1 comments/ 3035 views/ 0 favorites Remembrance By: Purr_Alaina (This is a true account of my life since I lost one of the most important people in my life!) * I have to say that sometimes, I just find myself bursting into tears. I can't help it. Something will happen or I'll hear something and it will just remind me of you. If I am on my own, I just let the tears fall - letting my mind run over why I am crying. It is more difficult if I am with company, I have to look away or pretend that there is something caught in my eye. It has been 18 months since I lost you, but the pain is always there, just beneath the surface. It is supposed to get easier, but I am not so sure. Certain dates are worse than others. My birthday, the first without you, only 8 days after you went away. Waking up in the morning to find that the usual card was not there. You always found the most ridiculous and corniest cards. But I loved them because they came from you. You were cremated 4 days later. The eulogy that the Vicar read made me laugh. He had come around a few days previous to write it with me. Bits of your life that I would remember forever. There wasn't many there at the service, but those that were, were there because they loved you as much as I did. I chose the music for the service, songs that you would never had listened to, but were appropriate - "Karma Chameleon" by Culture Club was definitely anything but. You hated that song, but it was the only song I could associate with you. I can never listen to the songs I chose and Karma Chameleon again without thinking of you now. On Christmas morning, just over 4 months had gone by, I found myself breaking out into tears over the beef joint. Oh, the beef was fine, but the reality that I was to be celebrating without you just hit me - Wham! - there had been no awkward shopping trips to try and figure out what to get you, no last minutes stops at the supermarket to pick up that one food item that I knew you would want and no corny Christmas card either. The following year passed quickly. I made certain that I booked certain dates off of work - your birthday and the first anniversary of your passing. I knew I would never be able to remain calm and collected. A couple of colleagues questioned my days off, asking why I was taking what seemed like random days off. At first I ignored their questions, but they kept on & on until I told them. I don't think most of them had ever become so quiet as they did then. But I needed my privacy to grieve. The second Christmas was not as hard, I made sure to remember the best things about you and remind myself, that wherever you are, you will always be watching over me In the early days I used to be angry at you. You had gone and left me and I didn't know why or what to do. Things had gone unsaid and I never got the real chance to say goodbye. That was my biggest regret, not being by your side so I could tell you that I loved you and that I would always miss you. I knew that your passing was a blessing. You were now free from pain and suffering. No longer would you have to put up with my nagging you to eat something or with the endless stream of Doctors and tests. So this is my way of remembering one of the most important people in my life - My Daddy. One of my first memories is of being a young child and being carried in your arms downstairs after I had woken up because of a bad dream. You were always the one person who I could turn to and get a hug from, even if there was no reason to do so. I was your only daughter and you did your best to raise me after you and mum divorced. I went without a few luxuries, but I never needed more than what you gave me. We had our arguments, what teenager hasn't with their parents? But they were never that serious. I grew up with more freedom than most, you allowed me to learn about the world, knowing that I would always have you to turn to if things went wrong. Silly things remind me of you. Thunderbirds being one of them. Coming home from school and cuddling with you on the settee as we watched the Tracy family foil countless plots and mount near impossible rescues. The same goes for Stingray, Captain Scarlet and the original series of Star Trek! We both loved the old TV programmes and could sit for hours just watching them. Most of the time I would fall asleep, my head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat was always so comforting. I cry when I remember that I will never be able to do that again. Even though I am 24, there are always times when I need to feel your arms around me and the rhythmic beating of your heart in my ear. I know that you will never be coming back and it would have been cruel to wish you to live longer, suffering as you did, but at times I can not help it. I no longer feel angry at you for dying, my hatred has now turned towards your killer. I don't know the percentages, but I know that too many people die because of it. Cancer. I always go through the "what ifs..." - What if we had caught it sooner? What if we had tried a different treatment? What if...? What if...? Nothing will ever change what has happened but I can say that I always do my best to prevent others from having to suffer as you did. And as I am. That is all I can do. That and remember you every day and hope that in the future, once I marry and have children, that they have a Daddy as brilliant as their Grandfather was to me. I love you Daddy! XXXX ~ In remembrance of Alan S, July 1945 - August 2007 ~ Remembrance Author's Note: As usual, lots of talking before the sex between two consenting people of legal age. There's some French but knowing it is not essential to the story and, because I'm drawing on half-remembered high school classes anyway, it's probably not terribly accurate. I hope people find this story sexy, respectful and that everyone who served their country gets a similar treat one day. 2005: It was the day after Halloween when Danielle Mackenzie walked through the Maple Valley retirement community, clutching a small tin in her arm. Danielle had lived nearby all of her life and had driven past the sign proclaiming "Welcome to Maple Valley Oaks." hundreds if not thousands of times but, as she realized as the security guard waved her through the gates, this was the first time in her life actually stepping onto the property. It was nothing like what she'd expected. She'd expected basically one big, hospital looking building. Not a winding road leading her past 15 or so little Bungalows and dotted with gardens and trees. It just looked like an odd little gated neighbourhood. It was unusually mild for a Canadian November, so she'd walked from her parents house and hadn't even had to wear a jacket. The loose necked black sweater and jeans she had on had even made her a little warm, she noted, as the road led past the last of the bungalows to what appeared to a large, recreation centre. However the sign outside of it did say "Maple Valley Administration Offices and Community Centre" so she knew she'd found her destination. The glass doors were heavy and she strained ever so slightly to open them before walking inside, finding a red-headed, heavy set woman behind what what looked like some sort of reception desk. The receptionist looked up as the door shut softly behind her and gave Danielle an inviting smile. "May I help you, dear?" She asked sweetly. Danielle gave her a weak smile back as she approached the desk. "I'm Danielle Mackenzie." She said cheerily "Well, hello Danielle." She smiled again "What may I do for you?" Danielle frowned. She thought they'd be expecting her. "I'm from Richmond?" She said, in reference to her high school "I called about volunteering?" That did get a look of recognition from the receptionist, recognition leading to a little embarrassment. "Oh goodness, did I tell you to come in today?" Danielle nodded. The receptionist continued. "I'm sorry dear, I couldn't have told you a worse day. There was a organized trip and everyone left for the weekend," She said before adding unnecessarily "At the Casino of course." Danielle frowned a little. She'd wanted to get started today. They'd had a half day of school because of a teacher's conference and Danielle had thought she not only could have gotten started today but could have put quite a bit of time in. "The confusion is my fault, I'm afraid, but we don't get many volunteers here." The receptionist said in her defense "We're not exactly a charity." "No, but they said it'd be alright if I helped out." Danielle said, worried she'd have to volunteer somewhere else. "Oh it is, it is, darling." She said to assure her "It's just that there's not too much to do with all of the, oh that's right." Danielle was confused. "You know Danielle, not all of our residents have gone. Mr. Keith is around. He came in for lunch and then he went to the community room. So you can probably still catch him and see how he's doing. Watch yourself though, he's a bit of a charmer." She added with a smile "The community room?" Danielle asked, paying no mind at all to the warning. "Down the hall and to your left." The receptionist added. Danielle thanked her and nodded before taking off down the hall. The community centre was, Danielle noted, as different from her expectations as the rest of the place had been. It was tastefully decorated and done up like a lodge. It had a warm, lived in feeling as opposed to the austere, sterile environment she'd been expecting. After a few minutes of looking, Danielle found the door labelled "Community Room" and saw that this too was not as she expected. There were plush chairs assembled around a flat-screen TV and what looked like fancy card tables and on some sort of stereo system was some fairly up-beat jazz piano. To her dismay, though, Danielle did not see anyone else in the room. So it was when she heard the voice, it startled her a second. "And, who exactly, may you be." Came the pleasant male tones. Danielle looked around and saw, in the corner, was an grey haired man sitting alone, a book in hand. Danielle smiled and approached him. "I'm Danielle, I'm volunteering here." She said finally, happy that she'd found Mr. Keith. He nodded and closed his book, making sure to save his page. "And, what, exactly are you volunteering to do?" He asked, clearly amused by the idea. Danielle stood and thought about it for a second. "I have no idea." She admitted with a laugh, but she pointed to the tin she was carrying "But I made brownies." "Well, then, Danielle, you are going to have to sit with me a while and let me try them." The man stood up from his chair, placing his book on the table beside him. She got a better look at him as he moved towards her. He was tall and broadchested, probably 6'2 or so, with a fairly thick head of grey hair that was neatly combed and thick eyebrows. His eyes were brown, behind very thin-framed glasses that he quickly removed and tucked into the breast pocket of his suit jacket as he walked towards her. His skin was creased but still a healthy tan and his movements were in no way frail or feeble. She opened the tin as he approached and he stuck his hand inside, removing one of the dark chocolate treats. He gave her a warm smile. "You really do look like her, don't you?" He said, somewhat in amazement. "I look like who?" She asked, puzzled. "That little French blonde. What was her name. The actress." He continued, his eyes looking at hers but his memory clearly going back some time before remembering. "Bardot, that's it. Brigitte Bardot." This was true. "I don't know who that is, I'm afraid." She said apologetically. "Is it a good thing to look like her?" "It's not a bad thing, that's for sure. And you are just a dead-ringer for her." He said, taking a bite of the brownie. Danielle smiled. Even if she didn't know it, what he'd said had been true. Danielle was short, with long, rich sandy blonde hair, big, expressive, almond shaped eyes and full, soft lips. When Danielle googled the actress later that evening, she'd have to admit that the older gentleman was right. Still, she knew how to take a compliment. "Flatterie?" She said, her cheery tone going softer and her language going from English to French, hoping she'd better approximate the woman she'd just been compared to "Je vais rougirai, M'sieur." She received an encouraging smile for her efforts. "Careful, look like that and talk like that around any fella old enough to remember her and you'll have coronaries on your hands." He said, taking another bite. Danielle laughed at this. The woman at the desk was right. He was a charmer. Danielle smiled as she looked up at him, imagining for a second what he must have looked like when he had been a younger man. He must have been something. Heck, he still was something. This was interrupted by his extending his hand to her. "Name's Jack." "Enchante" She continued. "Well, Miss. I am the only one here I'm sorry to say." He said, finishing the brownie. "I'm sorry. I can leave you to your book." "I'll spend some time with a pretty girl over a book anyday." He shook his head "So what do you say we get out a deck of cards and play a little something and I will do my very best to eat the rest of your delicious brownies." "You're on." Danielle nodded and putting her arm in hers as he extended it to her gentlemanly. They walked to the nearest of the card tables and, true to form, Jack pulled Danielle's chair out for her before sitting down himself. He removed a pack of cards from a drawer and began shuffling them with impressive dexterity. "So Danielle Mackenzie," He asked as he shuffled, carefully examining her "Doesn't sound very French." "I'm not." She said with a little shake of her head. "My Mom's Quebecois though and my grandma and grandpa are French. Or Belgian really but they spoke French. So I know some. I probably got that bit wrong though." "Belgium, huh? Explains how good the Brownies are." He said as he shuffled, getting another smile from her. "God, I always forget the name of the village. Zee-brugg? Something like that." She said, embarrassed. "Zeebrugges?" He said "That's it." She said, pleased "Are you from there too?" "No." He shook his head. "But I did some sight-seeing there in my younger days." "Backpacking through Europe, that kind of thing?" She asked innocently as she grabbed her own brownie and took a little bite. They were good. Her Grandma's recipe. Jack just nodded a little. "Something like that." "I'm hoping to do that, after first year." She said, taking another bite "So, Danielle" He said, changing the subject "What brings you here?" "To Volunteer, I told you." "But why here? Why not a soup kitchen or a place where they'd really need you? Why a place where we pay a pretty penny so that they always have staff around." His tone was more curious than anything. Still, Danielle was kind of dreading it. "God, you'll think I'm the worst person of all time if I tell you." She said, bringing her hand to her lip to try and catch a stray crumb that had fallen. "I won't, trust me. Know Gin Rummy?" He asked as he began dealing. She did and nodded, it being a game her mother had taught her when she was young. She bit her lip a little before telling him the truth. "Well, my school decided that in order to graduate with honors we needed 100 hours of community service and this place....is right near my house." She admitted, feeling ashamed. Most of her classmates had left the affluent suburbs to do something slightly more noble in the city. Jack just smiled as he kept handing out cards. "Well, that'll just be my gain I suppose." He said, finishing his deal "How old are you?" "How old do you think I am?" She asked coyly, picking up her cards and beginning to arrange them. "20? 21?" He shrugged, doing the same with his own cards "Bless your heart." She said, looking flattered "No, I just turned 18 a couple months ago. Last semester over at Richmond." "So young." He shook his head, giving her another smile before drawing a card and discarding it next to the deck. "So University is just around the corner, huh? Get in somewhere good?" "Queen's." She nodded, drawing a card and keeping it, putting another onto the pile "What subject?" "Just got into general." She said "Not ready to declare anything yet." "Good for you." He said, grabbing another card "No need to rush anything. Try everything, find something you like and then devote yourself to it." Danielle nodded. That was her way of thinking. Her parents had wanted her to choose something right away. "That's how I saw it anyway." She said drawing a card that completed a run "How come you didn't go to the Casino, Mr. Keith?" "Not much for gambling or drinking or smoking. Never have been." He shrugged "And that's all that lot do when they go down there. That and see some musical act who wasn't any good back when they were popular." "Clean living, huh?" She asked "Keeps me young," He smiled "If you don't mind me asking..." "I asked you, and it's more impolite with a lady." He said, anticipating the question. "80 next Tuesday." Danielle was shocked. She'd pegged him for being at least 10 years younger. "You don't look it." She said, amazed. "I thought I was flattering you, here." He smiled, drawing a card he liked. It was about this moment that Danielle noticed, on Jack's lapel jacket, was the traditional November red Poppy pin. The symbol of the upcoming Remembrance Day, honoring Canada's war vets. Danielle always got one when she could, even paying extra for it, and always wore one the entire month. Her grandmother and mother insisted upon it, would chastise her for not wearing one. But she hadn't passed any of the people selling one yet. It was then that a snippet of their earlier conversation flashed through her head. She hadn't thought of it because she didn't think he looked old enough but in retrospect it made her feel like such an idiot. "Wait, were you were in the Army?" She asked, almost hoping the answer was no so she wouldn't look so dumb. "Royal Winnipeg Rifles" He nodded, taking and discarding again. "So when you said you went backpacking through Europe..." "I meant that it was a very heavy pack." He chuckled "And the local tourism board was not terribly helpful." Danielle couldn't have felt any more embarrassed. God, she'd even said she wanted to do it too. He caught the look and just laughed. "Don't worry about it. No way to know." He assured her. "But, I mean, god, I feel so dumb." Danielle said truthfully. The reason her Mother's family had come to Canada, the reason they were so insistent on the tradition, was that the Canadian army had done so much to free Belgium. She'd listened to her Grandmother's stories about living under Occupation so many times and she'd finally met someone who'd helped to do it and....just ugh. "Don't." He shrugged "But I do know about it, you know? I know what you guys did and much you all sacrificed is and what a hero you are." Danielle said, wanting to make sure he didn't think she was ignorant of the actual conflict, just that she didn't know he'd served. He shook his head a little at that last part though. "Just doing my job because I thought it was right. No more, no less." He said plainly. "But, I mean..." "Some of the guys who got hurt or who didn't come back?" He said, pausing momentarily in thought "Yeah, what you said applies to them. Me? I was just a dumb kid who had good enough NCO's around him to make sure he didn't get it bad. Jeez, I was younger than you when I joined up. Right off the farm and weighing maybe a buck-fifty if I was lucky. Not exactly hero material." Danielle couldn't believe it. She couldn't imagine a boy in her class, or younger even, doing anything like that. And then being nonchalant about it later. Most of those idiots would post how awesome they were on Facebook if some girl let them get to second base. "But you beat the Nazi's, I mean...." "Eh, perspective though." Jack corrected her as he picked up another card "Most of them were just the German version of what I was. A young kid serving his country. The real bad guys were back home, calling the shots. Just like usual." Danielle was just amazed. She'd never had a conversation with someone who'd done what Jack had done. She couldn't help it, she wanted to know more and pressed on in the conversation. "So were you in Belgium the whole time?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't mind talking about it. If he did, he gave no indication of it. "Nope. Landed with the 3rd on Juno Beach, so Normandy first." He said. Danielle did have some frame of reference for that. "So...like the opening to Saving Private Ryan?" Danielle said, realizing how dumb it sounded as it was leaving her lips. "Didn't see it. But I think that was about the Americans at Omaha, wasn't it?" He corrected before shrugging "Some of the guys at the hall said they did an ok job getting the general point across though." Danielle just nodded, unsure of what to say and not sound ridiculous. He continued, though, as their game went on. "So then through France, which was a mess, and liberate bits of Belgium and that's that more or less. Spending some time in a hospital after I got pneumonia because it was so damn cold was the closest thing I came to an injury and by the time that had cleared up I was done." He smiled at her again "And let me tell you some of those Belgian nurses were just about the prettiest things I have ever seen in my life. It's nice to see that they passed that on at least. Makes the whole thing feel worthwhile." He said that with a wink, again making Danielle blush. "Any of them in particular?" Danielle wanting to be slightly risque as well. "There was one who seemed sweet on me for a bit. But nothing happened, I remain sad to say. Too sick for the most part and the damned doctors were so strict with all of them. You couldn't get a moment alone even if they did like you. Not that I'd have really known what to do with them if I'd made any time with them." Jack sighed "Still, if I could go back for a day, that's where I might go, if even just to hear her soft little accent, even if it was just to tell Corporal Keith to leave her alone while she changed my dressing." "So what then?" "Then it was over. Came back home. Went to school to be an Engineer. Got married. Raised a few daughters." Jack shrugged "Your wife?" Danielle asked, noticing the wedding ring "Did she go to the Casino?" For the first time, even when discussing the war, Jack gave a pained grimace. "Passed back in '98 I'm afraid." "I'm so sorry." Danielle said, again feeling embarrassed. Jack smiled though, "Yeah. You'd have liked Mary. Real brassy, funny broad." He smiled some more. "Anyways, my daughters, all loud Irish broads themselves, all wanted me to move closer to the city and I didn't care enough to argue so I find this place where I've got an actual house and this place has an actual restaurant in it that's pretty good and I can see the grandkids from time to time and one time even a gorgeous blonde girl came by with a tin of brownies. So not too bad." Danielle smiled, brushing her hair from her face as she did so. "But listen to me, I've been talking about myself all day." Jack said, drawing a card. "How about you? What's the name of the boy lucky enough to call you his girl?" Danielle sighed. Now it was her turn for some bad memories. "Ugh, nobody." "Now that, Danielle, is something I refuse to believe." "It was Alex." She said, emphasizing the past-tense. "But he decided that with both of us going to different schools in the fall he didn't want to be too serious and...well, he's a jerk anyway and not my concern any more." Jack laughed as she abruptly switched stream mid-complaint. "Well let me tell you Danielle, I guarantee that Alex the Jerk is going to spend many a day in his life ruefully regretting the fact that he let you slip away." "I hope so." Jack looked at her warmly for a second. "But he made a good decision in the end. You don't want to be too serious at your age. Have fun. Meet new people. A girl like you will have guys fighting each other for you whenever you do want to settle on one that now is when you should be out there. Trust me, I was married for almost 50 years. It's great, it is, but the best times are at the beginning. When you're doing something you shouldn't do, that you could get busted for. That's why I still think about those nurses. How we'd both have been in trouble if we had gotten up to anything and been found out, that's living kid. The rest of it can wait." Danielle nodded. She'd been told that by her parents and friends and family as well but coming from Jack it sounded truer. She nodded. The two finished their game and played another and another. Until it was near 5 O'clock when Danielle had promised to be home. She'd been enjoying the evening so much that she didn't even notice it when her frustrated mother called her to complain. "I have to go Jack, I'm sorry." Danielle said, excusing herself as she got up from the table. Jack got up with her. "Do you need a ride home?" He asked "It's getting a little dark out." Remembrance Danielle smiled again. He was such a gentleman. "I live just 10 minutes away." She said "I'll be fine." "Well, be careful, doll." Jack nodded "Think you'll be back to finish those hours soon?" "I just might." She said, feeling a little ashamed that she'd had such a good time and was doing it for somewhat selfish reasons. "Well, I'm in here every day for lunch around noon." He said warmly. She leaned in to hug him, something that caught him by surprise but that he warmly accepted. It was a tight little hug that tried to say how much she'd liked meeting him and how much she appreciated everything he'd done for her and her family. The hug broke and Danielle waived goodbye and turned. She hadn't thought much of it at the time and gave no indication of it during the hug but as Danielle walked out, waving goodbye to the receptionist as well, she couldn't help but smile. There had been an unmistakable hardness that nudged her stomach during their hug. Hey really had liked her. Even late that night, in bed, she thought about it. Everything he'd done for her and how smitten he seemed to be with her. And Danielle thought about him and all he'd said and done for her family and an idea came to mind. One she at first dismissed as silly and weird but one that stuck with her, keeping her up. One she soon decided was not silly or weird but exactly what she was going to do tomorrow. It would involve cutting school and doing a little shopping and research in the morning but one that she absolutely was going to do. She got up from her bed and went to her computer, beginning her preparation. The next day Danielle walked past the guard at the gate again and he waved her through. It was a slightly colder day and Danielle had on a long, black, woolen winter's coat bundled tight against her. She made the same walk to the big central building. The same receptionist was working at the desk and gave her the same friendly hello. "Back so soon? Must really want those hours" She smiled. Danielle just smiled back. "I love your hair like that by the way." Danielle smiled. Her blonde locks no longer hung down to the middle of her back as they'd done the day before, instead they were pulled behind her head in a soft bun. "He's in the same place, as always." The receptionist gestured, "So nice of you to keep him company when everyone else is gone." Danielle smiled again and made her way back to the room. As soon as she was out of sight of the receptionist, Danielle reached into her pocket and produced a small white hat. She placed it over her bun and removed her coat entirely. Underneath was a crisp, fresh linen Nurses uniform. Halloween had just ended so she'd gotten a good rental price on it, even though she had to go to several costume shops to find a nurses costume that wasn't particularly slutty. The skirt hung down past her knees and below that was white stockings and flats. The top was loose, only letting her ample curves have even the slightest shape beneath it. Despite the beautiful girl wearing the get-up it wouldn't have struck many people as being a particularly sexy ensemble but it was as close to the pictures she'd found as she could get. She walked into the Community room and there was Jack, sitting in the same seat. He looked up to her as she entered and his eyes bulged before he laughed. "Jesus, kid, what do you think you're doing?" He asked as he put his book down. Danielle walked up to him hurriedly. "Shhhh, Corporal" She said, easily transforming her voice into the soft, French accent of her Grandmother. "Docteur Laurent will be making his rounds any minute now and I had to see you before you were released tomorrow." "Come to tease an old man, because..." Danielle walked towards him and leaned over him as he sat back in his chair. "Shhh, Jack." She said. Danielle had heard her grandmother use her heavily accented voice to speak English her entire life and certain things, like using the soft J in his name so as to almost pronounce it like Jacques, were ones she assumed would have been universal. She leaned into him and whispered "I simply wanted to do some thing to say merci for what you've done for my nation." As she did that, Danielle's hand reached between his legs, and began lightly stroking the erection that she could already see creating a bulge along his thigh. It felt impressive and, she was pleased to say, already quite hard. Jack just looked at her for a few seconds. "Kid, your 18." He said, although, he made no attempt to stop her. "But so are you, non?" Danielle whispered cheerfully "A l'hopital en Belgique. And with your own bravery at such an age, surely I, at the same age, can do something like this to express my gratitude." "You don't have to do this, you know?" He said, stiffening both in his chair and in Danielle's hand "Mmmm, I know." Danielle moaned "But I want to, Corporal. So very, very much." "I've died and gone to heaven." Jack said, apparently needing no further convincing. "Au contraire." Danielle said as she lightly squeezed the now fully stiff cock in her hand "You seem very alive to me. And definitely strong enough to do what I wanted to do since you were first brought to us." "And that is?" Jack asked, hopefully, his hand coming up to rest on Danielle's firm backside. In response to his question she simply giggled and leaned in towards his mouth, giving him a soft and tender kiss, before pulling back and removing the pins in her hair, letting her very much 40's ish hair down around her shoulders before getting on her knees in front of him, her hands going to his zipper. "What if they catch you?" Jack asked, for a second making Danielle question whether he was referring to the retirement community staff or the fictional Dr. Laurent. Either way, her answer was the same. "Then I would be in big trouble, oui, and so would you." She said, looking up at him with those big, almond, honey coloured eyes full of mischief while her hand again grasped the large, thick cock in his pants. "But I simply cannot help myself, Jack." After a little ministration, Jack's cock came into view. Much to Danielle's interest, like the rest of him it looked younger than she'd thought it would. Slightly longer than Alex's had been but much, much thicker and as hard as possible. Jack gave her one last look of doubt and then, seemingly, all reservations washed away. "I had you pegged as too good a girl to do something like this." He smiled as she resumed idly stroking him. Danielle looked up to him with a wicked smile. "Verteux, moi?" She said with a giggle as she leaned in to him "Mais non." "Je suis tres," She licked around the head of his cock, causing him to groan "Tres," Another lick, letting her saliva coat the head "Mechante" She completed, enveloping the thick head of his cock into her mouth completely. Jack groaned again. He knew where he was, knew what he was doing, but the ruse was good enough to let get lost in the moment and believe he was a young soldier in Europe and, between his legs, sucking on him was a pretty, young, blonde, Belgian nurse. He simply leaned back and enjoyed. Danielle was not the most experienced in the world at what she was doing, and his size was making it somewhat of a challenge, but it was not her first time and she was doing more than adequately, slow bobs of her head down his shaft before letting her tongue run all over his head while her hand stroked. She didn't mind going slow and Jack was inclined to let her. He'd waited a long, long time for this. Danielle seemingly was inclined to get every possible inch of his cock good and wet. She couldn't take the whole thing inside her so she occasionally would lift it slightly and let her tongue run all the way up and down both the top and bottom of his shaft. Soon it was a very slick, very stiff cock she was sucking on, getting as much into her mouth as she could with every bob. It had been a long time since Jack's last blowjob and he felt himself close to getting there. He wasn't sure if Danielle wanted him to finish in her mouth so he tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm going to get there." He choked out, clearly trying to contain himself. Danielle slowed down. In fact, she came to a complete stop. She removed the heavy cock from her lips and stood back up. Jack was disappointed but understood. Lots of girls didn't like it in their mouths. But he'd misunderstood Danielle's intentions, something that became clear when she started hiking up her skirt. Underneath was her stockings, clipped to a lacy white garter belt, and lacy white panties in addition. This was not, Danielle knew, particularly authentic to the period or the situation but the look on Jack's face told her what she'd expected, that this was an anachronism they'd both let slide. "You sure?" Jack said, knowing what she was getting up to. Danielle nodded as she slid the panties down over her hips and stepping out of them, revealing herself to him, only a small patch of neatly trimmed blonde curls above her pussy. "Tout a fait." She said as she straddled him. She looked down into Jack's eyes and gave him another tender kiss and giggle as she sank down onto him, letting that big cockhead part her lips. She sighed as he groaned. She'd seen his size but hadn't expected it to feel as thick as he did. Jack also moaned. She was wet, hot and as tight as anything Jack could remember feeling. Danielle was wet. There was something so good about what she was doing but knew the taboo of it and the danger of being caught. It turned her on to a surprising degree. She began rocking her hips, her hands coming up to the buttons on the uniform's top. "Yes, yes." She moaned as the buttons came undone and the shirt fell away. Danielle's breasts were somewhat on the large size for a girl her size and in a bra to match the rest of what she'd worn underneath the bulky uniform. She kept rocking on him, kept taking more and more of his cock inside her, kept groaning as she undid the last of the buttons on her uniform, letting it fall away completely. She kept her eyes locked onto his as she lowered one bra strap, then the other, before reaching behind her to undo it at the back. It fell away from her too. Her teardrop shaped breasts sat high on her chest, capped with two extremely stiff, small pink nipples. When Danielle felt his large, strong hands grope at them she moaned, feeling the nipples spike his palm. She'd really enjoyed the idea of her plan, had liked watching Jack's face brighten. She had not expected to get this turned on. To be this into it. She brushed some stray strands of hair from her face as she picked up speed in her rocking. She had planned not to go too hard, she didn't know what Jack would be up for, but to her surprise soon into their coupling it was Jack doing most of the work. His hands were gripping her tight butt, lifting her off and onto him hard, fucking her as hard as she was fucking him. "Oh....Jack." She moaned, not dropping the accent even though she was starting to feel her pleasure building, a kind she'd never experienced previously. Jack was an expert, knowing what to do with his cock and hands and mouth, currently kissing and bitting at her ear, and not letting up for a second, displaying no signs of age or weakness. Danielle didn't know what French speakers said during sex and that was a question she certainly wouldn't have asked her grandmother so she simply sighed and cooed and moaned as she felt his thick, hard cock pushing deeper and spreading her wider than she'd ever been. As she lost herself in the sex, she lost herself in her fantasy too. She was in Belgium, there was a terrible war nearing an end and she was rewarding a young man who'd risked so much for her freedom. That she was in Canada, the war long over and the man far older than her did not intrude on this as she felt herself losing control, felt her leg start to shake, felt her hips buck and her insides clench like a fist before bursting. "Oh...ohhhh....." Was all that left her lips, and that a whisper, as she came. As she felt him cumming as well. Jack's cock roared to life and burst inside her, his own groans muffled by biting down on her shoulder. Danielle rode him as best she could as he filled her with his cum, trying to prolong the experience. But it was only a few more thrusts and then he was done. Spent. Breathing heavy and gripping her young frame close to his. The two lovers came to a slow grinding halt. Jack chuckling a bit as Danielle sighed contentedly. Six months later Jack and Danielle sat at the card table, a familiar game of Gin Rummy going on between them. Danielle had long since completed her community service requirement but still came by from time to time. Their meetings were less intimate now, however, as most days the room was filled with some of the other residents of Maple Valley and Danielle, true to the spirit of her community service, had spent time with each of them. Most of them were nice, a little younger than Jack. The women would fuss over how pretty she was and the men would make flirty remarks and Danielle enjoyed hearing all of their stories and learning about them. She'd remained closest with Jack though. Even though they'd never repeated what they'd done that one day they still spent as much time as they could together. Jack never even brought it up, still the same gentleman he was on that very first day. She'd even met one of his daughters and granddaughters, a redhead only a few years older than she was, and gotten along great with each other, exchanging numbers and promising to call. But now it was June. And she was going away for the summer before school in the fall. "So you're off tomorrow for....what is it?" He asked as he picked up a card. "Port Dover. My folks rent a place there every summer. Made a big deal about this being the last one before I'm gone." Jack nodded. "They're right. Take it from someone who misses being a kid and a parent in that situation." Jack said, discarding another. "Should enjoy these moments." Danielle nodded. "I will. But I'll miss all of you guys." "That happens." He agreed "You meet people, get to know 'em, like 'em and then you miss them. Just the way it goes. Trick is to make sure you get the most of the moments you have." Danielle nodded. Then thought for a second, then looked up at him and smiled as she dropped back into her soft, French accent. "You know, Corporal. I couldn't help but notice all of the little farmhouses along the way. Surely you must know of one where the two of us could be safe and warm for the next few hours." If Jack heard her, or understood her intentions, he didn't show it. He drew another card, rearranged it carefully and then discarded one, face down, declaring Gin. "Dang." Danielle said, looking at her own hand. He'd win a lot of points. He looked up at her and smiled, before getting up and offering his hand to her. "Allons-y." He said as she took his hand. The end