At Your Orders
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				Title: <strong>At Your Orders</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 04:21:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">16 August 2009 945 PM<br>Flt 452 from Ramstein Germany was on short final to SEATAC airport.&nbsp; On board and still in Battle Dress was the trail party for the Battalion.&nbsp; Chief among them was First Lieutenant Cian Owens.&nbsp; Since the main body had closed on Fort Lewis the day prior, the homecoming celebrations and welcome home banners were already down, done and or boxed up for the next event.&nbsp; Still they would be greeted happily by total strangers and there was something to be said for that.&nbsp; <br><br>Cian had already missed his first wedding anniversary.&nbsp; He spent that day on patrol.&nbsp; But that was months ago and now Zandra loomed large in his thoughts.&nbsp; Like anyone who made this trip Cian had been awake now for about 20 hours straight.&nbsp; He was no stranger to fatigue and as he felt the 767’s gear drop down out of the well as it began its final decent to US soil, Cian wondered if Zandra would even be there to pick him up.<br><br>Zandra didn’t play by his rules or the Army’s for that matter.&nbsp; She had told him early on she was marrying him, not his choice of lifestyle.&nbsp; That was going to have to be one of the things he’d have to sort out.&nbsp; She had the Flt number and arrival times but still anything was possible….. Cian’s world was discipline, regimen and order.&nbsp; Zandra in his mind appeared to be his reciprocal.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>One of the things that kept him focused now as the day lingered well into night was the mental image of his bride in an open breasted corset.&nbsp; Gawd that woman had the perfect breasts for it and she knew it as well not that the rest of her body was anything to sneeze at either. <br><br><br>“Yep heels…an open breasted corset maybe some nipple jewelry along whatever new adult beverage that made her go nutty” was all Cian hoped for and to be honest he hadn’t looked at their life together much beyond that either.&nbsp; But then this all may be moot if she couldn’t make time out of her schedule to at least pick him up.&nbsp; <br><br>One of her many endearing qualities was that she’d call the shots when she was in the mood and as tired as he was that was a definite possibility.&nbsp; He hungered for her, the taste of her, that feel of anticipation and raw passion which started as soon as the redeployment schedule was finally firmed.&nbsp; <br><br>The battalion started 465 strong and returned with 458 souls.&nbsp; Two of the seven that fell were his and that day now and forever will be seared deep into his soul.&nbsp; &nbsp;But right now all Cian could think of was his newly wedded wife beckoning him to the bedroom adorned in some type of kinky slut wear.&nbsp; Cian hoped that the 13 month separation made her at least half as horny as he was.&nbsp; If she wasn’t at the airport maybe she was at home.&nbsp; Cian figured he could rise to the occasion at least for another 6-7 hours.&nbsp; <br><br>But would she even be there to pick him up?…That was anyone’s guess and as Flight 452 touched down on American soil that thought really began to bother him.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: At Your Orders</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 03:12:18</strong>
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				Zandra felt like a fool for being here. She had no clue what made her want to come out today to see Cian. After he left for his tour she went back to her life. Never had she expected to find herself in a bar, pick up a military man and have her way with him for one whole week. Even now she felt heat course through her veins at the memory of their wicked week. However, an imaginary bucket of water was thrown over her head as she remembered how the end of the 'wicked week' ended with the two of them rushing to the nearest altar to seal themselves in holy matrimony. God, she kept the secret marriage from everyone she knew including herself by denying what happened between Cian and her had been anything but a fling. Even if she thought it was a fling she was here with the gold wedding band on her ring finger and a sign stating the welcome back of Cian Owens. Mrs. Owens. Even now it still confused the hell out of her to remember she was now Missus Owens and not Zandra Maxwell. <br><br>Still, for the last thirteen months she was Zandra Maxwell. Just because she married Cian in a quick and private ceremony did not mean her whole life paused in wait for his arrival from the tour. Nope, there were people who depended on Zandra and she was not about to let them down. One could say she even took up a few more activities to keep her busy twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Perhaps she did it to keep her mind off of the fact Cian was off in a war that had been raging for the past eight years and looked as if it was only getting worse and longer. With the new President in officer she hoped the war would soon be ended but until then there were soldiers overseas fighting for something even she had no clue of let alone wonder if the military knew why they were still in the Middle East. Nevertheless, she kept herself busy so as not to worry too much about Cian or even remember there was no contact whatsoever for the last thirteen months.<br><br>Sometimes she blamed herself and other times she wondered if it was a sign of her foolish mistake in marrying Cian. She never asked him for any email information or how she could get into touch with him thus cutting off any and all communication to keep her in the loop about him. For all she knew he could be dead. No, she was not about to head down that particular road. Either way, she never knew what was going on with him and he never knew what happened in her life. A few months back her father went in for his yearly physical only to find out he had a rabid inoperable tumor in his stomach. It pained her to see her father waste away into nothingness but she spent the time he had left on this green earth before he passed away a month ago. She doubted word of her father's death came to the ears of Cian and distract him from his mission, whatever the mission it was he was assigned in the Middle East. All she knew was that she was unable to get much through the Pentagon the first few days and gave up after the last runaround. <br><br>"Ladies and gentleman, flight 452 has touched the tar mat and will unload in the next ten minutes," the announcer relayed to the rest of the families waiting for their soldiers. Flight 452 was specified for the soldiers of war who were returning for leave whether it was permanently or not was up to them. Her eyes flickered towards a family crying and dressed in black, a sign one of the soldiers coming home would be in a casket. Taking a deep breath, Zandra glanced away from the family in mourning and towards the gate where the military men and women would come out of and greet those who came to visit and rejoice in their return. For Zandra she knew not if she was going to be happy to see Cian or hesitant if their tawdry week fling could go anywhere beyond the bedroom. After all, if it was only a sexual relationship than she needed to put down rules between them in keeping him far away from her family. Not only had her father died not knowing she was married (it still pained her she did not have the courage to tell him his only child had married a military man at six in the morning) but if she brought Cian around her mother it would only further embarrass the family. They might think she was ashamed of them or was trying to play a cruel joke on them. Cian and her needed to hash it out this week before the weekend came and her mother's birthday came up this Sunday. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: At Your Orders</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 00:42:57</strong>
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				As was becoming the custom the Captain had asked that the passengers kindly remain seated until the military types had deplaned.&nbsp; As was his habit Cian waited for the others to precede him only Sergeant Major Joe T Hill purposely remained behind him.&nbsp; The First Lieutenant and the Battalion Command Sergeant Major (CSM) were the last the two from the Battalion to walk back onto American soil.<br><br>Unbeknownst to Cian, the crusty CSM had a reason to follow him.&nbsp; He personally had a 100 bucks riding on this and he wanted to see it to its bitter end. <br>&nbsp;<br>1LT Owens openly wore his wedding ring but there were more than a few, both in the command group and in the ranks who wondered if perhaps he was gay.&nbsp; If it wasn’t for Lt Long over in Charlie Company and a fellow class mate it would be a foregone conclusion only Lt Long said Cian had quite the rep as a ladies man.<br><br>The reason for all this speculation was quite simple actually.&nbsp; Even if Cian wore a wedding ring, and given the fact he’d freely and cheerfully admit that he was happily married, no one had ever seen his gorgeous wife (Cian’s words to any who were curious).&nbsp; He had no pictures of her, he was never seen emailing her or writing to her, he didn’t web cam her and when given the opportunity, he never attempted to call her.&nbsp; At first no one really paid attention to it but over the course of the month’s folks began connecting dots. <br>&nbsp;<br>Cian after all was a good looking dude and if his lady actually didn’t exist and if that was really the case , there could only be one logical reason.&nbsp; Cian’s nubian wife was merely a cover story because he had to be gay. <br>&nbsp;<br>1LT Owens was a good officer respected by his troops, his peers and his superiors.&nbsp; If his sexual orientation was suspect, what the hell, it didn’t really matter and besides no one knew of him hitting on another guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides the “Don’t ask don’t tell policy was only used when the person in question was a total fricking loser to begin with.&nbsp; It was always easier to make them disappear that way then through other channels. <br><br>Command Sergeant Major (CSM) Hill genuinely liked the seasoned Lieutenant but his stories of his princess bride just didn’t add up.&nbsp; If his lady was so hot why the hell wasn’t he all over her?&nbsp; Combat was essentially a man’s world and brought out the more primal side of folks so when you weren’t in it ones thoughts quickly turned to other things much more pleasant.<br>&nbsp; <br>Once that particular subject came up in a late night early morning poker game folks started to take notice.&nbsp; Discreet calls went out to the mail room.&nbsp; Were there ever any letters going out or coming in from folks other than his mother or father in Texas? If so the mail clerks had instructions to let the first sergeant know.&nbsp; Of course&nbsp; it was all hush hush but essentially Lt’s Cian’s lack of diversion, deference, and or deviance to the fairer sex was itself becoming a diversion to some of those who were close to him.<br>&nbsp; <br>The first to mention it was his own Platoon Sergeant, Sergeant First Class Willie Dixon who Cian found to be a capable and trusted ally. Willie D had the same respect for his Leftenant his own term of endearment for the few O’s Willie D liked, especially since he was a ring knocker and all.&nbsp; But when mail call was announced Cian was never seen getting any kind of letters, perfumed or not from his fair lady, nor boxes of goodies, lingerie or any tangible token, there just wasn’t any… as if this fine young thing never existed, the rumors were starting to gain momentum.<br><br>It was Willie D who hoisted the red flag when he found out that Cian had simply gave up gave up his slot time to web cam his lady back in Washington state to one of his own squad leaders.&nbsp; <br>That night Willie D paid the Company First Sergeant a visit.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;“Straight guys just don’t do shit like that” Willie D said that night to the 1Sgt.&nbsp; <br><br>“So what are you saying here Willie D is your Lefteneant is queer?" 1SG Sanford Cummings countered.<br><br>“He’s got to be gay Sanford “ Willie replied instantly<br>&nbsp;“So? He’s a good O isn’t he?”<br><br>Hell yeah he is and if the word got out I’d be the first to defend him but godddam it Sanford, the guy is always saying how fricking hot she is but Jeezus H Christ Sanford, no one and I mean no one has ever seen her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hell he never writes her, calls her, don’t ya think that’s a bit strange?&nbsp; Christ if your old lady or my old lady were half&nbsp; as hot as this babe is we’d be buying up any slot time available just so we could lick the monitor screen….<br><br>Sanford looks over to Willie D <br>“Ok the sunvabitch is weird I got that part .” The 1SGT says<br>Sanford smiles as he continues to talk <br>“He’s got your back though doesn’t he?”<br>Willie D nods with his retort <br>Fucking A he does Sanford and I got his.”&nbsp; <br><br>“OK what am I missing then? he’s a good O and he’s got your back and that Willie D is what this business is all about… so what the fuck is your point here son?”<br><br>“Willie D stands and slaps his 1SGT on the back<br>“Not a gawddammed thing Top… glad you put it back into perspective for me”<br>“That’s what I’m here for Willie D” 1SGT replies with grin<br>Later that day 1SGT Cummings makes some discreet inquiries of his own.&nbsp; Perhaps Willie D was on to something.&nbsp; 1SGT didn’t care what came out of it but it was worth looking into.&nbsp; That was about six –seven months ago.<br><br>Words were starting to circulate as rotation time was approaching.<br>Once the orders got published is when the betting got really serious<br>There were three options in the pool as to who would be waiting for Cian at SeaTac.&nbsp; 1LT Owen of course had no clue to all of the interest in any and all dialog he was having with his loved ones back in the states which made it even better.<br><br>There was $1000 riding on it being a female, $2700 on it being a male, and another $1300 on no one being there at all.&nbsp; The CSM got involved when the stakes were getting too big.&nbsp; It was decided that the money would all get split and go the seven families of those who fell and once that was decided the word spread around the Battalion like wildfire.&nbsp; Soon it was getting hard to keep a lid on it.&nbsp; There was over $5000 dollars in the pot.&nbsp; <br>It’s when the question were being asked “Who was going to verify this?” that’s when the CSM made the call.<br>“I’ve got this thing” he says to all the Platoon Sergeants <br>“See if you can scare another $2000 I can do the math with$ 7000 in the pot going to seven families.”<br>When the trail party got back on the plane at Ramstein the txt message on the CSM’s blackberry had $8400 in the Kitty.&nbsp; <br>“Gawd I sure as hell hope the Old man doesn’t get wind of this” he says to himself thinking of Lieutenant Colonel Richard the Battalion Commander.<br><br><br>The causeway out to the gate always seemed long on the International flights like the aircraft are always parked miles from the terminal.&nbsp; The five of them walked in silence.&nbsp; It had been a long day.&nbsp; And now the bitter moment of truth would soon be revealed.&nbsp; Cian had been thinking of her constantly and while on the plane almost incessantly and now the reality of it was actually scaring him.&nbsp; If she wasn’t there he would check in with the USO folks, find an airport bar and get shit faced figuring a year or so with out booze it wouldn’t take much more that a beer and a shot.&nbsp; <br><br>He’d check in the “Q” (Bachelor Officer’s Quarters) tomorrow and try to reassemble his life from there.&nbsp; <br>Dammit she’d never attempted to contact him at all.&nbsp; It hurt at first, hurt like hell actually… especially when he’d make up the stories about her.&nbsp; Then that one lousy stinking day when Ramariz and Stockard bought the farm two vehicles in front of his, suddenly life turned in on him and however much he had felt sorry for himself vaporized into a red mist not unlike his two troopers.<br><br>Cian could feel a difference in the air temperature as the causeway took a hard turn to the right.&nbsp; In less than a minute his future may turn inside itself again and he stopped abruptly, enough that the CSM almost walked into him.<br><br>You alright Sir?” The CSM said in his gentle booming voice.<br>Cian nodded only he wasn’t.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure now he could handle this.&nbsp; She wouldn’t be there and the energy she had shown him that one week long so long ago would be gone with her.&nbsp; He never got the chance to make it right and now the thought of being alone was overwhelming him.<br>The CSM walked around and looked him directly in the eyes.<br>“Sir what ever it is that is up ahead ain’t diddly shit to what you’ve left behind you.”<br>“They were good people Sergeant Major”<br>Cian says <br>“Yes sir they certainly were”<br>Behind the CSM the first of the civilian passengers were approaching them.<br><br>The CSM puts his hand on Cian’s shoulder.<br>&nbsp;“Let’s go sir it’s been a long day”<br>Yes Sergeant Major it has” Cian says dejectedly resolving himself to what lie around the corner.&nbsp; &nbsp;The two walked slowly through the gate into the passenger terminal.<br>&nbsp;<br>Cian was almost afraid to look out in the strange sea of faces instead he looked for a way around the throng.&nbsp; Something caught the corner of his eye. <br>He turns and sees her standing there.<br>He blinks not sure of himself,&nbsp; he runs to her wrapping his arms around her.&nbsp; The scent of soap in her hair the warmth of her body…the tears welled up in his eyes and began to stream down his face.&nbsp; She had come to meet him after-all.<br>The CSM was likewise in a sea of his own family… his wife daughter granddaughter were all there.&nbsp; <br>CSM hill casts a sidelong glance<br>.<br>“SOB he was shooting us all straight...Well done Sir “&nbsp; The CSM thought approvingly.<br><br>“Well Done”
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				Title: <strong>Re: At Your Orders</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:50:43</strong>
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				Zandra wiped her hands on her jeans for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. She should not be feeling this surge of nervousness in her veins. What she should feel was anger or even betrayal at being left behind. Hell, why was she even here in the first place? There were files back at her place that needed her attention. A dog that needed to get its first shots. The dog she bought a few weeks after her father's death as a way to get through the pain and have someone around her house. If Cian was here, he might have been the one she went to for comfort but she put her effort into keeping her life together. A life which had a dog in it. Still, her friends wondered why she cancelled girls' night out to 'finish her thesis' as she explained her reasons for getting out of the weekly get together; really, she wanted out to make it to the airport&nbsp; What she should be doing and what was she was doing were two completely different things. <br><br>Right now, she was anxious as can be to see Cian. The two of them needed to talk long and hard, her mind faltered at 'long and hard'. Just thinking of those two words connected by the 'and' brought back swift and hungry memories of the week spent in the hotel room. The way his hands were on her body, the twords she said in bed and even the acts she had done with him in and out of the bed. Never could she glance at a vanity table without the memory of her being pushed against the mirror, legs spread wide and Cian having his way with her. Every time she thought of the sordid image her cheeks bloomed like a vase of roses. It embarassed her but let Zandra realize whatever was going on between them even over the span of thirteen months needed to be discussed. She knew not if his military background allowed him the privilege to be opened to her but she needed what she had to say off of her chest. Whether this time together or even if he wanted to spend this time together was given, sooner or later this charade of a marriage had to come down.<br><br>By come down, Zandra needed to know if this was a horrible mistake or something worth the chance to stay for; something worth the time and effort. However, to be married to a military man was anything but ordinary. She heard stories about military men cheating on their spouses or girlfriends while away and even the women themselves trying to find their comfort in the arms of other men. For her, she thought about the ramifications of cheating on Cian and found herself unable to go through with the physical part of cheating. Yes, men and women flirted with her. Of course, a few propositioned or even asked her out on dates. Once or twice she let herself be showered with compliments because it felt great to be wanted by another. Did Cian ever warn her how hard it would be to know she was married on paper but never truly feel it in her soul? There was a ring on her finger but the last time she wore the golden band was the day he slipped it on her hand when the two said their vows to the justice of the peace. Thirteen months ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"They here! Daddy here!," screamed a four year old girl as she pulled on her mother's skirt. Zandra tried to keep her distance from the rest of the families not knowing how she fit into their world. These women were a lot stronger than her to settle down with a man who put his life on the line and left his wife and kids to keep this country strong. She gave her damn hat off to these women but never could she see herself become one of these military wives. There was the fear of losing her identity and her life because she had to live the life of a man who she knew nothing about but felt could turn her world upside down. It was not until she felt eyes on her Zandra glances up to see him. See, Cian. While she has these doubts in her head, they fall by the wayside for the moment and she went into his arms. To hold him in her arms after all this time felt like a dream come true. The only words that fell from her lips and felt was appropriate was, "Welcome home, husband."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: At Your Orders</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:03:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">Cian’s one notable shortfall was he was so passionate about life; actually to a fault really, since most close to him might admit that if pressed.&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">That would come from his mother’s Italian side of the family along with his looks but he had his father’s Irish temper as well, not that Italians weren’t temperamental of course.&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">The combinations of the two though were enough to color his personality enough that he had to mask it at least when it came to affairs of the heart or of the flesh.&nbsp; </span></span>There were some that could tolerate his intensity but none could throw it back at him with the same velocity and veracity than Zandra.&nbsp; In Cian’s eyes this lady embodied a life force that had no equal.&nbsp; Perhaps they intertwined physically before they wrapped around each other emotionally but to Cian that time together was nothing but pure unadulterated emotion, least his&nbsp; body led him in that direction.&nbsp; The things she did to him and allowed him to do to her in that week fueled his spirit and when it came time for the two to part company, he felt as though he was leaving part of his soul behind him.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">The brutal reality was he had never met a woman so embodied with passion, drive, looks and ability, who could so easily keep pace with his own intensities, besides being gifted with a body most men dream about.&nbsp; </span></span>Cian knew she was special in so many ways.&nbsp; The way they connected physically was no accident.<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">Zandra was his sole inspiration when he was physically exhausted and alone in his thoughts, those moments of weakness when fatigue gnawed at him and bowed him.&nbsp; </span></span>Cian had no portals, no means of venting his thoughts and emotions.&nbsp; He needed to be strong for those who depended on him to keep a clear head when the shit hit the fan and lives were on the line.&nbsp; He couldn’t share his fears or angers with his parents and sadly not with his incommunicado wife but he tried too.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">Leadership had its own rewards but there were those lingering moments of self doubt and self remorse that Cian had to bottle it up.&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">He had written her letters, more than one in fact.&nbsp; </span></span>Some were downright graphically pornographic, most however were love letters of a sort.&nbsp; Him pouring his heart and soul out to her exposing himself in a way he had never done with anyone before in his time on this earth.<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">Zandra would have seen them if he came home in a body bag.&nbsp; </span></span>Someday perhaps he would share them since he never sent them.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">But now that was all ancient history</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">She had met him at the airport after all.&nbsp; </span></span>When he thought he was alone in the world she had found him and now he clung to her for dear life not wanting this singular moment of bliss to ever end. <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">Cian cried like a baby as he wrapped his arms around her.&nbsp; </span></span>He needed to purge so many emotions he had kept bottled up deep inside.&nbsp; So many things that needed to be said and went unsaid, Cian was so afraid she wouldn’t be there and now she was and he couldn’t hold it in anymore.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">As he held on to her he had a funny thought.&nbsp; </span></span>Would they need to get a hotel room?&nbsp; When Cian deployed he put what little belongings he had into storage he so now had no home to speak of and though this lovely creature had called him her husband he had no clue where his wife lived? Or if he was he even welcomed there?<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">The fact she was here was a sure sign but would she think to take him to her home as well?</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">It was a fleeting thought because right now all he wanted to do was hold her close.</span></span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: calibri;" class="bbc_font">The rest of the world could go screw itself.</span></span>
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