09 Hawaii - Saturday

 

Captured: Dreaming of home

© Copyright 2008 – 2009

Written by Banzai Ben

ben@banzaiben.com

 

Chapter 9 – Saturday 08 September 2007

 

Khudabah, Pakistan – Evening of day ten

 

It's getting harder at night for me to keep my feet up and to keep the rats from biting me. I’ve found that if I stomp and kill the first ones then others chew on them for awhile and the leave me alone.

 

They started in on the tortures again this morning. Today, it was some sort of drug they injected into my arm. I think it was truth serum. They started asking questions again, which is a good sign. I was crazy as hell because of the drugs and gave them some fucked-up answers that would lead them nowhere.

 

This continued until early afternoon, when they fed me a large bowl of hot stew and gave me all the water I wanted. Shit, they even came in and hosed me down before they tied me back up to the ceiling. I couldn't help wondering about this change in their actions.

 

Hawaii – Saturday Day Seven

 

I woke to the feeling of fingers running across the top of my head. I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful woman in the world.

 

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Jens cooed. “You were really sawing logs this morning. It was fun waking up before you and getting to play with you. Do you know you moan in your sleep?”

 

Then I realized my underwear was pulled down. Mortified, I scrambled to pull them up. “Hey, what was going on when I was sleeping?”

 

“Don't worry, I didn't rape you,” Jen answered. “I didn't even give you a blow job, much as I wanted to. I just figured you’d seen all of me, so it was about time I got to see all of you, and I licked, I mean liked, what I saw.” She winked. “I couldn't believe that you slept through it.”

 

I grabbed her and pulled her close. “You need to be punished for that, young lady.”

 

“What are you going to do – pull down my pants and spank me?” Jens said, her eyes widening in melodramatic fear.

 

“Nope, you would enjoy that too much, “I replied. “I am going to tickle you into submission.”

 

With that, the tickling, wrestling match was on. I'm not ticklish, so it was easy for me to win, and we just settled down to some serous cuddling and kissing.

 

“You know, I used to dream about this when I was a little girl – waking up in the same bed with you each morning. And while my dreams were awesome, the reality is even better. Sergeant Major Bennie R. Blaine, I L-O-V-E you.” She punctuated each letter with a kiss. “You know; maybe we’ll just stay in bed for the next two days. Too bad we don't have room service.”

 

“Oh, no you don't,” I answered Jens. “I know what would happen if we stayed in bed that long, and I promised your parents that we wouldn't do that until our wedding night.”

 

“Then let's run off and get married today.”

 

I looked at her, wanting nothing more than to do just that, and saw that she was serious.

 

“My love, there is nothing that I would like better than that, and if you really want to do that, we will–”

 

She squirmed. “–Goody, let's get going.” Her squeal cut me off, and she tried to get up, but I kept holding her tight.

 

“Wait, my love. You interrupted me.” I continued, “I don't think you have thought this through. If we get married, even with your father being USMC General, you’ll be reassigned and not be able to be my spotter. As long as you are my fiancée, and as long as we don't let our relationship interfere with our duty, we can still work together.”

 

“Shit, shit, shit. I guess I was letting my hormones do my thinking. Dammit, I don't want to be reassigned. I love being your spotter. I guess for right now I’ll have to be content being your fiancée,” she said with a pout.

 

“Well, then, my horny fiancée, it's settled. Go take a cold shower, like I do, and then let's eat some breakfast and get going on our two-day vacation,” I answered.

 

Jens jumped out of bed, stripped off her pajamas, and threw them at me, flashing her lovely body at me. “When we get married, I am sleeping in the nude.” She slipped off her panties and threw them in my face. “Take a look at these, big boy. Being with you keeps me so hot and wet, I have to change them about three times a day.” She ran into the shower before I could reply,.

 

She was right; her panties were hot, and very wet. I thought about joining her in the shower, but I knew what would happen if I did, so I went to my bathroom and took a long and very cold shower.

 

Jens had breakfast ready when I walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a nice sundress and had even put on just the right amount of makeup.

 

I gave her a kiss. “Thanks again for breakfast. You're really spoiling me.”

 

“I'm the one who feels spoiled – being with you is the best thing in the world,” Jens answered. “I’m sorry for all the sexual innuendos and teasing. Not having any boyfriends meant that I saved all my sexual urges up for you. I figured once I caught you we would make love, multiple times a day, and that would take care of my urges. I never thought I’d have to wait until I was married for you to make me a whole woman. I figure I’ll calm down in a couple of months, but until then it will be cold showers for both of us.”

 

I didn’t see her calming down anytime soon, and I didn’t want her to. It was kind of nice, knowing she wanted me so passionately. “It's kind of fun, and I think that I’d miss it if it stopped. We’ve been good at controlling ourselves when we have a mission, and we haven't yet gone all the way.  You know my feelings on that and I know you’ll honor those feelings.”

 

We finished breakfast, and then I cleared the table and ran the dishwasher while Jens finished getting ready. The doorbell rang and I grabbed the shotgun sitting beside it before I answered it. Matt and Jim stood on the doorstep. Jim was looking pretty good considering the beating he took the other day.

 

“Damn. You’re dangerous enough without that shotgun,” Matt said.

 

Jens walked out of her bedroom. “Hi, boys. Thanks for being on time. I can't wait to get going.” From Jens’s conversation, I figured out that they were our fricken escort for this weekend.

 

“Thanks for getting us and our wives this cushy assignment and out of training all weekend,” Jim said.

 

Jens glared at him. “Just so you know, this isn't as cushy an assignment as you think. There have been two honest attempts on Ben's life, and there could easily be another one this weekend. You two are our bodyguards, and I don't expect, I demand that you do your job so that Ben and I can relax. You heard about the major yesterday?”

 

They both nodded their heads.

 

“You fuck up, and you and your wives will be stationed in Thule with him.”

 

Damn, she was letting them have it, and she had their complete attention. “You both have your CCW permit and are carrying now?”

 

They opened their jackets to show underarm holsters with Kimber Ultra Carries in them.

 

Jens nodded her satisfaction. “One of you will be on duty and carrying at all times, but the other can have fun. However, I want both of you close enough that if you’re needed you can be there. But look at it this way, it's better than training all weekend, and it's all paid for.” That left them with a smile on their faces.

 

Matt and Jim had their cars with them. I asked, “I don't want to take a Humvee for the weekend, is there enough room that we can fit in one of your cars until we get to the rental car agency in town?”

 

Jim replied, “We have plenty of room. You can ride with us.”

 

“Then you get first shift,” Matt declared.

 

Jens reminded us, “Don't forget – we need to stop by the training area. I need to give them the map and instructions on resetting the traps.”

 

“The car rental place is on the way, and I've already reserved the car,” I replied. “Let's pick it up first and then stop by the training area.”

 

Jens and I loaded our gear and ourselves into Jim's car. I opened the back door for Jens, and she slid across the seat, motioning for me to get in beside her. I sat down and she scooted over to me and gave me a big kiss. I put my arm around her.

 

Jim introduced his wife, Sally, to us, and of course Jens had to show her the ring. After that they chatted like they were best of friends.

 

 “I want to thank you all for this weekend getaway. Jim and I don't get much time off and it will be nice to be off the base,” Sally said in her east coast accent.

 

Jens explained that both Matt and Jim would be working some as our body guards and Sally looked a little frightened.

 

Jim spoke up. “Don't worry, my dear. I don't think there will be much danger for any of us. Jens and Ben are two of the most deadly Marines in the Corps.” Sally looked a little relieved.

Jens and I got out at the car rental agency and went in. I walked up to the counter, handed them my credit card, signed my name, and they said they would bring the car around.

 

“Please make sure the top is down,” I requested.

 

The car was a brand new bright red 2007 Ford Mustang GT convertible with a standard transmission, and it looked and sounded almost as hot as Jens.

 

“Isn't this every boy's dream?” Jens asked. “A hot convertible with an equally hot blonde to ride in it?”

 

“Of course,” I answered, “But you have wrong, it's a hot car with and even hotter blonde.” That earned me a smoldering kiss, and Matt and Jim started honking their car horns.

 

One of them shouted, “Hey, you two. Get a room.”

 

“Mmmm, that sounds like a great idea to me,” Jens said. I punched it and we took off for the training area. “Make sure you don't lose our escort,” Jens reminded me. “We don't have the predator tasked to follow us.”

 

I backed off the gas, and Matt pulled around and passed us, making an escort sandwich. This car wanted to run, and wanted to run fast. It was hell keeping between the two escorts.

 

Jens enjoyed the wind blowing her golden hair. “I love this. I think I need to get one of these.”

 

That gave me a great idea. I’d need to make some calls when I got back to the base. But for right now, my concentration was on the road and on Jens. A sudden gust of wind caught the hem of her dress, and I looked over just in time to see the dress flip up, and . . .

 

Nothing. Jens was going commando. I swerved.

 

“Ben, keep your eyes on the road or you’re going to kill us both,” Jens ordered.

 

“I think you forgot to wear any panties today,” I replied.

 

“Oh, did I? I guess I didn't notice,” she said with a laugh. “You just keep driving and try not to think of me sitting over here without any panties.”

 

Damn this woman could tease. I just might have to spank her one of these days.

 

“I am wearing this.” She pulled her dress up, just far enough for me to see a leg holster with another Kimber Ultra Carry in it.

 

“Then I guess I didn't really need this,” I replied, opening one button of my shirt to reach inside and pull out a snub- nose 44 magnum revolver from the concealed under-arm holster.

 

“Damn,” Jens said. “That thing’s a cannon. But can you shoot it?”

 

“Four hundred eighty out of five hundred at twenty-five feet,” I bragged. “But it kicks like a mule.”

 

Jens took out a bullet and looked at it. “Damn. That’s a Black Talon1.”

 

“I'm through with playing around,” I said. “If someone comes after me they are going to die.”


We pulled up to the gate at the training area and an LC came up to the car, Giving Jens the once-over. “I'm sorry, civilians are not allowed in this area; it’s restricted.”

 

“I’m Sergeant Donaldson and this is Sergeant Major Blaine. We have a weekend pass, and before we leave, the Brigadier General asked us to drop this off. It’s a map of the locations of all the booby traps in the training area and instructions on how to reset the traps. Please make sure that the officer in charge of training receives this,” Jens answered.

 

The LC took the package, I spun the car around, and we were gone, cutting across the island on H3. It was too early to check into our room, so we went first to visit the USS Arizona Memorial2 on Ford Island and spent about an hour there. The Wall of Honor was an excellent reminder to remain vigilant. We finished off with throwing flowers into the bay by the USS Arizona.

 

After a somber time of paying our respects, we got back into the cars and caught H3 north. Jens had never been to the north side of the Island, and since we couldn't check-in until 1500 we were going to spend the day at the Waimea Valley and Waterfall Park and the Waimea Bay Beach.

 

After a short drive, we arrived at the entrance to Waimea Valley. It is set slightly inland in a tropical forest. The area has been set aside as a natural adventure and cultural park. We were going to hike some excellent forest trails that are very peaceful, taking us all the way to the Waimea Waterfall.

 

The girls jumped out and went to the bathroom to change for our hike. Jens came out wearing a hot pink halter top that tastefully covered everything and a pair of relatively baggy board shorts.

 

“Wow,” I said, “You look like a buff and more beautiful Kate Bosworth from the crappy movie 'Blue Crush'.”

 

“I hope I'm more buff than that fat little Hollywood whore,” Jens replied. “Hollywood and most of the movies they make are crap, and Kate fricken Bosworth doesn't even know how to surf. I heard that she tried once but broke a nail so she stopped.”

 

I'm not sure that story was true, but it did start all of us laughing.

 

“My love,” I chuckled, “I guess you have about as much use for Hollywood as I do. That's one more thing we have in common.” I kissed her. “Let's get hiking.”

 

The lush, green trail was an easy hike and Jens and I spent the time walking hand in hand. As we hiked I pointed out various plants and animals that I knew, and Jens played a game where she asked me what something was, and if I could tell her I was rewarded with a kiss. Matt and Jim and their wives weren't as much of a bother as I thought they’d be, giving us just enough privacy.

 

When we finally reached the Waterfalls and spent some time watching the rock divers jumping of off the cliffs into the pool at the bottom.

 

“Hey, that looks really fun,” I joked. “I think I’ll go try it.”

 

“Like hell you will,” Jens replied. “I've finally caught you, and if you think I'm going to let you go jump off a cliff into a puddle, you’re crazy.”

 

I squeezed her and laughed. “You do know that I was just yanking your chain?”

 

“I know what I would like to yank,” Jens winked.

 

A chorus of four voices piped up, “Hey, you two, get a room,” and we all laughed.

 

Matt and Molly, Jens and I all rented kayaks for the trip back to the entrance. Jim and Sally rented a canoe because Sally was afraid of the kayaks and thought the canoe would be safer. The kayaks were really a piece of crap – nothing like the two kayaks that I lost with the cabin. I had a nice Dagger Approach that I would go touring in and a Dagger Mamba for when I wanted to do whitewater runs. Damn, I was going to miss those boats.

 

Of the six I was the best paddler, so I spent most of my time sneaking up on the other five and splashing them. They took off after me and I outran them and did it all over again. By the time we reached the entrance, I was the only one who was still dry, but not for long.

 

Jens got out of her kayak. “I've had enough of this, Mister.” She jumped in the river beside me, grabbed my kayak, and flipped it over. The other four were cheering when I came up, so I swam over and started splashing them, and they took off running up the beach.

 

After drying off, we went back to the cars. It was lunchtime so I took us to a local little restaurant that specialized in Spam, and I mean the canned meat product not the annoying emails.

 

Jens said, “You're kidding. We’re really going to eat here? All they serve is Spam. They have open-faced Spam Burgers, Spam Tempura, Spam Musubi, Spam Fried Rice, Spambalaya, Spam Quiche and they even have Spam Wellington.”

 

Matt replied before I could. “You’re in for a real treat. I ate once at a place like this, it took me three hours to leave because I just kept ordering more.”

 

I looked at Jens. “Do you trust me, my fiancée?”

 

“Implicitly, my dear,” she answered.

 

I ordered her Spam Musubi and Spam fried rice, and Spam Wellington for myself. Matt and Jim each ordered three various dishes and their wives each ordered the open-face Spam Burgers.

 

When the order finally came, it smelled delicious.

 

Jens sniffed. “I hope it tastes as good as it smells.” She nibbled her food. Matt and Jim weren't wasting any time; they were wolfing down their dishes. “Hey, this is pretty tasty,” Jens said with surprise in her voice, “Let me try some of yours.” She did, and immediately fell in love with the Spam Wellington. In the end, we shared the three dishes.

 

“I don't think I can eat another bite,” Jens said. “I'm shocked that was so good.”

 

Sally and Molly ate most of their burgers, Jim and Matt polished off the rest and went back, and each ordered Baked Spam.

 

While we were waiting for the order to come, Sally commented, “Jens, it must be nice being able to eat like that and still stay so slim.” This got the three women talking about eating and exercising, and Jens promised to show them some workout routines that they could do. Finally Matt and Jim were done and it was time to head to Waimea Bay Beach.

 

“Let's lie on the beach first and get some sun. I'm still too full from lunch to go swimming,” Jens remarked. We found a good place on the beach, sort of at one end, and I put up the beach umbrella and set up a couple of beach chairs. Jens shucked off her shorts to reveal the matching hot pink bikini bottom under them, spread out a towel on the sand away from the umbrella, came over and tossed a bottle of sunscreen to me.

 

“Rub some lotion on my back?”

 

“With pleasure.” I started working the lotion into her back, enjoying the feel of her toned muscles. Touching her sexy body drives me crazy.

 

“Let me know when thirty minutes are up, my love; I'll need to turn over.” Jens kissed my cheek and went over to the blanket, lay down, undid the string on her back and fell asleep.

 

I occupied myself by watching the ocean with the waves rolling in, the the surfers trying to catch them, and the people frolicking on the beach. I felt life, peace, and joy that I hadn't known for many years, and reflected that the source of that joy and peace was lying just a few feet away from me.

 

As I thought more about my relationship with Jens, the following words kept coming to mind; caring, loving, easy, natural, complete and right. I’d never felt this way before, and it amazed me that I could.

 

I’d never had any of these feelings with “Jugs,” as Jens liked to call my ex-girlfriend. There was always conflict and competition and strife, and not the good competition like Jens and I had that made me a better person. Jugs had been my only real girlfriend after high school, and when she’d cheated on me when I was in basic training, it had wounded me deeply.

 

I compared the fulfillment of my relationship with Jens to the empty flings the pain of Jugs’s betrayal had caused me to seek. With Jens, all the love that I had bottled up for years could finally emerge. I felt as if I'd been blind for my whole life and now I could finally see; now I could finally love. And I could see that even though I loved Jens, I was still holding back; I was still afraid that she would hurt me like everyone else had. But now I could finally understand the depth of her love for me and even more importantly, I could return that depth of love back to her.

 

I looked at my watch, and the thirty minutes was up, so I walked over to Jens and woke her up, and tied her top. . She rolled over and looked and me and smiled.

 

“It finally happened, didn't it?” she asked.

 

I just nodded my head; we both knew what she meant.

 

She sat up, hugged me tight, and murmured, “I love you, my Ben, and I can tell that you finally love me without any reservations or worries.”

 

“Yes, my Jens. You and your love have chased all the old wounds and injuries out of my soul. For the first time since my parents died, I finally feel. And I finally have a reason to live, and today . . . is a good day to live.” I whispered in her ear, changing my old motto from, “Today is a good day to die.”

 

Jens hugged me like she never hugged me before and started crying. “I was so worried that I would be too late, that you had been hurt and wounded by so many fricken bitches that you’d never really feel again. I hoped and prayed that if I gave you all of my love without reservation that someday you could get over the ghosts from your past. When you woke me up, I could see it in your eyes.” Her tears wet my neck and vanished almost instantly in the warmth.

 

We continued holding each other, knowing that our lives were now intertwined. Somehow, in the space of thirty minutes I had changed, no longer thinking, “I,” but, “we.” Jens had starting chipping away at my hardened heart with the Leadville race and had finally broken through, releasing the man hidden inside. This was the best gift that anyone could give me – the gift of finally being free.

 

I kissed her. “Thank you, my love, for giving me the best gift ever: the gift of being able to totally and completely love you.” That made her cry even more, but it didn't bother me, because I knew they were tears of joy; I just held her close and let her cry.

 

Finally she stopped, sniffed a couple of times, and worried, “I must look terrible with all the crying I’ve done. I bet my eyes are red and my face is puffy.”

 

I took her face in both hands and looked into her eyes. “Nope, even with all the crying that you did, trying to make yourself look ugly, you still look beautiful to me.” I kissed her. “Hey, you better tan the front side now. You would look funny with the back side dark and the front side white.”

 

“You're right, my love, but please sit here beside me and hold my hand. I don't want to be apart from you,” she answered with a smile.

 

We smoothed out the blanket and Jens lay down on her back. I put lotion on her so she wouldn't burn and sat down beside her holding her hand and talking. After the thirty minutes were up Jens said, “I’m hot. Let’s go swimming. Last one in is a rotten egg,” I let her win; it was much more fun watching her as she ran.

 

The other four joined us, and we spent about an hour playing and swimming in the ocean.

 

“This is so much fun, I never want it to end,” Jens said, “But I am getting hungry. What's the plan for dinner?”

 

“It's a good time to stop for the day. We're at the north part of the Island and we’re staying at the south part. So it'll probably take about an hour to drive,” I answered.

 

“Where are we staying?” Jens asked.

 

I looked at her and smiled. “That's classified. If I told you, I would have to kill you.” Everyone laughed, and we walked back to the cars, where. Jens looked over at me with 'puppy dog' eyes,

 

“Honey, do you think I could drive?”

 

”Catch,” I said as I threw her the keys, and opened the driver’s side door for her.

 

She turned the key and the V8 Ford roared to life with a throaty growl. I looked over and said, “Isn't this every girl's dream? A hot convertible with an equally hot guy to riding in it?”

 

She laughed and punched the accelerator. We tore out through the parking lot and into the street leaving smoke and rubber.

 

“Hey, don't forget about or escort,” I reminded her.

 

“Aw, shoot,” she pouted, and let the car slow up. A minute or so later, Matt passed us, once again taking the lead.

 

“This sucks,” Jens said. “All this horsepower, and we can't even use it. It would be much more fun to just punch it and leave them.” And she did just that when we hit H3 southbound. We were doing about ninety when the State Patrol came up behind us with his lights on. Jens slowed up, pulled over, shut off the ignition, and put both hands on the side of her door. I couldn’t help but notice how familiar she was with the procedure.

 

A few minutes later the trooper come up to the driver’s side of the car giving Jens a stern look. “Young lady, do you know how fast you were going?”

 

“Yes, officer,” Jens answered, grinning. “I was doing at least ninety miles an hour.”

 

“Let me see your license and the registration.” The trooper was not impressed with her honesty.

 

“Before I reach into my purse and get my license, sir, I want to inform you that both I and Sergeant Major Blaine have CCW licenses, and are currently carrying concealed firearms.” Matt and Jim finally caught up with us and pulled up behind the trooper’s car, making him a bit nervous.

 

Jens continued. “The two other vehicles that just stopped are our bodyguards. They also have valid CCWs and are carrying concealed weapons. I wanted to let you know so you wouldn't be concerned if you happened to see one of the weapons.”

 

The trooper’s hat shifted a little as his brow took on deep furrows. “Okay, I want both of you to step out of the car and keep your hands where I can see them.” He called back to Matt and Jim and had them and their wives get out of the car too. After we were all out of the cars, two more trooper cars pulled up and the troopers got out and walked towards the six of us.

 

One of the troopers stopped dead in his tracks for a second, and then strode over to me. “Son of a bitch, if this isn't a sight for sore eyes,” he exclaimed. “Banzai, I thought they shipped your sorry ass off to the Navy.” He shook my hand and gave me a big hug as everyone else watched, dumbfounded.

 

I replied, “Shit, they let any old beat up Marine work for the troopers here. They must really be hurting. Last thing I heard, you were drinking margaritas and chasing teenagers. How the hell are you doing, Jack?”

 

The trooper that stopped us started filling my old spotter in on what had happened and how we were all carrying guns.

 

Jack told him, “Son, you stopped the best goddamned sniper in the world. If you aren't dead now, it's because he didn't want you dead. Stop worrying and let me handle this.” He dismissed the other troopers.

 

Jack looked us all over real well, stopping at Jens, “Damn, Ben. I have to say that you’ve moved up in the world. Would you be offended, Ma'am, if I said you’re beautiful?”

 

Jens held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers showing Jack the engagement ring, “Only if my fiancé, Banzai Ben, doesn't mind.” She smiled.

 

“Holy shit.” Jack rubbed the back of his neck. “You've got to be kidding. Someone finally roped and tied that old reprobate? Wait until I tell my wife Masha,” Jack said in amazement.

 

I kissed Jens on the cheek and needled my old friend. “Old reprobate, my ass. You must be looking in the mirror. Jack, I would like you to meet my fiancée, Sergeant Jennifer Donaldson. My new spotter.”

 

“Holy shit!” Jack exclaimed.  “If I knew they were handing out spotters that looked like this, I would have stayed in the Corps and become a sniper.” He looked at the traffic beginning to congest. “Damn, I wish we could stay more and talk, but it looks like we’re causing a traffic slow–up, so we had better go.”

 

“Damn, Jack, it's been good to see you. Are you off tonight?”

 

“I get off at five,” he replied.

 

I walked over and whispered something to him, stepped back, and said, “We'll see you and Masha tonight. Give her my love.”

 

Jens piped in, “Give her our love, you mean.”

 

Jack drove off, and I turned to Jens. “Okay, no more driving for you today.” I took the keys from her and she faked a pout, but it faded fast.

 

“That's okay,” she said, “If you drive it leaves my hands free for other things.”

 

We heard four voices say in unison, “Get a room, you two!”

 

I turned and grinned at our escorts. “Now, that sounds like a great idea. Let's go.”

 

Everyone was impressed when we pulled up to the Kahala Hotel & Resort, my favorite because it was more like “old” Hawaii.

 

Jim let out a low whistle. “I've heard about this place; it costs a fortune to stay here. I always wanted to bring Sally here but I couldn't afford it.” Sally and Molly and even Jens were ooh-ing and ahh-ing. It was nice to be able to spend some of the money I’d saved up from when I was on assignment all the time and had no one to send it to. It was even nicer to have someone to share it with. I paid for nice rooms for each couple, with great views of the ocean and  walk-out balconies.

 

The whole hotel radiated an aura of luxury, the luxury of a past age. You could see it in all the tasteful details and accents. Every corner that you turned brought a new wonder to behold.

 

The bellboys brought us and our bags to the rooms, it seemed to me that Matt and Jim had an inordinate amount of heavy luggage for an overnight stay. All the rooms were right next to each other to make things easy.  Everyone came into our room after they got settled. Molly and Sally were gushing about the rooms and Jens was beaming.

 

“We won't have dinner until twenty-hundred tonight; we’re going to a Luau,” I said, bringing cheers from the girls. I continued, “I know that we're hungry now, so there’s a fresh fruit basket in each room. Also, in thirty minutes, the ladies have an appointment at the spa–” I never got to finish my sentence because I was attacked by Jens and smothered with hugs and kisses, and even swarmed by Sally and Molly. The girls didn't wait around to hear more. They headed off to get ready for their spa treatment.

 

“Ben, we want to thank you for all this.” Matt and Jim said and shook my hand. “We’ve never seen our wives happier. Excuse us a couple of minutes, and we’ll be back.”

 

Jens called from the bathroom, “Honey could you come in here, please?”

 

I walked in the bathroom and she peeked her head out of the shower door and smiled. “I was wondering if you would wash my back for me.” She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

 

I turned red, and she laughed. “You're so cute when you blush. I was just teasing. Could you hand me that robe over there? I forgot it and I don't think you want me walking around like this.” She opened the shower door all the way. I blushed even more, and helped her into the robe.

 

She snuggled up to me and gazed up into my eyes. “If we were ’doing it,' you would be getting so lucky tonight! Not only have you totally spoiled me today, you’ve spoiled Molly and Sally. I know women, and when those two get back to the base and tell all the other wives, I’m going to be the envy of every one of them. I can't wait to tell mom; she’ll be so impressed. But, my love, this must have cost you a small fortune.”

 

I explained to Jens that I’d invested the money I hadn’t spent while I was in Iraq and had amassed quite a bit. She was impressed. “Wow, you did all that on a Sergeant's salary,” she said.

 

“I really didn't have anything or anyone to spend money on until now,” I replied, holding her close. “We can afford this. Besides, soon we’ll be in Iraq eating crap and sleeping in sand. I wanted one big fling before we left.”

 

“I love you so much,” Jens said, burning her words into me with a blazing kiss. She spanked my butt and said, “You boys be good while we’re gone and don't get into any trouble.”

 

Just as she finished there was a knock on the door. I pulled my gun and looked through the peephole; it was Sally and Molly ready to head to the Spa. I let them in and they both kissed me on the cheek thanking me for the treat. Jens came out and saw it, and put on a show of jealousy.

 

“I can't leave you alone for a minute without you seducing some poor unsuspecting women.” I blushed again.

 

Sally and Molly said, “Ohhhh, isn't that cute – he blushed.” This of course made it worse. They all laughed, and Jens said, “Let's get out of here before he dies of embarrassment.”

 

Wow, what a day it had been. So far this had been the best day of my life, and it wasn't even over. A couple of minutes later there was another knock on the door. It was Matt, so I let him in.

 

“I wanted to thank you again for this weekend. I brought you a couple things for the room.” He took a duffle bag off his shoulder, unzipped it and handed me a M1014 shotgun. I checked to make sure it was loaded and had one in the pipe. Then he pulled out an H&K MP53. “We thought that M4s would be overkill, so we got these from some Recon guys,” Matt said. I checked it like the shotgun. “Take it easy, we'll see you later. Just bang on the walls if you need us.” Matt left the room.

 

When he was gone, I took out a bottle of Knob Creek Bourbon from my bag and poured a couple fingers into a crystal glass from the bar, and took a sip. I walked into the bathroom, stripped out of my clothes, and jumped in the shower.

 

It was still warm from Jens’s earlier shower. It brought to my mind seeing her incredible body earlier, and things got a little uncomfortable down below, so I turned the water to a colder setting. After things were, frozen into submission, I turned the water back where it had been and finished the shower. It felt great getting all the sand and sweat off me, and drying off with the hotel’s towels was almost an orgasmic experience. I thought about buying some for us. I dressed in a nice button-down shirt with one of my favorite ties, a silkscreen of Van Gogh’s “Starry Starry Night” and a pair of light dress pants. I finished it off with a nice pair of socks and dress shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror, raised my glass in a toast, and finished my drink. I looked damn good.

 

The ladies were going to be gone for another hour so I decided to use the time to catch up on my reading. I grabbed my Clive Cussler book, headed to the deck and found a comfortable chair, and cracked the book.

 

Four chapters later, I heard Jens come in the door and I rose to greet her. She ran and jumped into my arms and smothered me with kisses.

 

“That was so nice, and I feel so relaxed and happy . . . I even got a manicure and pedicure. You’re so sweet to do this for me and the other girls,” she said. “It was great talking to Molly and Sally. They started teasing me about, you getting lucky tonight, and I told them that I’ve never done that and that we’re going to wait until we're married. They thought I was crazy until I told them the facts. Then they thought it was romantic and wished their husbands were half as romantic as you are.”

 

Then she noticed what I was wearing. “I guess that I need to get dressed.” she left me with one more kiss and went into the bathroom.

 

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon, wearing a mini dress that came down to mid thigh in a color that matched her violet eyes. She sashayed over to me, grabbed me by my necktie, and pulled me close to her.

 

“I guess you're my pull-toy tonight,” she said. “I forgot to tell you, you look very nice tonight. I can't wait to finally meet Jack and Masha. You do know that I studied Jack, too?” She smothered any reply with a steaming kiss and molded her body against mine. We stayed this way for about ten minutes, which would have probably lasted all night, but a knock on the door broke the spell.

 

I walked right over and opened the door, earning me a hard look from Jens. In walked Jack with his wife. Masha was twenty years younger and was quite pretty, with dark hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back, green eyes, and a tan complexion. I’m sure she had something to do with Jack retiring. I don't ever remember seeing her when she didn't look like a model, and tonight she was stunning, wearing high heels and a tight black strapless dress that was almost embarrassingly short.

 

I looked at Jens, who was still scowling at me. “I knew it was Jack by the knock, that's why I just opened the door.”

 

Then I turned back to our guests. “Damn, it's good to see both of you,” I said, shaking Jack’s hand.

 

“Dobro vecher, kak dela? (Good evening, how are you),” I asked Masha.

 

“Ah, ne ploha. predstate menya svoi neveste. (Not bad. Introduce me to your fiancée),” Masha replied.

 

Jack noticed the shotgun and the MP5 by the door. “Expecting trouble?”

 

 

“The way our ladies look, I figured we would have to fight all the other men to keep them,” I jokingly replied, earning big smile from the ladies.

 

“Masha, this is my fiancée, Jennifer,” I finally answered her. “Would either of you like a drink?”

 

“I'll wait until later,” Jack replied.

 

“I am two months pregnant, so I can't have alcohol,” Masha answered.

 

Both Jens and I exclaimed, “Congratulations, you two!”

 

Jens and Masha went out on the balcony to talk girl talk, and Jack and I sat down at the table in the room. “Damn, Banzai. You look happier than I’ve ever seen you look; Jens must be good for you. I still can't believe you’re finally engaged. When I told Masha, she was sure I was joking with her. Tell me all about it.”

 

I almost didn’t believe the story myself as I told Jack the details of the past week.

 

“She any good as a spotter?” Jack finally asked.

 

“No offense, Jack; she is better than you were, and to top it all off, she shoots almost as well as I do. Our first day shooting, she shot a nickel group at a thousand meters,” I answered.

 

“No offense taken,” Jack replied. “I was getting old and needed to retire to be with Masha. She didn't like me being gone all the time. Besides – and I couldn't believe it because I'd never heard of it before – the brass gave me a huge retirement bonus. That’s how we could afford to move to Hawaii. Plus, they pulled the strings to get me into the Hawaii State Patrol and provided a free house. It was too sweet a deal to pass up. I was just worried about you.”

 

Now things started making sense. “Jack, I’m glad for you and Masha. You look better than you have in years; retirement must be good for you. You do know that Jens father is General Donaldson?”

 

Jack looked like a cartoon character when a light bulb goes on over its head. “You know, this all makes sense to me now. They wanted me to retire so Jens could be your spotter. I guess I was just lucky.”

 

We were very lucky,” I replied, and went on to tell him how Jens had always wanted to be my spotter and the deal she made with the General. Then I told him about her computer program and how we should have died on about five of the assignments that we had.

 

“Son of a bitch. I knew that one was close, but I didn't think it was that bad.” He shook his head in wonder. “So level with me. What’s all this shit with the guns by the door and the bodyguards?”

 

I told him about the fatwa and the attempts on my life and how Jens had taken care of the towelheads.

 

“Shit, that's one ballsy lady you have; beautiful and deadly. You had better not piss her off. So she really cut off their dicks and shoved them in their mouths?” He asked with amazement.

 

“I saw the pictures with my own eyes. It wasn't a pretty sight,” I replied.

 

“I guess those towelheads won't be fucking their seventy-two virgins,” Jack laughed.

 

The ladies walked in from the balcony, and it was like watching two models coming down a fashion show runway. I looked over at Jack.

 

“We’re damn lucky.”

 

“That we are.” Jack replied.

 

Jens called the other rooms, Matt and Jim and Molly and Sally came over, introductions were made, and we all went to the luau together. The luau was great, with all the hula dancers and fire twirlers that you would expect. The food was excellent, and I ate way more than I should have.

 

The day was perfect, the evening was perfect, and too soon it was time to say goodbye to Jack and Masha and head back to our room. When I closed the door, Jens melted against me.

 

“Today was the best day of my life. Thank you, Ben.” She kissed me. “But I am tired and want to get to sleep.”

 

I let her use the bathroom first, and when I came out from my turn, she was already fast asleep in our bed. I climbed in behind her and snuggled up close, only to find that she was sleeping in the nude.

 

Damn, she is going to drive me crazy. The thought of her nude body so close and so accessible excited me. It made me wonder if we should just say to hell with it and make mad passionate love all night. In the end common sense and honor won out.  I held her close, turned out the light, and went to sleep.

 

 

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1Black Talon is a type of ammunition that was produced by Winchester Ammunition in the 1990s primarily for law enforcement and self-defense. This ammunition became known for being one of the earlier types of ammo to exhibit an extreme expansion effect upon impacting soft targets (flesh)

 

2The USS Arizona Memorial, located at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, marks the resting place of 1,102 of the 1,177 sailors killed on the USS Arizona during the Attack on Pearl Harbor on 7 December 1941 by Japanese imperial forces and commemorates the events of that day. The attack on Pearl Harbor and the island of Oahu was the action that led to United States involvement in World War II.

 

3 The MP5 is a 9 mm submachine gun of German design, developed in the 1960s by a team of engineers from the West German arms manufacturer Heckler & Koch GmbH (H&K) of Oberndorf am Neckar.