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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 31b (M/F) (236 lines)
January 22, 1998

This is about the 41st section, and is the second half of Chapter 31.  Please
combine it with 31a for the full chapter.  Although this is substantially more
tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 31b

He whispered in her ear, "I have to have the only mother in the world who's
lost at least twenty- five years in age in the last twelve months.  Mom,
you're gorgeous!"  While Ken was admiring his mother, the Admiral went back to
the bedroom.

Susan saw him enter and gasped, "Grandfather, I'm impressed!"  Indeed, the
Admiral did look impressive in his full dress uniform dripping with the gold
of his four-star rank.

"And I'm more than impressed," he responded.  "You two are absolutely too
much.  Do you know, Kathy, right now with three generations of Stark women --
I'm not sure how we got so lucky -- there appears to be about a ten-year age
spread, top to bottom?  Susan, go and see your grandmother.  I want to talk to
your mom for a second."

They could hear Susan's yelp of surprise as she kissed her grandmother and
exclaimed over her appearance.  Sam looked at Kathy.  "Sweetheart, I've been
asked to make an official request.  Would you please bring your Medal of
Freedom tonight?"  Kathy looked at him and saw at once he wasn't joking.

"Dad, you meant it when you said, 'official request', didn't you?  I'll see if
I can find it.  But do I have to put it on now?" she asked.  She found the
medal in her drawer and gave it to the Admiral to hold.  He opened the box,
looked at it, shook his head, put it in his pocket and closed it.

The doorbell rang again, and it was Jeff.  His eyes almost popped when he saw
the combination of gold braid and beautiful women.  He was absolutely tongue-
tied when he met Betty Stark.  Suddenly, he brightened.  "Ma'am, I'm truly
delighted to meet you.  And you've just solved a mystery for me -- or maybe
just created another.  I couldn't figure out how Mrs. Stark could possibly be
Susan's mother.  But now I meet you, and you're not old enough to be Susan's
mother either, let alone the Commander's.  Maybe it's something in the water."

Betty chuckled and kissed the boy on his cheek.

The young people left and the older Starks went downstairs where limousines
Kathy had hired were waiting.  She had decided there was no sense in wrecking
their gowns before they even got to the dance.  When they arrived the dance
was about to start.  Kathy was startled as she read on the bass drum, "U.S.
Marine Corps Band -- Marine Barracks -- Washington, D.C."  She looked at the
Admiral who just shrugged.  The presence of the Marine Band was news to him.
Kathy was worried.  She remembered the Marine Band was the only military unit
under the direct command of the President.  The bandsmen were in their dress
white uniforms as well.  Kathy knew the band -- once directed by John Philip
Sousa himself -- was still one of the finest collections of musicians in the
country.

She greeted Sandy and Jack Castle.  Sandy took her aside to the corner and
took Kathy's hand.  She pressed it to her abdomen.  Kathy could feel the
swelling.  She looked at the girl who was also wearing a strapless gown and
saw her breasts were swollen.  The girl's eyes were radiant.  "Kathy, there's
no way Jack and I can thank you enough.  He knows what happened, now."  Her
eyes grew serious.  "And I do, too.  He told me he was coming home that day to
ask for a divorce.  Kathy, if it's a girl, may we please name her after you?"
Sandy grinned, "After all, she's your responsibility!"

The dance progressed.  Kathy floated around the floor with Ken and noticed the
admiring glances from the students as they danced by.  As the hour approached
ten o'clock, Kathy was growing concerned.  Events were not following her
script.  First, the band was scheduled to take a break at ten.  Instead, she
saw other members of the band appear to augment the dance band.  Promptly at
ten o'clock the band hit a fanfare and Mr. Whitaker came up on stage.  "Ladies
and Gentlemen, it's a great privilege and pleasure to welcome the Secretary of
Defense of the United States, Mr. John Connors."  The band played ruffles and
flourishes, the appropriate honors for the Secretary.  Kathy had earlier heard
the sounds of helicopter operations coming from the parking area outside the
gym.  The Admiral had said they were using special choppers which were sound-
muffled.

The secretary came out on stage to be greeted by applause from the obviously
very puzzled children.  When the gym had quieted, he said, "Ladies and
gentlemen, the President of the United States!"  Suddenly the entire Marine
Band -- all its members were present -- struck up "Hail to the Chief."  The
side door opened and Secret Service agents moved in preceding the President
who came in and went directly up onto the stage to the microphone.  He stood
at attention waiting for the completion of honors.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  I'm very happy to be here this evening.
For the two or three people in the country who care about such things, the
official White House schedule says I'm at Camp David, fishing.  Well, the
fishing wasn't too good today, so I thought I would come down here instead.

"Would Susan Stark please come up on stage?" the President asked.  Susan
gasped as the President called her name.  She then went up on stage to where
he was standing.  While this was going on and all eyes were riveted on the
President, Kathy felt the Medal of Freedom at her throat and could feel Sam
securing the catch behind her neck.

"How do you do, Susan?" the President greeted the girl.  He stood back to
admire her, nodded, and went back to the microphone.  "When I'm in the Oval
Office, the place is lousy with advisors.  These are people who claim to be
experts at everything imaginable.  Well, some of these experts were making
some minor -- and some not-so-minor -- wagers on the outcome of a soccer match
last fall.  It seems a number of them live in Reston.  The next thing I know,
these experts aren't so expert.  It seems there's a beautiful young woman
living in Virginia Beach who took their team apart by herself.  I can't
personally attest to the latter, but I agree with their judgment on the
former.  Young lady, you are one of the most beautiful young women it has ever
been my good fortune to meet.

"But I didn't come down here for that.  There's another reason.  Susan, do you
know what your father did in Vietnam?" the President asked quietly.

The room was still.  Susan replied, "No, sir.  I don't.  He never talks about
it.  I do know he has four bullet holes in his shoulder, but he's never told
us how he was hit.  Mom and I ask, but he never answers."

"Thank you, Susan.  Please stay here with me, if you would."  The President
looked around the now-packed gymnasium.  "I referred to 'experts' awhile ago.
Well, they did something they *are* good at: tracking down obscure bits of
information.  It seems that this school enrolls sons or daughters of the
commanders of more than half the warships in the United States Atlantic Fleet.
Almost 70 percent of you are sons or daughters of career military personnel.
I'm here tonight to try to explain what your fathers do -- besides not being
home on days that are so important to you, like the day you won the State
Soccer Championship.  Susan, I know your dad was there.  I also know that the
fathers of nearly half your teammates were not.  Kids, they were defending the
country.  What, exactly, does that mean?  Well, I came here tonight to tell
you a little bit of what that means.

"Commander Kenneth Stark, front and center!" the President called out.  Ken's
jaw dropped.  Kathy gave his hand a squeeze and pushed him toward the stage.
He mounted the steps, saluted smartly and stood at attention in front of the
Commander in Chief.

The President reached for a piece of paper which his naval aide handed him.
"Kenneth Stark, for wounds suffered from enemy action on April 2, 1975, it is
my pleasure to award you the Purple Heart Medal."  The President took the
medal from his aide and pinned it on Ken's uniform.  Ken saluted smartly and
was about to go when the President said under his breath, "Stand fast!"

"That medal should have been awarded years and years ago.  It wasn't.  It
wasn't awarded because Commander Stark was wounded at a time quite a few
people would rather forget about.  We weren't defeated in Vietnam, we were
bugging out.  That's what we were doing in April, 1975.  Commander Stark, then
an ensign and a recent graduate of the Naval Academy, was doing what so many
before and since have done -- his duty.  What happened that day so long ago?

"Ensign Stark was second in command of a flotilla of river craft.  It was
assigned to help in the evacuation of a unit of the Army of Vietnam that had
been cut off by North Vietnamese regulars.  The town was encircled.  The only
way out was by water.  Stark's unit was given the task and it arrived on
schedule.  Americans went ashore to supervise the embarkation of the
Vietnamese troops, many of whom were wounded.  With almost all the Americans
now off the boats, the North Vietnamese mounted an all-out attack with
everything they had including heavy artillery.  Ensign Stark formed a detail
of boat holders and led a charge to rescue fourteen Americans who had been cut
off and were being massacred.  Single-handed, he charged an enemy machine gun
and destroyed it.  He is given credit for killing over thirty of the enemy
himself.  But that wasn't all.  Attacking a manned machine gun carries a price
-- a price he paid.  He was hit four times in the shoulder and later nearly
died.  Nevertheless, he got his men back inside the rapidly collaps ing
perimeter.  He organized the evacuation of all the troops, particularly
including the wounded Vietnamese he had been sent in to get.

"I said he was second in command.  Now he was in command.  The commanding
officer of the flotilla had been killed.  Ensign Stark got them out and stayed
on the bridge of his lead boat, now covering the retreat, until they were out
of danger.  At that point, he collapsed and came to quite awhile later in the
Naval Hospital at Pearl Harbor."

"What I have just said to you is a paraphrase -- trying to translate jargon
into English -- of an award I am about to make.  You know -- or possibly don't
-- the face on the Purple Heart is that of a great Virginian, George
Washington.  Well, it gives me great pride to recognize another great
Virginian, Kenneth Stark, by presenting him with the Medal of Honor."  The
band struck up "Anchors Aweigh" as the President secured the medal with its
blue ribbon with white stars around Ken's neck.  "Congratulations, Commander.
Well done!"  Then in a low voice, "Don't leave yet, Commander.  We're full of
surprises tonight."

The band stopped playing and the President returned to the microphone.  "You
know, the award I just presented to Susan's father is the highest award for
valor our country can bestow.  There is another element to the award.  Over 80
percent of the Medals of Honor given are awarded posthumously.  That's a ten-
dollar word meaning the recipient is dead.  Typically, he died in the action
for which the medal is given.  Commander Stark came within a whisker of being
in the same boat.  I'm happy he's here, and looking at Susan beam, I'm sure
she is, too.  There's more, Susan.  I also know you and your mother are the
Virginia state mother-daughter tennis champi ons.  Am I correct?"  Susan
nodded shyly.  "However, I also happen to know something else about your
mother.  Would Katherine Smith Stark please come up on the stage?"

Kathy felt a push in her back and she climbed the stairs.  Before greeting the
President, she had something more important to do.  She kissed Ken, and held
him in her arms.  "Darling, I'm so proud for you," she whispered.  She then
went to greet the President who was obviously enjoying himself immensely.  He
shook her hand and looked from her to Susan and back.  "Wow!" he said quietly
as he held up his hands for quiet.

"I don't know if they know which end of the racket to hold, but I do know
these two are the most beautiful mother-daughter combination in the world.  As
pleasant as that is, though, there's more.  You see Mrs. Stark is wearing a
medal around her neck, too.  Although she doesn't know it, she's wearing it as
a special favor to me.  It is the Medal of Freedom, one of our lesser-known
national awards.  Nevertheless, it is the highest award our nation can bestow
on a civilian.  Susan, I want you to know you have a most remarkable set of
parents.  Your father is a winner of the Medal of Honor, while your mother
holds the Medal of Freedom.  But there's even more.  Admiral Stark, would you
and your wife join us, please?"

Sam and Betty Stark joined the party on the stage.  "Susan, I'm told you're
very fond of your grandfather.  I also know he's very fond of you... and
substantially richer because of you.  I mentioned that several senior members
of the White House staff were considerably poorer after you beat Reston.  It
seems your grandfather was covering their bets.

"However, the reason he's here is because, along with being your grandfather,
he is also the former Commander in Chief of the United States Atlantic Fleet.
In that position he commanded all the ships in our Navy operating in the
Atlantic Ocean, including everything based here in Norfolk.  I can't tell you
what his present job is except to say it's bigger than his old one, and you
can see how big that was.  Sam, welcome."  The President shook hands with his
friend and key military advisor.

"Susan, your family manifests the highest possible standards of honor,
integrity, and bravery.  Susan, I hope you'll try to live up to the standards
your parents and grandparents have set for you.  And you're off to a helluva
start!

"Kids, I'm sorry for taking up too much of your time this evening.  There's an
old joke that says if you put a politician in front of a microphone with two
voters he'll make a speech.  And I guess I just did.  But kids, there's a
serious message for you.  If your dads aren't with you when you want them --
and need them, sometimes -- it's not because they don't care or don't love
you.  They're doing something very important and making great personal
sacrifices to do it.  Try to understand.  To them and to you, I say, thank God
they are there!"

The band began to play and the President came over to Kathy.  "Kathy, how do
you do?  I hope you don't mind if I call you Kathy.  I understand just about
everyone does.  This has been a rare privilege for me.  I've heard Kathy
stories for years.  Now I have some idea of what the fuss is all about.  Sam
told me it was you who raised hell about Ken and the medal.  But he says
you're a specialist at raising hell.  Incidentally, the substitution was my
own doing.  I read the award, did some research, and decided the DOD was
sweeping it under the rug.  It's not that the Navy Cross is a cheap award --
far from it.  But what he did clearly deserves the Medal of Honor, and I'm
delighted to make the presentation.  Now I'm afraid I must leave before the
Secret Service starts having fits."  He grinned and moved off.  Moments later
they heard the throb of helicopters taking off.

The band was playing and she went to Ken.  "Will you dance with me, please?"
she asked him softly.

When they moved out on the dance floor, they were the only ones there.  She
was in heaven, moving in his arms, and floating around the floor.  Ken hadn't
said anything.  He just held her in his strong arms.  Finally the music
stopped.  Suddenly the whole gym erupted in cheers.  They were instantly
surrounded by well-wishers including, it turned out, virtually the entire off-
duty sections of the Evans who had come to see their skipper receive his
award.

Later that night back at the apartment, Kathy was standing in the bedroom nude
-- and worried.  Ken had scarcely said anything to her since the award
ceremony.  He was in the kitchen, so she got into bed and waited for him.  'I
did it this time,' she thought.  'He's never going to speak to me again.  I
meddled once too often.'

Ken came into the bedroom and got into bed, still without speaking a word.  He
put his arm around her and gave her a hug.  She responded by molding herself
to him.  "Do you want to find out if your nipples still fit the bullet holes?"
he asked, as he played with her nipples which instantly hardened.  With a
little yelp, she clambered on top of him and started with one of her favorite
games.  At the same time she could feel his hand on her crotch with a finger
penetrating her cunt.  Ken was playing one of his favorite games, too.

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