This story requires a long lead-in to allow you to understand it. I'm sorry for those who want to read about fucking in the first couple of paragraphs. I promise you that if you read the rather lengthy introduction, the fucking will soon appear.
I spent 24 years in the Army, most of it as a member of the Special Forces. As a result, I was often deployed overseas which took me away from my family. When I say family, I am talking about my wife and my older sister who lived about a mile from our house. Her husband had also been career Army, but he was killed in combat several years ago. Both my parents were dead. Although I had enough time in the service to retire, I wanted to complete my current combat tour and receive another promotion so I would get more retirement pay. My wife was not happy with my decision because she thought I had spent enough time away from her. She also told me that my sister was very worried about the prospect of me being killed in combat, just like her husband.
I was talking to my wife on the phone when I told her I was going to extend my tour for another six months. She started screaming at me and told me if I spent one day past my original terminal date, she would leave me. I was really pissed off that she couldn't understand that I was only doing it to increase our household income, so I told her to do whatever she wanted to.
My wife stopped calling me and I was too stubborn to call her. A month after I had last talked to her, my team was ambushed while on patrol. I got shot in my left thigh and I caught some shrapnel in my right knee and calf. I guess the Army notified my wife of my injuries but instead of being concerned for me, it just made her more upset at my decision to remain in a combat zone.
The team medic did a great job treating my wounds in the field. I spent three days in a field hospital and then I was released back to my quarters to recover. A couple of days later, my sister called me on Skype. First, she asked me how I was doing and then she said, "John, I hate to tell you this, but I went over to see Linda yesterday, and she was with some guy, and they were loading up a U-Haul truck. When I asked her what she was doing, she said she finally decided that you love the Army more than you love her, and then she said if you wanted to get yourself killed, you could do it without her. I'm sorry to break it to you John, but Linda left you. She said she was getting a divorce, and was moving to Jacksonville, Florida."
The following day, a Lieutenant from the legal office came to see me and he handed me some divorce papers. I asked him what I should do, and he said that depended on what I wanted to do. He asked me if I wanted to agree to the divorce or contest it. I told him I really didn't give a shit. Then I asked him if I could have a few days to decide. He told me that would be ok, and to contact him when I had decided.
My sister was a very successful lawyer. I knew she handled corporate law, but I decided to ask her for some family law advice anyway. When I called her, she said I should contest the divorce. She said she would represent me, and we would take my wife to the cleaners. She explained that since we lived in Fayetteville, NC, right outside of Fort Bragg, people were very supportive of the military, and they especially held the special forces community in high regard. She asked me if I would be willing to let my wife have the house, just as a gesture of goodwill. When I said I would, she said, "Here's what we're going to do. I'll file divorce papers here in Fayetteville. I'll explain that she filed for a divorce first, and she did that right after she had learned that you were wounded in combat. I will explain that you have served your country for 24 years, and have been wounded, correct me if I'm wrong, but that's your fourth combat wound, right?"
I told her she was right. Then she said, "I will let the court know that you are willing to give her your house, but you will not give her any alimony. The only reason you were in a combat zone is because you extended for six months so you could retire with a larger retirement check to support you both. She immediately said she would leave you if you extended, which caused you emotional stress, and I will testify that she's been unfaithful while you were serving your country. I guarantee that the court will be sympathetic to you."
I told her to do it. I went to the legal office the next day and told them I wanted to contest the divorce. They had me sign some papers and then they sent them back to the court in Fayetteville.
I was told to go back to the hospital for a checkup. When I arrived, they put me in a hospital gown and put me in a bed with all the monitors behind me. Then my Colonel came in and pinned two Purple Heart Medals and a Bronze Star Medal on my chest. There was a Public Affairs officer there, and they took several photographs. He told me he was going to write a story for the military newspaper, and he would also send it to the Fayetteville newspaper.
My sister appeared in court, showed the judge the newspaper article, and stated that I was serving my country in a combat zone while my wife was having an affair back home. In the end, the judge not only agreed that I didn't have to pay my wife alimony, but he refused to award her the house, either. My wife wanted to divorce me, but she did so at a high price to her because she got nothing. She even had to pay the court costs. I had my sister put the house up for sale, and it sold at a higher price than I was asking. She told me she had looked around the house and had boxed up everything she thought I might want to keep. I told her to donate the rest to Goodwill.
I received my promotion to Warrant Officer Five, which was the highest I could go. The higher ups decided I was no longer fit for combat, so I spent the next three months working in our Intelligence center since I was an intelligence specialist.
I received my retirement discharge and took a flight back to Fort Bragg. I thought I would have enough retirement pay to live on, but when I went to the VA, I learned that I would be given a 100 percent disability. My disability pay was actually more than my retirement pay. I would be able to live comfortably on those two checks. I called my sister, and she picked me up and took me to her house.
I was 42 years old with no house, no car, no job, and absolutely no idea what I was going to do with the rest of my life. My sister was 44, but she looked more like 30. We were both former high school athletes, and she had definitely maintained her athletic body. She was about 5'7", 130 pounds with what I would guess were 36 C cup breasts. She had curves in all the right places with long toned legs. She had light brown hair that was nearly blond, blue eyes, and a movie star smile. All I could think of was, "Man! If she wasn't my sister, I would be all over her."
My sister, Jennifer, but always called Jennie, made a fresh pot of coffee and some sandwiches for lunch. We were sitting in her living room, and she asked me what my plans were. I laughed and answered, "Plans? Honestly, I don't have a clue. I can't work because I'm considered 100 percent disabled. If I get a job, the VA will say that if I'm able to work, I must not be disabled, and they will cut my pay. I don't have a car, and I don't have any place to live. Speaking of that, I hate to impose on you, but could I stay here tonight? I will try to find an apartment tomorrow."
We were sitting together on her sofa, so she reached over and took my hand. She said, "John, you're not imposing on me. You can stay here for as long as you want." She was quiet for a minute before she continued, "In fact, why don't you stay here with me permanently. I have the room, and it would be nice to have a roommate. I get lonely staying here alone, and the way the crime rate has been rising lately, it would be nice knowing I had my big, strong, tough Green Beret brother living here."
"Geez, Jennie, I thought just staying here over night would be an imposition. Staying here all the time would have to be an even bigger imposition. What if you want to bring somebody home to spend the night?"
Jennie laughed out loud. She said, "I haven't dated or had sex since my husband was killed. I go out every now and then with some of the lawyers I work with, but it's always in a group. And, since we're speaking of sex, how about you? When are you going to start dating again?"
