Jack Dawson tossed his duffle bag onto the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. He quickly rid himself of his boots and stretched out of the king sized playground he had not frequented since his deployment to Iraq. Fourteen months was a long, long time for a man to go without. He was lucky to be alive. His reserve unit was finally sent home after a tour so brutal that it had even the regulars shaking their heads...two months earlier than expected. He didn't tell his wife, wanting to surprise her. He laughed to himself. She had better be ready. The marines had landed.
He looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was till early. She wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. A shower wouldn't hurt. He reluctantly got out of bed and began stripping his uniform from his body. As he dropped his last piece of clothing into the pile that had accumulated on the floor, he glanced in the mirror. Damn, he thought. Is that me?
The rigors of war had transformed his slightly puffy business executive's body into a lean mean fucking machine. He grinned at the mirror. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere. His body rippled like a snake when he moved, his powerful muscles, perfectly defined, his belly a taut washboard that flaunted his six-pack. Hell, even his cock looked bigger. His skin was a dark tan, save the area that banded his groin. His nearly baldhead and closely cropped beard gave him an ominous look. He doubted his lovely wife would even recognize him. As he stepped into the shower, his mind flashed back to his last day at home. He had spent the night fucking her again and again. He remembered his going away present...a blowjob in the shower. Jack smiled and began to soap his body. It was something she didn't do often. Maybe she would be so glad to see him that she would even swallow this time.
As he was stepping out of the shower, he heard the phone ring. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist to keep from drenching the floor in the bedroom. He rushed to answer the phone, but as he reached for the receiver, the answering machine took over.
"Hey baby," the strangers voice cooed. "Don't forget tonight. Everyone is going to be there. Bye the way, Turner is so damn horny he can't even see straight." The voice paused for a moment. "Here's the number if you get lost. Eight o'clock. Don't be late." Jack was stunned, nearly in shock. It wasn't hard to figure out that the stranger had more than a casual relationship with his dutiful wife. And what ever was going to start at eight o'clock was a mystery.
Jack calmed down long enough to get dressed. He opened his duffel bag and pulled out the new civvies he had purchased on the way home. None of his old clothing would fit him now, and these new duds showed off his new body. They were casual, but trendy. He glanced at himself in the mirror one last time and straightened out the room, carefully smoothing out the bed. You couldn't tell he had even been there. Picking up his things he carried them into the guest room and put them out of sight in the closet.
A quick look at the reverse phone book on his laptop gave him the name and location of Jeff Turner. He was thankful that the cab arrived to pick him up before his wife had arrived from work. He had buried his duffel bag under some bags of old clothes, making sure that there wasn't a clue that anyone would find without a little snooping in the guest bedroom. He had the cab drop him off at a bar within walking distance of Jeff Turner's house. The neighborhood was quite nice, and he felt comfortable having a couple of drinks in what was obviously a local bar full of regulars. He took a seat at the bar.
"You're new around here, aren't you Love?" He looked up into the dazzling eyes of the bartender and smiled."
"Yes I am. Actually not sure I want to live here yet. But the neighborhood seems right for me. I am just cruising around tonight, taking in the ambiance." He flashed her a teasing smile as if pleased with his exaggerated pronunciation. "You live around here?"
Jack realized after talking to Debby, the sensual and enchanting woman who seemed to flit around him between serving drinks to the other customers, never answered his question as to where she lived. It was obvious that she was a bit taken with him. She had used every opportunity to lean towards him and display her rather large and braless breasts or casually brush her hand across his when she refilled his drink. It had been a long time since a woman like her had given him even the slightest indication that she might be interested.
He was actually sorry it was nearly eight thirty when he glanced at his watch. He reached for his wallet as he asked her for a check, but she shook her head. "You're a Vet, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question, but he shook is head yes. "Then these are on the house." He smiled and thanked her then slipped a ten into the tip jar sitting on the bar. "Wait," she whispered as he turned to leave. She reached into her hair and slipped out a pencil that had been all but hidden near the back of her head. She scribbled something on a small piece of paper and handed it to him. "She's looking for a roommate if you need a place to stay." He glanced down and smiled. It was her number and address. As he walked out of the bar, he couldn't help thinking that not everything about the war was bad.
It was a short walk to Turner's apartment. He was impressed. The building was quite elegant and it was easy figure out which apartment was his by following the steady flow of people in and out of his unit. Jack had no trouble getting in virtually unnoticed. He moved through the foyer into a very large living room full of people, various sorts, casually dressed in their own trendy fashion and enjoying the music pouring forth from a rather expensive looking sound system. He glanced around the room looking for Lydia but didn't see her.
