Chapter 32
Five days later he got the all clear from the doctor, on condition he rested and didn't overdo it. He was informed dressing would be provided and pain killer tablets to the Officer who would be tending to him. Later in the afternoon Sharon arrived to take him to the villa.
He was quite in the car as she drove, she sensed that he was brooding over the deaths of his men. Only when the scenery changed to the more opened country did he take interest. "This villa, does it belong to the Navy?" he murmured.
She shook her head "No it's Dads, he bought it when he was commissioned in 1939. He was originally posted to Alex and thought it would be convenient for the family. But then Mom was made head of surgery in Tel Aviv, and Dad was reassigned to Cairo along with me. We use it when we have some leave."
She took a turning on to a dirt road. Sand dunes started to appear and he glanced the sea between some of them. They passed through a small village that contained a few shops, "Nearly there now" she mutated at his side.
They drew up at single story villa set on top of a low bluff. The arched windows had wooden shutters across them and sand had blown across the stone driveway.
"Stay in the car while I open it up," Sharon remarked.
He watched as she opened the arched door disappearing inside. He lit a cigarette looking around, it seemed no other buildings were built nearby. He opened the car door swinging his legs out, he could smell the clean air of the sea. He reached in and retrieved his walking sticks, and began to walk slowly with the aid of the sticks towards the door.
Sharon appeared she had removed her coat and hat and came rushing towards him. "Are you sure you can manage?" she asked. He smiled and nodded. Inside she led him slowly through the gloomy lounge to opened French doors, and pulled out a cane chair for him to sit in,
He was sat on a wide patio looking directly out to sea, white sand separated the villa from the sea about a hundred yards away he judged.
"I'll open the shutters now to let more light in. Would you like a beer while you wait darling?" He nodded "Please."
When she had gone he became aware of a low humming noise that seemed to come from the side of the villa. He commented on it when she came back. "That's the generator, it supplies the electricity and powers the pump for the water. Hany put it on yesterday when he filled the fridge."
"Hany?" he murmured. Sharon chuckled "he and his wife Messa look after the villa, they live in the village we passed. I came down yesterday with the food and drink for us and Hany put it in his fridge until ours was ready for it. He runs the store in the village and is the only one with a telephone."
"Look darling if you are comfortable here I'm going to have a shower and change after I've brought the luggage in."
He started to protest, "I should do that?"
She laughed, "Yes but we need it today."
He sat back in the comfortable chair and drifted off to sleep.
When he awoke he could hear Sharon singing somewhere in the villa, he glanced at his watch 3:40pm, he'd slept for three hours.
His clothes were sticking to him, 'I need a shower now' he thought, struggling to get up. Sharon must have heard him, she came rushing in. He blinked when he saw her, she'd changed into shorts cut high in the leg and wore the top piece of a two piece bathing costume.
"I need to take a shower, I stink," he mumbled.
She smiled "I'll take you through to the bedroom."
She helped his undress ignoring his roused condition. She removed the dressing from his arm staring in horror at the vivid scars on it and his side. "I'll redress them after your shower."
In the shower he supported himself by holding onto the shower wall while she bathed him. Groaning has she washed his lower areas. "Darling I know how you feel, but we can't yet, until you are much better," she murmured.
He sat on the bed as she dressed the wounds aware of her body and the smell of her perfume. "Sharon wounds or no wounds I'm going to rape you if you keep wearing this outfit."
She gave a throaty chuckle. "It's an incentive to get you better. In any case I'll be the one raping," she whispered sexily.
She changed into a kaftan and they had steaks grilled on a barbecue outside on the patio, with a bottle of good red wine.
He sat back contented gazing out to sea, the setting sun creating a thousand flashes of light reflecting from the quite water. "Time for bed Captain," Sharon murmured. Shaun brightened up, "You're sleeping on your own Captain," she chuckled
The next morning early, he found his swimming trunks in the drawer where Sharon had put them. He struggled through the soft sand until he reached the sea. He managed to do an awkward side stroke pushing his body to greater effort.
When he emerged he felt both elated and exhausted at his efforts. Sharon was standing on the beach with her hands on her hip, back in the shorts. "What the hell are you doing," she said angrily. He grinned, "Training to rape you."
"Well I have to redress your bloody wounds now you've got them wet."
They had a big breakfast of bacon eggs and fried tomatoes. "If the Rabbi could only see you now Miss Silverman," he chuckled.
"Well I won't tell if you don't," she replied laughing.
After four days, Sharon noticed the wounds seemed to be healing fast, no doubt due to the sea water she imagined from his daily swimming sessions. And he was walking better without the aid of the sticks.
Hany had delivered a box of groceries along with two biscuit tins addressed to Shaun. "There from Aunty Vicky, there will be food in them," he told her. She unpacked them putting the cigarettes and malt whiskey to one side and handing him the letters inside of them.
He was sat out on the patio reading them when she brought him a beer. "Everything all right at home?" she asked.
He smiled, "Yes, life goes on in the Crater, Aunt Vicky says you wouldn't know there was a war on. That's Crater butter and cheese she's sent, they have a canning factory in Nairobi now."
She left him to his letters returning into the lounge to tidy up. She was fluffing up the cushions on the couch when she felt his hands pushing up her top piece of her costume, she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he grasped her breasts squeezing them. "Miss Silverman you are about to be violated," he whispered in her ear.
"Oh...yes please," she said breathlessly.
She felt him pushing down her shorts, and then his erection was rubbing on her bottom. He was muzzling her neck, she felt weak yearning for the moment. Then she felt it and groaned at the sensation pushing back with her bottom.
When the release came, it left them weak unable to talk for a moment. She felt him withdrawing and turned to look at him. He was standing breathing heavily, perspiration covered his body. He smiled at her, "That's harder work than swimming," he muttered. Sharon dissolved into laughter.
Outside on the patio having a drink he murmured "I imagine that you will be sleeping with me now?" he said grinning.
"Only if you promises not to overdo it," she said firmly.
