Captured: Dreaming of home
© Copyright 2008 – 2009
Written by Banzai Ben
ben@banzaiben.com
Chapter 5 – Sniper School
Tuesday 04 September 2007
Khudabah, Pakistan –
Morning of day seven
It's finally starting to get
light, and the damned rats are finally crawling back into their holes and
dragging some of their dead buddies with them. The fucking towelheads will be
back with the sunrise, bringing a new torture.
Those sick fuck bastards. They
spent all yesterday raping some young woman, a white American aid worker they
caught. They tied her down on a nasty bed in my room and took turns on her all
day long. I think every man in this whole bumfuck town showed up. The worst of
it was, last night, they left her tied up and the rats – well, it's not a
pretty sight; they ate quite a bit of her.
I’m glad that she had
passed out by then and was spared the pain. Most of all, I’m glad that my Jens
wasn't with me; I would die if she had gotten caught. If I ever get free (Now
that's a joke; like that will ever happen) I’m going to kill every one of the
bastards in this town.
Maybe I can bolster my mind
against them with some good memories. Anything before they got their hands on
me is a good memory.
Kaneohe Bay Hawaii –
Tuesday Day Three
Jens and I had a wonderful
evening. When I woke up in the morning, her back was pressed tightly against my
front and as usual, I had a morning wood. It was sandwiched between my belly
and her back.
She was already awake, and
rolled to wink at me. “Good morning, my love. Is that a pistol in your pocket,
or are you just happy to see me?”
I smiled. “Good morning,
beautiful. That isn’t a pistol in my pocket, and I’m most definitely happy to
see you. How’d you sleep, my love, and how do you feel?”
She yawned and stretched. “I
feel wonderful. I can't believe last night. You took such good care of me, and
then you even slept with me. You do know this is the first time I’ve ever slept
with a man,” she winked at me.
I pulled her into a tight
embrace. “It won't be the last time.”
Then I swatted her on the
butt. “Time to get moving, lazy bones. I'm pretty much ready to go, so I’ll get
breakfast this morning.”
“Can't you hold me just a little
longer?” She asked, batting her violet eyes.
“Fool me once, shame on you;
fool me twice, shame on me. You've already pulled this one on me, and if it was
the evening, I might agree. But we have things to do today,” I answered.
She pouted. “You're such a
slave driver!” Then she jumped up, letting the sheet fall to the floor. She was
still nude underneath, and my eyes about popped out of my head.
“Like the view, big boy?” she
teased, and ran off to her bedroom. I was glad that she left, because once
again I had to adjust things.
I jumped up and went to take
care of my quick morning duties and put the house back together. Breakfast
wasn't going to be oatmeal today. Instead, I made vanilla-almond granola
covered with yogurt; it's very tasty, and much faster to make.
Jens came skipping into the
kitchen. “Good morning, darling. Thanks so much for making breakfast. Oh, this
looks almost as yummy as you.” she hugged me and kissed my cheek. Then she
swatted my butt. “Let's eat. I'm starving.”
During breakfast, she looked
a little apprehensive and wasn't her normal talkative self.
I gave her a no-nonsense
look. “Okay Jens, I can tell you have something on your mind, come on and spill
it.”
She got this real worried
look on her face, and wrinkled up her forehead. “Ben, my darling, my honey,”
she began.
Uh-oh. I think this is
going to be bad
“I didn't tell you everything
about Daddy coming last night because I was worried you would be upset, and I
didn't want to ruin the evening.” She took a deep breath. “Mom is also coming
with him. They’re planning on us going dining and dancing with them tonight.
They’ve already made the reservations at the Honolulu Star Sunset Dinner
Cruise. I'm sorry, my love, but Mom wanted to meet you because I’ve told her
all about you and my love for you.”
I let this information sink
in for about three minutes. Jens grew more and more worried. Finally I opened
my mouth. “My love, I have to say this is a big surprise. At first I was
shocked and of course concerned, then I thought about it, and I’m looking
forward to it. I think I need to tell both the General and your mother about my
love for you and to get everything out in the open for at least them.
“This will not change the
state of our current relationship; I still consider us 'married without all the
benefits.' I promise you that by the end of the night, I’ll have convinced the
General that our relationship is the right thing, and I will also have swept
your mother off her feet. Semper Fidelis, my Jens.”
I must have said something
right. She came over to me and sat in my lap, hugged me tight, and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, my love. I was so worried that you would be
upset and just take off.”
I gave her a stern look, “My love,
I would never do that to you. However, I’m a little upset at you.”
Her eyes widened, and the
tears started forming in the corners of them.
“Now don't go crying about
this until you hear what I say.” I stroked her hair with one hand and gave her
waist a squeeze with the other. “I promise you that I’ll be totally open and
honest with you about everything, and I also expect the same from you. This is
the only way that our ”marriage” will work. I’ll tell you anything and
everything and I expect the same from you.
“You should have told me this
last night and not held it in and worried about it. It hurts me to think that
you didn’t trust me enough to know that I’d be able to deal with this.”
Well, I guess I said too much
that time. Jens started crying. “I’m so, so, so, sorry. I didn't want to hurt
you; I’ll never hurt you again. I promise I’ll tell you everything.”
I held her close and kissed
away the tears. “Hey, it's okay. Come on, now, stop the tears. I have something
to ask you, my love. It’s important, and I can't do it while you are crying.”
Her tears stopped, and she sniffled a little. I stood up with her in my arms
and sat her setting on it. Then, I got down on one knee in front of her and
looked up into her eyes.
“Jens, I am formally asking
you to go on a date with me tonight, to go dining and dancing with your
parents.”
She jumped of the chair and
grabbed me around the neck, hugging me tight and knocking us both back onto the
kitchen floor. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I’d love to go dining and dancing with
you tonight –,” She stopped, a bit abashed, and asked, “Oh, do you know how to
dance?”
“Can pigs fly?” I replied. Mama loved to dance and made sure that I was an
excellent dancer. “Sergeant Donaldson, we need to get moving and do our
PT this morning. Ten hut!”
Her jaw dropped a little, but
her military training kicked in, and she jumped up and stood at attention.
I felt a little bad about
doing that, but dammit, we needed to get going for the day. “Fall out and be
ready to leave for the gym in five minutes.”
She saluted and skipped off
to her room. But on her way out of the kitchen she called over her shoulder, “I
can't wait to tell mom that we slept together last night,” and laughed.
Oh, no, she wouldn't really
do that would she???
We ran over to the gym. I’d
designated Tuesday for the back, biceps, and forearms. One thing I forgot to
mention, when I am doing PT I usually wear some adhesive tape on both index
fingers, being a sniper, I need to make sure that I can feel the trigger, so I
can't afford to get calluses on them.
All my workouts consist of
five one-minute sets (I don't keep track of the number of reps) with one minute
of aerobics between sets.
The first exercise was
bent-knee dead lifts, with an added move at the end. You bend from the waist,
keeping your knees slightly bent slowly lowering the dumbbells to the floor,
and then you slowly raise back up, making sure to keep your abdominal muscles
tight so you don't hurt your back. When we reached the standing position, then
we did a shoulder shrug trying to touch our ears with our shoulders. In between
were jumping jacks.
Next, we did standing
dumbbell upright rows. Standing with the dumbbells at our waist, we would
slowly bring them up almost to our chins. The added move for this one is that
once the dumbbell was at the chin, we pushed it out in front of us until our
arms were straight, brought the weights back in, and slowly lowered them back
to our waists to finish one rep. For our aerobics, we did cross knee raises –
right knee to left elbow, and left knee to right elbow.
Bent-over dumbbell flies made
the third exercise. First, we put our heads on a table or bench so our waists formed
a ninety degree angle to our legs. Then, with the dumbbells hanging down
towards the floor, slowly moved our arms outward until our arms were parallel
to the floor, held that for one second, and tried to pinch our shoulder blades
together. Then slowly back down for one rep. We did squat thrusts in between.
The last back exercise using
weights was weighted back twists. We grabbed a weighted bar (a barbell would
also work), stood with our feet slightly more than shoulder width apart, and
rotated to the right and to the left. This is a good workout for the lower and
mid back. We did lunges in between.
Then we switched to the
functional exercises. The push up is the best functional exercise for the chest
and triceps. Its counterpoint is the pull up for the back and biceps. I love
doing pull ups.
First, we did normal grip
pull ups, and I’m proud to say I kicked butt on them. Normally, women
don't have enough strength to do a decent pull up, but Jens did really well.
In between, we ran in place.
Then, we did hammer pull ups,
where our hands faced ninety degrees from a normal pull up. This really
isolates the bicep.
Then we kept the aerobics up
by running in place again.
The last functional exercise
I like to do is a climbing wall, but they didn't have one here. They did have a
peg board, so we did that, and then more running in place in between.
Then, we moved back to the
weights to finish off the biceps, starting with seated bicep curls using a
blaster. In between, we beat the shit out of the heavy bag.
Next came standing hammer
curls with more bag work in between.
All that was left then were
the abdominals and the forearms. We did hanging leg lifts for the abs: hanging
from a pull up bar, we slowly raised our legs to a ninety-degree angle to our
body, then slowly lowered our legs back down for one rep. In between, we did
windmills.
Last came the forearms. I am
not sure what it’s called, and I think I saw it on a Raquel Welch western movie
where she was raped and became a gunfighter to kill her rapists, but I have a
piece of broom handle about one foot long. It has a hole in the middle with a
rope running through it, and at the other end of the rope is a small piece of
dowel. We put weight plates on the end with the dowel and then rotated the
broom handle, cranking up the weights, then lowered it back down and cranked it
up in the opposite direction. We just talked in between. I was lazy that day.
To finish off the hour, we
did balance exercises on wobble boards. Jens was pretty bored on the wobble
boards, so I started pushing her off.
“So, you think you're a big,
tough Marine, do you,” she challenged. “Do this.” She grabbed a fitness ball,
put one foot in the middle of it, and proceeded to stand on the ball, “Come on,
big boy, and give it a try.”
I did, and really couldn't
get the hang of it. She was laughing the whole time and egging me on. At least
I didn't fall and break my butt.
“What's next, dear,” she
asked.
“Oh, I was thinking that I
don't want to get your muscles so sore that you can't dance tonight, so we’ll
take a little swim over to Kahaluu point and back. I know the General and your
mother are coming in this afternoon, and I figured you would want to meet
them,” I said.
She smiled. “You’re so thoughtful.
Thank you. I’ll call for our escort and tell them to meet us with a zodiac.”
Oh damn. I forgot about the
fricken escort. I wonder if they will be with us tonight.
We met the escort ten minutes
later and handed them our sidearms. They gave us each a pair of goggles, we
jumped in Kaneohe Bay, and started swimming for the point. We swam freestyle
for awhile, and then I started swimming a modified butterfly stroke that I
like. The water was a little choppy, so it took us an hour and forty-five minutes
to swim to the point and another hour and forty to swim back. The zodiac came
up and gave us our sidearms, and took off.
Jens looked at her watch and
said, “Oh, I have to hurry and get changed to meet Dad and Mom. I'll race you
to the house. Last one there is a rotten egg.”
We beat feet to the house.
Jens is a fast runner, but I’m just a bit faster. I slowed up right at the end
so we finished together. We passed DI Anderson's platoon again, but we were
going so fast that we didn't hear the insults this time.
As we unlocked the door, I
remarked, “I guess I will do some reading this afternoon.”
Jens piped up, “Oh, no way,
Mister. You’re coming with me to meet Dad and Mom. So get your ass moving and
get into your dress blues.”
Oh crap, I thought I was
going to have at least until tonight to get ready.
I went into my bathroom and
gave myself a quick haircut – just a cheap pair of clippers set on an eighth of
an inch and I am fine – and jumped into the shower. I touched up my shave from
that morning and put on my dress blues. I figured that I would wear the evening
dress uniform tonight. I arrived in the living room at the same time as Jens. I
have never known a woman to get ready that fast. It has to be the USMC
training.
I looked at her and said,
“Damn, you sure clean up well, for a Marine,” and laughed.
She looked at me and replied,
“Oh, damn. I forgot my underwear. Would you like to see?” She batted her
eyelashes.
I thought about calling her bluff,
but figured I’d have to rearrange something in my pants if I did. Luckily, the
Humvee pulled up and saved my ass.
It's a big deal when the USMC
General comes to any base. They usually have several weeks notice to prepare
things. However, this was sort of a surprise visit. I’d heard that the BCO
(Base Commanding Officer) had been chewing ass to get things ready, and the
base looked great.
The Humvee dropped us at the
heliport, and we took out place in the receiving line. The chopper was right on
time, and as the door opened, the band started playing the Marine Hymn, and we
all stood up a little straighter and a lot more proud. I’d never seen the
General’s wife, and as he helped her off the chopper, I could tell where Jens
got her good looks from; it certainly wasn't from the old man.
Because we were just lowly
Non-Commissioned Officers, we were at the end of the line, and even though I
outranked Jens, I put her ahead of me in the line as a sign of respect. The
General came up, looked at me, and shook my hand. I gave him my best Recon
shake.
He said, “Sergeant Major
Blaine, it's good to meet you again. You are rapidly becoming a legend in the
Corps. I look forward to talking with you later.”
His wife Evelyn was right
behind him, she walked up to me and didn't hold her hand out right away.
Instead, she looked me up and down her eyes noticing my two Silver Stars. She
finally held out her hand for a shake. I took it gently, and then she squeezed
the hell out of my hand while looking in my eyes with a friendly smile.
“What sort of half-assed
handshake is that? I thought you were a Marine, but perhaps you’re a just
another poser! ,” then laughed. “The General and I look forward to getting to
know you better later tonight.”
I replied,“Thank you, Ma'am.
I look forward to conversing and dancing with you,” and gave her one of my
biggest smiles.
Finally, all the pomp and
ceremony was over, and Jens asked me to wait a couple of minutes while she
talked with her mother and the General.
She came back with a huge
smile on her face. “Well, Marine, I don't know what you said to my mom, but
she’s really impressed by you.”
We headed back to the house
to change for the night. The General and his wife were going to stop by for
cocktails, and then a limo would take us over for our Honolulu Star Sunset
Dinner Cruise. Neither Jens nor I were very messy, so we tidied up the house a
bit and dusted some, and I went in and changed into my evening dress uniform.
As I came into the living room, Jens called from her bedroom, “Honey, can you
come here a minute?”
I walked in and all she had
on were a pair of thong panties. “Like what you see?” She laughed and winked at
me.
“I don't think those are
regulation USMC underwear,” I quipped as my face heated. The woman was going to
put me in an asylum if she kept this up.
“Ah,” she replied, still
standing there, all proud in her thong. “The General told me that I didn't need
to wear my uniform tonight, so I am going civilian.”
“At least you're not going commando
tonight,” I replied, reflecting that I really was getting better with the
bantering. “Did you just bring me in here to torture me, my love, or did you
need me to do something for you?”
“Oh, I almost forgot. Since I
am a civilian tonight, I’m going to be a little late. Would you mind meeting
Dad and Mom at the door and making them comfortable?”
I could smell that this had
been planned, and probably for a good reason, so instead of being my usual
hard-headed self, I said, “No problem. I’d love to do this for you,” and
excused myself.
Once I got back to the living
room, I wiped my brow and readjusted my pants. Damn, she had a fine body. I
needed to simmer down before the General and his wife showed up, so I made sure
that the ice bucket in the bar was full and that everything else was fine, and
sat down to wait.
The general and his wife were
right on time. I answered the door and made the apology for Jens telling them
that she would be late, and asked them to please take a seat.
“Mrs. Donaldson, would you
like a cocktail?” I asked in my most polite tone of voice.
“Please call me Evelyn. I
would love a cosmopolitan if you know how to make one.”
I smiled. “Sorry, Ma'am, but I
was raised to be respectful, and I wouldn't feel comfortable at this juncture
calling you Evelyn. One cosmopolitan, coming right up. General, Sir, what may I
offer you?”
“Do you have any bourbon,
son?” he replied.
“We have a bottle of Knob
Creek; it's very nice full-bodied hundred-proof bourbon without much sweetness”
I replied.
“Sounds good. Please give me
two fingers, straight, no ice,” the general requested.
I mixed Mrs. Donaldson's
cosmopolitan and also one for Jens, then poured them into martini glasses and
garnished each of them with a lime slice, a fresh strawberry, and a blackberry.
I handed her both of the drinks and asked, “If you wouldn't mind, could you
please take this to Jens? She’s in her bedroom.”
“Thank you, Ben. It was most
thoughtful of you to make one for Jens. I’ll take it to her now,” Mrs.
Donaldson said with a smile. I noticed that she had violet eyes, too.
I sat two highball glasses on
the bar and poured two fingers into each.
The general came over and picked
his up. “Thanks Ben. Semper Fi.” He gulped it down.
“Orraaahhh!” I replied.
“That's damn fine bourbon,
Ben. How about a refill,” he suggested.
I filled both of the glasses.
“Let's go out on the patio,
Ben,” said the general.
We walked out on the patio
and stood looking at the bay for a few minutes in silence before the General
broke the ice.
“Ben, how do you like the
house that we had the BCO assign you?”
“Sir, it's the best housing
I’ve had on any base. I feel guilty because I’m sure that an officer and his
family should be living here. I really wouldn't mind staying in the barracks,”
I said respectfully.
“Jens told me you would say
that,” he said. “And how’s my daughter working out as your new spotter?”
“Sir, at first I was concerned
about having her as my spotter, but after shooting yesterday, I have to say
that she’s best spotter I’ve ever worked with.”
“Ben, I am going to level
with you because you deserve it. She’s been on my ass for ten years to be your
spotter. She started when she was twelve years old, and not a single damned day
has gone by when we’ve been home together that she hasn't asked me to be your
spotter. She’s stubborn and hard headed and is used to getting her way.
“Shit, I guess she was always
Daddy's girl, and I’ve spoiled her. And now I see her, and she’s the happiest
I’ve ever seen her, and it has only been four days. Evelyn and her talk on the
phone all the time, and Evelyn demanded that we come here and meet you.
“We thought that she was
infatuated with you and that after she met you it would change – shit, after
reading your service record, I would have bet money on that – but apparently we
were both wrong. Jens is now totally in love with you. So Ben, I’m asking you
now not as your General, but as a father: what are your intentions with my
little girl?” the general waited for my answer.
“Sir, may I address you as
Jens's father and not the General?” I asked. He looked at me through his glass,
obviously impressed.
“Go ahead, Ben. I started
this.”
“I find this hard to believe
myself, because other than the Leadville race, I’ve only known Jens four days.
But during those four days, I’ve grown to respect Jens for the incredible
person that she is. I’ve been amazed at how she faces life and any obstacle
that might be in her way. She’s more determined than any person I’ve ever met.
“She had a plan to meet me
and to sweep me off my feet and make me love her. Remember I’ve only ever loved
my parents. But amazingly enough, she has done exactly that. She’s made me love
her. I love her like no person I’ve ever loved before, and when the time is
right, and with yours and your wife's blessing, I plan on marrying her.” I
straightened my spine. “Now I feel as if I need to address you as my general.
Might I continue?” I asked.
“Please do, Ben. I think this
should be interesting,” The General smiled.
“General, Sir, the first
thing I want you to know is that there hasn’t been and will not be any inappropriate
behavior between us. We do both have desires, but we are Marines first, Sir,
and we will uphold the honor of the Corps. The best way we have found to
describe our relationship is that we are a 'married couple without benefits.'
”We know that if we were to
give into our carnal desires, it would ruin us as a team, and as a team we’re
much more valuable to the Corps.
“However, Sir, I have one
major concern that I’d like to address: because Jens is your daughter, I’m
worried that you will try to modify our assignments to keep her safe. I’d like
to say that life, itself, is not safe, and I feel that when it’s a person's
time to die, they will die. I will add that if Jens thinks that you’re
shielding her, she will raise some hell. You have my word as a Marine that I’ll
do everything in my power to keep her safe on any missions that we’re assigned
to. I’d gladly give up my life for hers,” I looked at the General to see his
response.
He took his last drink of
bourbon and started laughing. “Son, you’ve made me a happy man. Not only have
you finally tamed my daughter, I also just won certain privileges from my wife.
She bet that you two had done the deed by now, and she was wrong. I can only
imagine that Jens is driving you crazy, and to be truthful, you would have my
blessing if you did.”
I looked the General in the
eyes I said, “Sir, she’s worth waiting for. I want our first time together to
be our wedding night.”
“Damn. You’re one fine,
upstanding young man – a real tribute to the Marines, and very much worthy of
marrying my little girl,” the general said as he hugged me, leaving me a bit
flabbergasted. “Welcome to the family, Son.”
The General put his arm
around my shoulder, and we walked back in the house. Jens and her mother were
sitting on the couch talking. As we came in Jens looked up and saw her dad with
his arm around my shoulder.
She jumped up and ran over to
me and gave me a big hug, and then she hugged her dad, squealing, “I love both
of you.”
I hugged her and then stood
back to look at her. “You look stunning tonight, my love.” Her little black
dress that was tight in all the right places, and she had added a nice string
of pearls, sexy high-heel shoes, and the fishnet stockings that I had given
her.
She twirled and said, “You
really like it? I wore it just for you. These are the fishnet stockings that
you bought me.”
I got The Look from Mrs.
Donaldson until Jens told them the story about having to run to the NCO club
without shoes and ruining her hose. By the end, we were all laughing.
The limo came for our ride to
the dinner and dancing. While we were driving over Jens whispered in my ear,
“Don't worry about Mom. She really likes you. I want to know all about what you
and dad talked about; it looks like it went really well.” she was beaming.
“I'm sorry; you’re not
cleared to know what we talked about. If I told you, I would have to kill you,”
I smiled. She elbowed me in the side for that.
Dinner was incredible, but I
don't remember anything about the food. All during the meal Jens was as
animated as I’d ever seen her. I didn't think that she could talk that much or
that fast, and it was all about me. Ben did this for me, Ben said this . . .
She even told them all about
the night before, including the massage, and how I was a perfect gentleman and
slept beside her on the floor in my clothes. It went on all during the meal and
by the end of the meal, I felt naked.
When the meal was over, it
was time to dance. I looked over at Jens. “My one and true love, will you dance
with me?”
Next thing I knew we were on
the floor, holding each other close and swaying in time to the music. Jen’s
head was on my shoulder and she whispered in my ear, “Wow, you're a really good
dancer. You must have danced with a lot of women to get this good.”
I whispered back, “My mother
loved to dance and she started teaching me as soon as I could walk.”
“My love, dance with mom
next. It's your turn to convince her,” Jens asked.
The dance ended and we headed
back to the table. Jens said, “Daddy, will you dance with me?”, and she took
off with the general in tow.
I held out my hand. “Mrs.
Donaldson, might I have this dance with you?”
We walked out to the dance
floor, and the band started playing a waltz. “We can skip this waltz if you
want, Ben,” she said. “They’re hard to dance to. Glen (the General's first
name) will never dance waltzes with me.”
“Then I would be honored to
waltz with you.” I took her into my arms.
She was an even better dancer
than Jens, and I could tell she was impressed with my dancing. “Where did you
learn to dance like this?” she asked. “Most young men have no idea what to do
on the dance floor.”
I repeated the story about my
mother teaching me to dance at an early age. The waltz ended and she said, “Oh,
a slower one. Shall we dance one more together?”
This dance didn't require as
much attention and was much better for talking.
Mrs. Donaldson started the conversion.
“Well, young man, you certainly have my daughter in love with you.”
“I know. It has been very
fast, but I can assure you that the feeling is mutual,” I replied.
“Glen was very impressed by
the conversation that you had with him. I never thought I would see the day
come when he would feel comfortable with Jens being in a relationship. She has
always been a daddy's girl. I thought that he would have much more trouble
giving her up.” She spoke seriously to me.
“I told him honestly that I
love Jens more than anyone in the world. That when the time is right and with
yours and his blessing, I plan on marrying her. And most importantly, I assured
him that nothing inappropriate has happened or will happen between us. I told
him the first time that we will make love will be our wedding night because she
is worth waiting for,” I answered.
“I’m very impressed with you,
and I’m going to tell you a little something about Jens. Do you know she has
been in love with you for ten years?” I looked at her, dumbfounded, and shook
my head. She continued. “You’ll have to see her room at home; it is a tribute
to you. She has your picture everywhere, she has every article in the newspaper
there has ever been about you, and she even carries your picture in her wallet.”
I grew more and more
astonished as she continued. “Every night after she prayed before bed, she
would kiss your picture on her nightstand and say, 'Goodnight, my husband.' She
never went on a date until tonight. You’re her first, and you will be her first
in many ways.
“However, I do want to give
you a warning: she is my little girl, and I love her with all my heart. I don't
think that you would ever hurt her, but if you ever do, know that I’ll cut off
your balls and make you eat them.” Evelyn was deadly serious. She needed to
know that I was, too.
I looked into her eyes and
replied, “If I ever hurt her, I’ll give you my Kabar so that you can do exactly
that.”
The dance ended and she gave
me a huge hug, “Son, you’re an exceptional young man. I can't wait for you to
be my son-in-law and give us some grandchildren.”
I kissed her on the cheek and
said, “You’ll make a wonderful and lovely grandmother. I can see where Jens
gets her beauty.”
We walked back to the table
and spent some time talking until the band played a fast Lambada1,
and I looked at Jens and said, “Dance with this Devil Dog in the pale
moonlight.”
The whole table chuckled at
that one, and we burnt up the dance floor.
On the last dance of the
night, Jens clung to me with her head on my shoulder. “Tonight has been so
wonderful I wish that it never had to end,” Jens said with tears in her eyes.
The music ended, and I held
her close to me, looking deeply into those violet eyes. Then I bent forward and
kissed her on the lips – our first real kiss at the end of our first real date.
We got home from the Honolulu
Sunset Dinner Cruise after midnight, so technically it was Wednesday. After we
got in the house I held Jens and kissed her again and said, “Goodnight, my
love. Thank you for the wonderful night.”
“Ben, this was the best night
of my life.” She nuzzled my neck. “Both of my parents love you.”
“Do you know that they both
called me 'Son'?” I was still a bit amazed.
She jumped up on me wrapping
her legs around me holding me tight and gave me a smoldering kiss. “Ben, I
don't want to sleep alone tonight. I don't want to ever sleep alone again.
Please sleep with me tonight and every night. I promise I’ll be good and not
tease you – well, not very much. I’ll even wear my flannel PJ's.”
How can you say no when a
beautiful woman wants you to sleep with her? I guess we really are a married
couple without benefits. Instead of sleeping, we spent the wee hours of the
morning engaged in pillow talk. I told her everything that I said to her
parents, earning me multiple kisses, and she told me what her parents had said
about me.
We fell asleep holding each
other close.