Madison slid out of bed taking care not to wake Diesel. He'd tossed and turned most of the night and just recently settled into what appeared to be a peaceful sleep. She dressed in a blouse, tweed blazer, pencil skirt and heels and grabbed the two manila envelopes from the file cabinet in her office. Her phone rang.
"Dr. Attard, I got your message. What's your ETA?"
"I'm actually on my way right now, should be there in about a half hour," she said, grabbing her briefcase and leaving the house.
"Great. Hope you have some good news for me, Dr. Attard. Diesel's a good kid. I want to know he's alright."
"It will all be explained, Sergeant Ford, I'm on my way."
She climbed into her car and started the engine, stared at her bedroom window, bit her nails. Two envelopes, one contained a medical evaluation that would clear Diesel for duty, the other a medical evaluation that would suspend him from duty and place him under the care of a close colleague until further notice. Even as she drove to see Sergeant Ford, she was undecided about which diagnosis she planned to hand in.
**
Diesel sat up in bed the moment he heard the door click shut. He got out of bed, shoved a cigarette in his mouth and watched Madison drive away, curiosity circling in his stomach. He started a shower, finished the cigarette in the shower and after imagining Madison's breasts vibrating under the power of his thrust the day before on the river bank, he held himself in his hand and stoked his cock until he came. He wished she hadn't left, she would've marveled at how hard he got. He was always hardest in the morning.
He finished his shower, lit another cigarette and allowed his mind to be blank for a few moments. After he'd thought it over long enough he called his mother, and when she answered he exhaled a breath he hadn't been aware of holding.
"Ma, I'm getting married," he said before she could start on some line of conversation that might take him away from his point.
"What? Diesel, married? I haven't spoken to you in two years and that's the first thing you do? Drop a marriage announcement on me?"
"Ma, I know, I'm sorry, but I didn't want to lose my nerve."
"Well I guess I should just be happy you called and told me. Who's the lucky lady? A fellow Marine?"
"No, my therapist."
Diesel lit another cigarette as the woman laughed. He even managed a smile himself. She couldn't have given a better response. Once she'd gotten past the initial shock she suggested she fly in from Alabama to meet Madison. Diesel agreed, and told her that he would call her back later in the week to iron out the particulars.
After the call he took a fitful catnap during which he experienced a nightmare so bad and vivid that he woke up drenched in sweat. Mounting stress made him light his fourth cigarette of the morning before he made another call. Her voice was honey over the phone, and instantly he was hard, his nightmare forgotten. He stroked himself through the fabric of his sweatpants. A small laugh preceded his words. "Girl your voice alone..."
"My voice alone, what?"
"Your voice alone gets my dick hard. What you think about that?"
"I think you shouldn't say things like that to me while I'm at work."
"I shouldn't huh," he blew a plume of smoke at the ceiling and chuckled, "so I better not say how I wish you were here with me right now with your pussy in my mouth."
"Diesel!"
"Or I shouldn't tell you about how I'm holding my dick in my hand right now, thinking about sticking my tongue in every sweet hole you got on that tight little body of yours."
"Diesel...."
