.
Looking at her solemnly, he carefully put it in his pocket. "Do you
need a receipt for tax purposes, Susan?" he asked. "You are now
prepaid in full for the surgery. Thank you very much for your prompt
payment."
"Dr. Roberts, you can't be serious!" Susan exclaimed. "You... you're
famous! I owe you," she insisted.
"Like hell you do!" he instantly responded. "I happen to know what
you're paying Mike Chapman. I just scaled my fees to his. If he's
getting ten cents per scar, even one cent for a few stray bullets is
much too much." Looking at her intently now he asked, "How did you get
them, by the way? They have obviously been there for quite a while."
Ginny quickly told him the story of the prison camp, the crucifixion,
the breakout and the aftermath. She watched his tears start to flow
uncontrolled as he realized his patient had carried the bullets in her
body for almost four years. Reaching into his wallet he took out a
ten-dollar bill and gave it to Susan. "I made one of my usual billing
mistakes, Miss Jennings. This is your overpayment, refunded."
Looking at her closely, he nodded his head and said, "Susan, I owe you
more than mere money. You are a credit to this country, to the nursing
profession, and to the human race. I consider it a great honor and
privilege to be allowed to operate on you. Believe me when I say it is
worth a very great deal to me."
Susan studied his face very carefully and finally realized that Roberts
was totally serious. Tears started to flow down her cheeks and she
stammered, "Thank you, Doctor. I don't know what to say except thank
you. It's inadequate, I know, but... but... Thanks."
He kissed her on the cheek and said he would see her in the operating
room the next morning.
* * *
While Ginny was waiting for Susan to be brought back to her room from
the recovery room the next afternoon, Mike came in looking for her.
When he entered, Ginny was scared and gasped in dismay when she saw
tears running down his cheeks. "What happened, Darling? What went
wrong?" she asked while a sense of pure panic threatened to overwhelm
her. Something had gone terribly wrong with the operation.
Mike just shook his head and said finally, "Those bastards! And I'm
talking about my surgical team, Darling. Susan is fine. But those
idiots saw the TV news last night that we missed. Anyway, there was a
big story about Susan and her wounds. When they learned that she was
our patient today they refused to submit bills or to accept any payment
at all. They are working for nothing - every damned one of them! Even
Carmen Garçia, for God's sake, and she is supporting three children.
Even though she desperately needs every penny, she flat refused!" At
that, Mike completely lost control. He was on his knees with his head
cradled in Ginny's lap while she stroked him and made soothing sounds to
comfort him.
Later Ginny was sitting in a chair beside Susan's bed. The girl's body
was bandaged like a mummy's and she was just coming out from the
anaesthesia. When Ginny saw Susan blink and open her eyes, she went to
the bedside with a glass of water and gave her some through a straw.
Susan just smiled her gratitude. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" Ginny
asked softly.
"Since you ask," Susan replied hoarsely, "I feel like I've just been run
over by a truck. And, Virginia Cameron, I am giving you fair warning
right now. Your fiancé is a sadist." With her eyes wide and with a
completely straight face, she continued, "It was painful for me, Ginny,
but I found out in time. You should immediately throw Michael Chapman
out in the street and have nothing further to do with him. Why... Why a
man who would do to me what Mike just did would be whipping you every
week. He would tie you to a whipping post and stripe your back and your
chest. I have saved you again, Ginny. Aren't you glad?"
"Do you really think he will!?" Ginny exclaimed eagerly. "Boy, I can
hardly wait. Just think! Those lovely stripes on my body... The joy
of feeling him crush my wounds..." With her eyes as wide as saucers,
she repeated, "Golly, Sue, do you really think he will?"
She had to hold Susan carefully as the girl began to laugh but at the
same time aggravate her surgical wounds. The two young women were both
crying and laughing at the same time. When she regained control, Ginny
carefully stroked Susan's forehead with a cool cloth and watched her
fall asleep.
* * *
A week later a limousine pulled up in the hospital's driveway to pick up
Susan and take her back to Ginny Cameron's estate. Once there she began
a program of exercise, diet, and sunshine after the bandages were
removed. Meanwhile, Maria continued to feed her many times each day. A
few weeks later, after the worst of the surgical cuts on her chest and
belly were sufficiently healed, she returned to the hospital where Mike
operated a second time, this time on the scars on her back. Both
operations were completely successful, as was John Roberts' operation to
remove the Vietnamese bullets. Susan even had the bullets in her top
drawer. Periodically, she and Ginny would kid about what she might be
able to make out of them.
As the long recovery process began, Susan was delighted and gave thanks
to God for her association with Ginny. The girl was a tower of strength
for Susan who realized that she loved Ginny as a beloved older sister.
The girls had become utterly inseparable to such a degree that one
evening Susan asked with her eyes wide if Ginny wanted her to keep her
company in bed and give her advice while Mike Chapman was plowing her
vaginal canal. Both Ginny and Mike cracked up with laughter while Susan
just looked from one to the other with a puzzled look on her face as if
she could not understand what could possibly be so funny.
Meanwhile, the press coverage of the Susan Jennings story increased in
intensity. There had been intense public interest and an outcry aroused
by the first stories. Responding to the public reaction and interest,
the media maintained the pressure. Rick Jackson got a call from an
Orange County Congressman wanting to know what had happened. The
representative, a member of the House Armed Services Committee, talked
with his chairman. The Navy Department was contacted by a committee
staffer and then all hell started to break loose.
In addition to his masterful job feeding new information to the press,
Rick was also following up on all the contacts coming in on the
telephone lines in response to the stories. In addition to recording
their stories, Rick also fed juicy tidbits to the press to maintain the
media pressure. Within three weeks of the first story breaking, he had
talked to virtually every person who had been held prisoner in that
compound. The stories he heard merely confirmed what he already knew
from Ginny and Susan. To a man - or woman - they offered to go anywhere
to testify in Susan's behalf. Many refused any offer of payment,
insisting on paying their own way.
Finally, Rick put in a call to the White House. A couple of hours later
he was speaking to the President who had returned his call. Quickly he
explained the situation. The President was aware of the Congressional
inquiry and had already determined to be out in front. This man took
his rôle as Commander in Chief of the armed forces seriously. After
hearing the story, the President asked Rick if he would come to
Washington to head up an investigation on his behalf. Rick immediately
agreed and was on the red-eye to Washington that night.
Rick found the subsequent events amusing. Or they would have been had
they not had such a terrible impact on the woman he loved. When a
colonel is burying a captain - or a lieutenant in the Navy, the
equivalent rank - it is not difficult. And if the cage starts to rattle
a little, everyone just holds on tight and waits for things to quiet
down again. But when the Congress and the White House become
interested, the rats begin to run for cover. Because of the mixture of
services, Rick's was a Department of Defense investigating team.
He derived bitter amusement from the events. Because of his shrapnel
wounds Rick Jackson was now a major, United States Marine Corps,
Retired. But as chairman of the special presidential investigating
committee, he outranked the Chief of Naval Operations and the Army's
Chief of Staff. As a result, Susan's "lost" court-martial file was
quickly found. He and his people carefully reviewed it, interviewed a
number of the witnesses Rick had previously located, and then reported
back to the President.
The Secretary of Defense then ordered that a special Court of Inquiry be
convened. Miss Susan Jennings, Brigadier General Homer Black,
Lieutenant Colonel Charles Simon, and Major Judith Harrison were named
as parties to the inquiry. Black, Simon, and Harrison were frozen in
place. They were not allowed to change their military status in any way
pending the findings of the court of inquiry which was scheduled to
convene in Los Angeles at the call of its president, a Navy vice
admiral. The court panel was composed of two- and three-star flag
officers from both the army and the navy.
Rick had occasion to meet with the court's president, Vice Admiral
Charles F. Adams, at the Pentagon. Admiral Adams was surprised to see
that the head of the investigating committee - about whom he had heard
so much - was only in his early thirties. Adams also knew that Jackson
was a highly-decorated combat Marine, and was also one of the richest
men in the country. A very interesting combination, he thought.
Rick sat down across the desk from the admiral. "I'm Rick Jackson,
Admiral Adams," he said. "I understand you wanted to see me."
The admiral looked at him thoughtfully and then said, "Mr. Jackson, what
are you after? Why are you involved in this affair? What are you
trying to do?"
Adams saw Jackson's eyes turn steel grey - and become as cold as an
iceberg. "Admiral, my interest is to see that justice is done. From
our investigation, the defendant in the court- martial, Miss Susan
Jennings, was in no condition to do anything - least of all, participate
in her own defense. The defense counsel appointed to serve was the most
junior lawyer on the base."
Adams recoiled from the piercing look in Jackson's eyes as he continued,
"It wasn't a trial, it was a railroad! They railroaded a girl out of
the service who deserves medals for gallantry, heroism, and
selflessness. She most assuredly did not deserve a court-martial.
Admiral, I don't want to prejudice you, but I'm sure it will all come
out. We have located everyone concerned and have taken steps to ensure
their availability. When do you intend to convene the court?"
"Why... in two weeks," Adams replied in some surprise. "But of course I
am moving the trial back here to Washington."
"Wrong, Admiral!" Rick exclaimed while shaking his head. "You will
convene your court in Los Angeles at the Federal Court House on February
1, next year."
The admiral was stunned. He was being contradicted by a mere major.
"Why... Why that's ridiculous! It will be here in two weeks..."
"Wrong!" Rick was glaring at him now as he continued, "I'm afraid you
didn't read your letter of appointment too carefully. For if you had,
you would have seen that convening the court is dependent upon the
availability of Miss Jennings. She will not be available until February
1, and then only in Los Angeles, the site named for the court in your
orders. Admiral, this girl was railroaded once. It will not happen
again." With fire still in his eyes, Rick regained control and asked in
a calmer tone, "Now why don't you reread your orders?"
The admiral did, slowly. Then he read them again. His blood pressure
was rising as he said, "But this is ridiculous! She... She's only a
civilian! This cannot be."
Rick shook his head again and said, "It can be and it is. You noticed
that the order is signed by the Secretaries of the Army and the Navy and
countersigned by the Secretary of Defense. Do you care to argue?"
Adams now looked thoroughly defeated as Rick said, "I thought not. I
look forward to seeing you again in Los Angeles. Good day, Admiral."
Rick left a very deflated vice admiral sitting in his office as he
quietly shut the door behind himself.
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