There are no 'cucks' in this story. No BTB, and no cheating. Very little sex. This is the third and final part of 'The Red Ledger.' It is a love story, and I can't think of a better place than Loving Wives.
Some other stories cover just about every subject. This one really is about Loving Wives. I invite you to read Parts 1 and 2 for context, and I apologize for a couple of glaring mistakes. (You'll see.)
Also this is to apologize for "David's Revenge". According to most readers, not my best work. If you don't like this, there's no help for you.
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At last, the last part of the love story. A couple of people had mentioned that they thought there
should be a few more bits and pieces on the characters' lives. No sex (well, not much) just a nice little story about real people in the real world (of my imagination). Read it or not, enjoy it or not, it is what it is.
(Besides, I still get paid the millions for getting it published. HEH, HEH, HEH.) You might want to read Red Ledger 1 & 2 for some context. No naughty parts (just talking about it)
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Major Donald Hugh Forsane looked in the mirror in his bedroom and absent-mindedly wiped the gold oak leaves on his collar. His promotion to Major had just come through but he was glad for it.
'It's time to go home. It's been a long time,' he thought.
Actually, it had only been about twelve years since he had left the states, but those twelve years had been fraught with change. The Bok Haram attack just after his arrival was not unexpected. Saving the life of the stunningly beautiful neurosurgeon was. He thought back.
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1st Lieutenant Donald Hugh Forsane laced his boots up. He was getting tired of 'party cake' assignments. Nothing to do and he got them because his uniform was 'spiffier' than the Marines. He thought this would be different because the Ambassador PERSONALLY asked for him. Then he found out what it was. A Christmas Party, at the children's hospital.
His opposite number with the Marines, Lt. Jake O'Donnell, screwed with him when he told him he told the Ambassador that he was confident the Green Berets could handle it.
"No sense sending in the Marines, sir. We have other things to handle."
'Thanks a lot, Jake,' he thought to himself.
He met the other three members of his team at the armory. Lance Corporal Simon Davis asked the Lieutenant if was going to draw an M-16.
"Naw, a side arm will be good enough for me. I trust you guys not to shoot me," he laughed.
"I don't know, sir. Those Nuns always scared me back in grammar school," said Davis. The four men laughed and left for the Children's Hospital.
Dr. Ami Kashime was coming out of the hospital, where she worked as a staff neurosurgeon specializing in pediatrics. It was lunchtime, and she and two nurses were on their way to an outdoor cafe to eat.
1st. Lieutenant Donald Forsane and the three men of his security detachment from the Embassy were on their way to the children's hospital to see about throwing a Christmas party for the kids.
Humanitarian relations with the local government were high on the ambassador's list, and the hospital was run by Catholic nuns and backed by the Catholic Church.
As they pulled up in their Humvee, all hell broke loose. Gunshots and explosions rang out, and people started running. One of the two nurses was hit and dropped to the street. The bad guys ran up to the two remaining women and tried to force them into their truck when the Green Beret officer and the three Green Berets from the Embassy rolled up and rushed them. Shots rang out, and Lieutenant Forsane dropped two of the insurgents before taking a round in the chest. He shot two more and launched himself at the tall raven-haired woman. He hit her with a body block, and they fell to the ground.
He remembered thinking, 'This is nicer than taking out an Alabama running back in college football.'
He rolled the lady's body up against the storefront where they had landed. All the time, he was smearing blood on her blouse and her smock.
He was shielding her with his body.
He pivoted and shot another baddie, and then his men were mopping up and taking care of the wounded lady. Lance Corporal Davis came over to him and started to minister to his wound.
"Dam, Lt., some guys will do anything to get out of work." He grinned and turned to the lady and helped her up.
"Nice catch, ma'am. Sorry about the blood."
She immediately turned her attention to Donald. "I am a doctor," she said. Davis chuckled and said, "It figures. Officers get all the luck."
Then Donald laughed and said in his best Bugs Bunny impression, "AHH, what's up doc?" Then he lost consciousness.
She looked at him with horror on her face; then, her expression disintegrated into laughter. He was handsome and well put together, but he was losing blood. She continued to minister to him, gently. Her smile was better than any medicine, and she knew he was hers.
He returned to a groggy consciousness.
"My name is Lieutenant Donald Forsane, ma'am. I apologize for the tackle, and ruining your blouse."
She looked at him, shushed him, blushed, and said, "You saved my life, Lieutenant. The rest does not matter. THANK YOU."
Their eyes met, and she teared up a little. He knew that his life was about to change forever
They deployed Marines and Green Berets around the hospital. She fixed me up, and the embassy ambulance came and got me. She said she would check on my progress.
After all, I was her patient.
I got an ambulance ride back to the Embassy. The Embassy doctor and the Green Beret doctor came and checked me out. I talked to my immediate C/O, Capt. Linger and filed the after-action report and checked on my three men. I got updated on the condition of the wounded nurse. Then I was visited by the woman I had saved, and the Ambassador himself.
When the Ambassador heard about the action and was made aware of the Doctor's last name, he became very interested in her condition and involvement, and in our actions concerning them.
It seems that Doctor Ami Kashime was the only daughter of Professor and Mrs. Afework Aaron Kashime, the government Minster of Medicine. While they had three sons, their only daughter was daddy's favorite.
And she had informed her father that I, Lt. Forsane, was HER favorite.
She was standing by his bedside when the Ambassador and his unit C/O, Col. James "Nightmare" Singleton, awarded him the Purple Heart and Bronze Star and promoted him to Captain.
THEN he got to meet Professor Afework Aaron Kashime and his wife, Fatima.
The Prof. had sort of a concerned look on his face. Dr. Kashime was blushing a little and having trouble meeting his eyes. Mrs. Kashime looked like she had a secret she wanted to share and smiled with a cat who swallowed the canary grin. She kept fussing with his hospital gown and touching his cheek.
Everything went off without a hitch. After exchanging congratulations and handshakes, serious discussions took place.
"I am told by my wife and daughter that you are important to my little girl."
"FATHER!!"
A smirk appeared on the man's lips. "Well, that was the way you presented it to me," he said.
He was enjoying jerking his daughter's chain.
"I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, Captain. We are forever in your debt. It would appear to me that it will be much easier to thank one man for my daughter's safety, and happiness, than to thank her savior AND her husband."
"FATHER!!!!"
The gentleman chuckled and said, to his wife, that it would appear the young people need to talk. His wife smiled and kissed the new Captain's cheek.
"Thank you again. Tell your family I am in their debt," her mother said.
Dr. Ami moved up to the head of the bed and adjusted his pillow. She pulled the blanket and sheet up a little farther. She inspected her perfectly manicured fingernails but did not meet his eyes.
She stood about 5' 7", looked to be about 130 pounds, long black hair done up in a bun, nice built, (blush), and smoldering black eyes. SO deep.
SOOO DEEP.
She was fidgeting. She shyly looked down at the bed rail.
"So you're in love with me?".
