Then there was the crushing humiliation, the intense mortification of losing my shit at the dude who stopped us. And that got a thousand times worse as Alex glared at me, annoyance still written across his face as he refused to let me get away without telling him what I was talking about."Well?" he asked testily as I froze."Can we talk about it somewhere else?" I asked quietly."What? I just had to—""Please, Alex." My voice shook and I turned even redder, more pissed at myself for sounding pathetic than I was embarrassed. "Just your car, even?"He almost said no. Then he studied me for a moment, sighed, and jerked his head towards the parking lot. We said nothing as we walked through the lot, save for Alex pointing out which car was his and me mumbling a quick "thank you" as he opened the passenger door for me."Flustered" and "flattered" were then added to the growing list of emotions I was experiencing.He got into the driver's seat but didn't turn the key. I tried to collect my
I got out of the car before he could say anything else. My pulse threatened to burst through my skin as I unlocked the front door, not looking behind me, not checking to see if he followed. When the front door shut with a quiet click behind me, I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding, though my shoulders slumped with disappointment.At least, they did for the ten seconds or so before Alex pulled the door open again.I turned towards him; he reached for me. Without a second thought, his lips were pressed against mine, urgent and soft and leaving me breathless. It was like being showered with sparks, like something had burst above us and was raining electricity and heat and desire over us in the front hallway.I had never wanted someone so badly in my life.His hands were confident, one holding the back of my head as he kissed me and the other sliding to my waist and around my back, pulling my body tight against his. I gasped as he bit at my lip, tongue flicking over the sp
Big Mike took a deep pull of his Cherry Coke and signaled for the waitress. "Can I get the check and another one of these," he pointed to his plate. "to go? Thanks.""I got it, Mike.""Nah, you get the next one.""Okay, thanks. So, Leia did really good, right?""At what?"I paused. "The recital. Playing. Nervous, but she settled in. She even did that little foot stomp thing like Jimmy. Cute as hell.""Wasn't there, but good to hear it went well.""You... What? Sure you were. She saw you. When she first came out.""Nope. Forgot all about it. I'll make the next one.""You shitting me?""I said I'll be there, I'll be there.""That's not what I meant and you know it.""Yeah, whatever."Pushing back in my chair, I looked across the table at him."Are you pissed at me?"He threw his napkin on his plate. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fucking pissed. It's been a quarter of a fucking century. What the hell is wrong with you? I wasn't close to Rebecca, not like I was with you, but I knew her. Probably bette
Eyes still flashing, she leaned back and looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I guess that was something. She wasn't just storming out."I'm not a psychic, and I'm not trying to make any stupid claims that make me into anything other than a jackass that shit all over Jimmy, but his wasn't a story with a happy ending. And yeah, I was a dick. I got it. For the time it took to write those articles and for all the effort it took to avoid telling you it was me, yeah. A big dick."But I'm not going to fall on my sword and pretend that's the whole story. He's sober. He didn't just get sober, he's staying sober. He's cleaned up. He's playing better than ever before. You know where he was yesterday? He was the reward for a high school band class. They averaged an eighty-five for a big test or some shit and he went in and spent the afternoon with them. Jimmy. Mr. Rock Star spent his afternoon jamming with some high school kids because they got good grades. He plays with Leia all the time.
"I told Jimmy.""About you and me?""About Curt Llama.""Ah."There was a tense, awkward silence."I mean, I didn't really tell him. He kind of overheard.""How pissed is he?""Um. He said that was 'classic Alex,' called you a fucker, and said he was going to ask for a raise."Alex laughed, startling both of us."Shit. Well, he probably deserves it at this point."Again we fell quiet. I sipped water to fill the silence."When you said you'd make it right if I gave you another chance, what did you mean?""I want to do the right thing," he said."What does that even mean, though?"Alex put his glass of water back down on the coffee table and hesitantly took my hand. I let him, my heart fluttering when his fingers brushed against mine."Well, for starters, if I was lucky enough to spend a night with you again, I wouldn't leave while you slept. I have realized that it's a shitty thing to do."I couldn't help it; I laughed."I'm not gonna keep shit from you. No secrets, no... no other alte
Alex POVI wasn't angry. How could I be angry? It was just. No matter how fucked up things got, you could only get truly angry if you thought that things weren't fair and just. I deserved every bit of this. Ember was fate, slapping me in the face and telling me it hadn't forgotten what I'd done. Two and a half decades had gone by and I'd successfully hidden. My guilt was in the past and I was living my quiet grey life. No love, no glory, no fame but also no pain.Then she strode through the wreckage of my life, making me remember what was possible and what I had lost. I'd fucked women over the past twenty-five years. I'd had good times since my world ended. There were even times when I was happy. But Ember was the first thing since they died that was real. She was the first new person that I felt that I might be able to love. And she turned out to be my son's best friend and I was such a crappy father that I didn't even know she existed.Well played, Fate.I couldn't go back to my bed
"You are?"I nodded and sat on the edge of her bed."I'll call Al—uh. I'll call the studio again tomorrow and we'll... we'll see. Maybe Uncle Jimmy can come over instead and help you learn some new songs."She sniffed again, wiping her face with the pillowcase before sitting up."I'm sorry I yelled at you, Mommy," she said. "I didn't know you were sad, too."I had to blink very rapidly and stare up at the ceiling as she hugged me.She was practicing her guitar a few minutes later, quiet strumming as I gently closed her bedroom door and went back to the kitchen. I picked up my phone and scrolled back through the messages.I'm sorry. I didn't know. Can we talk?Ok, if you don't want to talk, that's fine. Can you just let me know you're ok?Should I bring Leia for her lesson tonight or no?Called Lini, she just said you're not there. Alex, just tell me if you're okay. I'm worried.It's been four days. Are you even fucking alive?You asked me to keep bringing Leia for lessons but I can't
He sat down in my office a few minutes later. I got up, closed the door and then sat back down."I'm not sure where to start. I owe you an apology. I'm not going to sugar-coat it. I'm not sorry for what I did, but I am sorry about how I did it. On top of that, I should have told you as soon as you started working here. Not many people know I'm Curt Llama, but you deserved to know.""Okay.""Okay?""Yeah, we're good."I told him we were bumping his pay up to $1,500 a week and then we went over the songs. We discussed his approach, what his thought processes were and why I went in the directions I did. He asked the right questions and seemed excited."So, uh, feel free to say no. I, uh, I sorta started working on my own stuff. I mean, I've always done that. If you play, you don't really have a choice, but I've sorta gotten serious about it. If you could, uh, maybe take a look? When you have a chance? Or not. Whatever."I smiled at how nervous he was. "I'd be happy to, Jimmy. Nervous?""
Five days later I was in my Class A uniform and escorted into an office in the Pentagon.The General was there, along with a major from the Adjutant General Corps and a corporal holding a camera.The General said, "Let's get it on, Major."The Major said, "Attention to Orders:" They gave me a medal for the ding, and another with a "V" for valor for helping Waters and the overall mission.I thought it was over, and relaxed. The general smiled and said, "Not yet."The major repeated, "Attention to Orders:" I received an early promotion to Captain and the general put on the two silver stripes—railroad tracks—when we were done.After the pictures were taken, the General dismissed the Major and said, "Follow me, Captain, Corporal."We went down a corridor and came to another door. I opened it and saw Elke in a simple yellow dress with Sophie in front of her holding a bouquet of flowers. Next to Elke was First Sergeant Franklin
We landed ten minutes later. The First Sergeant was running the show—two ambulances were there to load up Waters and me. A staff car with two nurses, a driver and a guard took the children away, and two MP jeeps were there to take the duffel bag. They cut away my pants leg in the ambulance. As soon as we reached the hospital I was wheeled into an X-ray room and then the gurney was pushed into a brightly lit room and I could feel them cut away the rest of my uniform. It was no longer a spasm of pain; my leg now hurt like hell. Minutes later I looked up at doctor holding a mask over my face. As he pushed it against my mouth and nose he said, "Take a deep breath, Lieutenant. You got something in there so we're going to dig around and get it out of you." I took a breath and then everything disappeared. Chapter 5 Someone was lightly shaking my shoulder; I woke up. A voice said, "It was a ricochet. The round went in three inches; hit an artery and then some muscle tissue, but no bone.
Waters immediately posted an outside guard and sent the other sergeant to watch the kids. When it was time to leave we would wake them and give them candy that was treated with a drug that would keep them drowsy and quiet. He turned to me, "Do your thing, Lieutenant." I walked into the communications room and found both safes open. I opened a duffel bag that I had brought and dumped the contents of both safes into it. There would be plenty of time to see what we got later. I searched the rest of the room and found nothing else. Next was the Commander's office. It had a desk with a phone, a bed, filing cabinet, and a bookcase—it was exactly as Elke had described it. I searched the filing cabinet first. It was unlocked, which made me suspicious. There were some folders in it that I put in the duffel bag, but I didn't believe any sensitive information would be left in an unlocked filing cabinet. I searched the bookcase next, but other than some pornographic picture books there was
"Well, Lieutenant?" I really had no choice. The operation was for Elke, and Elke was my responsibility. "Yes, Sir, I volunteer." The Colonel nodded as if this was expected and said, "You're relieved from all duties. I'll speak with Captain Myer. Go with the First Sergeant, and he'll explain how it's going to happen." We drove to a building some distance from the office. Something had bothered me ever since Elke came back from Choiden. "Top, they never were going after Sophie, were they?" "Lieutenant, you and I don't know the answer to that question. War and spying is nasty business, and sometimes bad things happen. No good can come to you and Elke if you let that question fester in you. "You should focus on the mission. "Right now you're going to meet the team. You're going to face a great deal of hostility from these men. They train as a team and you're breaking up the team. They know you didn't make the decision, but you're an officer. Their attitude against you doesn't make
The next morning Elke was released from the hospital. However, before she physically left the building she sat down with the First Sergeant, an intelligence officer from the 2nd Armored Division's S2 office and a sketch artist. I was politely, but firmly, told that they would be more productive if I weren't with Elke when they talked. It was obvious to me that they were trying to identify the other four women whom the Russians had either coerced or talked into spying in our regional sector. When the meeting was over Top walked over to me and said, "She's trying, Lieutenant. It's just going to take time to learn everything that she knows. "When does she go back to work? "Monday," I replied. "Why do you ask?" "Lieutenant, that's how she passes any information to the Russians—a customer comes in and buys something and the exchange is made then. I'll talk to the Colonel and make sure we have something for Elke to give them." The following Monday Elke passed on the news that in four
"She won't be really conscious for quite a while—probably until tomorrow morning. "Lieutenant, this appears to be a suicide attempt. At a minimum we have to notify the German authorities, and I would guess she'll need some psychological counseling. I'll take care..." "Major," I interrupted, "there are some things that you aren't aware of, and before you do anything I suggest you talk to Colonel Weldon or First Sergeant Franklin." He looked at me in surprise. "Isn't Colonel Weldon the Commander of the intelligence battalion?" "Sir, please talk to the Colonel or First Sergeant. "Can I see Elke now?" He considered my request and then said, "Follow me." We walked down the hall until we reached a door. He opened it and said, "Just look." Elke looked terrible. Fluids were going into her through an intravenous line, her hair was wet and plastered against her face, and an oxygen mask was over her nose and mouth. "Major, she looks awful." "Lieutenant, we saved her life; she looks wor
An hour later we came close to shore and she put on her blouse. She put her bra into the lunch bag. It was another night of slow, loving sex. When we were done I said, "I love you." She didn't answer; she was asleep. Our last day at the resort we hiked the hills again and then tried to swim in the lake. The water was ice cold and it was impossible to stay in it for more than thirty seconds. We gave up and dressed and walked to the small town two miles away and shopped for trinkets. In the early evening we were still in the town and decided to eat at a small restaurant off the main street. The fish just caught from our lake tasted great and the sweet German wine complemented the meal. Our table had a single candle burning and the light reflected off Elke's face and chest. She seemed happy. We walked back to our cabin and took our shower together to get the day's dirt off. We opened a bottle of wine and sat on the porch watching the last light of day disappear into the water. I pu
"Dave, what are you..." and she gasped as I sucked her tender, little point of pleasure. Quickly her groans became louder and she started to spasm violently as my tongue brought her to climax. She cuddled next me later and said, "No one has ever done that to me before." "Did you enjoy it?" "But should we be doing it, Dave?" "Answer me, Elke. Did you enjoy it?" "Yes, you drove me crazy with pleasure—I lost control of my body." "Then we should be doing it. Anything that I can do to give you pleasure, we should be doing." With a breakthrough in her sexual shyness, I thought it was a wonderful weekend for both of us. I wanted to sleep with her Sunday night too, but she sent me back to my base housing. Early the following day I joined Top for our ritual cup of coffee. He was always first in the office and I, being an early riser, was always the second one in. Top said, "Captain Myer tried to reach you Saturday night to see if you were free for a meeting Sunday morning. I called y
I looked forward to the weekends. I would come to her apartment early and she prepared breakfast for us. Then we would start out on our weekend plan. Sometimes it would be a day at the park where Elke and I would spread a blanket and enjoy the lunch that she had prepared. Other weekends we would take a commuter train to nearby cities and explore them. One Saturday in the late afternoon Elke took me to a beer garden on the other side of the city. The music was happy and lively, and the teenage kids danced and raced through the tables as they played their games. After a few beers Elke giggled, "Dave, you must dance to the happy music." "But Elke, I'm not a good dancer and I've never seen this type of dance before." She reached out her hand, "I will show you." The band was on break so I took the opportunity to buy another pitcher of beer for Elke and me. Just as I arrived at our table I heard a familiar voice say, "Good evening, Lieutenant." I turned and answered, "Good evening to