Her face was flushed as she stood before me.
I kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Let's get back before we are missed." I suggested.
What was I to do about Louise and Heather? Grandfather and Roddrego had said something about us flying to the Virgin Islands so that Roddrego could address his people by radio. Perhaps he was going to be a statesman after all and broker some sort of cease-fire before the hostilities started up again. The Virgin Islands seemed a little far to me but local radio stations were prone to jamming from both sides and the surrounding countries didn't want to be seen taking sides until they knew who the winner was going to be.
Whatever happened I could be home in a matter of days once we were in Miami. There was of course the matter of some fifteen hundred miles to fly. Apparently Roddrego had insisted that we fly on to Miami. Repeating history, he said. He had been flown out by my grandfather when he had been forced to flee with his parents in nineteen twenty and now my grandfather was going to fly him out again this time to regain what he considered to be his birthright. If I could get to Miami then home then I'd be safe. I wondered if I could persuade Jenny to come away with me for a few days. Just to be alone with her would help me sort things out in my mind.
Oh, why was it that every time a girl opened her legs in front of me I had to fill her?
We turned the headland and could see the plane ahead of us. And a lot more. There were four flat-bottomed boat pulled up on the beach. I could see men in army uniforms standing on the wings of the plane filling the tanks with fuel that was being passed up to them by others below. Grandfather, Roddrego and Bill were sitting on the sand. They were eating.
"They're eating." I said.
"Let's run." Louise gasped breaking into a trot.
I followed suit, feeling the revolver banging against my thigh.
"Mr Wagstaffe and Miss Wolfenstein." Major Peterson said as we stopped before him. "Just in time for breakfast."
I couldn't speak so I dropped to the ground and hungrily accepted the plate of rice and meat in a thick sauce slightly reminiscent of stroganoff. Louise was sitting by my side. I should have waited for her really.
I finished and burped.
"We've put some tins on board Major." A sergeant reported. "And water."
He looked down at my gun belt.
"I'll trouble you for your weapon. Mr Wagstaffe." Major Peterson said. "We can't have you invading United States territory armed. Help yourself to some more."
I handed over my gun belt and did so while the others talked. I hadn't realised just how hungry I was. I lay back on the sand when I had finished. This was the way to start your day. Some good food and a good fuck.
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Jenny.
I turned over in my bed and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was four-thirty. I got out of bed and visited the toilet then I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. It was no good I just couldn't sleep.
The plane didn't leave until three in the afternoon. What was I going to do until then?
I made myself a cup of tea and carried it into the lounge. There was a three in one music/tape/radio centre on the sideboard so I switched on the radio and found the world service of the BBC.
There was a news round-up programme on. There was unrest in a dozen countries and out-right war in ten. The Russians and Americans were holding high-level meetings, as were the French and Germans. Nobody was interested in what we had to say anymore.
I heard Roddrego's name. Apparently he would be addressing all the peoples of his country later today. I hoped that meant all the others were safe as well.
The cease-fire was holding the commentator said. It was as if both sides had run out of ideas. Some former General told how hard it was to fight major actions in the middle of jungles and how difficult were the logistics. They were silly to start it then.
I sipped my tea. I wondered what Paul was doing. Probably soaking up the sun on some beach if I knew him. I should really talk to Shirley before I left. Should I tell her I only sucked Matt off so we could keep our places at training college? Would she believe me? What if he were back with her? No. That wasn't likely as she was on her period. My own was due to start in four days. I'd best keep taking the pill and postpone it for a week or so. But that would mean I was on over Christmas.
I'd let Paul make that decision.
It was a pity we didn't have the time to go away together for a few days. Nowhere fancy. Perhaps just stay here. We could go a see a show. Stay in bed for hours in the morning. He could drink some beer at lunchtime in a pub. We could be tourists. Go and see the Tower of London.
We were due to visit his parents over Christmas and mine over New Year. W would have three or four days to ourselves in-between. I was supposed to use it to move my things down to Paul's grandfathers house where I would be staying whilst I worked in the village school. Paul could stay there with me and drive up to Bristol to work each day. I could let Shirley borrow my car so she could stay at the house.
It could all work out very nicely especially if Roland went to stay in his Spanish Villa. I loved his house. Paul had spent a lot of his childhood there. I knew he regarded it more as his home than his parent's house in Taunton.
Yes. I would like to live there when Roland passed away. Not that I wished him dead. Perish the thought. But it was a lovely house and it could be made even nicer. I remembered the evening Paul and I had sat around the kitchen table making plans. Paul had drawn a plan of what he wanted. A room for a full size piano. Two or three extra bedrooms. I questioned him closely about how many children he was expecting to have and he had shown me how he was intending to make them.
Afterwards we had decided on a larger drawing room and a proper dining room. And we would throw in an extra bathroom or two.
I'd enjoyed that evening. Just the two of us being silly making plans. Paul had enjoyed showing me how he intended making babies. So much so that he showed me again when we had gone to bed.
I missed him so much.
