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The Boys in Blue Ch. 01

By: RobinLane



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The Harrier was dying.

Shrapnel from a rocket propelled grenade had entered the inlet of the Rolls Royce Pegasus engine and broken a turbine blade, starting a chain reaction breaking further blades, the jet engine was tearing it self to pieces.

Warning lights and audible sirens were filling the cockpit.

A moment off panic had passed through him before cold reasoning kicked in. He managed to bank the aircraft back over the Green Zone and estimated that he had three or four minutes left before either the engine exploded or the aircraft fell out of the sky.

Time seemed to slow down as he evaluated his options. There were two choices: he could eject now, but the men trapped down in the wadi would die. Or.... The aircraft was as good as dead, but it was still a weapon. I've got one last card to play, he thought. 

He toggled the transmit button of the radio, "Delta-Papa-3-2 this is Blackbird-2, advise the men to keep their heads down below the wadi wall, but be ready to pull back fast, good luck, Blackbird-2 out." 

The decision made; he centred the nose of the Harrier, fighting the unresponsive flight controls, putting the aircraft into a shallow dive to build up air speed.

As he flashed over the wadi, he ejected.

******

Flight Lieutenant Robert Barlow was returning from a mission in company with Blackbird-9, flown by Pilot Officer Tom Bell, when they had picked up the All Call Signs request on the traffic frequency of the radio.

The urgency in the Forward Air Controller's voice was unmistakable. 

Robert glanced down at his knee map to locate the position the FAC had given and realised they were less than fifty miles from it.

The mission had been straightforward: assist with safe passage for a Danish supply column. En-route to re-supply their redoubt; it had reached a rough stretch of road. The tar macadam surface, a leftover from the Russian occupation, had been worn away to mere gravel track where it led down to a shallow valley, then resumed near the top of the opposite side. 

At the bottom was a cluster of half a dozen mud and breezeblock hovels, long deserted. The Danish requests were simple: destroy the hovels and then strafe the road with cannon fire. Intelligence had reported Taliban in the area, and the FAC was wary of IEDs, anxious to reach the redoubt before nightfall. To sweep the road with mine detectors would take too much time.

As this was Bell's first combat mission, Robert ordered him to take out the buildings; it would be a good experience for the young pilot. Robert took up poison three hundred feet above him and loitered, flying figure-eights whilst keeping an eye on his young charge. After Bell had fired his last rockets, three buildings were still standing. 

Ordering him to fly clear, Robert began his attack run. After the third pass the buildings were reduced to rubble, his rockets expended. He then gave Bell the order to strafe the road. Bell made his approach run; he opened fire with his two Aden 30mm cannons, hosing down the left hand side of the road. On reaching the agreed point where the tar macadam resumed, he broke off the attack, banked round, and resumed his attack on the right hand side. Halfway along it his cannons fell silent; he'd run out of ammunition. 

Ordering him once again to stand clear, Robert dropped down to continue. He had only just started strafing when a mighty explosion, followed by a second and then a third, greeted him. The Danish FAC had been right to be cautious. The Taliban had wired IEDs to go off in succession. 

After receiving their thanks, and knowing Bell had been more heavily involved in the mission and must be getting low on fuel, the two climbed to altitude to return to base. 

******

Robert switched the radio over to the FAC's new frequency. "This is Blackbird-2 I have 30 mike, mike and am six minutes from your location, would this be of any help?"

"Blackbird-2 this is Delta-Papa-3-2 any help you can give would be deeply appreciated, we have a situation here."

Ordering Blackbird-9 to return to base independently, Robert banked the Harrier to the North, opening the throttles as he picked up the Helmand River below.

The FAC outlined the problem as he flew to his location: the Taliban had 43 British servicemen trapped in a wadi by a village. They couldn't retire; to have done so meant crossing a ford at which point the wadi walls were broken down. The village was dominated by a large two-story building directly opposite the ford. The Taliban had the ford zeroed-in, with arms stationed on the roof of the building. More were above the soldiers in the wadi, where a fierce fire-fight was taking place: to lift their heads above the wall was to invite death.

This late in September, water, was at a premium. As Robert flew along the bleached-brown terrain, interspersed with occasional patches of green vegetation that had managed to draw water from the shrinking river, he wondered - not for the first time - why the Taliban fought so hard for this desolate country. If intelligence were correct, not only Afghans were involved with the war, but also Iranians and Pakistanis; the former at the urging of their Mullahs, and the later because of the £250 monthly pay-check the Taliban paid from their opium profits, more money than they would see in six months back in Pakistan.

Flying at an altitude of six hundred feet, Robert arrived at the FAC's position.

The wadi was a runoff from the Helmand River, carving a course along which lay a dozen or so buildings that made up the village. At the southern end, it made a sharp bend before returning to the river. Trees grew along the edge; brown now due to lack of moisture. When the winter rains came, the wadi would become a torrent, effectively creating an island between it and the river. At some point, the villagers had broken down its walls, building a ford to gain access to the island for planting their crops, effectively creating a green zone. 

He could see eight vehicles drawn up by the bend, unable to precede any further due to the wadi and the buildings that had collapsed along it. Smoke was billowing up from in front of one of the collapsed buildings, obscuring his view of the ground. He waited anxiously for the next communication; they had already established the positions of the servicemen in relation to the enemy forces, to avoid a Blue-on-Blue incident. Still, the last thing he needed was to fire on friendly troops. 

The FAC's voice came in over the intercom, "Blackbird-2 can you make your attack run over the island and concentrate your fire on the roof of the building directly in front of the ford?" Before he could reply the FAC continued, "We have seven wounded, three are critical stretcher cases, if you can keep their heads down, we will attempt to get them to the other side of the ford. You are weapons-free; I say again you are weapons-free."

"Delta-Papa-3-2 I am weapons free, beginning attack run now, Blackbird-2 out." 

Robert banked the Harrier over the river and put it into a shallow dive, reducing thrust. He was about a mile away from the target, the Harrier's nose firmly fixed on the structure. He wanted the Taliban to see him coming: the next move would be theirs. 

Already some of the enemy were scrambling across the roof and dropping down off the rear side. At six hundred meters Robert opened fire with a long burst; the rest of the enemy ran to join the others. The structure absorbed the 30mm cannon shells with very little damage. Not until these hit the flat roof was any significant damage seen: the shells punched through the thin covering. 

As he tightly banked, he spotted a single story built onto the back, on which were ladders up to the second story roof. There, forty or so men had hidden from his initial attack.

Crossing over the wadi, he could see a dozen soldiers carrying stretchers along the safe side of the ford. The FAC's voice came over the intercom, "Blackbird-2 all wounded safely on the other side of ford, can you repeat attack?"

"Delta-Papa-3-2 attacking now Blackbird-2 out." Once more Robert began his attack, slowing the aircraft down to enable the Taliban to see his approach over the island's green zone. It had the desired effect. 

The enemy scrambled to the edge, dropping down to the rooftop below. He opened fire. But two hundred meters from the target the cannons fell silent. He was out of ammunition.

As he crossed over the wadi, he could see half a dozen soldiers had crossed the ford and were taking up positions behind it, with what seemed a few other soldiers, probably some of the stretcher-bearers, to add covering fire to those on the other side. 

He toggled the radio switch, "Delta-Papa-3-2 be advised, I am Winchester, I repeat Winchester," giving the old WWII code word for 'out of ammunition'. "When do you expect help to arrive?"

"Blackbird-2", the FAC broke in, "ETA help, twenty-five minutes, and we are nearly Winchester too. We may have no choice but to risk crossing the ford soon."

Robert could recognise the desperation in the FAC's voice. They would be shot to pieces as they crossed.

"Delta-Papa-3-2 beginning attack now." It might allow some others to cross, he thought, but if they all broke off the engagement the Taliban in the wadi would swarm all over them before they could take up new positions.

As he began the run he could see that not all the enemy was retreating across the roof; some were staying and firing back at him.

They had called his bluff. Smoke trails from RPGs hurtled toward him, along with tracer bullets from machine guns. Robert gritted his teeth, concentrating on the building: the RPGs was exploding in front of him as they reached the limit of their flight, leaving ugly puffs of smoke. 

His only weapon now available was the jet wash from the Pegasus engine, but he would have to go lower and skim over the roof for it to have any effect. He pushed the thrust control lever. The Harrier leapt forward, instantly building up speed. As he flashed over the roof there would be no way of knowing the effect it would have had on the enemy, but he knew it would not be pleasant. 

From the lower roof the Taliban opened fire; tracer rounds and RPG smoke trails followed him, and then a single RPG exploded in front of the Harrier's nose. The shock wave sent a tremor through the aircraft. Warning lights lit up on the instrument panel. Robert didn't need them to tell him something was wrong. He could feel the vibration building through the flight control column. 

The Harrier was hit, and hit hard.

******

He never saw the impact as the Harrier struck: the fireball of burning jet fuel that engulfed the building, wiping out in an instant the Taliban, who crowded the roof.

But, he did feel the shockwave from the explosion; it almost collapsed his partly deployed parachute. And as he struggled to gain control, he had noticed that there were no more flashes of gunfire coming from the wadi; the Taliban were frozen with the horror that had overtaken their comrades. 

Robert glanced over his shoulder, but all around was shrouded in a huge cloud of smoke, flames, and dust. Ahead of him, the British servicemen had used the diversion to cross the ford, and were now legging it up the wadi to the bend and the safety of their vehicles.

He was fifty feet above the ground, drifting toward the top end of the wadi near the bend, when the first bullets began to fly past him. The Taliban had snapped out of their paralysis, all of their rage and frustration at being denied victory, now centred on the only target available: his figure, suspended below the parachute.

The first bullet from an AK47 burst went through the calf of his right leg, the next smashed into his knee, followed by a third that struck his thigh, breaking his femur. Waves of white-hot pain were flooding his nervous system, and he realised he was screaming. RPG shrapnel smashed into the small of his back, and his Kevlar flight helmet, and he collapsed into oblivion.

The parachute canopy finally gave way, shot to pieces, and he fell the last ten feet to land six feet from the wadi. Two soldiers leapt to drag him over its rim and cut him free of the parachute, and then carried him back to their vehicles. A young medic applied battle pads to staunch the bleeding and administer the injection that would soften the agony he was undergoing.

He never heard the distinctive sound of the Chinook helicopter, flanked by two Apache attack helicopters, which came to pick the wounded and dead, and fly them back to Camp Bastion. 

******

The medical officer on board the Chinook had radioed ahead to the trauma unit at base hospital, outlining the injuries, blood groups, and triage, prioritising who needed attention first. Robert had been immediately hooked up to IVs for blood and fluids and his flight suit cut away. 

Major John Newman's trauma team was prepared by the time the Chinook landed, and swiftly fell into the all-too familiar-routine. The nursing staff gently removed his shattered flight helmet. Peering at the x-ray of Robert's head he announced, "Stabilise the leg wounds for now. His skull is fractured and it's pressing against the brain; if we don't relieve the pressure the leg won't matter. Prep him for surgery, stat."

Four hours later Robert was wheeled out of the theatre, his head swathed in gauze bandages. Back on the ward, he was connected to various tubes and electronic sensors, to continuously monitor his brain wave patterns and vital signs. 

Newman arrived on the ward shortly thereafter, having divested his theatre clothes and changed back into his military uniform. "He's going to require constant monitoring," addressing the senior nurse. "The next forty-eight hours will decide if we have a live hero or not, on our hands."

For three days Robert hung on, at the brink of death, then slowly the sensors began to stabilise.

On the fifth day, Sir Royston Smith arrived at Camp Bastion, and was shown to the modular cabin that doubled as Major Newman's office and bedroom. The cabin had air conditioning but was losing the fight against the hot, late-September Afghan sun. After introductions, seated opposite Newman at his desk he produced a letter, which he handed over to the Major. 

Newman's eyebrows lifted when he saw the signature at the bottom of the letter. "Well Sir Royston, it seems I am to assist you in any way I can whilst you are here at Camp Bastion; is there a particular case you are interested in?"

"The RAF pilot that was brought in recently," Sir Royston replied.

"Would you like to see his case file?" 

"If that's possible."

"Of course." With that, Newman tapped a few numbers on his telephone. Once the connection was made, he asked that Flight Lieutenant Barlow's case file and x-rays be sent to his office immediately.

While they waited, Newman studied Sir Royston. His reputation preceded him, as one of the top three orthopaedic surgeons in Europe, if not the world. Yet there was nothing about him physically that really stood out. He was of average height, slim with perhaps a slight paunch, mid fifties, with greying hair swept back and receding at the temples. But then he noticed his hands: long slim fingers, Newman's mother would have called them pianist's hands. Those hands had carried out operations that Newman knew he would have baulk at. If, physically, there was nothing unremarkable about him, there was no denying that the man had a sort of aura, letting you know you were in the presence of a master. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. 

A duty nurse entered carrying a brown case file and a large x-ray envelope. "The files you asked for sir."

"Thank you that will be all," Newman replied.

When the door closed Newman slid the file and envelope over to Sir Royston. 

Forty-five minutes later, Sir Royston looked up. "Is it possible to see the patient, Major?"

"Certainly, if you would follow me," replied Newman.

Three hours later they were back in Major Newman's office.

"Well, I concur with your diagnosis of the head wound and making it your first priority; in doing so you undoubtedly saved the young man's life," Sir Royston began his review as they sat down. "But of more concern to me right now, is his back. The lower vertebra has moved due to the impact of whatever struck him, and I suspect it is now in contact with his sciatic nerve. If I am correct, then he will need treatment sooner than later or run the risk of permanent paralysis to his right leg." 

Major Newman anticipated what came next; he knew of Sir Royston's clinic by reputation, so his next words were, therefore, of no surprise. "Whilst giving due regards," Sir Royston went on, "to your location, your facilities and equipment are excellent, but mine are better back in the UK. We really need to get him back there as soon as possible."

The Grange, built at the beginning of the twentieth century in the Georgian style, was the name given it by the northern industrialist who had originally owned it. Sir Royston had bought it in the early seventies and then spent a fortune renovating and equipping it with the latest, cutting-edge developments in orthopaedic medicine. Reportedly it housed state-of-the-art x-ray technology, including an MRI full-body scanner. The funding had come from private patients: football stars, Formula-1 drivers, film stars, wealthy industrialists, Arab Princes; in short, the mega-rich. 

Newman also knew that Sir Royston treated NHS referrals and servicemen, free of charge. He accepted that Sir Royston was right. Flight Lieutenant Barlow would be in the best possible hands being treated at The Grange. "There's a med-evac C17 Globemaster scheduled to leave at 0800 hours tomorrow for Brize Norton. I'll arrange for Barlow to be on it along with you, if that's acceptable to you."

"Excellent," replied Sir Royston. "If you could make the necessary arrangements, I could have my helicopter standing by to transfer him to the clinic when it lands."

"Well if there is no other business, I should get you fed," replied Newman cheerfully. "You must be starving. Have you ever tasted Army food?" he said with a wry smile.

To be continued...

The Boys in Blue Ch. 02



The C17 touched down and quickly taxied to the dispersal area. 

As the rear ramp lowered, ambulances reversed up to it to receive the wounded.

Robert's stretcher was conveyed to a waiting Bell 206L Long Ranger helicopter, belonging to Sir Royston; the helicopter was painted in the colours of a med-evac aircraft. 

After loading its passengers and receiving clearance from the tower it took off for the hundred-mile flight to The Grange.

Staff at the Grange were already waiting to receive Robert, who was still under sedation. Sir Royston had phoned ahead giving explicit instructions of what he required to be carried out on his arrival. 

As soon as the helicopter landed Robert was transferred to a gurney and transported to the X-Ray department.

"I'll need a complete set, with emphasis on the lower lumber area." He said addressing his senior radiologist. "I'm going up to shower and change."

He was still in the desert camouflage uniform he had been issued with. 

For a man who always travelled first class around the world, sitting in a canvas bucket seat of a C17 for twelve hours was an experience he would rather forget. 

Once out of X-Ray he was taken to a private bedroom where he was re-connected to tube's that dispensed fluids from a drip stand and drugs from an automatic injection system. Four large monitors recorded his vital signs from sensors placed on his body and head. A nurse sat by his bed studying the monitors. 

After he had showered and changed into his usual charcoal pinstriped suit he returned down stairs to his office.

Mrs Walker his private secretary was waiting for him clutching a writing pad.

"OK, Ann what do we know about him?"

Ann Walker had been with Sir Royston for over thirty years and was well used to his abrupt manner at times,

While she occupied a chair at the front of his desk, and he settled into the large leather

Executive chair 

"Flight Lieutenant Robert Barlow aged 28. 

Joined the RAF aged 21, holds two degrees in Mechanical Engineering (Aerospace) and Modern History from Bristol University. 

He's an only child. 

No immediate next of kin, mother, and father killed by a terrorist bomb aboard the aircraft they were in, bound for New York June 6th, 2002. 

Both are buried in the village church at Aventon, a small village mid way between Fordingbridge and Salisbury in Hampshire. 

They had lived in the village for twenty-four years at Lark Hill Cottage. 

The father was a retired petrochemical engineer he took retirement early, and played the stock exchange, very successfully by all accounts. 

The mother was a senior nursing sister at Odstock Hospital she retired aged 60. And it appears the New York trip was a retirement present from the father.

A Mrs McKee is a very close friend of the family, and still maintains the cottage for Robert. In fact, she supplied most of these details. 

He has no girlfriends, in fact; he appears to have shunned the company of girls since the death of his parents, concentrating on his flying duties. 

The closest you could call to family, is a Jeremy Free, a Barbadian. 

Robert's father struck up a friendship with him in London, where he worked at the investment company that the father used. It seems they both shared a mutual love for cricket. 

Mr Free spent a great deal of time mainly at weekends, with the Barlow's and played in the village cricket team. 

He and Robert became very close friends; in fact Robert, was best man at his wedding and also God father to Mr Free's son."

Ann continued, "I've typed up the relevant details for you; I'm still waiting to hear from members of his squadron. I under stand they return to the UK at the end of the month." With that, she passed over a sheet of paper to Sir Royston.

"Thank you Ann that will be all."

As she closed the door, he settled down to read through it again.

At seven am the next morning Sir Royston entered the room, "how's the patient?" he asked the night nurse who was due to go off duty at seven thirty. 

"Very little change sir, he did show signs of discomfort at two this morning, and he was mumbling in his sleep. 

I made a note of what he was saying." Consulting a note pad, she carried on, "as near as I could under stand he said 'Mum I'm trying, for Gods sake I'm trying,' 'then an hour or so later," again she consulted the note pad, 'Feel the pain, must feel the pain,' he repeated that two or three times sir."

"Umm unusual, well he's going into theatre at nine; we hope to reduce that pain somewhat. They will be coming to prep him shortly, thank you nurse."

"He's been through an awful lot hasn't he sir."

"Yes nurse," Sir Royston replied, "I'm continually amazed at how much suffering and pain a body can endure."

Robert opened his eyes; his brow furrowed confused by what he saw, his mouth felt like it was filled with ashes; he coughed.

Instantly a woman's body was leaning over him dressed in a white cotton smock with what appeared to be a nametag pinned to her chest.

"Good morning Flight Lieutenant how do you feel?" she asked.

Bloody awful thought Robert, "could I have some water please?"

"Of course" she turned away, returning with a beaker with a nozzle on it. She pressed a button at the side of the bed, and with a low hum the back part slowly raised allowing him to drink from the beaker.

Handing the empty beaker back, he asked, "Where am I? What day is this?" his mind filled with questions.

"Now don't excite your self, you need to rest now try to get some sleep. Unfortunately, Sir Royston wanted to be here when you woke up. But he's had to go to London, but he'll be back this evening and will answer all your question then."

"Who the heck is Sir Royston?" Robert asked, confused.

Seeing that he would not rest until he knew some of the answers Senior Nurse Beverly Andrews explained about Sir Royston Smith's involvement with him, his trip to Afghanistan, and his return with him, to his private clinic, here at The Grange.

All Robert could say was "Oh."

His eyes closed, and he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Beverly looked down on the sleeping pilot, his light brown hair beginning to grow back, where they had shaved it to perform the operation on his skull. She knew from his medical service records that Sir Royston had brought back. That he was 6-foot 1inches tall and weighed 180 pounds and that he had blue eyes. But, it didn't say that he resembled a young Gregory Peck in looks. 

He awoke, noticing that the curtains were drawn in front of the window, the room was in semi darkness but a low light was on over a desk at which a figure in a white smock and slacks sat writing.

"Hello," Robert mumbled.

"You're back amongst us again." the nurse replied with a smile on her face.

She turned a switch by the door, and lights came on in the room, returning to the desk she picked up the telephone and pressed a button. "The patient is awake sir," paused then said "very well sir," disconnecting the call.

"Sir Royston is coming down to see you, is there anything you would like?" She asked.

"Some water please."

The nurse was just retrieving the beaker when Sir Royston walked in. He said a few words to the nurse listened to her response before drawing up a chair to the side of the bed.

"Well young man, I under stand you have been badgering my nurses with questions," he said.

"Oh no, sir," Robert replied, "its...it's just I'm totally confused."

"Of course you are my boy" Sir Royston said in a much gentler voice, "what is the last thing you remember?" 

"Hanging from a parachute, I think I was hit in the leg, and then every thing went black."

"I see" murmured Sir Royston, he walked over to the desk returning with a blue file, after reading some of the file notes he continued.

"Well let me bring you up to date on what has happened to you. 

That incident occurred nine days ago. You were, in fact, shot three times in your right leg. One bullet passed through your calf missing the bone but tearing up your calf muscle; another hit you in the thigh breaking your femur; fortunately the bullet must have been at the end of its range, because it didn't shatter the bone but merely cracked it. The third bullet was more severe; it struck your kneecap destroying it. 

More seriously though were the injuries you sustained that coursed you to black out. Fragments from a grenade, I believe they are called RPG's, which fortunately exploded some distance from you. 

Had it been closer, you would be dead. 

Anyhow a piece hit you in the small of the back, it didn't break the skin, I understand your Gee suite overalls and flight suit cushioned the blow, never the less it displaced a vertebra, I believe a common name is a slipped disk. Well that disk we later discovered was pressing against your sciatic nerve, which would have given you a great deal of pain, and left unattended could have resulted in permanent paralyses of the right leg. 

The most severe wound was the one that struck your head, or I should say your helmet. The force of the blow broke away a portion of your skull. That piece was resting against your brain creating pressure that had to be relieved. 

The medical team at Camp Bastion carried out that operation successfully. 

When you had stabilised sufficiently, I had you flown back to my clinic here, I conducted the operation to your back thirty six hours ago, and all indications are that it has been successful."

"I see," said Robert "but I have to ask, will I ever walk again?" 

"Young man," replied Sir Royston in a stern voice. "I have not wasted my valuable time, or my considerable skills on you, for you not only to be able to walk again, but to return to your flying duties if that is your wish."

"I'm sorry Sir," muttered Robert suitably chastised. "I don't know how I'm every going to repay you for what you have done, or how the MoD will for that matter."

In a gentle voice, Sir Royston replied. 

"In that hellhole which was that wadi, was a young Second Lieutenant. He was my grandson, my only grand child. But for your actions that day, he assures me he would have been killed. So you see Robert, it is I who is in debited to you.

One thing that has puzzled me," continued Sir Royston, "on your first night here you were mumbling in your delirium," he consulted the file, "you apparently said I'm trying Mum, for Gods sake I'm trying, and then later, feel the pain must feel the pain do you recall that?"

Robert frowned trying to remember, "It's odd that you should say that, but I distinctly heard my Mother saying, "Bobby that's what she always called me," looking apologetically. He continued, "Bobby don't be such a wimp; you must fight this, fight this," he paused before continuing. 

"The other comes from a lecture we had at Hereford; we were on an Escape and Evasion program run by the SAS. The Sergeant giving the lecture had covered 18 kilometres behind the lines in Bosnia with two bullets in him, on his own. 

He said pain is good; pain lets you know you are alive, when you stop feeling the pain you start to die. So remember feel the pain and live. 

I guess it kind of stuck in my mind." 

"Um interesting" murmured Sir Royston, "Well now you need to get some sleep, in a few weeks we will be continuing your treatment, but for now you need to rebuild your strength, you still have a long way to go. Good night Robert."

"Good night Sir," Robert replied. 

********

By the end of October, Robert had the last of three operations on his knee.

Sir Royston assured him that the prosthetic knee cap that had been made in the Granges own prosthetic workshop, would be infinitely better than his own adding it won't crack when you bend down in later life.

Robert had asked not to have any visitors, not wanting to be seen in his present situation.

So instead he had been given a laptop in which he could reply to the e-mails he received from Jeremy, and the folks from Aventon and the lad's in the squadron. 

He also tried to reply to letters and cards he received from grateful family members of the men who had been in the wadi, but he never really felt comfortable about it, feeling embarrassed.

By now he had grown use to the routine and was no longer embarrassed about bed baths or answering natures call. 

He still felt intense pain from his leg, has the mussels began to knit back again; never the less he longed to be free of the bed.

Then in mid November he was allowed into a wheel chair and for the first time he was taken outside. 

To be able to breathe fresh air, all be it, cold November air, was a tonic. To escape the slightly antiseptic smell that all ways invades any medical facility. 

The next day he had two visitors, Group Captain Alan Carr, and an Air vice Marshall. 

Alan was Station Commander of RAF Renton Robert's squadron home base in the UK.

He introduced the Air vice Marshall as Sir John Bradbury. Robert was sat in his wheel chair by the coffee table; so they drew up chairs by it. 

After going through the routine of asking about his well being, Alan got down to business.

"Robbie" he began "you have been put up for the VC."

. 

Robert was stunned "but" he began, but he was cut off by Alan's raised hand. 

"I know what you are going to say, but don't knock it. At the moment due to your action, the RAF is the flavour of the month with the British public. More to the point we are the flavour of the month with the MoD and we fully intend to exploit that."

Sir John broke in, "As you are aware Flight Lieutenant, the war in Afghanistan is a ground war fought in the main by ground troops. Whilst we recognize the RAF is involved in it, it doesn't get much recognition for its efforts. We intend to redress that to our advantage."

"I see Sir," said Robert meekly, but not really understanding.

"By the way Robbie," said Alan, "We are withdrawing the Harrier from Afghanistan, it's a good aircraft but it was never intended for the role it's had to play out there."

"What do you think is the best ground support aircraft we have out there?" Asked Sir John, directing his question to Robert.

"The Apache attack helicopter," said Robert with out any hesitation, he went on

"With its Longbow radar and target systems, not to mention its weapons array it's the most cost efficient, clinical means of targeting the Taliban we have."

"What do you mean by cost efficient?" Sir John enquired.

"Well Sir," Robert continued, "I know we can drop smart bombs, and fire guided missiles, but when you consider the cost of one of those. Just to take out a couple of the enemy hiding in a hut or the trees, well it doesn't seem cost effective to me."

"Point taken" replied Sir John, "But do's the Apache have a down side," already knowing the answer.

"Its cost and maintenance are pretty steep sir, and of course it's the Army's."

"Um quite," said Sir John. "Can you think of any fixed wing aircraft that would be suitable for the sort action it would encounter out there?"

"The only one that springs to mind sir, and it's not perfect is the American A10 Thunderbolt II. 

Its airframe has been created to take punishment from ground fire; it can fly and fight at low speed 130 knots or so, but still achieve 450 knots. It's fairly cheap to build and is low maintenance. The big problem with it is, it was built around its gun. A Gatling 30mm cannon, which fires off some 800 rounds a minute in a burst. This is a little too much over kill for the type of engagement we have in theatre."

"So hypothetically speaking, what would be your ideal solution?" Enquired Sir John.

"The A10, but given some of the characteristics of the Longbow radar and inferred targeting systems. A new gun that could have dedicated burst control, wing mounts to take both Hellfire missiles and rockets, would be a start sir." Robert replied.

Sir John looked over to Alan, "An interesting theory."

"Well we mustn't take up any more of this young man's time Group Captain." He said addressing Alan.

"You will be hearing from us in due course." 

After shaking hands, they left. Leaving Robert wondering what the hell that had all been about.

********

The next week he started physiotherapy, the first two weeks in his room. 

Gale the young physiotherapist would gently massage his back and leg, each day increasing the movements of his leg.

One evening Ann Walker entered the room carrying a laptop computer case. "Good evening Robert," she announced.

"Evening Ann," he replied. 

Ann had helped him with the correspondence to all the mail he had received from well wishers, and they had struck up a quick friendship.

"Sir Royston noticed that the old laptop you have been using. We've have had it years, and it must be on its last legs by now, so he's given you this." 

With that, she unzipped the case and took out new Sony Vaio. "You will find this much quicker. It already has Microsoft Office installed and there is a built in camera and microphone, so you will be able to see whom you are talking too, I've already registered you, and created an account with Skype, so you are all ready to go."

Ann knew that Sir Royston was concerned about Robert seeming to wish to cut him self of from the world, regarding visitors. And she had suggested this as a means of breaking the ice and getting him back into the swing of things.

She showed him how to set it up, and he was relieved to see it only displayed his head when it was placed on the desk.

After a chat Ann, left. 

Robert keen to try out his new toy, and entered Julian's e-mail address into the Skype page, remembering to make it an international call. 

He was amazed when Julian's face appeared on the screen. 

"Bob this is wonderful, how are you?"

Robert was suddenly filled with emotion and had to blink back tears that threatened to engulf him.

"Great man, living the life of ease." He lied.

He saw Julian turn away, and he could hear him yelling "Pearl, Pearl I've got Bob on the PC you can see him."

Julian's head was pushed to one side and Peals lovely face was there. 

"Oh, Bob it's so good to see you at long last, how are you feeling? How are they treating you?" She rattled off question after question not giving him time to respond, tears streaming down her face.

After 45 minutes, and having tried to answer their questions, he broke off the connection, promising to contact them the next day.

When he closed the laptop, he sat back and smiled. It was good to know they cared, he thought.

The next week he started physiotherapy in earnest, being taken down in the lift to the ground floor gym.

The gym like all of the rest of the Grange's facilities was state of the art. Running machines, rowing machines, weight training gadgets, every thing you would find in a top London gymnasium. At the back was a large swimming pool with what appeared to be a sauna.

Robert was introduced to Ted, who would be over seeing him whilst in the gym. Ted was in his fifties, so Robert judged, dressed in a white tee shirt and white slacks but the most notable aspect of him was his muscular body; he didn't have once of fat on him.

"Right sir we are going to start you off on the bench, with some basic exercises for your back and leg. We're going to take it easy and as soon as you feel any discomfort you must let me know." 

Ted studied Robert for several seconds, "I'd say 6 foot, eleven and a half stone and 42"chest how does that sound sir?"

"It's Robert Ted. I guess I have shed some weight I was 12- 6."

Ted went to a cabinet, returning with two clear plastic bags. 

"These will be your tracksuits. Nurse will help you change from your dressing gown and PJ's. When you're ready, we'll start."

Initially, the sessions in the gym only lasted minutes, but as the weeks rolled by, and Robert grew stronger they were extended until he was spending up to two hours at a time. 




The Boys in Blue Ch. 02



He was introduced to the swimming pool, were Gale would at first support him while he kicked with his legs. Later he would swim trying to do the breath stroke or crawl. 

At the end of each session, he would always be covered in sweat after it, and in some pain, but he would never admit that to Ted. 

Gale would then give him a massage, teasing out the knots that had formed in his body.

Early in December he had an e-mail from Squadron Leader Dave Robinson his old CO. Robert and he had been good friends. 

Between them, Robert being senior Flight Lieutenant had run the Squadron. After establishing that Dave had Skype, they switched over.

"I hear that you have been put up for the VC." Dave began "congratulations."

"Dave its crazy, I get put up for a gong for crashing my aircraft into a building. There was nothing heroic about it; it was just the logical thing to do at the time." Robert replied.

"Maybe, but you could have taken the safe option and ejected away from the enemy."

It seemed from what Dave said that the Squadron had returned in early November to the UK and had gone on extended home leave, but he was back now at Renton.

Robert noticed that Dave seemed somewhat with drawn, not at all his usual hale and hearty self.

Finally, Dave came out with it. 

"Robbie," the name used for him in the squadron. "You may not know, but they are with drawing the Harrier from Afghanistan. There is a rumour that the squadron may be broken up, and the guys re-assigned."

"Oh, as bad as that," was all Robert could think to say.

.

"There's more" continued Dave, "I'm thinking of getting out, Jane has been on to me for ages to do that, I'm losing seeing the boy's growing up." 

Robert knew Dave had two sons; they must be around seven and nine now he thought.

"If I get re-assigned it will most likely be C17's or Hercules C130's or may be Tankers. I'm 38 next, too old for fast flyers." 

He paused before continuing. "I've been made an offer from Virgin Atlantic; the salary is way above my current pay scale, it would certainly help in the boy's education".

Robert was at a loss, as to what to say to his old friend, but he knew that what Dave said regarding RAF policy was probably true.

Finally, he said, "Dave I would hate like hell to see you go, but if that's your decision then you have my full support and best wishes."

"Thanks Robbie, I knew you would understand."

After chatting about the other members of the Squadron, Robert finally asked the question that had been on his mind for some time. 

He had tried to find any reports of the incident at the wadi, but because he had been

-Out of it- so to speak, due to sedation and by the time he had come round it was old news. 

"Dave what the hell happened that day at the wadi, there must have been over a hundred Taliban's involved in that battle."

"According to Intelligence reports more like a hundred and thirty", Dave replied, "Most of it is still classified. But as near as we can tell they were using that building you destroyed to house all the raw opium resin from the area. 

The day our guys went in to check out the village, was most likely the same day they intended to move it over the border, to the refining sheds in Pakistan, hence the numbers. 

They had planned it well, if you remember all the coalition flying resources where up North supporting the Americans big push in the Torra Borra Mountains, how they knew that, is still being investigated. 

Some one amongst them had a keen military brain; the smart money is that it was an Iranian officer. 

Anyhow, its thought a look out spotted the dust cloud from our patrols vehicles. They knew that the patrol wouldn't be able to drive into the village due to the wadi and the collapsed building's blocking the track. 

So they hid in cellars. The clean up Company that went in the next day found them. But the smart part was, they knew our operating procedure; they knew that before a foot patrol went in that we would set up a mortar base to cover them. The fifty calibre machine guns on the vehicles being useless due to the trees on the green zone, blocking most of the village out.

The signal for the start of the action was when three of the insurgents popped up from a collapsed building with RPG's, and blasted the mortar team at point blank range. Killing three and wounding the other five but, in the process destroying the mortars.

The rest of them came pouring out of their hidey-holes; and our guys dived for the only cover available to them, the wadi. 

Whether they had intended to spring the trap after our guys had passed that ford is open to speculation. You know, what happened then, Robbie.

"The next day," Dave continued, "A full company strength patrol, backed by Apache's returned. 

The building was still smouldering. The men had to use their gas masks due to the opium fumes. It's believed that there could have been a couple of tons of resin that went up in flames. The troops now call the village Happy Valley." He said with a laugh, "Either way the Taliban have a severe dent in their war chest that resin could have been worth two or three hundred million dollars as refined Heroin in Europe or the States." Dave concluded. 

"Wow" was all Robert could think to say.

After chatting, for a few more minutes Robert signed off promising to keep in touch. 

*********

By the beginning of the New Year Robert had graduated from the wheel chair to crutches, and then later to support sticks. Each had been a milestone in his recovery. Being able to move around freely was a welcome relief after his confinement of his bed. 

He was now able to use the en-suit bathroom and toilet unaided. 

His right leg, and back still showed the raw red scars of the operations he had undergone, but Gale had assured him that, in time, they would almost disappear. 

Some nights he would experience pain from his leg, which would build until he was forced to call a nurse to administer a pain reliever. He always hated the fact that he still needed it. 

Sir Royston was sitting at his desk, when Ann entered with the mail; as usual she had placed the envelopes in order of priority. 

The top one had a MoD logo on it. Slitting it open with his ivory letter opener he quickly scanned the single page.

"It seems Ann that our hero is to be invested by Her Majesty with the Victoria Cross. MoD wants to know if he will be fit enough by the second week in February to receive it."

"Oh, I'm so pleased to hear that," said Ann a big smile breaking out on her face. "I know all the girls will be pleased for him." 

'Um well don't mention it yet, its not official until Robert gets confirmation, and it still is down to me to say if he's fit or not."

"Oh, course Sir Royston", said Ann closing the door behind her.

He sat back in his chair a rueful smile on his face. 

Strange he thought; I've had the top sports and movie stars pass through here, and yet to the thirty four permanent staff of the grange they are just patients. 

Yet, with Robert the females act like love struck calves whilst the men have the utmost respect for him, perhaps it's the fact he is their own genuine hero that they are nursing back to health. 

He had to admit to him self, that he too had grown fond of the boy. The courage he had shown through out his stay, never complaining when Sir Royston knew he must have been in a great deal of pain. But always ready with a smile. 

Yes, he conceded the boy does deserve the VC.

Robert was officially notified two weeks later. 

Sir Royston had conferred with his senior staff, and whilst they agreed that he still had away to go in order to be fully fit. They agreed that he should be fit enough for an hour and a half investiture ceremony. And if he maintained his exercises there was no reason that he couldn't return home after it.

Later that week Bev came into his room carrying a familiar suitcase, it was his old leather case from his room at RAF Renton.

"This was delivered for you, shall I unpack it?" enquired Bev.

"If you don't mind Bev," replied Robert.

Beverly unzipped the case inside were two uniforms complete with shirts, ties and shorts. Two hats and his greatcoat, at the bottom were two pairs of shoes polished to an unbelievable shine and a small package with a label stating Personal Effects.

She handed the package to Robert who tore open the cover to reveal a leather wallet, an old Rolex stainless steel day date watch and a gold signet ring. 

Robert could see Bev was staring at them with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"The watch and ring were my fathers," he said as a way of explanation, "The ring has been in the family for over a hundred years. I never flew combat missions with them on. Wouldn't want them to fall into the wrong hands." He said with a forced laugh.

The plans were made; Robert would travel down to London the day before the investiture. 

He had been booked into a five star hotel. Some one from the Palace would contact him with the details of what he needed to do. Afterwards, he would be free to travel home to Aventon. 

Bev got him a copy of train schedules from London Victoria to Christchurch in Dorset; he decided on the seven fifteen fast train which would get into Christchurch at around nine thirty pm. 

Next he put in a call to Mrs Mac, to tell her the news and to ask her to get some food in for him. Mrs Mac, who had always been like a second mother to him, was laughing and crying all at the same time.

The evening before his departure Sir Royston came to see him, he was carrying what appeared to be an old walking stick.

"Robert" he began, "I'm not going to be here when you leave tomorrow, I have to fly to Zurich later tonight. Some idiot banker has thrown his back out on the golf course. So I've come to say my good bye now. 

I've arranged for Jack my driver to run you to London in the Bentley. He will pick you up at three. 

Now I know you are still experiencing pain." 

He raised his hand before Robert could say anything, "Don't deny it, it's to be expected, what you are experiencing are muscle spasms, cramps for want of a better term. But they will recede in time." 

He reached into his coat pocket and removed a plastic pill bottle. 

"Take one of these if you do have an attack, it will help to deaden the pain. Can't have you falling on your face in front of her Majesty. Oh, and I brought you this it was my fathers, he was eighteen stone so it should hold you up." With that, he handed the walking stick over.

Robert felt his throat constricting he owed so much to this man.

"Now if you ever have any problems, any problems at all, promise me you will contact me day or night." With that Sir Royston, offered out his hand.

Robert ignored the hand and embraced him.

Breaking away he said, "I will be eternally in your debt for what you and your team have done for me Sir."

"Nonsense" replied Sir Royston his voice cracking slightly, "Must go, work to do," and then he was gone. 

A short while later he heard the helicopter taking off.

Robert barely slept that night his brain buzzing with details, towards dawn he drifted off. But then Bev was there with his breakfast tray at eight.

He hardly touched the food just drinking the coffee. 

Afterwards, he took a long shower, after shaving and cleaning his teeth he began to dress. 

It seemed odd to be putting on his uniform again. 

He would be wearing his day uniform; his best reserved for the Palace. 

He was surprised that the jacket felt a little tight across his shoulders, but then remembered that his shoulders had been carrying his body weight during the long months when he had been using the crutches and support sticks.

Bev came in "I've come to help you pack," she announced.

"Well there's not much to pack," replied Robert, "The PJ's, track suit, even the washing and shaving gear all belongs to the clinic." Robert replied.

"It's all yours," Bev chuckled, "The next patient gets a new set, why do you think the rates are so high?" Said Bev smiling.

At two thirty Bev returned to carry the suitcase out for him 

He had a long look round the room that had been home to him for almost five months, and then followed her out.

As he stepped out of the lift he was amazed to see, what, seemed the entire team of the Grange, waiting in the reception hall. 

A cheer went up, followed by clapping; he flushed with embarrassment, and then began shaking hands and saying good byes.

At last only Ann, Gale, Bev and Ted were left, they were standing on the steps leading down to the drive, were Sir Royston's black Bentley was parked waiting with Jack, Sir Royston's chauffeur.

Addressing the girls he said, "If ever I have a harem I want you three in it."

"What about me?" Protested Ted.

"You can be the eunuch," laughed Robert.

After giving each girl a hug and kiss, he embraced Ted "thanks Ted," he whispered in his ear.

With that, he descended the steps supported by the stick he had been given.

Jack, who then placed his case in the boot, helped him into the car. 

As the car moved away he twisted round to see them all on the steps waving, he waved back until the car rounded the bend, and they were lost to view.



To be continued.



The Boys in Blue Ch. 03



"Do you mind if I have the radio on sir?" Jack asked, "I'd like to know what the traffic reports are saying. There are reports that there's fog coming in from the South."

"No, not at all," replied Robert.

"It won't disturb you sir," said Jack, with that he pressed a button and the glass panel closed him off from the front of the vehicle.

Looking out of the windows, he could see low dark clouds on the skyline. Definitely, not flying weather, he thought to himself, already he could see the mist forming in the fields. 

Within ten minutes they ran into the start of a fog bank, their speed dropping off as they joined other traffic. 

The partition slid noiselessly open, "It's just been announced that their closing Gatwick, and Heathrow and Stansted will be next," Jack reported. 

He continued, "The met bloke on the radio says something about warm south air is in contact with a cold front from the north centred over London. It looks like we could be in for a long drive sir."

"Leave the partition open Jack I'd like to hear what is happening," Robert asked.

Soon reports began flooding over the radio of traffic jams from Basingstoke up to Luton and the fog appeared to get getting thicker. 

The police were appealing to people that didn't need to travel to stay indoors. Heathrow and Stansted were closed and thousands which had hoped to fly were left to find accommodation for the night.

By six pm, they had covered less than thirty miles. 

By the time, they joined the M11 it was grid locked. Reports said that London was completely snarled up with traffic, of people leaving their place of work trying to get home.

"I'm afraid you are going to be late reaching your hotel sir." Jack said.

"That can't be helped," replied Robert.

The pain began as an ache in his calf, but quickly spread up through the leg, he tried flexing his toes, but it didn't help; he knew then it was going to be a bad attack.

A thin film of perspiration covered his forehead. 

When he could stand the pain no longer, he reached into his pocket for the pill bottle.

"Does Sir Royston have anything to drink in here?" Inquired Robert.

"In the centre cubby sir," said Jack.

Robert had noticed the large leather consul that divided the back seat, pressing it down; it opened to reveal two cut glass crystal decanters with matching tumblers. 

Two silver disks announced that one contained Brandy and the other Whiskey.

Robert poured some of the Brandy, into a tumbler, taking a swig with a capsule in his mouth, he washed it down.

"If you want to smoke sir there's Cuban cigars in the humidor at the back of the cubby," Jack informed him.

"Thanks Jack, but I'm a cigarette man myself," not that Robert smoked many at all.

Jack reached over to the glove compartment, "will these do," passing over a new packet of Dunhill, "I always keep a spare packet handy."

"You must let me pay for them." 

"That's quite all right sir, no need at all," replied Jack.

Robert cracked open his window, then lit a cigarette with the cigar lighter; he coughed at his first lung full of smoke. 

Whether, it was the capsule, the brandy or the cigarette or a combination of all three, but the pain had dulled to an acceptable level.

By now night had fallen, dim orange glows of light indicated where the motorway lights were suspended along the road. 

The journey had resorted, to stop go movements of a few yards.

Robert tried to sleep, he felt tired, but the constant stop start motion of the car, and the pain prevented him. 

By the time, they had reached the out skirts of London they had become completely grid locked. 

Car hooters were sounding; people were losing tempers, and the police were fighting a losing battle, to try and keep the traffic moving.

They spent over an hour in one traffic jam before moving. 

By the time they finally drove on to the fore court of the hotel it was eleven forty-five.

Robert shrugged on his great coat, to lessen the effect of cold damp air; every bone in his body seemed to be protesting, 

Jack retrieved his case from the boot and accompanied him in to the foyer, placing the case down by the reception desk he turned to Robert.

"Will you be OK, now sir?"

"Fine now thanks Jack, but what about you. Do you have to get back tonight?"

"No sir I'll be all right, I have a mate, who lives across the river, who will put me up, and he has a lock up so the Bentley will be all right." 

Shaking hands, he said, "Good luck for tomorrow sir, make us all proud". And then he was gone.

A young man in his early twenties appeared behind the desk, "Can I help you at all sir?" 

"I'm Flight Lieutenant Barlow, I believe you are holding a reservation for me." Robert replied.

The young man consulted a computer screen, his fore head creasing into a frown. After several seconds, he said, "If you will follow me I'll take you through to the bar whilst we sort out your room."

Coming from behind the desk, he picked up Robert's case; Robert followed him leaning heavily on his walking stick. 

He led the way into a large bar area that was full of comfortable chairs and tables, but was quite empty of customers. 

The only person present was the bar man, who seemed to be occupied cleaning up.

The young man leaned over the bar and seemed to have an animated conversation with the bar man. Breaking away, he returned to Robert, who was still standing leaning heavily on his stick. 

"James will look after you sir, order what you will, compliments of the hotel." With that, he dashed away.

Robert limped over to the bar where his case had been placed, the barman; James was waiting to take his order.

Jimmy White was forty-eight years old; he'd worked has a barman for twenty-six of those years. 

He started out working for his uncle in his pub in the East end and found he enjoyed the job. He'd studied, and could talk knowledgeably about beer, spirits, or wine. 

He prided himself that there was no cocktail that he couldn't make. 

He was also a student of human nature, able to weigh up the personality of his customers, and the Officer standing in front of him looked worn out and sick.

"What will it be sir?" 

"Err," Robert was finding it hard to concentrate. Rummaging in his greatcoat pockets, to find some money, his hand fell on the Dunhill packet he placed it on the bar to continue his search.

"Its ok, sir the drink is on the hotel," James informed him.

"Oh, thank you, I'll have a Jameson if I may."

"Coming right up," James hesitated, "If you would like to smoke I think I can find you a place without you, going outside. I know it's against regulations, but I won't tell if you don't." James said with a smile.

He came from behind the bar, seeing the suitcase he picked it up. "Follow me sir." 

Robert moved along the bar through an archway into a much smaller room that was in darkness, the only light being a glow from the lights in the main room.

James moved to a small cubical with a recessed arch at the end of the bar, pressing a button by the wall a soft glow lit the small table, he pressed another button, and the low hum indicated that the extract fan set into the arch way was working.

"I'll go and get you your drink and an ash tray sir," said James preparing to leave.

"Do you have any matches please?" asked Robert.

"No problem sir."

Robert sank down into the leather couch that was set into the cubical. 

After placing his hat on the table, he spotting a stool on the other side of it. He pulled it round and placed his right leg on it, his leg almost touching the bar.

What's taking reception so damn long, he thought, he'd never felt so tired and the persistent throb from his leg didn't improve matters.

James returned with a tray bearing his drink, which to Robert's eye seemed to be a very good measure, a glass ashtray and a book of matches. Placing them all on the table. 

"Now if there's anything else you need just raise your hand sir, and I'll come."

"Thank you, you've been very helpful," Robert replied.

"Not at all sir."

He was on his fourth cigarette when he was alerted by noise and laughter, and four people swept into the main room of the bar.

They appeared to be two women and two men; the men appeared to be wearing black dickey bows with white silk scarves over their overcoats. The women were wearing long dresses under their coats.

They disappeared from view moving further into the room.

Late night revellers after a nightcap, Robert, reasoned.

He was lighting his fifth cigarette, knowing that he was chain smoking, when one of the women approached the bar. 

She said something to James, who ducked down behind the bar. 

She was standing with her hands resting on the bar looking at the rows of bottles that crowded the shelves behind the bar, has her eyes moved along the shelves, she suddenly became aware of Robert sat in the alcove. 

She seemed to stare at Robert for several seconds he couldn't see her face clearly but it appeared to be frowning.

Oh God, he thought the anti-smoking lobby has hit town. 

I know at the moment I'm not a suitable candidate for an RAF recruitment poster, but lady, I don't give a damn, he thought smiling to himself. 

James had reappeared with what looked like a Champaign bottle and started to prepare an ice bucket, all the while the woman was talking to him, and he was answering her back, a couple of times they glanced to where Robert sat. 

By now, he knew the alcohol was taking its effect; it was beginning to be difficult to focus his eyes. 

James was preparing a tray when the woman left the bar walking out to the lobby.

She's gone to complain Robert realised; this is going to drop James in the shit.

A few minutes later she reappeared passing out of sight, has she re-joined the others in her party. 

Right on cue the young receptionist came into the bar, striding purposely to where Robert sat.

"When you are ready sir, your room is now ready."

Robert was taken back; he'd expected a rocket from the young man. 

"I'm ready now," he mumbled.

"If you would like to follow me, I'll show you to it."

With that, he picked up Robert's case; he paused has Robert gathered up his things from the table, picking up the walking stick Robert limped after him.

As he passed James at the bar, he stopped. "Thank you James, for your kindness. I hope I haven't got you into trouble."

"No sir, and it was my pleasure to serve you."

Robert ignored the party sat at the table, but was conscious that they were watching him.

The lift stopped; the young receptionist walked a few yards coming to a stop in front of a door; opening the door with a key card, he switched on the lights and moved to set his case on an ottoman, at the end of the bed. 

"Will there be anything else sir?" He enquired.

Robert glanced at the Rolex; it was one twenty. "Can I have a call tomorrow at eight thirty?"

"Oh, course sir, if there is nothing else I'll wish you good night." For getting, it was already morning.

After the door, had closed, Robert switched off the main lights, with the bedside consul panel and switched on the bedside table light. 

He stripped off letting his clothes fall to the floor, when he was down to his shorts he pulled back the duvet and collapses on to the bed; he was asleep in seconds.

          *********

The sound of the telephone woke him, reaching for it, he realising he'd left the bedside table light on all night. 

The voice at the other end informed him it was his morning call and did he require anything else.

He thought for a second trying to get his bearings. "Yes a large pot of tea and some toast please."

"Very well sir," the voice replied breaking the connection.

Robert climbed out of the bed, moving to the window he drew back the curtains. 

The fog had gone as quickly as it had appeared, revealing a bright winter morning.

Looking back into the room, he was aghast to see his clothes scattered all over the floor. Not like me he thought ruefully, crossing over to his case he unzipped it and found his wash case, and made his way to the bathroom.

He stood under the shower, alternating the water between hot and cold letting the fierce jets of water revive him, after shaving and cleaning his teeth, thankful, that the fur ball, that had seemed to be in his mouth was gone. 

He slipped into a towelling bathrobe that was hanging by door, and stepped from the bathroom.

A woman was rummaging through a drawer of the cabinet. She appeared to be wearing a long white dress; there was something familiar about her.

"Can I help you?" he said in a stern voice.

She swung round alarmed at his voice, "Oh, I did knock, but there was no response; I thought you must have been at breakfast only I need to change my clothes."

Robert broke in "Are you sure you have the right room madam?"

"Yes of course I am," she frowned "didn't they tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"That I'd," she stopped a sudden thought had occurred to her, her face flushed. "Oh, my God you must think I was trying to." She paused, "I think I had better explain."

"Yes I think you had better," Robert replied sternly.

She stepped from the cabinet, the light from the window falling on to her face. Robert was immediately drawn to her eyes; they were green and what he had thought was dark brown hair was, in fact,deep auburn. 

He realised; she was really quite beautiful; her voice had a melodic reassurance to it.

"You see," she began, "this was my room, but when I saw you last night you look so worn out and ill that I decided to let you have it. You certainly looked like you needed a bed more than me."

"I don't understand," said Robert, "this room had been booked for me."

She smiled, "From what James the bar man told me, when you hadn't arrived at six someone on reception fouled up, and re booked it out. I don't think there was a spare hotel room available anywhere in London last night, what with airline passengers and people who couldn't get home due to the fog."

"So what you are saying is there was no room for me."

"Yes it seemed that receptionist was thrown into a right state when you turned up. All the rooms had been booked solid."

Robert frowned trying to digest what she had said; finally he asked "So where did you sleep?"

"Oh, I was all right I doubled up with Marge, my sister; it was like we were kids again," she said smiling.

He noticed that when she smiled dimples appeared at the corner of her mouth and her nose crinkled.

"It appears that I'm deeply in your debt. Miss err?"

"Teresa Kerr but please call me Terry."

"Well Terry, I honestly can't thank you enough, I was really worn out, last night, and it had been a long drive to get here. By the way, I'm Robert, Robert Barlow".

"I know," said Terry, "Your photograph, what you did in Afghanistan, and what's happening today has been in the papers for the last few days."

He looked surprised, "Never the less I am very grateful for what you did for me."

"That's all right, always glad, to support our boys in blue," she said smiling once more.

Trying to salvage the situation Robert said, "Look I've ordered some tea and toast would you like some, you could use the bathroom and change in there if you like."

"Well I could do with a shower, if you sure you don't mind, and my wash bags are already in there."

"Always glad to help a lady in distress."

They both laughed, her laugh was infectious 

She returned to the cabinet after selecting some clothes then returned, "I'll try not to be too long."

"There's no rush, take your time."

After the bathroom door closed, Robert rang through to reception to amend his order, and then began to clean up the room of his clothing, seeing his Grange track suit he slipped out of the bathrobe and put it on. 

He was hanging up his best uniform when there was a knock at the door. 

A waiter entered carrying a tray after placing it on the coffee table by the window and receiving a tip from Robert he left.

He was pouring out a cup of tea for himself when Terry emerged from the bathroom.

She had changed into jeans and a royal blue polo shirt, and she'd tied her hair into a ponytail and for the first time Robert really noticed her figure.

She had long slim legs emphasised by the tightness of the jeans, her breasts were rounded but unlike the modern trend not too large. She must be about five foot seven or eight, quite tall for a girl he thought. 

"Shall I be Mum?" he asked.

She chuckled "Please, white no sugar, do you mind if I pack my things I'm booking out today."

"Help yourself."

She reached into the wardrobe and took out a case, seeing Robert's case on the ottoman she placed hers on the bed.

"Don't let your tea go cold," warned Robert.

"Not be a minute there's not much to pack."

She returned to the table taking a seat opposite Robert, "There that didn't take long did it. There's only my wash bags to go in, then I'm done."

"Are you on holiday here in London?" She had a faint accent that he was struggling to place.

"No," she smiled," I live here in London, I've place in Chelsea."

Robert looked perplexed.

She continued, "We knew it would be a late night, it being the last night of the tour, and when the fog really started to thicken at five. John my manager, suggested over the phone that he book rooms for Marge and I here, knowing its only two hundred yards from the theatre, and it could be difficult getting back to Chelsea".

Suddenly he knew who she was. 

"You're Teresa Kerr a sort of classical singer."

.

Terry chuckled "sort of, yes."

"Oh, what an idiot I am, of course, you sang at the Aid for Hero's concert at the Albert Hall." 

She nodded.

Robert continued, "I'm not really into music or TV for that matter, preferring to read, but I remember seeing a poster advertising the event in Afghanistan," he said somewhat sheepishly.

"Thank goodness not all the public are like you, I'd go broke," she said bursting into laughter.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door; Robert went to answer it.

A tall man dressed in a black three-piece suit, clutching a bowler in one hand and a slim briefcase in the other, stood in the doorway.

"Flight Lieutenant Barlow, how do you do, I'm Captain Richard St John." Presenting a card from his waistcoat, the Grenadier Guards part on the card, confirmed Robert's suspicion of the man's tie.

"I'm with the palace staff, equerry actually," he said making his way into the room passed Robert.

Spotting Terry who was about to take a bite from a slice of toast in her hand.

"Good morning," he said nodding his head.

Terry merely nodded back.

"Oh, this is Miss Teresa Kerr. Terry, Captain St John." Robert said as a way of introduction.

"Well old boy," the Captain began, "I'm in a frightful rush today." Sitting down in Robert's chair uninvited.

He open the brief case and selected a slim folder; he continued "I know I should have seen you yesterday afternoon, but the blessed weather put paid to that. Now I have to dash around to see those who will be attending the investiture this morning, and I still have four more calls to make. So you will forgive me if we forego the pleasantries."

Opening the folder revealed a single sheet of paper and a card with what looked like the word Pass in bold letting.

He removed a gold Parker pen from his coat pocket and looking at Terry he said, "You did say Teresa Kerr?"

Robert nodded; He's recognised her; he thought.

He wrote something on the card then replaced his pen. "Well that just about does it", handing a sheet of paper and card to Robert, he said "I've organised a taxi for you, it will be outside reception at twelve forty five prompt. This outline's the do's and don'ts regarding Her Majesty. But some one-will be there to run you through the procedure when you arrive. You'll need to present the pass at the gate for the police to let you in. Any question's good." Not waiting, for Robert to reply.




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"Now I really must dash, it was a pleasure to meet you Miss Kerr, Flight Lieutenant." With that, he headed to the door, and Robert let him out.

"Now there's a man in a hurry," said Robert returning to the coffee table. 

"I thought he was going to ask you for your autograph."

"Poor man he did seem a little stressed," replied Terry.

Robert sat down in his chair picking up the piece of paper and the card; whilst Terry nibbled on her toast.

After a while, Robert raised his head from the documents. "Terry have you ever met the Queen?"

"Only once after the concert at the Albert Hall she came back stage and was introduced to all the performers. Why do you ask?"

"Well according to this" passing the card over to her, "you have the opportunity to meet her again."

Terry looked at the card; most of it had been typed but alongside Flight Lieutenant Robert Barlow written in ink was Miss Teresa Kerr and a scrawled initial.

"Why on earth did he think I was your guest?" Terry said her fore head screwing into a frown.

"Well," Robert looked, staring at the unmade bed and the two opened suitcases one, with what was obviously female under garments on the top. "I can see how he could have made a mistake."

Terry followed his gaze, her cheeks becoming bright red. "He thought we'd," she stopped, trying to find the words.

"Yes quite," said Robert a big grin all over his face.

"It's not funny," protested Terry, but then the reality of the situation hit her, and she began laughing too.

After they had calmed down, Robert looked at Terry, '"You know I'd not really thought about the investiture until now, but now I'm starting to get butterflies in my stomach.

Would you consider, being my guest today? I really could do with someone to hold my hand, and you are here?"

"But you must have family or friends, which should be your guest?"

"Nope, the only people I know in London are you and James, and I think he's working."

Terry studied his face; there was still a pale pallor to it, but his blue eyes were kind, and he sort of looked lost in this situation. 

She knew from the reports in the newspaper; he had suffered horrendous injuries. It seemed strange to her; he had acted over there with no regard to himself to save those boys, and yet here he seemed so unsure of himself.

"If you are really sure, then I'd be honoured to accompany you."

"Terry you're a saint, I'll be eternally grateful."

"As I said before, anything for our boys in blue," she said smiling.

"But I'll have to get home and change, I don't think Her Majesty would approve of jeans."

They quickly made arrangements; Terry would meet him in the foyer at twelve thirty. After retrieving her wash bags, and packing them, she left.

To be continued,



The Boys in Blue Ch. 04



He sat in the foyer with his walking stick between his knees, when a taxi pulled up, and Terry alighted from it. 

She was dressed in a tailored dark grey trouser suit wearing a black hat with a large brim; her hair must be in a bun under it, thought Robert, her long neck exposed.

He rose to greet her, "Well how do I look?" She asked.

"Fantastic," replied Robert, "how do I look?"

"Very handsome," and realised with a start that she meant it.

They had been chatting away, when a taxi pulled up; the driver entered the foyer, seeing the Uniform he walked over to Robert. "Flight Lieutenant Barlow?" He enquired.

Terry noticed the pronounced limp, as they walked towards the taxi, the walking stick taking the weight of his right leg.

Finding out that Robert didn't know London all that well. In fact, he had said he avoided it like the plague, she, began pointing out the places of interest.

Has they neared the gates to the Palace; he noticed that Terry had put on a pair of dark sunglasses. The usual throng of tourists was milling out side the gate; most appeared to be Japanese, festooned with cameras around their necks. The police sergeant checked the pass, and waved for the gates to be opened.

The taxi deposited them around the back of the palace in the quadrangle. Pulling up by the entrance of, two large doors which were opened. A man in a morning suit stood at the entrance.

After negotiating the steps awkwardly, Robert presented him self to the man. 

The man informed him that the investiture would take place on the next floor; Robert was eyeing up the long staircase with some trepidation, when the man indicated a lift of to the side, "you may find this easier sir," much, to Robert's relief.

When the lift opened another man in the same attire has the one down stairs was waiting. "If you would follow me sir," he said setting off down a long corridor.

Robert could not help but impressed by the furniture and decorations; the man entered a large room, tables by the wall were set out with cups and sources. He passed through this into another large room. 

Three rows of chairs were aligned in the centre of the room.

At the far end was a raised dais with doors behind it.

"If you will sit here sir," indicating a seat at the end of the last row, "it will make it easier for you when you have to go forward." He continued, "As you are to receive the most senior award today you will be called last. Stop two paces from Her Majesty bow, and say Your Majesty, then walk forward. If she offers, her hand, don't grip it too tightly. After that, you address her as Mam, as in jam, all clear?"

"Yes thank you," replied Robert. 

After sitting down with Terry on his inside, he watched as others entered the room, to join those already sitting down. 

He was twiddling with his walking stick, when he felt Terry take his hand in hers, she squeezed it, "relax, enjoy it," she whispered.

"If you say so Mam," coursing her to chuckle.

Promptly at two pm, the doors behind the dais opened, and the Queen emerged, flanked by Prince Phillip, and equerries. One of which was Captain St John now in uniform.

They all rose to their feet. The investiture had begun. 

When, Robert's citation was read out. Terry listened in horror at what Robert had done, his sheer disregard for his own safety; she all ready, was aware off some details from TV and newspaper reports. 

But being with the shy reluctant hero now, seemed even more pertinent, today. 

Robert's name was called he rose, passing his hat and walking stick to Terry, he said, "Hang on to these, for me please." 

With his shoulders pulled back, he marched forward.

Terry watched as he stopped and bowed then approached the Queen. Her Majesty seemed to stare at his face for several seconds, and they conversed for a few minutes and then Robert stepped back, a few paces bowed, turned and marched back to his seat carrying a small velvet box in his hand.

When he had sat down, Terry glanced at him, noticing a thin film of perspiration on his forehead, that walk had cost him dearly she knew. She slipped her hand into his and gave it a little squeeze; she was suddenly overcome with a feeling of emotion and pride for him.

The Queen stepped down form the dais, and every one rose. She walked down past the rows of chairs, into the other room followed by Prince Phillip and her equerries. Has they passed, the front row followed, and then the second, and then Robert's row followed them in.

Inside liveried servants were distributing tea and cakes. Robert and Terry accepted tea but turned down the cakes moving into a corner of the room. 

Suddenly Prince Phillip was before him, "That was a bloody good showing you put in over there Flight Lieutenant, bloody good show, congratulation on the award." He growled proffering his hand.

Robert was surprised at the strength of his grip. "Thank you sir," was all he managed to stammer.

After they had drunk their tea Robert said, "What do you say we get out of here."

Terry nodded; she realised he was quite shy and out of his depth in this kind of company.

Robert caught the eye of Captain St John, who came over.

"We'd like to leave now if there's nothing else."

"Oh, course old boy, I'll show you to the lift," he reached for a mobile phone in his pocket, "I'll warn transport you need a taxi," speaking into it, as he conducted them to the lift. 

At the lift he stopped and pressed a button, "Well, congratulation's on the VC, old man, I suppose we have to let you fly boys win one now and again." He said smiling and shaking Robert's hand.

As they got out of the lift, he could see a crowd of reporters and press photographers on the steps out side; a taxi was drawn beyond them. Terry was behind him rummaging in her handbag.

As he reached the top of the steps, camera flashes began to go off, and men with either note pads, or microphones were all shouting, at him at once. 

Robert felt confused and disorientated, and then one man stuck a microphone near his face and said, "What's it like to win the Victoria Cross Flight Lieutenant?"

Robert cleared his throat, trying to get his thoughts in order; finally he said. 

"A lot of people, both in the services and civilian life, both in Afghanistan and here at home. Went to a great deal of trouble, to ensure I would be alive, to receive this award today. So I think it's as much theirs, as it is mine. Thank you gentlemen." 

He began to move down the steps.

Fortunately at that moment a premier league football star, which had just received an OBE had appeared behind Robert, with his current girlfriend. Who was keen to display her new set of enhanced breasts.

Leaving Robert free to descend the steps, Terry was already in the taxi wearing her sunglasses.

As the taxi pulled away, and he settled into the seat, he looked over to her, "What's the matter, ashamed to be seen with me," he said with a smile.

"Oh, course not, you idiot, but this is your day, I would have been a distraction." 

He picked up her hand; it felt cool in his grasp, "I couldn't have done it, with out you; I'd rather fly a dozen combat missions than to go through that again."

Back at the hotel, Robert, led the way into the bar. James was behind it. 

"Hello sir you are looking much better than you did last night."

"I'm feeling much better thank you James," he paused, "James we're celebrating I need a bottle of your best Champagne and two glasses please."

Terry had already sat down, at a table by the wall. After James had served them their drinks leaving the bottle in an ice bucket. Robert raised his glass, "I'd like to propose a toast, to guardian angels, which look after the boy's in blue."

"You fool," she laughed, "So," she continued "what happens to you now?"

"Now I catch a train at seven fifteen and go home to Aventon."

"Where's that?" She asked.

Robert began to describe the small village, perched on a low hill above the River Avon. And the people who lived in it, Mrs Mac, and Archie her husband. Sir Wilber at the Manor. Jack and Ruby, who ran the village pub, The Archers. He described Lark Hill Cottage his home, and the surrounding area. 

He suddenly realised he'd been talking non-stop for well over an hour. 

But Terry looked enthralled by it all.

"Oh, it sounds wonderful," she murmured.

"It is, you have probably realised I'm not a city person."

"I'm not either, it's just where my work is."

He glanced at the Rolex; surprised to see it was ten past six. 

She saw what he had done, "I suppose I had better be going." She said.

"Terry," he paused not sure how to say this, "if you are ever in my neck of the woods, or you would like to take a break from London. I would love for you to see the village, there's plenty of room in the cottage, and Mrs Mac would be there to chaperone you."

She hesitated; there was some thing in the way he was looking at her; he's shy, she realised, but some thing else, that sent a shiver down her spine. 

"Well thank you, I don't really know what my schedule is at the moment, but I promise I'll think about it."

Robert reached into his pocket and extracted a card from his wallet, "This is the address and telephone number, if you do decide to come, all I'd need is for you to ring."

They stood up from the chairs; he proffered his hand, and she took it, but then moved closer, kissing him lightly on the cheek, "thank you for a lovely day." She whispered in his ear and then moved quickly towards the exit.

After settling his account with James, and saying good-bye, he moved to the reception to retrieve his case and greatcoat. When he asked for his bill, he was surprised to learn,young lady had settled it that morning.

He managed to catch the train with five minutes to spare. As he settled into his seat, he thought now for Home.

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The taxi stopped by the gate after he had paid off the driver; he picked up his case and greatcoat, and descended the four steps down to the pathway, which led to a large old oak front door. A brass plate with engraved lettering announced that this was Lark Hill Cottage, was screwed into a Purbeck granite block, the material used in building it. 

The cottage was old; the concrete lintel above the door had the date 1825 chiselled into it. 

The cottage had been built for the manager, who ran the estate for Sir Wilbur's ancestors, when the estate had been much greater. Taxes and death duties had necessitated selling off some of the land to pay them.

The door was unlocked, has he knew it would be; he'd seen Mrs Mac's old Ford Escort parked up when the taxi drew up.

Standing in the large living room, he shouted, "Mrs Mac, I'm home."

Mrs Mac came rushing out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a red checked pinafore that she habitually wore. 

"Oh Robert," she cried, flying into his arms and kissing his cheeks, tears starting to run down her face. Eventually, she pulled back staring up into his face, "You look so pale and thin, have they nay been looking after ye, in that hospital?"

"Oh yes, but I've been cooped up in a room for over five months, but now I'm home I'll be able to get out side more."

She frowned not convinced at his explanation, "Well let me make you some thing to eat, it won't take a minute."

"No, thank you, all I need is my bed; it's been a long day." 

"Well if you're sure, your bed is all made up, and I'll be around tomorrow morning to make your breakfast."

"OK, Mrs Mac," he said kissing her on the cheek.

After slipping on her coat and locating the car keys, she turned at the door and said, "Good night dear, it's so good to have you home again, where you belong."

After bolting the door, and turning down the light diffuser.

Robert moved over to the drinks cabinet; the only bottle that was in it was a half empty Jameson. Pouring out a good measure, he sat down in the old black winged leather chair that had been his fathers, in front of the huge, inglenook fireplace. The fire was dying, the orange embers, casting a ruddy glow into the room.

As he sipped his drink, he thought of Mrs Mac and Archie her husband. 

They had been like surrogate parents to him, for as far back as he could remember.

They had been brought to Aventon, when Sir Wilbur's father sold the estate he held in the Highlands. 

Archie had been twenty years old at the time, recently married to Agnes his seventeen-year-old bride. He worked on the estate as a junior gillie and gamekeeper. Sir Wilbur's father had been impressed by the young Scot's hard work and his direct but honest manner, and offered him the position of gamekeeper at Aventon, the Gatehouse Cottage went with the job.

When Robert's parents moved to Aventon, and his mother, had started work at Odstock Hospital, she started looking around for a daily help, and Agnes McKee was hired.

Within a very short while, the two women became very close friends, and the titles Mrs Barlow and Mrs McKee were dropped, in favour of Aggie and Mickey. 

Why his mother was named Mickey, she'd been christened Lillian, Robert never did find out. 

Mrs Mac couldn't have children; she'd seen specialists at his mother's urging, but it wasn't to be. 

So in many way's, Robert became the child she couldn't have, he spent as much time as a youngster at the Gatehouse Cottage, as he did at home. Archie would take him around the estate exploring the three-mile stretch of the River Avon that ran through the estate. He taught Robert how to fish and shoot, and developed his interest in wild life.

Robert finished his drink, and was moving towards the staircase, when he had a sudden thought, Terry, the slight accent; she was a Scot; he suddenly realised.

The following morning, after his shower and shave, he went down stairs, the aroma of frying bacon drew him to the kitchen.

"Won't be long," said Mrs Mac, "sit down at the table."

After breakfast Mrs Mac, started the questions.

Robert gave her the pocket version glossing over the injuries he'd had. 

He had to think what the Queen had worn. But finally she seemed satisfied with his answers.

"I have to pay my respects at the Manor, this morning, will Archie be at home?" 

"No, he's up by the top copse, checking on the partridge chicks, a fox tried to get in two nights ago. I swear he thinks more of those birds than he does me, are you taking the car?"

"No, I'll take the bike, I need the exercise," he said.

After pumping up the tires, he opened the electric garage doors, his mother's car sat in the middle of the double garage covered in dust sheets, closing the doors behind him, to prevent any wind displacing them.

He started cycling up the hill, at the top the road passed round a bend and began to descend back down to the valley, half way down he came to the entrance of the Manor. 

Two large granite columns, surmounted with a unicorn on each, supported the huge wrought iron gates, which were opened.

Robert cycled through; Gatehouse Cottage was on the left of the entrance, he was freewheeling down the gentle slope of the half-mile drive, as he rounded the last bend the Manor came into view. 

Smaller than the Grange, but built in the same mode, it only boasted twelve bedrooms he knew. 

According to Sir Wilbur, the Fitzwilliam's could trace their lineage back to the Conquest. 

A house in one form or another had stood here for over nine hundred years.

They had changed over the years, being knocked down and rebuilt, destroyed by fire, or blown up, as was the case, when Oliver Cromwell's troops demolished it.

Sir Wilbur's ancestor had started the current structure in 1730. Who had made a fortune in the slave trade, with a fleet of five ships, crossing from West Africa to the Caribbean with slaves, and returning with sugar, cotton, molasses and rum to sell on the British market. 

When his son, who took over the business, realised from the rumblings in Parliament that the end of the trade was in sight. He bought a large sugar plantation in Barbados and became part owner, of the Rum distilling factory, winning locative contracts with the Royal Navy.

Robert knew this aspect of Sir Wilbur's ancestral history was a mute point with him. Never the less he still held land, and interests in Barbados, which had helped to pay off the taxman.

Robert rang the doorbell, after a short pause the door opened and Davis, Sir Wilbur's Butler stood there, a wide smile breaking out on his face, "Master Robert it's so good to see you again."

'Thank you Davis, is Sir Wilbur at home?'

"He's in his study," he said leading the way.

Davis announced him and ushered him in.

Sir Wilbur was sat in his armchair by a roaring log fire reading the Times. "Robert my boy," he said leaping out of the chair, and giving him a bear hug, saying over Robert's shoulder "Davis, we'll take coffee." 

"Yes Sir," said Davis closing the door behind him.

Breaking off from the hug he said, "Right pull up a chair, I want to know every thing that's happened, and don't skip the details." He commanded.

So, Robert began going into more detail than he had done with Mrs Mac. He knew that Sir Wilbur had been a serving Officer in the Second World War and would spot any glossing over.

When he reached the part of Sir Royston's involvement, Sir Wilbur interrupted, "Sir Royston Smith, I do believe he's a member of my club."

Robert knew; Sir Wilbur was a member of a very select club in Pall Mall, he and Robert's father used it, when England was playing at Lords. 

"So what happened next," he asked

By the time he'd finished Robert's mouth was dry.

Sir Wilbur sat back in his chair, thinking for a few moments, "What happens now Robert?"

"Well, I'm on three weeks medical leave, at the end of that, I will have to take a medical to see if I'm fit for flying duties."

"Do, you want to return to flying?" Sir Wilbur asked.

"Oh, course sir."

"Umm, you know Robert, your parents, would have been enormously proud of you, has I am, there always in my thoughts."

"Mine too sir," he replied.

After a few more, minutes talking Robert took his leave promising to come to dinner later in the week.

As Robert mounted the bicycle, he couldn't help, but feel sorry, him. He knew he had a son, Denis, who was on the board of a merchant bank in London. He had a place on the Thames at Kingston. But he hardly ever visited his father, his wife couldn't stand Sir Wilbur, and the feeling was reciprocated. He had a grandson who was at Eton, who according to Sir Wilbur, was being ruined by the mother.

Back at the cottage, he let him self in, Mrs Mac had gone. But, had left a note on the kitchen table, saying Archie and she would see him in the Archers that evening. After having a shower and changing, he lay on his bed, to take a nap, his leg was throbbing from the exertion of cycling. Strange he thought, as he lay there, but I never mentioned Terry's involvement, to either Mrs Mac or Sir Wilbur.

The Archers was the centre of the village life. 

A hostelry had stood there for hundred's of years, the large village green, that stood in front of it, had given it, its name. 

By law, the men of the village, had to practice archery in the Middle Ages on a Sunday, after service. The crown recognising the deadly effect, the British longbow had, had at Crecy and Agincourt.

Later it had become a Post House where horses were changed for the last 15-mile coach ride to Salisbury. 

But, with the construction of the new road, on the other side of the river, at the turn of the century, Aventon became a backwater.

Jack and Ruby Norris bought it ten years ago. 

Jack had served his time as a chief studying under some of the best chief's in England and France; he'd met Ruby, at the hotel he was working in at London. She had been a senior receptionist, and they fell in love and married. They had both shared the same vision, to have their own place, and live in the country.




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That dream came true, when they bought The Archers, it took a lot of work, and the first few years were difficult, but with Ruby's managerial skills, and Jack's cooking people began to take notice.

Now, at weekends the place was packed with diners coming from Salisbury, Fordingbridge, Ringwood and Bournemouth. 

The horse stalls, were converted into the restaurant, and being a free house, Jack could cater for his customer's tastes in beer, larger and wine from a wide range of breweries.

Robert ducked his head as he entered the pub, like most of the old buildings in the village the ceiling height were only about seven feet high. 

There were already about a dozen people clustered around the bar, including Mrs Mac and Archie. She was talking, the rest listening intently. Ruby was behind the bar with her elbows on it supporting her head. 

She spotted him coming through the door; with a yell she galloped round the bar and grabbed him pulling his head down into her ample bosoms. 

Jack came rushing out of the back, still in his chief's whites, wondering what the disturbance was. Robert suddenly found him self being kissed by the women, being slapped on his back or having his hand pummeled by the men. 

Later, as he walked home up the hill, back to Lark Hill, he felt a comforting sense of belonging. 

Over the next three days, Robert developed his routine, after breakfast, he would spend two hours carrying out the exercises that Ted had shown him. 

Then he would either go for a long walk or a cycle ride, each time increasing the distance. 

On the fourth day, he received a parcel; opening it; he found a laptop case, with a note. It was from Ann at the Grange. Hadn't he realised that the laptop was his; Sir Royston had bought it for him; the note read. 

Later that afternoon he wrote a long letter back to Ann thanking her and Sir Royston, saying how he was and asking her to pass on his best wishes to the staff. Sealing the letter, he told Mrs Mac, who was in the kitchen doing his laundry that he was going down to the village shop that doubled as the post office to buy a stamp and post the letter.

When he returned, Mrs Mac popped her head round from the kitchen, "Robert", she said, "There was a phone call for you, some one called Terry, she left a number and asked if you could ring her, when it was convenient." She passed over a scrap of paper with a London telephone number on it. "She sounded very nice, I'm sure she had a Scottish accent."

Robert took the paper, his stomach turning over, and rushed upstairs leaving a perplexed Mrs Mac, staring after him

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Robert grabbed the phone from his bedside table, sitting on the bed he punched in the numbers, his mouth suddenly dry, on the third ring, Terry said "Hello"

"Terry hi, its Robert, I'm returning your call."

"Hi Robert I err. Well, my schedule is pretty slack at the moment, and I wondered if your invitation to see your village was still open."

Robert's stomach turned over again, suddenly it became important that he should see her again, "Of course it is, when can, you come down?"

"Well I'll have to check on the trains, but would tomorrow be too soon, say in the afternoon or evening?"

"Sounds great, when, you know what train you're getting, phone me, and I'll meet you at the station with Buttercup."

"Ok, bye." She broke the connection.

Robert sat, trying to get, his thoughts in order. Jumping to his feet he dashed down stairs.

"Mrs Mac", he called urgently 

"Whatever is the matter", she said alarmed

"I've a visitor coming to stay tomorrow, she could use Mum and Dad's room, if you could get it ready please. Her name is Teresa, but she likes to be called Terry, Teresa Kerr, I think she's a singer."

Mrs Mac looked stunned, "Not The Teresa Kerr; she's our favourite singer; she's got the voice of an angel," she paused mentally checking of what needed to be done, "we'll need flowers, lots of them, I'll sort that out, do you have any thing in for the lass to drink, when she gets here."

"Heck no, I'll see Jack and organise some."

"Right, I'll get on to Archie he can mow the grass at the back."

Robert dashed out grabbed the bike and peddled furiously down to The Archers.

Ruby was behind the bar with only three customers in the lounge.

"Ruby can you ask Jack if he could spare me a moment please."

"Jack," she yelled, "Bob wants to see you."

Jack came out from the kitchen, seeing Robert at the extreme end of the bar, and walked towards him.

"Jack I need a favour, a big favour," he said in a low voice, "I've err got a friend coming to stay tomorrow, and I don't have any drink in at home." 

"So what's the problem don't you know what he drinks?" Enquired Jack.

"It's not a he; it's a she, and I don't have clue what she drinks, well I know she drinks Champagne." He said as an after thought.

"Look," deciding to come clean, "Her name is Teresa Kerr she helped me in London during the investiture, I believe she's a singer."

Jack looked at him in open mouth astonishment, "What bloody planet have you been on Bob, her last three disks, went platinum."

"Oh, so she's well known then."

"Err, yes, just a bit," laughed Jack

"So, what do you think I need to get in?" 

"Well knowing the circles; she would move in; it would be the best," he reached into apron pocket and pulled out pad and pencil, "how long is she here for?" 

"I, don't know, let's assume it's for a week, you choose the vintage Jack, also Champagne, and I'll need Whiskey, Brandy, Gin and Vodka and mixers to go with them." 

"Let's see, wine, say six bottles of white, and six of red," he paused.

"She means a lot to you?" Said Jack with a twinkle in his eye.

"No," said Robert on the defensive, "it's just that, I owe her a lot."

"You are going to owe me a lot, when you get the bill for this lot." Jack said laughing.

"Don't worry Bob, I'll make out a list, and phone it through to my stockist, it should arrive tomorrow morning, and I'll bring it up to the cottage."

"Oh, one more thing Jack, we'll be eating here to morrow night, reserve me a quite table please." 

"Don't suppose, you know what she likes to eat either?"

"No sorry."

Jack just rolled his eyes.

To be continued.



The Boys in Blue Ch. 05



On entering the cottage door, he immediately heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner coming from upstairs. 

He stopped and tried to collect his thoughts, the car, he remembered, and I have to charge the battery.

He always disconnected the battery and put it on the workbench of the garage, when he knew he would be on overseas duty. Passing through the side door into the garage, he located the battery charger, on the shelf and the bottle of distilled water. Two of the cells required a drop. With the charger connected, Robert knew that the battery should be fully charged by the following morning. 

By the time, Mrs Mac left at six, warning him that she would be back early in the morning. Robert was feeling quite exhausted; she'd had him polishing brass and washing china, and vases, whilst she galloped up and down stairs, carrying towels, curtains and duvet covers, where she got her energy from, baffled him.

Terry had phoned earlier to say she would arrive at Christchurch at three thirty. Robert knew she could have got a link through to Salisbury, which was only fifteen miles from the village, but he preferred the longer journey from Christchurch particularly the stretch of the A338 from Ringwood to the village, which followed the course of the Avon.

He was woken, by the noise coming from downstairs; Mrs Mac had started early he realised; it was a little after seven thirty. 

After he had showered and shaved, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. 

He knew he favoured his father in looks and height, although he had his mother's eyes, but where his father's hair was always tidy Robert's refused to be tamed, invariably falling down near his fore head necessitating him to push it back with his fingers. He'd noticed the few strands of grey hair, either side of his ears at the Grange, that hadn't been there prior to the wadi incident.

He dressed quickly putting on fawn cargo slacks and a maroon long sleeved polo shirt, slipping his feet into a pair of tan slip-on's he went down stairs.

"Don't walk on the floor, go round," commanded Mrs Mac "I'll make your breakfast later when I've finished the floor."

She was washing the ancient stone slabs, which made up the floor of the cottage; the throw rugs piled up by the fireplace.

"Ok I have to go into the garage and get the car ready," he said edging round to the garage side door. 

In the garage, he pressed the button that opened the double door, and then began to remove the dustsheets, that hid the car, revealing Buttercup.

That was the name his mother had given it. 

A bright yellow Toyota Celica, she had loved this car. She claimed it reminded her of her miss spent youth that she had never had the opportunity to miss spend. 

Although Robert had given Archie his father's old Land Rover after their deaths, he couldn't bear to part with the Celica.

Popping the bonnet, he quickly connected the battery and at the first go it burst into life. He drove it forward stopping it on the flat area of the drive, before the drive rose slightly to the double gates, which fronted the main road. 

After changing into the Wellington boots that had been his fathers, he began to clean the vehicle.

After nearly three hours, he stood back to admire his handy work, the car gleamed inside and out, although there was still a slight musty smell, a legacy from being closed up for over eight months. He opened the sunroof and dropped the side windows to let the air circulate.

He was putting the hosepipe and bucket away, when Jack pulled up in his Range Rover, and started to unload boxes, he went to give him a hand.

As he opened the door, a voice rang out "wipe your feet."

In the kitchen, Jack took over storing the bottles placing the white wine and Champaign in the large chest fridge and the red in the empty wine rack by the fridge.

They loaded all the spirits and mixes into the drink cabinet, indicating the last box, Jack said, "nibbles," in it were crisps, olives, dips peanuts and cashew's.

"Thanks Jack I hadn't thought of those." 

"No problem Bob, it must be a new experience entertaining a lady, for you."

Robert flushed, has Jack carried on, 'I've put the bill in the bottom, I'm only charging you at cost, and by the way what time do you want to eat tonight?"

"Oh, eight thirty or nine."

"Fine so I'll see you tonight," with that Jack left.

************** 

Mrs Mac left at two promising to be back by the time Robert returned with Terry. 

He intended to call in at Ringwood and draw out some cash from the ATM, before going on to the station. He had showered and changed again into cavalry twill slacks, and a blue polo shirt under his old black leather bomber jacket.

Although he had driven slowly, he was still at the train station fifteen minutes be for the train was due to arrive. He'd bought some cigarettes and mouth spray in Ringwood, now he was on his third, its ridicules he thought; I don't smoke. Well only when I'm stressed out, but what have I to be stressed out about, he admonished himself.

The distorted tinny voice announced the imminent arrival of the London train. He snubbed out the cigarette then sprayed his mouth.

He waited by the gate, as the Guard began checking the tickets of the alighting passengers, and then she appeared, carrying a suitcase and small vanity case. 

She was wearing jeans again, tucked into long black boots with red leather bomber jacket, her hair in a ponytail. 

She was looking around, trying to find him; he stepped out from the alcove. 

"Hi" he said, "can I help a lady in distress?"

"Hi" she replied her face breaking out into a wide smile.

His heart skipped a beat, at the warmth of her smile. 

He led the way out to the car, carrying her case.

She laughed "So, this is Buttercup, I thought you were going to turn up with a pony and trap."

He laughed, "It's my mother's old car, that's what she called her, and it's kind of stuck."

Robert drove through Christchurch, slipping on to the duel carriageway of the Bournemouth by Pass. At the end, he negotiated the roundabout, before joining the A31 for half a mile, before taking the A338 to Salisbury. 

He glanced at her has he drove god but she is so beautiful he thought. 

They had been chatting away about the train journey, and Robert had been pointing out places of interest, as they crossed the flyover bridge at Fordingbridge that bypassed the town. 

Robert said, "I'd better pre warn you, but it seems everyone in the village is an ardent fan of yours, Mrs Mac almost wet herself when I told her you were coming."

"Oh, dear," Terry replied, "I think I've only got half a dozen publicity photographs in my case, do you think that will be enough?"

"Doubt it," replied Robert.

He turned off the A338 onto a country lane passing over an old hump backed bridge the River Avon flowing below it.

"Nearly there now," Robert announced.

The car climbed up the slight incline of the hill, Oak and Maple trees, forming a canopy over the road, as they cleared the top, and the village lay below them. 

He stopped the car so she could look.

The village green with The Archers behind it, and behind that, the square Norman tower of the church, with yew trees growing by the wall. A dozen or so cottages lined the road, some with thatched roofs, at the end, the village store and Post office.

"Oh, Robert it's lovely," her face aglow with pleasure.

He climbed the hill from which the cottage took its name, at the top he swung the car round to pass through the drive gates, pulling up in front of the garage.

As he opened the boot to retrieve her cases, he could see her staring at the cottage.

"The garage, is the only new thing that's been added, to the outside, but Dad insisted that it should be built in the same granite, as the main building. He also insisted that the UPVC of the door, be the same colouring as the oak door and windows," he explained.

At the door balancing the cases in one hand, he opened it allowing Terry to pass through.

Mrs Mac was standing in the centre of the living room, wearing a new dress over which was a clean new pinafore, the typical red checked.

Robert feared for a second that she would curtsey to Terry.

But Terry resolved the situation, by taking her hand in hers and saying, "you must be Mrs Mac, Robert has told me all about you, and your husband Mr Archie McKee. It's so nice to meet you Mrs McKee."

"Thank you Miss Kerr, and the name is Aggie," a broad smile breaking out on her face.

"And my name is Terry, Aggie."

"Robert take Miss err Terry's cases up to her bedroom, while I make some tea, or would you prefer coffee Terry?'

"Oh, tea would be heaven."

As Robert mounted the stairs, he saw Terry following Mrs Mac into the kitchen. Well he thought they seem to have hit it off.

After tea and Mrs Mac's scones with clotted cream and homemade strawberry jam, Terry sat back and said, "It takes a Scot to make proper scones."

This brought a flush of pleasure to Aggie's face.

"Well if you have had enough, I'll take you up to the bedroom. I'm, sure you'd like to freshen up."

In the bedroom, Terry looked around. A woman designed this room she knew. 

A king size four-poster bed, complete with curtains and canopy dominated it. 

One wall was taken over by built in wardrobes, while by the bow window was a large dressing table complete with side mirrors. 

A vase filled with daffodils and tulips placed to one side and a photo of Robert, in uniform, on the other. 

The chest of drawers was placed near the door leading to the en-suite bathroom. 

"Oh, it's lovely Aggie. Robert's mother had a say in this room didn't she?"

"Ay, Mickey let Tom chose most of the furniture that was made for downstairs, though she selected the kitchen equipment. But she insisted how this room was to be furnished."

After showing Terry how to operate the shower and the bath in the spacious bathroom, and indicating where the towels were. Aggie said, "I'll have to go and get my man's dinner ready for him, but I'll see you tomorrow Terry."

Terry embraced her giving her a kiss on the cheek, "thank you Aggie; I'll see you tomorrow," little realising she had just made a friend for life.

She returned downstairs having unpacked, showered and changed, into a skirt and jumper forty-five minutes later.

Robert was by the fireplace putting a log onto the fire.

"All sorted," he inquired.

She nodded. 

"We are having dinner at the Archers tonight at eight thirty," he continued, 'I'll put the car out in the road then get changed myself."

"Can't we walk down, it didn't look that far," Terry replied.

"If you are sure, yes. Well I'll put the car away, and then go up." 

Picking up the car keys from the stand, he went out. Ten minutes later he returned, moving to the staircase, "won't be long, why don't you have a look around."

The living room was large, to the right of the huge Inglenook fireplace, was the kitchen, which she had already seen, and to the left was a door that opened into the study, a man's study she realised. 

One wall was taken over by bookshelves, from floor to ceiling, crammed with books of all descriptions and subjects.

The desk was by the window with a large flat-faced monitor, keyboard and mouse in the centre. To the side, a photograph of a woman in nurse's uniform, she had a warm friendly smile, she had Robert's eyes, Terry thought. On the other side a photo of Robert in RAF Cadet Uniform. 

By the side of the desk, was a chest of drawers with a laptop on it, and to the side of that a tall filing cabinet.

She discovered the formal dining room with its antique table, which could seat eight in the matching chairs, along with a long cabinet from the same period. Above it, a mirror that reflected light from the wrought iron chandler.

She was studding a photo when he came back down.

"Is this your Mum and Dad?" Terry asked indicating the photo.

"Yes," Robert replied, "it was taken the year we finally won the cup. That's Jeremy at the end with Sir Wilbur."

The photograph showed five people, Robert and a black man at each end, wearing crumpled cricket whites. Two older men dressed in vertical stripped blazers of maroon and cream, the one standing alongside Robert obviously his father, the resemblance unmistakable, and a woman, his mother in the centre, holding a silver cup. The pleasure and pride at winning the cup plain to see on all their faces.

"Jeremy took five wickets that day and I had 97 not out," he told her.

"Oh, it's wonderful Robert. Whoever decorated and furnished the cottage went to an awful lot of time and effort. It just seems to all fit in."

Robert smiled at the complement.

"Dad got most of the furniture, he went to auction sales all over the country, what he couldn't buy at auction. He had specially made by a master carpenter he found in Salisbury."

They chattered on about the cottage and its history, then Robert glanced at his watch, "we had better start making tracks."

"I'll just get my wrap," Terry replied.

Robert was wearing a black blazer over his blue open neck shirt, by the time she returned, with long brown woollen wrap around her shoulders.

There were no street lamps on Lark Hill; they only began at the general store, the first building in the village. But the lights from The Archers illuminated the village green.

By the time they entered the pub, Terry's cheeks were pink from the cold, of the late February night air. 

There was the usual crowd near the bar; some were playing domino's others at the dartboard. 

Robert introduced Terry to Ruby, who unusually for her seemed tongue-tied. 

But Terry put her at ease by insisting that Ruby call her Terry.

After taking their order, Ruby said she would bring their drinks to the table he had reserved, which turned out to be the last table, at the end of the restaurant. 

They had settled into the leather bench seats, when Ruby arrived with their drinks, shortly followed by Jack, resplendent, in his clean white chief's uniform.

"Good evening Sir...Madam", bowing his head slightly, "May I present this evening's menu," passing a white A4 card to each of them.

Robert was looking at Jack with a puzzled expression, on his face, but if Jack saw it he ignored it and moved away.

It wasn't the usual mid-week menu. Jack changed it at the weekends for the visitors who came from outside of the village. 

But in either case, the menus were usually in red leather folders.

Robert looked down at the menu. Most of it appeared to be written in French, his worst subject at school.

Terry's eyes were opened wide as she studied the menu.

"This is amazing," she gasped, "These are all, my favourite dishes."

Jack returned "are we ready to order?"

Robert gave a curt nod.

"Madam," he said turning to Terry.

"Oh, I just don't know I'm spoilt for choice."

"May I suggest," said Jack.

There then followed a long conversation most of it in French, before Jack turned to Robert

"Sir," His pen poised above the note pad.

Robert realised; he was being set up.

"I'll have," ignoring the menu, his eyes narrowed, "avocado pear and prawns, followed by an Angus fillet steak with chips, fried onions, mushrooms and green peas.'

"And how would sir, like his steak cooked?"

"Perfectly," growled Robert.

As he bent to retrieve the menu from Robert, Jack whispered but loud enough, so Terry heard.

"Philistine."

Terry was covering her mouth with her hand trying to stop herself from laughing.

"Will sir, be taking wine with his meal," Jack inquired in the officious tone.

"Yes... but perhaps you and madam can decide," Robert growled again.

"A wise decision sir," replied Jack with a deadpan face.

After Ruby had cleared away the plates and cutlery and they were sat drinking their coffee 

Terry said, "I can't remember ever, having a meal as good as this; he's a genius."

Robert heard Jacks footsteps on the flagstones.

"Well for a small village, I suppose he's not bad, for a cook."

Jack appeared with a coffee percolator in his hand, his eye's narrowed.

"Now you two stop it." Terry said before Jack could open his mouth. 

"Hi Jack I'm Terry, could Ruby and you join us for a drink?"

The four of them had been talking for over an hour, 

Jack telling Terry of the hotels and restaurants he had worked at, in London and France". Flushed with the praise, she heaped on him, whilst Ruby moaned that it was his cooking that had ruined her figure.

Eventually Robert said to Jack "we had better be going, can I settle up with you."

He followed Jack to the bar pulling out his credit card. 

"Add the drink you brought this morning to it," 

Jack was reaching for the chip and pin machine when Robert continued.

"Now, you sod, how the hell did you know what she liked?"

"Well," said Jack, in a superior voice, "some would say it was witch craft, others would claim I'm physic, all I would say is it's amazing what you can discover, on the Internet.'

Over the next two days, Robert took Terry first to Poole Quay, and they wondered the narrow streets of the old town hand in hand. 

They drove down to Sandbanks and crossed over to Shell Bay on the chain ferry. Then climbed the Purbeck Hills to Corfe and its castle, stopping to have a cream tea in the village. 

On another day they visited Christchurch, with its ancient church, and the ruins of the Priory; they watched the fishermen in the punt, below the old bridge that spanned the River Avon.

Later, they drove down to Mudeford Quay, were the rivers Avon and Stour, joined the sea. 

"Robert it's all so beautiful, I never realised that such places excited."

He looked at her face, has she gazed across the sea to the Needles on the Isle of Wight. He couldn't help but think; she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, not only her looks but also her personality. 

The way she put everyone at ease, who met her, everyone was the same to her, no matter who or what they were. 

He desperately tried to suppress the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. 

It was ridiculous to even consider, that a girl like her, could ever look on him has anything, other than a friend, but her friendship, he knew he valued.

Robert had just returned from his morning run; noticing Archie's Land Rover parked be side in the road. 

On entering the house he heard laughter coming from the kitchen, it stopped suddenly when they saw him.

"What's the joke?" Robert asked.

"Hock, we was just discussing the hay harvest," Archie said with a deadpan face, continuing, "now that you're here, I can tell yer, yer've both been invited to have dinner at the Manor tomorrow night, drinks at eight thirty."

Terry's face went white, "I don't have anything to wear for that kind of occasion."

"No problem," replied Robert "after I've had a shower, we'll take a run down to Bournemouth, I'm sure you will find something there."

After the third shop had not produced anything suitable for Terry, he suggested another boutique, in the town.

Arriving at the store, and having been mildly embarrassed by the goods on display in the other shops, Robert made an excuse, that there was something he needed to see in a hardware store next-door.

Ninety minutes later, she emerged from the shop carrying a large box. 

When she saw Robert, she broke into a wide smile, "Co Co Channel was quite right, a girl should always have a little black dress."

Leaving Robert wondering what she was talking about. 

Robert was in the act of pouring out sherry, when she came down the stairs. 

He stopped frozen, the bottle still in his hands. 

She was dressed in black chiffon dress with a boat neck and long sleeves, a full skirt ending just above her knees. She turned around the dress had a deep vee at the back, partially obscured by her hair which had been brushed back over her head, held in place with a clip, she was wearing black high heel slippers.




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"Well, will I do," she asked.

Robert's mouth had gone dry "you look absolutely stunning," he murmured.

"You don't look too bad yourself," looking pointedly at the black dinner suit he was wearing.

Davis led the way into the library, where Sir Wilbur received them. 

Robert introduced Terry formally as Miss Teresa Kerr; instead of shaking her proffered hand he kissed the back of it.

"I'm so very pleased to meet you my dear."

"Please call me Terry," delighted at his old world charm.

After pouring drinks for them, he began talking to Terry about music, and the operas he had attended, at Covent Garden, when his wife had been alive.

Eventually, Davis announced that dinner was ready, and they filed through into the large dining room. A room dominated by a table that could have seated twenty guests. 

There were only three table settings at one end, after putting Terry on his right Sir Wilbur took his place at the head of the table.

Throughout the excellent dinner, Sir Wilbur monopolised Terry. 

Robert was only drawn into the conversation when the talk turned to cricket. 

Terry learned, that Sir Wilbur's grandfather had presented the cup, The Fitzwilliam Trophy, for the nine villages in the area, to compete for at the end of the First World War. 

Sir Wilbur was the chairman of the village cricket selection team. 

But has he explained ruefully, now days there wasn't the talent available for selection in the village. Most of the young men and women moved out to the larger towns and cities, in order to find work. 

It transpired that Jack, was the Captin of the village team, as well has being the wicket keeper.

At the end of the night, when they were taking their leave, Sir Wilbur held Terry's hand and said, "It's not often these days, that I have the opportunity to talk to such a beautiful, intelligent woman, thank you my dear."

"And it's not often that I meet such a charming gentleman like you," and she kissed him on the cheek, bringing a smile of pleasure to his face.

Terry was silent all the way back to the cottage, back in the living room she said "he's such a dear old man, but I think that he's lonely."

Robert merely nodded "would you like a night cap?"

"Umm a Cognac would be nice."

She watched Robert pouring the drinks.

"You know back home in Scotland, that would be classed as heresy."

Robert looked down at the Jameson bottle in his hand.

"Oh, you mean Irish Whiskey," bringing her a brandy balloon to where she was sitting in his mother's chair.

Settling into his father's chair, he continued.

"There is a reason for it; you see it's in the distilling. American Whiskey is only distilled once. Scotch Whiskey is distilled twice, but Irish Whisky is distilled three times, and do you know why that is?"

She shook head listening to him intently.

"To be sure, To be sure, To be sure".

"You fool," she said throwing a cushion at him and bursting into laughter.

When she came down the next morning, Robert was lighting the fire, although the cottage had central heating, they still lit the fire, more for its atmospheric reasons than for its heat she reasoned.

He was dressed in his track suit ready to go for his jog, as she moved into the kitchen to switch on the kettle, she said, "I should check my e-mails, could I use your PC?"

"Oh course," standing up from the fire "whose your server?"

"BT Internet," she said over her shoulder.

"Same as ours," as he walked into the study.

He emerged a few minutes later, "all set up for you, just put in your address and 

Password and it should connect. I'm off now, see you in a couple of hours." He murmured as he passed through the front door.

Terry knew he was stepping up his training periods, with the medical looming closer.

After dealing with the few, e-mail that had been in her in-box, Terry noticed the Media Player tab after, closing down the server.

Curiosity overcame her, and she tapped the tag. 

She was surprised at the vast amount artists that were available; Mickey Barlow's taste she realised covered the entire musical spectrum, from classical to pop. 

She selected the Playlist tab, which revealed another page with folders on it, each folder having a title ranging from Classical to Disco.

She selected Standards; the screen changed, and a list of over fifty song titles appeared, at the same time the sound of Peggy Lee singing, the folks who live on the hill, came from the living room. 

She didn't hear him return; the deep rich voice of Nat King Cole was filling the room, she was sitting in his mother's chair her head back against it with her eyes closed an empty mug in her hands.

He looked down at her, remembering that's how his mother had always sat when listening to music.

She opened her eyes startled, 

"Robert I didn't hear you come in, I...I hope you don't mind my playing the music."

"Of course I don't mind, in fact, it seems more like home hearing it."

She smiled "well I'll start breakfast while you have your shower."

It being Sunday she knew Aggie would be in Church it being her day off. 

She and Robert had decided to have a quiet day at the cottage, and she would cook dinner later.

He had to admit she was a good cook, as he pushed his empty plate back. 

He knew from what she had told him that she and Marge had helped their parents in running a small hotel on the banks of Loch Lochy. Either in the kitchen or serving the guests prior, to being selected for the Royal Academy in London. 

She was sat opposite him at the table, "you don't go to church?" She asked.

"No...not now," he paused before adding "the last time I entered one, was at their funeral."

"I'd like to see the church, and where they are laid, that's if you don't mind I....I can go there on my own."

"I'll take you down; if we go about eleven it should be empty."

The church was small, like a hundred other small village churches, spread around the country, dominated by its ancient Norman tower.

Inside, a stone font was by the doors. A dozen old oak pews arranged either side of the aisle. Before the altar, was a more ornate pew, bearing the Fitzwilliam coat of arms. 

On the walls were various plaques, celebrating the life and death of Sir Wilbur's ancestors.

Robert stood by the font; whilst Terry moved down the aisle, sliding into a pew, she knelt and prayed. 

He watched her suddenly moved at her faith, her auburn hair highlighted by the light streaming in from the stain glass windows.

When she re-joined him she smiled, "Back home we go to church every Sunday, but I never seem to get the chance, in London."

Robert led the way through the well-kept graveyard, granite head stones, some so old the lettering had almost been erased by the ravages of time. 

Near the top, in one corner, shaded by Yew trees, stood a plain white marble head stone. 

Robert stopped before it. 

Terry read the inscription then looked at him in puzzlement.

"I couldn't think of a suitable sentiment at the time...I still can't," a sad smile upon his face "it just seemed such a terrible waste."

All that the stone bore, was their names, date of birth and date of death.

They walked back to the cottage in silence, each engaged in their own thoughts.

Once back in the cottage Terry started to explore the kitchen to find what they would have to eat later that evening, 

Robert said he was going to check his mail and e-mails, which he'd ignored since Terry's arrival, saying she could still use the PC, as he would be using the laptop. 

She choose the Instrumental folder, then closed the study door quietly behind her.

An hour later she took a cup of coffee into him, "I hope you like pasta?" she began "you don't keep much in do you." Knowing that apart from breakfast he tended to eat out whilst at home.

"Oh,sorry Terry, I'd forgotten to stock up." He said with a smile of embarrassment.

"Yeah, just like a man," pleased to see he had shaken of the gloom of the morning.

"Well we are having macaroni cheese with bacon."

"Sounds good to me," he replied with a grin.

When he emerged from the study, Terry was by the Agar cooker stirring something in a source pan wearing Mrs Mac's pinafore.

"Will I be required to change for dinner?" He asked in an officious voice.

She gave him a dirty look, "No, but you can lay the table in the dining room."

"Will madam be taking wine? If so she had better select it herself."

"Idiot, already selected," she laughed.

They were drinking coffee listening to Debussy's Clair de Luna playing softly in the back ground, when Robert broke the silence.

"I wonder if Mum has anything of yours on the PC."

"No, she wouldn't have, they didn't release a CD until the year following the tragedy."

She had selected the folder Composers; the next record to play was Gershwin's someone to watch over me. 

Robert smiled, "this was one of her favourite songs; she always claimed it was their song, hers and Dad's. But Dad always said it was The Carpenters, We've only just begun. I think he was right; she was always playing it."

"Which do you think?" Terry asked.

"Me, personally, I like the lyrics of the Carpenters, it sums up their life together." 

They were in the kitchen the next morning with Mrs Mac; Robert was telling her what a fine cook Terry was, and what she had prepared, when Terry's mobile rang. 

Terry moved into the living room to take the call, ten minutes later she returned to the kitchen her face solemn.

"I have to return to London tomorrow," she could see the look of disappointment on both their faces, "a window has opened with the recording studio and the orchestra is available. John my manager says it could be weeks before we get another opportunity." She shrugged apologetically.

"How long do you have to stay?" Robert asked.

"The studio is booked until the end of the week."

"So you could come back, after you've finished."

"Well, I suppose I could...but," looking at Aggie.

"No buts about it," said Aggie, "I don't intend to have to look at his miserable face until his leave ends."

"Then it's settled," Robert said,"I'll run you up to town tomorrow."

"No, I'd rather go up on the train," knowing the long drive could affect his leg.

Robert protested, but she was determined, and he had to reluctantly, concede.

*************

To be continued.



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Part 6. The boys in blue

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The cottage seemed empty without her, so as a distraction, he increased his exercise periods. Running or cycling twice a day, followed by the exercises Ted had shown him.

On Thursday, the letter arrived; he had to report to the Medical Board the following Monday in London, then, on the Wednesday, to RAF Renton reporting to Group Captain Carr.

He knew Alan would give him the result of the medical then.

He phoned Terry, later that evening, explaining that he would be in town to see the medical board on Monday.

Terry suggested that she would stay in town, and after he had seen the board, they could travel down on the train together. She gave him the address of her place in Chelsea.

The taxi dropped him off in a narrow lane, containing a terrace row of mews houses; he rang the bell at the number she had given him.

The door was flung open, and there she was, her face flushed with pleasure at the sight of him.

"So how did it go?" she asked once she had him seated in a small second floor lounge.

"They don't tell you, I'll find out on Wednesday at the squadron. Would you come with me?"

"Need me to hold your hand again," she laughed.

"Something like that," he replied with a chuckle.

He looked at his watch, "there's a train in forty five minutes if you are ready."

"Yes all packed," he'd noticed the suitcases down stairs.

On the train journey down, she told him of the work she had done on the album, and seemed quite pleased that they had managed to record three songs.

Robert was surprised, at how much time went into making an album.

"I thought you just stood in front of a mike and rattled of a few songs," he said.

"It's a little more complicated than that," amused at his lack of knowledge, of the record business, and went on to explain just what went into making a recording.

Aggie was waiting for them when they arrived at the cottage after giving her a big hug; Terry opened one of her cases and removed a presentation box of her CD's along with a photograph mounted in a case.

To Aggie and Archie, I love you both, Terry, had written on it. "For you Aggie," she said handing them over.

Then the pair were hugging and kissing again, tears flowing down Aggie's face.

"If we are going to the Archers tonight, I have set for Ruby and Jack," Terry announced. Noticing Robert was staring into the case she went on "the other set is for Sir Wilbur."

"What about me," he protested.

"Buy your own, I could use the money," she said laughing.

The following day, after dropping of the CD set, and photograph at the Manor.

He had to go into Salisbury, to pick up his medal ribbon, with the maroon tab, denoting his VC added to it.

Later they had a walk around the Cathedral and had tea by the river.

"You know, I should buy some of your CD's but I never know what classical singers, are singing about. Why does it have to be in a foreign language?"

Terry laughed, "Because most of the great classical numbers were written by foreigners. But I do have a CD of show numbers, Kismet, West side story, The King and I, and Brigadoon to name a few. Perhaps you would like that?"

"I'll buy it, but only if you will autograph it for me," he said.

"You really want your money's worth don't you," she replied laughing.

**************

Robert stopped the Celica, on the hatched marked area of road, twenty-five yards from the Guard Room.

Two RAF Regiment soldiers, armed with SA 90 rifles stood guard.

As he walked towards the Guardroom, to sign Terry in, six more soldiers followed by a Sergeant erupted from the room.

They quickly fell into line, on the Sergeants command, they came to the attention, shouldered arms and came to the present, the Sergeant about turned, to face Robert and gave him a sharp salute.

Robert stopped and returned the salute, "thank you Sergeant, carry on," passing into the guardroom.

A corporal was standing by the desk, with the visitor's book already turned round, to face Robert. He signed the book and was preparing to leave, when the Corporal said, "you forgot the VC sir," pointing to his name and rank.

Robert frowned, then realised that from now onwards; he would have to add the initials VC after his name, "sorry Corporal," he corrected the mistake, "is this what that's about," indicating the soldiers lined up at attention outside the door.

"Well, you're our VC Sir."

Outside the door, he paused by the Sergeant, "thank you Sergeant, and thank the men."

"No, thank you Sir," pride showing in his eyes.

Back in the car, he handed Terry the visitor's pass, which she clipped to her jacket.

"Is that normal?" She asked indicating the soldiers.

"No... normally only heads of State, or senior brass get that," he murmured.

He pulled up outside the Station building, a three-story brick structure, erected back in the early forties, which had the same standard design of all Station buildings of that time.

They walked along a corridor, finally stopping at a door with a brass plaque, with

Officers Mess engraved upon it.

The door opened, on to a large room filled with tables and chairs, some of them arm chairs. At the end of the room was a bar, with tall bar stools spread along it.

Seven or eight men in officer's uniform were clustered at the bar, laughing and seemingly all talking at once.

Suddenly some one noticed him, "Robbie," someone yelled, and in an instant he was surrounded by them, his back was pummelled, and his hand shook all seemingly at the same time.

Good-hearted banter concerning; Slacker sand Lazy bastard filled the air, and then he remembered Terry.

She was still standing in the doorway, with a look of amusement written all over her face.

He disentangled himself from them, and brought her into the room to introducing her, the men had fallen silent, at the sight of her.

They parted like the Red Sea, as he led her to the bar, where she perched herself onto a barstool.

He was shouldered aside, in the rush as the men, crowded round her, asking what she would like to drink, Robbie now forgotten.

A tall man, who had been standing by the bar, now detached himself, coming forward with his hand out stretched. Group Captain Alan Carr, Officer Commanding RAF Renton.

"Hello Robbie, I must say you look much better than you did the last time I saw you, at the Grange."

"I feel much better, thank you sir."

"Look, before we get you a drink, I have a Hawk outside, which needs a test flight, are you up for it?"

Robert had expected this; it was standard procedure for pilots, who had been badly injured, to see if they had lost any of their skill.

"Of course Sir."

Alan looked back at the bar. "I don't think your friend will miss us for a while."

Terry was lost to view, by the bodies surrounding her; each was vying for her attention.

Dressed in their flying suits, Robert signed for the Hawk, in the Flight Office.

After, carrying out the ground checks, they climbed into the cockpit; the ground crew buckled and plugged them in.

After lowering the canopy. Robert gave the signal to remove the chocks and then taxied to the end of the runway, where he lined up the Hawk and applied his brakes, lowering his flaps to take off setting.

Gaining permission from the tower, he slowly applied thrust releasing the brakes; the Hawk began to roll forward, he increased thrust, and the aircraft started to hurtle down the runway.

The vibration from the control column stopped, he raised the under carriage and climbed rapidly.

He was back in his element.

"Where too?" he asked over the intercom.

"Head west until you hit the coast," replied Alan.

Robert had over two hundred hours logged flying Hawks, first during his fast jet training, then later with the Red Arrows, until he had requested active service after the death of his parents.

The North Devon, coast, came into view, once over the sea Alan came in over the intercom.

"Okay, Robbie put her through her paces."

Robert needed no second invitation, the small, nimble jet, responded to his every movement. For the next thirty minutes, he rolled, looted, dived, banked all the manoeuvres he had ever been shown, plus a few that he put in for the hell of it, he was having fun.

Back at the Grange, he had despaired that he may never fly again, but now back in the cockpit, all the old thrill of flying came rushing back.

He flipped the Hawk, over onto its back and dived. Levelling out 300 feet above the waves, and rolled the nimble aircraft and then climbed.

He was almost disappointed, when Alan voice came in over the intercom.

"OK tiger, I think we can safely say you can fly, let's head back you have a guest waiting."

Once back, and changed into their uniforms, instead of entering the mess, Alan walked on, until he reached his office.

Settling himself down behind his desk, and indicating that Robert draw up a chair, he removed an envelope from the desk drawer.

"You will no doubt, will be relieved, to know you passed your medical, and that little jaunt, we just had proved you are ready for flight duties." He continued, "I'm very pleased to tell you that as of this moment, you are now promoted to a Squadron Leader; you'll receive official confirmation, in the post, in a few days."

Robert was stunned. "Thank you Sir I...I don't know what to say."

"Don't thank me yet Robbie, you are going to be doing a new job.

Now what I'm about to tell you is still secret. The squadron is going to be re-organised and re-equipped with A10s, or I should say, an improved A10.

That chat we had at The Grange reinforced what we had been thinking of for some time.

There are going to be made under licence by BA Systems; they will have Rolls Royce fan jet engines, which they claim, will give 30% more power than the General Electric Turbofans currently used. More importantly they will give you more range and allow for shorter take offs.

The airframe will be three feet longer, than the American A10 and two feet longer in the wingspan.

Now for the smart part that extra three feet are to make room for the electronics that will be fitted in it. It's going to have some of the same features that the Apache Longbow system has, but, without you having to wear a monocle. Instead relevant data will show on the Heads up Display. It will be fitted with the same 30mm chain gun as the Apache firing High Explosive Duel Purpose rounds, which will allow you to select, bursts in twenty round increments. The aircraft will be able to carry six Hellfire missiles, as well as rocket pods.

At the moment, the boffins are still working on the electronics, to see if they can tweak more out of the system."

Robert looked stunned.

Alan continued, "The first four aircraft are scheduled for delivery, in two months' time; you have a little over two weeks left of your leave, when you re-join, you are going to be shipped off to America, Arizona actually. You along with three others will undergo intense training on their A10s. The base, they have out there, is geared to A10 flying. You will spend four weeks with them."

Robert looked up, "Whom do I have in the squadron sir?"

Alan smiled, "Initially the seven hooligans, who are pestering your friend, you have Flight Lieutenant Tim Burton, whom I expect you'll want for your 2nd IC".

Robert nodded his head,

Alan continued, "Flight Lieutenants Dave Hardy, and Dick Winter's just been made up, Flying Officers Jim Robbins, Bill O'Neil, Tom Bell and Bob James".

Robert knew them all; they had all been members of the original squadron.

"We will select, the final four later, when we get service records in. The brass is keen to get the first A10s into the country by July. That's after the poppy crop, has been harvested, and the insurgents start playing up again. So you won't have a lot of time, to get the chaps familiar with the new A10s, and iron out any bugs. Any questions?"

"No sir." Robert replied, beginning to realise the task before him.

"Well then let's re-join the others, and you can introduce me to your friend."

When Alan opened the door of the Mess, he said in a loud voice, "Gentlemen your new Squadron Leader would like to buy us all a drink."

A howl went up, and he was again pummeled, whilst the men congratulated him, by the time he had disentangled himself from them. He could see that Alan had already introduced himself to Terry, and was talking to her, a pink glow of pleasure lighting up her face.

**************

It was growing dark, by the time they set off back to the cottage, Robert mind going over what Alan had said, and what work lay ahead, when Terry asked him to pull over.

Seeing a lay-by just ahead, he pulled into it and stopped the car.

He heard her seat belt unclip, has he switched of the engine. As he turned to her, she said.

"I've not congratulated you," and then kissed him full on his lips, she held the kiss for several seconds before breaking off.

Robert was stunned, his mind in turmoil, his heart racing.

He heard the seatbelt click, not daring to look at her, he re-started the engine and pulled back on to the road.

They drove back to the cottage in silence.

Once inside, the lights had been set on low with the dimmer switch, by Mrs Mac, the flames off the fire, casting flickering shadows into the room.

Robert faced the fire, unable to face Terry, who stood behind him.

"Terry," he began, trying desperately to find the words, "I value your friendship more than you'll ever know, and I would hate to lose it, but.... but please don't flirt with me. I couldn't handle that."

He turned to look at her.

There was a kind of anger, written across her face.

"Oh, you sweet, wonderful, bloody fool," she sobbed, "Don't you realise, I'm in love with you."

The blood drained from his face; he was totally confused, with her announcement.

"I never allowed myself, to dare hope that you could feel that way about me." He stammered.

"So do you think, you have feelings for me Robert?" She whispered, almost afraid to know the answer.

"Feelings," he stammered again, "I love you Terry, and I've never said that to any other girl. But I'm only a pilot I couldn't expect, to ever, interest, a famous girl like you."

She looked at him, seeing the earnest look in his eyes, eyes, of a shy bewildered boy.

Then suddenly she was in his arms, and he was kissing her, her lips felt so soft and warm, a tear, ran slowly down her cheek,

"Don't cry darling," he said suddenly scared.

"I'm crying, because I'm so very happy, you dope," giving him a smile.

He was sat in the armchair with Terry sat on his knees her arms round his neck.

"When did you know?" He asked.

"I think that day at the Palace, when you left your stick behind to receive the award, I knew how much pain you were in. But, you didn't want any sympathy, or pity, and seeing you like that, just melted my heart. When did you?"

"When you said anything for our boys in blue," he chuckled, "No seriously, the way you supported me at the Palace, holding my hand, the way you looked at me. I suddenly realised, what a wonderful person you were," he chuckled again, "but you never gave any indication of how you felt."

She sat back, looking down on his face.

"Bobby, do you think I'm the sort of girl, who would stay alone with a man, days on end without having some feelings for him. Surely my doing that, should have given you a clue."

She, had used the name his mother used for him, and he realised, he liked her using it.

He looked at her beautiful face and felt an emotion that he'd never felt before in his life.

"Terry I love you, I never want to lose you. I know this is sudden, but I know without a shadow of a doubt, that my feelings for you will never change. I know we both have careers, and there will be periods when we are apart. But I think we can surmount, those problems. A Squadron Leaders pay is not bad, and I have the cottage....and."

Terry put a finger over his mouth.

"The answers yes," his eyes looked puzzled "yes, I want to be your wife."

Then she kissed him, a long lingering kiss.

He suddenly got up, placing her back in the chair, "wait here," he commanded. With that, he dashed up the stairs; he returned minutes later carrying a small velvet box.

"Terry would you ware this," he opened the box, white gold engagement ring with a diamond surrounded by six other diamonds lay in it.

"It belonged to my Mother," he said, "but I'll buy you the best diamond ring in London when we go up."

She stared down at the ring; this ring had known a lot of history, and love.

"No Bobby, I'd like to keep this one, please if you don't mind," tears running down her face "I know how much your mother, loved your father, and somehow that love will continue with us."

"If you are sure darling, then I know Mum would have loved for you to have it. So what brought on the kiss in the car?"

She smiled pushing back his hair.

"Back in the bar, I looked for you, but the guys said you were flying, and I suddenly got scared. I realised that I had never told you how I felt if anything went wrong, if something happened to you. But the guys all said you were the best pilot in the squadron, and indestructible." She kissed him, "Anyway my tummy, was in a knot until you landed, and I vowed, there and then, to show you how I felt. I knew you were too shy or scared," she chuckled, "to do anything. When you didn't, return the kiss I thought you didn't care for me."

"You took me by surprise," he murmured "Terry, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, but you also have a lovely character, as well. The people you mix with, professionally are way above my station, and I'm enough of a realist, to understand, that I was fortunate to be your friend, but could never hope to be anything else, or so I told myself".

"Bobby you dope, considering you lead men, you know nothing about women. I can see that until you find your confidence, I shall have to lead you."

They talked and kissed for a long time before Terry murmured, "I'm going up."

"Good night darling," he said, "I'll lock up, then I'll be coming up."

He had stripped of to his shorts, and was lying on his back in bed, thinking of the miracle that had just occurred, with Terry, when the bedroom door opened.

Outlined. In the faint glow, of the hall light, he could see she was wearing a white lace negligee, her body outlined through it.

She moved to the side of the bed.

"Move over." She whispered, sliding the negligee of her shoulders, she was naked.

She slid in to the bed. Lying on her back looking up at him.

He was lying on his side supported by his elbow. They looked at each other for several seconds. Then, he slowly kissed her, then again, with more force. Her lips parted, and he could feel her tongue against his lips, his lips opened and his tongue and hers entwined.

He could, feel his arousal growing; he moved the duvet away from her shoulders revealing her breasts.

He hesitated, and then lowered his head to her breast, his lips lightly gripped her nipple while his tongue played over it, and it seemed to swell in his mouth.

Terry gasped and pulled his head down hard on to her.

His arousal was almost painful; he was struggling, to rid himself of his shorts, and then Terry's hand was there, helping him. Her hand enfolded his member, and she gave a low groan.

She wriggled, and then somehow, she was below him, he was resting on his elbows looking down on her, he lowered his head, to kiss her opened lips, she moved her hips and miraculously, he entered her.

He waited a heartbeat, and then gently moved.

His movements were slow and clumsy, but as the passion built, so did the speed of his thrusts, Terry groaned, her hands clasping his buttocks, the nails digging into them. Her legs were bent up entwining his thighs forcing him into her; her mouth opened, groans of ecstasy escaping from it.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 06



He could feel the delicious wetness, of her body trembling, with the passion, then he felt his body tensing; he tried to fight it, to make the moment last.

The climax came suddenly. Terry cried out, her body shuddering. His followed a second later the force of it shaking him.

He lay there, supported by his elbows, while he slowly receded, before rolling on to his back. His heart was racing, and he was trying to draw air, into his lungs.

When he had his body back in control he saw, Terry propped up on her elbows, looking down on him, a look of wonder, on her face. She lowered her head to kiss his forehead tasting the salt from the film of perspiration, which had formed on it.

He rolled her over on to her back gently kissing her eyes and her throat, whilst his hand cupped her breast, his thumb caressing her nipple, her head thrown back making low mewing noises.

"I have to say, I like how you lead," he murmured

Robert felt his arousal growing again, the muscles, in his body, clenching.

She lifted her head; smiling and murmured "I think you are ready to fly again Squadron Leader."

This time it was slower, and gentler, than the passion that had raged before.

She was laying on her back, looking up at him, "Do you think; I was being too forward coming into your room like this," she whispered.

He gazed down on her; her hair was cascaded behind her head, whilst her amazing green eyes sparkled with suppressed tears.

"No darling, I don't, I'm glad you made the first move, I don't know how I would have done it."

"That's what I thought; you really are, quite shy you know," she whispered again.

"OH, I think I can promise, I won't be in the future," he said with a quite chuckle.

They fell asleep, with Terry's head, resting on his chest, her arm thrown over his shoulder.

**********

When he awoke, she was gone. He showered and shaved quickly, before moving down stairs.

She was sitting at the kitchen table, with Mrs Mac drinking tea.

When they saw him, Mrs Mac rushed to embrace him, "Congratulations, but it's not before time, what took you so long?"

"What do you mean," he mumbled.

"Well any one with half an eye, could see the pair of you was meant for each other. So when do you intend to see her father?"

"Err, we'll have to discuss it."

After breakfast, and Mrs Mac had gone upstairs to tidy up, Robert beckoned Terry to follow him into the study, closing the door behind them.

"Terry", he began feeling totally ashamed, "Last night, well... I didn't have a condom."

She looked into his face, the anxious look in his serious eyes. Just like a little boy who had been caught, with his finger in the jam pot, she thought her heart filled with love for him.

"Don't worry darling I had that well covered," she smiled, then kissed him.

Breaking away from him, she continued, "Aggie was right, you will have to ask my father's permission you know."

They returned to the living room and sat in the armchairs, discussing it.

Mrs Mac had returned, giving no indication, that Terry's bed, had not been slept in, and joined in the conversation.

"What about Jeremy and Peal, are you going to tell them?" 'She asked.

After further discussion, Mrs Mac suddenly said.

"You still have, nearly two weeks of your leave left, so why don't you go and see Terry's parents, and then take her to Barbados to meet Jeremy, Peal and little Tommy. I'm sure Terry would like to meet them in person."

Robert looked at Terry, seeking her approval.

She nodded; her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Okay, the first thing, is to see if we can get the flights, I'll check out airline schedules and then we can work it out from there."

He stood and moved into the study, leaving the girls chatting excitedly behind him.

He returned an hour later, with a sheet of paper in his hand.

"It's doable," he smiled, "we can catch a flight to Inverness on Saturday from Gatwick, landing at 1-30pm. We leave Inverness on Monday morning, at 11am for Gatwick, and transfer to the Barbados flight, also from Gatwick at 1-15pm, returning to England the following Thursday morning. If you are satisfied with that. I'll book the flights."

'It sounds fine darling, but I'll have to phone Mum, to let her know we are coming, what about Jeremy have you asked him?"

Robert calculated the time difference in his head.

"I'll contact him later this afternoon; he should be awake by then, but I know it will be OK. They're always badgering to come over. Well if there's nothing else I'll go and make the bookings."

He returned to the study; whilst Terry put the call through to Scotland.

Later after Aggie had gone, she was sitting on his knees in the armchair her head resting on his shoulder; they had been discussing when the wedding would take place.

Trying to choose a date, between both their professional schedules, was tricky, more so for Robert than for her. Finally, he broke the silence.

"I'm almost sure that I'll be back by November, its nine months, can you wait that long?"

"I can wait for ever for you darling," she said kissing his throat.

His hand, was resting on her thigh, has he kissed her, his other hand around her shoulder.

He felt the tip of her tongue, on his lips, and opened his lips to let it in. Has the kiss grew more intense.

His hand on her thigh moved sliding the skirt up until he encountered skin; it continued to move, slowly upwards until he felt the material of her panties.

"Bobby," she said in a low voice "are you trying to seduce me?"

"If you don't mind," he mumbled.

She chuckled sexily, "let me give you a hand", she stood up and removed the skirt, and blouse leaving her panties and bra on, "Do's that make it easier for you?" Her voice now husky.

He swallowed, "much easier."

"Well don't you think, you could make it easier for me too," she whispered.

He looked at her confused, then suddenly realised what she meant, and quickly dropped his slacks and shorts to the floor kicking then away.

She smiled, at his awkwardness; putting an arm around his neck she pulled his head down to her waiting lips whilst her other hand gripped his erection at the same time pressing herself against it.

God, she thought it's so hard and big, sending a shudder through her body, as his hands slid inside her panties squeezing the cheeks of her bottom.

His lips had moved to her neck, sending fresh sensations through her, she felt him fumbling trying to undo her bra, and smiled inwardly, he flies a modern jet fighter but can't undo a bra.

Somehow he succeeded, and he slid the straps from her shoulders, allowing the bra to fall to the floor, noticing that her panties were now down around her ankles.

He gently lowered her down to the scatter rug, which laid near the fire, taking up a position alongside of her, lowering his head he kissed her eyes then her nose and finally her lips.

He lifted his head to look at her, "Oh god, but you are so beautiful Terry," he whispered, as his head dipped onto a breast.

A tremor passed through her, as she felt his lips on a nipple, sucking and plucking at it. She could feel the passion building inside of her, threatening to overwhelm her.

She could feel his hand stealing down her body, and her legs opened slightly of their own accord.

Her hand knotted into a fist has she felt his fingers in the strip of hair above her Venus mound, and then, they were sliding up and down the lips of her vulva has they slowly opened.

She heard herself groan, has they slipped inside, gently rubbing her; his thumb was rotating around her clitoris coursing her body to spasm.

"Bobby darling I can't take much more of this," she heard herself groan knowing she was already wet.

She felt him position himself between her raised legs, and felt the bluntness of his penis pressing against the lips of her vulva; the pressure increased, and suddenly he was entering her.

She gripped his back, feeling the hard muscles under the skin, savouring the exquisite sensation has he slowly penetrated her.

Both were now consumed with passion has his thrusts became faster and harder until like a dam bursting, they came.

She could feel his ejaculations bursting inside of her as his thrusts grew weaker.

They stayed in each other's arms too weak to move enjoying the touch of flesh against flesh.

Finally, she said to his chest, "I think we can safely say darling that I've been seduced."

She felt the rumble of his chest has he laughed.

They looked shyly at each other as they dressed, each was memorising each other's body.

He glanced at his watch "I'd better contact Jeremy I should just get him before he leaves for the office."

She could hear, muffled voices from the study; ultimately he returned, his face sombre.

"What did he say," suddenly alarmed.

"He said, and I quote, just get your asses over here," as he burst into laughter.

It was obvious that the news had spread like wild fire, around the village.

The pub was packed, by the time they entered the Archers, later that evening. Even Sir Wilbur was present.

Ruby came rushing from around the bar to hug Terry, whilst the men congratulated Robert. He glanced over towards her, but she was lost in a huddle of women.

Later, when most of the men had drifted away, he was standing at the bar with Archie and Sir Wilbur with Jack leaning across the bar. Telling them of their plans regarding Scotland and Barbados.

Against Robert's protestations. Jack insisted that he would run them up to Gatwick, and later pick them up, when they returned.

Sir Wilbur, ran them up the hill, in his old Rolls Royce, which Robert was thankful for, he was feeling slightly tipsy.

The next morning after breakfast, they were in their respective bedrooms packing. Robert had the bigger job, has he was packing two cases, a small one for Scotland, and a larger one for Barbados.

He intended to leave the larger one, in a left luggage locker, at Gatwick when they flew up to Scotland.

Terry was bemoaning the fact that she had nothing suitable to wear, for the Caribbean.

"Darling all you need is a pair of shorts and a bikini," he shouted from his room.

Terry said something back, which he didn't quite hear, but he guessed, was obscene.

He went into her room, "You will be able to get anything you want in Bridgetown, but you may need a bigger case to bring it all back."

****************

He looked out the oval window, as the 737 banked, on its approach to Inverness Airport, contrasting the different scenery of Hampshire, to the rugged landscape below.

He collected the keys, and handed them to Terry, from the hire car desk, and the attendant led the way to a blue Ford Mondeo.

Terry had insisted on the flight up that she drive to her parent's home, claiming that they would be passing some of the most beautiful scenery in the Highlands and that he could sit back and enjoy it.

Robert had, in fact, flown through the Great Glen following the course of the Lochs many times whilst training, but travelling at 500mph in a GR4 Tornado, at low altitude didn't allow you time to admire the scenery.

They passed over the long bridge, which spanned the river, from which Inverness took its name.

Shortly, they joined the A82 the main artery road, which led through the Great Glen.

Twenty-five minutes later, they rounded a bend, and there before them was Loch Ness, the largest inland body of water in the United Kingdom, stretching away to the horizon.

"I wonder if we'll see Nessy?" Robert murmured.

Terry smiled to herself; it's the same question every tourist asks, when they first see Loch Ness, she thought.

The road followed the curve of Urquhart Bay, the Castle standing on its rocky promontory. Terry gave a running commentary, explaining some of its 800-year history.

He looked at her noticing she wasn't wearing her engagement ring, of cause, he realised, that's, what we are here for.

They stopped at Fort Augustus, after crossing the swing bridge, and had tea and a sandwich.

The weather so far had been kind, in that it was dry and bright, although there was a distinct chill to the air.

There were few tourists, about this early in March.

They were sat eating when he had a sudden thought. "Terry, what if your father says no, when I ask him."

She frowned, considering the question for a moment, "Well darling, I would hate to go against my father's wishes, we will have to cross that bridge if it arises."

Robert considered her answer, an inner sense of panic, beginning to build in his chest.

Later they walked beside the five Locks, which raised the Caledonian Canal up on its journey over the spine of Scotland before dropping it down through eight Locks near Fort William connecting the East and West coasts

.

As they drove on, Robert was beginning to appreciate the raw, rugged beauty of this country, and was glad that Terry had insisted that she drive.

They were running along the side of Loch Lochy when Terry said, "Nearly there now."

They came to the turn off, at Spean Bridge, with the monument to The Commando's erected, to the men, who had trained there during the Second World War, and took a B road.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled off the road, onto a gravel driveway, a sign by the side of it announced The Loch Hotel. The drive slopped down to a large flat area on which a big three-story house was built, manicured lawns leading down to the Loch behind it.

As they pulled up, by the imposing front door, it opened, and three figures came out, two women and a man.

Terry gave a squeal, and leapt out of the car, to embrace the elder of the women, then the man, before hugging, the younger woman.

Robert slowly got out of the vehicle, allowing Terry to greet, what he could only assume was her parents and her sister Marge.

Terry had an arm around the woman and the man. "Mum, Dad I'd like you to meet Robert Barlow," she paused before continuing, "Squadron Leader Robert Barlow VC." Said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

'Bobby, this is my mother Barbara."

She looked to be in her mid-fifties, Robert judged slim like Terry but a few inches shorter, with an intelligent face, her brown hair had flecks of grey in it, whilst the glasses she wore, complemented her face.

"I'm pleased to meet you Squadron Leader Barlow," said in a voice like Terry's almost devoid of a Scottish accent.

"Please, it's just Robert, Mrs Kerr," he replied with a smile, shaking her hand.

"And this is my father Angus Kerr," Terry announced.

Angus Kerr, was tall, almost as tall has himself Robert realised, broad shouldered, that indicated a muscular frame, he had bright ginger hair mixed with the grey, and a ruddy complexion of a man, used to the outdoor living. His face was broad with light green eyes, above a nose that looked as if it had been broken, in his past life.

"Pleased to meet you Robert," he said giving Robert a firm handshake.

"And this is my elder sister, Marge," Terry said.

Marge resembled her mother in her hair colouring and height but with brown eyes, but she had a fuller figure.

"Hello Robert," she said, "I did see you in London, but was never introduced." She had a mischievous grin.

And Robert realised that she knew why he was here.

Angus carried Robert's case into a small, but comfortable bedroom, with a single bed. "The bathroom is there," indicating a door, "our bedroom is just across the hall should you need anything."

Leaving Robert, in no doubt, that there would be no shenanigans under Angus Kerr's roof. Terry's room apparently was on the third floor with Marge's.

After having a light lunch with the family, Terry took Robert outside to show him around.

Once out of earshot, Robert asked,

"Does Marge know why I'm here?"

"Yes and Mum," Terry replied, continuing, "I've never brought a boy home before, and Mum and Marge knew it had to be something unique for me to do so."

"Oh but not your Dad?"

"No Darling that's your responsibility."

She began to tell him about her parents.

How they had met, when Angus was serving in the Black Watch, stationed at Edinburgh Castle, Barbara had been at University there.

After gaining her degree, she began teaching; they corresponded with each other, when Angus was posted else wear.

After three years, they decided to take the plunge.

By then, Barbara was teaching at a girl's private school, near Fort William, and Angus was a Staff Sergeant, when he retired from the Army.

They had discovered the house, which was up for sale, and decided to pool their saving, and put a deposit down on it. They never did have a honeymoon; Terry added.

Ironically, both she and Marge, had won scholarships to the same private school, their mother had taught at.

The music teacher had recognised the calibre, of Terry's singing voice and had taken her under her wing, with individual tuition, eventually, getting her an interview with Royal Academy in London.

Marge had gone on to University, to study law, and now worked in a small law firm in Fort William, as a solicitor.

After a delicious dinner, cooked to his surprise, by Mr Kerr, Robert and Mr and Mrs Kerr, went into the small hotels bar, while the girls cleared away.

Barbara Kerr, explained the hotel was closed until late April, when the holiday season started, at that time, they took on staff to help run it.

Angus Kerr was keen, to talk about Afghanistan, and the situation out there. He gave his views on how the Taliban should be fought.

But Barbara changed the subject quickly, when she heard the girls coming back, giving Robert a knowing look.

They chattered away, with Terry telling them about Aventon, and describing the people who lived there.

By ten, thirty, they all retired to bed, Angus following Robert up the stairs to his room.

Robert lay awake, thinking that the next day, he would have to speak to Mr Kerr about Terry, and not relishing the prospect at all.

The next morning the Kerr's went to church.

He was relieved that they didn't press the point, when he made a feeble excuse that he had something to do.

He knew Terry, would no doubt explain to them, the reason why.

He walked along the shoreline of the Loch, trying to think of how he would ask Mr Kerr's permission, to marry his daughter, running various scenarios, in his mind, a sense of panic, building inside of him again.

When he heard the car returning, he reluctantly made his way back slowly to the hotel.

After another excellent Sunday dinner, Angus excused himself, saying he was going to watch a football match he'd recorded the previous day, in the Kerr's private parlour, leaving Robert with the three women.

As soon as the parlour door closed Terry rounded on him.

"Now's your chance, go and see him now." Terry urged.

"He's watching the match," Robert replied in a weak voice.

"He won't bite your head off," said Marge, joining in.

Terry was growing exasperated.

"Robert Barlow you won a Victoria Cross, how can you be such a coward," she demanded.

Barbara took control, "Robert take him this in," she poured a large measure from a bottle she'd retrieved from behind the bar, "It's his favourite malt."

The three women stared at him; he swallowed, and then walked towards the parlour.

At the door, he paused, then knocked on the door and entered.

Mr Kerr was watching the TV.

"Mrs Kerr asked me to bring you this sir."

"Thank you," he said reaching out his hand, his eyes went back to the TV.

"There's something else I'd like to say."

"Oh," Mr Kerr said looking at him.

"I'd like your permission to marry your daughter sir," he managed to stammer.

Mr Kerr looked at him for a second or two, "And which one, would that be?"

"Why...err Terry of course," Robert stammered confused by his response.




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Angus Kerr looked at Robert for several long seconds before answering.

"Well lad, it's obvious the lass is besotted with ye, so yes you have my permission. But I warn ye, if you ever hurt her I'll break yer back."

He returned to the bar, in a relieved daze, the women looking expectant.

"He said yes."

Terry flew into his arms giving him a long lingering kiss.

Barbara placed a drink before him, from the same bottle she had used for Angus.

"I think, you could use this now Robert," she said with a broad smile then kissed him on the cheek.

"You had better start calling me Mum from now on."

Marge came over and put her arms round his neck and kissed him, saying.

"I'm to have a hero, for a brother."

"Back off sis, he's taken," Terry said laughing, she reached into her pocket, and extracted her engagement ring, slipping it back on. Marge and her Mother immediately surrounded her, to look at it, whilst Terry explained its history.

They all sat down, the girls all taking at once, from what he could make out, Marge had staked a claim, as being chief braids maid for the wedding. Barbara was happy it would be in November, as the hotel would be empty, so there would be room to put up guests.

Then Angus walked in.

"Mother," he said in a loud voice, "it seems we have something to celebrate, I don't suppose a bottle or two, of Champagne would go amiss."

"Why did your team win Dad?" said Marge with an impish smile.

He gave her a dirty look. Terry hugged him and whispered "Thanks Dad."

He shook Roberts hand saying.

"Well son, it seems that yer going to be part of this family, so no more sir's. I was never an officer; it's Dad Okay."

The next morning, after he had loaded the car with the cases, Terry's case now being much larger, he returned to the hall way, to bid good bye. The weather had changed, and it was raining.

He kissed Marge and then Barbara, thanking her for the hospitality, her eyes brimming with tears.

Angus gave him a hug whispering in his ear.

"Be careful when you get back over there son."

As the car pulled away, he turned and waved to them standing on the porch.

"So what did you think of them?" Terry asked when they were back on the road.

"I think you are very lucky girl, to have a family like that," he replied. Wishing his parents were still alive so they could have met her, they would have loved her; he knew.

***********

Four hours later, they were strapping them self's into first class seats, of a Boeing 747 bound for Barbados.

Eight hours later, they landed at Grantly Adams airport; it had been a good flight. They'd slept most of the way, in a comfortable bed, that the seats converted in to.

When the door of the aircraft opened; the heat of the Caribbean hit them like a fist, more so, because they were dressed for Scotland, in March.

Once they had cleared customs, they were pushing the luggage trolley, with Robert cursing, that he always got one, with one wheel, that always had a mind of its own.

Then he saw Jeremy, Peal and little Tommy waiting.

Terry recognised Jeremy, from the photo in the cottage, but it was the first time she'd seen Peal, she was stunning she realised.

Her skin was of light milk chocolate hue, with a heart shaped face. Her nose was straight and narrow more White than Black

Terry reasoned that a Caucasian influence in the past, had, had an effect on her current looks. She was about an inch shorter than Terry but with a more rounded figure. I bet she looks fantastic in a bikini; Terry thought enviously.

Little Tommy, seemed to share the best features of his parents; has he came running towards them shouting "Uncle Bob."

Jeremy embraced Terry, welcoming her to Barbados, in a deep baritone voice, then gave Robert a bear hug, his face split in a wide smile of pleasure.

Peal had kissed Robert on the cheek, her dazzling smile reflecting the same pleasure. Then, she turned to Terry.

"Hi I'm Peal, and I know you are Terry, Bob has spoken about you on the computer, come to think of it, and you're the only thing he has spoken of." She laughed then, embraced Terry.

Terry noticed she had a slight American accent.

Robert helped Jeremy load the cases into his Range Rover; the girls were in the back seat with Tommy between them, already in discussion.

Their home was on top of a hill, overlooking Bridgetown, formally a plantation owner's house, built in the colonial manner, with wide verandas, surrounding the second floor bedrooms.

They had added recent refinements to the interior. But had managed, to maintain the exterior, more or less in its original state.

The only things that were not, were a large swimming pool at the rear of the building by the equally large covered veranda.

To the side, of the house facing the driveway, an extension had been added on, which Jeremy explained was Peal's studio.

It was in here that she designed prospective customer's homes. Terry was surprised to learn; it was all created on computers, using dedicated software.

She also employed a team, of four, who between them, could arrange the building, decorating and furnishing of the property, through contractors they kept on their books.

"In other words she can deliver the complete package to a client," Jeremy ended, obviously proud of his wife's business acrimony.

Peal showed them to their bedroom.

The room contained two wide single beds. Peal whispered to Robert, that they could always slide them together, with a wicked smile.

It had a large dressing table, by the French doors; built in wardrobes arrayed on the opposite wall.

Two comfortable chairs were placed near the walls alongside a chest of drawers, which took over one wall.

All the woodwork was of light almost white wood that Robert was unfamiliar with.

A large fan set in the middle of the ceiling was slowly revolving stirring the air.

Peal led them through to the bathroom; it contained the biggest bath, Robert had ever seen, Peal explained that it was a bubble bath, which worked on the same principle as a Jacuzzi. She then showed them, how to work the shower that contained multi showerheads, before showing them where the towels were kept, ending by saying.

"Well. I'll let you guys get squared away, come on down when you're ready, and we'll have drinks."

Terry had unpacked quickly, not having brought much, but threatening that she would have to go shopping the next day.

"I'm going to take a shower," picking up a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

"Need someone to wash your back," he said in a hopeful voice.

"You can't," she replied.

"Why not?"

She looked embarrassed, "Because it's the wrong time of the month," disappearing into the bathroom.

After dinner that night, they moved out to the patio for coffee and brandy's. Little Tommy had been put to bed, protesting that he wanted to talk to Uncle Bob about aeroplanes.

The two girls were deep in conversation, eventually; Peal announced that she and Terry would be leaving after breakfast, to do a little shopping and that Jeremy would have to take Tommy to school.

By the time Robert came down stairs the next morning; breakfast was almost over. Jessie, Peal's full time housekeeper, delivered in a fresh pot of coffee, for him, her husband Tobias, worked as a gardener, and odd job man for them.

Jeremy left first, with a still protesting Tommy, and then Peal announced she was ready to go.

"Remember all you need is a pair of shorts and a bikini," he said to Terry.

She just stuck her tongue out at him.

Then they were gone, in Peal's white convertible Saab.

Jeremy returned two hours later; he'd had to pop into his office, but explained that he and Peal were taking a week off, whilst they were there.

After getting a couple of bottles of the local beer, condensation frosting the glass, they moved out to the patio.

Jeremy was keen to know about Aventon, and the people, and how the cricket team was fairing, so Robert tried to answer his questions.

It was late afternoon, by the time the girls came back, giggling and chatting, they approached the men. Festooned with boxes and bags.

"You must have bought Bridgetown," Robert said in mock horror.

"Ignore him Terry, he's just a man." Peal replied; she continued, "We'll go up and unpack, make us a drink lover." She said to Jeremy.

By the time they returned, Jessie had placed nibbles on the low glass topped table.

After they were seated, sipping one of Jeremy famous rum punches, Terry announced that she had sorted out her part, of the wedding.

"My bridesmaid will be, Marge, Sue, July, Carol and Peal and little Tommy will be pageboy." She said in triumph.

Robert had no idea, who Sue July and Carol were, but asked Peal,

"Are you sure; you want to be roped into this?"

"Stupid, it's a great honour, thank you Terry for asking me." She reached over and clasped Terry's hand.

Jeremy had booked a table at The Restaurant at Southsea, for dinner, which according to Jeremy was rated, in the top dozen restaurants of the world.

Robert had to admit that the food had been fantastic, and the service impeccable.

Later when they had a nightcap out by the pool.

Terry was sitting, with her foot tapping to the rhythm of a steel band, playing below the hill, in one of the hotels. Whilst watching the fireflies, flashing around like missiles, crickets adding to the noise, whilst the heady smell of jasmine and mimosa wafting on the breeze.

She suddenly sat up.

"Bobby, could we have our honeymoon here in Barbados, we could hire a villa for it please?" Her eyes pleading.

"Why hire a villa, he could build a place, on his own land." Jeremy interjected.

"You have land over here?" Terry asked.

Robert frowned searching his memory.

"Oh yes, I recall you had bought a plot, about three or four years ago, you said it was a sound investment at the time."

Jeremy threw his hands up, in frustration,

"Bob do you never ever read your portfolio reports?"

"Where is it, the plot I mean?" Asked Terry.

"It's a lovely small cove; it has to be one of the best spots, on the island," Peal murmured.

"Could we see it?" Terry asked excited.

"Why not," Peal replied, "we could take our costumes, and have a picnic on the beach."

After making arrangements for the following day, Terry excused herself, saying she was going to bed.

Jeremy looked at Robert with a puzzled look. But Robert merely shrugged his shoulders; both men missed the knowing smile on Peal's face.

They left early the next day, in Peals convertible, driving to the North part of the island.

They turned off the road, onto a sandy track pulling up at a wire fence with a sun-bleached sign, stating Private Property.

Jeremy opened the gate that had been locked with a key.

He explained as they walked. The plot was an acre, and a half enclosing the small cove.

The land was fairly flat, with weeds growing here and there, but at the end of the plot, by the sea, mature palm trees were growing, along with a cluster of Aloe Vera plants. The beach, was four or five feet below the edge of the plot; white coral sand glistened in the sunlight.

They stumbled down the bank onto the beach. At either end of the small compact cove, could be seen the reef that enclosed it.

Jeremy explained to Terry, that there were no private beaches in Barbados. By law, any one could walk along any beach, below the high water mark. But because of the reef at either end of the cove, few ever came here.

"Oh it's beautiful," Terry enthused

"Yes, but I'm afraid it's beyond my pay scale, to build a home here," Robert muttered.

"Bob", Jeremy said quietly, while the girls were spreading a blanket, "Do you have any idea how much you're worth?"

Robert shook his head.

"Currently with the exchange rate, you have in excess of seven million pounds sterling."

"How much," Robert was dumb struck.

"Tom was no slouch, on the stock exchange, and the insurance money from the airline has helped. You have never taken anything out, so it's just been building up. I've bought and sold shares, as and when, the markets have been favourable for you.

If you decide to build a home here, you would hardly dent what you have." Jeremy concluded.

Robert looked at Jeremy, "I don't know what to say, and thank you, seems so inadequate."

"Forget it, you and your parents, made me part of your family, so isn't this what family's do. Come on lets join the girls."

Robert looked down at Terry lying on the towel, "So would you like to have a home here?"

"It needn't be too big or elaborate, but yes I would darling."

He turned to Peal,

"Could you create her dream home? Money no problem I'm told."

Peal looked at Jeremy, who just nodded.

"No problem at all, and it would be part of our wedding present to you both," she replied

Terry squealed and threw herself at Robert "Are you sure Bobby I can help pay for it."

"No need, it seems I'm a wealthy man. But there are conditions," she looked puzzled, "I don't get involved, with the design or furnishing it. You and Peal work it all out between you. It will be my wedding gift to you."

"Oh, thank you darling," giving him a long lingering kiss.

"If we are in the way, you will let us know," said Jeremy laughing.

Terry looked at Pearl.

"Would there be any chance, it would be ready for our honeymoon Pearl?"

"Terry, if I have to bully, threaten, beg or plead, you shall have it ready by November."

Terry hugged Pearl her face aglow with joy.

They had their picnic and then swam in the warm waters of the cove.

Terry and Peal were in the plot; Peal's arms were spread out as she tried to explain Terry her ideas for the home.

Robert and Jeremy were laid on the beach watching them.

"Like two big kids," Robert murmured.

"She's a beautiful girl, with an amazing personality Bob, you're a very lucky man."

"I know Jeremy, I know." He said with a wistful smile on his face.

He was laid in bed, when she emerged from the bathroom; she had brushed her hair, and it was lying over one shoulder, dressed in a sheer black lace Negligee.

She moved slowly over to his bed.

"Would you mind company," she whispered, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor.

For the next few days, they were taken around the island, Jeremy and Peal showing them the sights.

At night, they went to different restaurants, eating typical Bajan food, or at another fresh fish caught that day.

Jeremy announced one morning that he and Peal had to attend Tommy's school PTA meeting, and could they amuse them self's, for three or four hours.

Terry said great, as she could get down to some serious sun bathing, her skin was already taking on a light golden tan.

When they had gone, she said she was going up stairs to change, leaving Robert lying on a sun bed by the pool in his swimsuit.

He was flicking through a magazine, and had not heard her come back, until he heard a bed being moved.

His jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing.

"That's indecent," he gasped, looking at her pert bottom with what appeared to be a thin piece of material covering it.

She turned round amused; two small pieces of material barely covered her nipples, whilst a strip struggled to cover her vulva. He noticed that she had shaved off, the strip of hair above her vulva.

"It's my tanning suit silly, I wouldn't wear it on the beach, and before you get any ideas," noticing the growing bulge in his swim suit, "Forget them, I'm going to sun bathe."

"Hey, don't blame me; it's his Nibbs who is getting excited."

"Well tell his Nibbs to read a book." She chuckled.

After about an hour of baking, she decided to go in the pool, and pinned her hair up on top of her head.

She had swum to the end of the pool and was hanging on to the side, when he came up behind her. He put his arms either side of her, so she couldn't escape.

He nibbled her ear, and then began to kiss her neck.

"Bobby we can't, not here," then realised, he wasn't wearing his trunks; she could feel it pressing against her bottom.

"Why not, there's not anyone here," he murmured his fingers moving over the strip of cloth.

She gave a gasp as he removed the thong, his erection pressing against her portals.

"You're incorrigible," she groaned as he entered her.

When Jeremy and Pearl returned, Pearl asked if they had managed to keep them self's amused.

By then Terry had changed into shorts, and a sun top. "Did you manage to do your sun bathing Terry?" she enquired.

Terry nodded.

"In that suit we got in Bridgetown?" She asked again.

Terry nodded again with a sly grin.

Leaving her wondering, if the thong had the same effect on Bob, has hers had, had on Jeremy.

They eat at home that night Terry giving Pearl a hand in the kitchen to make chicken salad, Bajan style.

Robert was sitting with Jeremy chatting, when Jeremy asked if he and Terry would like to go out in his boat the next day. Robert had been unaware that Jeremy had a boat.

It transpired that he owned a sixteen meter Sea Ray, which was moored at Port St Charles in the north of the island.

When the girls joined them, he asked them how they felt about the boat trip, which they both agreed would be fun.

Port St Charles was a fairly recent addition to the Island.

A large man made lagoon surrounded by tall apartment buildings each building having private moorings.

An island had been made in the lower part of the lagoon, connected by a course way, which doubled as the clubhouse and restaurant.

After Jeremy, Terry and Robert climbed aboard the sleek cruiser, named Freeboard. Whilst Jeremy started the twin diesels. Peal cast off the lines.

Jeremy and Robert were up on the fly bridge, the girls on the lower deck, putting out cushions from the lockers.

Once they had cleared the port, Jeremy handed the controls over to Robert, who with a wide grin on his face, pushed the throttle lever forward, the cruiser leaping into motion.

An hour later Jeremy climbed down from the fly bridge, by then the girls had changed into their bikinis and were laying out a table.

Jeremy, sucking in his lower lip, gave a great impression of little Tommy.

"Mummy, Mummy the nasty man won't let me play with my toy." He said in a squeaky voice.

"Oh, my poor baby," said Pearl pulling his head down between her breasts, "you go and tell the nasty man, to drop the anchor, lunch is ready."

After the men had dropped the anchor, Robert climbed down from the bridge.

"You know what, I really enjoyed that," happiness written all over his face, "When we do get the place out here; I think I may seriously consider, getting one of my own."

Terry looked at his face, and the glimmer of an idea, began forming in her mind.

On their last full day, on the Island, before their departure, Robert and Terry said they were going down to Bridgetown. Jeremy offered the use of the Range Rover, which Robert gladly accepted.

Once in Bridgetown, Terry led the way, eventually she turned off the main street and entered a narrow lane. Shops were on either side of the lane most of them clothes stores,

She stopped, outside an antique shop, at the side of the window, was a silver tea, and coffee set on a silver tray.

"That's it," Terry indicated, "I noticed Pearl looking at it when I was in the shop, across the lane there," indicating the shop with her head.

Robert could see that the set was very old and made from solid silver he thought, richly engraved and decorated.

"Have you noticed it?" She asked.

"Noticed what?"

"Oh Bobby, look at the coat of arms."

Robert focused on the coat of arms engraved into each handle.

"My God," he uttered, "The Fitzwilliam crest. It must have belonged to an ancestor who had the plantation here."

"I'm going to buy it, for Jeremy and Pearl," Terry announced and entered the shop.




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The old man who ran the shop, brought the piece from the window, and placed it on the counter, telling them of its history, and providence, ending with its price.

Robert did a quick calculation in his head converting the currency.

"Terry, that's over ten thousand pounds." He whispered.

"I know," she smiled handing over her card to the old man.

They emerged from the shop, with Robert carrying a large box,

"We'll drop this off at the Rover, and then I need to get Tommy something." He said to Terry.

They found Jeremy and Pearl by the pool.

Robert had been carrying two boxes; whilst Terry carried a three-foot model aircraft. After they had placed the boxes on the table, Terry turned to them.

"This is for you, for giving us such a wonderful holiday, but also, for being our friends."

While Pearl, started to unwrap the parcel. Robert addressed Jeremy.

"The plane is for Tommy, its radio controlled, so you two kids, play nicely together."

They heard a loud gasp from Pearl; she was staring at the contents of the box.

"How did you know?"

"Women's intuition," Robert replied indicating Terry.

Pearl embraced Terry.

"I've been looking at that set, for the last five months, but I knew Jeremy would go ape if I bought it."

"Jeremy do you notice anything about it?" Robert asked him.

Jeremy picked up one of the pieces, then another.

"Well it's beautifully made and very old," he replied.

"Look at the crest," Robert murmured.

Jeremy studied the crest then his eyes widened.

"Why it's the,"

"Exactly," cried a triumphant Terry.

Jeremy explained to a mystified Pearl, about the significance of the crest, and the role of the Fitzwilliam's in their lives, of him and Robert.

Terry asked if any of Jeremy's ancestors had been slaves, on the Fitzwilliam's plantation.

"Oh, I don't know," he replied, "The only story I know about that time, is how I got my surname.

It seems that when the overseer came to tell the slaves on the plantation that they were free, they didn't really understand him. Under the new law, he had to fill in a register, of those who worked on the plantation, and the freed slaves had to sign it, to say they were legally employed.

When it came to my ancestor's turn, whose name was Isaac, he asked, wass this mean bass? So the overseer explained. It means you're free, Isaac, free! So he signed his name Isaac Free."

Robert and Terry laughed at his explanation.

Then on a serious note, Terry asked, "But what do you think of the slavery, that took place here Jeremy?"

Jeremy paused to think before replying,

"In my opinion there are two aspects to the question. One, the overall opinion and two the personal opinion.

In the general opinion, it was a disgusting period in history; people were torn from their homes, communities and countries. People's families were split up never to see each other again. They were dumped into a strange land, not knowing, the language, and forced, to work under harsh conditions. Totally alien, to the life they had had. They were treated has animals, merely possessions, of the white race.

That's the general view of slavery, true, it was a horrible, terrible aspect, of the white man's treatment of the black man.

But on a personal opinion, would I have the life I have today, if my folks had remained, in Africa?

Well, we have come a long way since slavery was abolished, and opportunities became available, to those allowed, and willing to work for them. The fact that my ancestors were slaves here when slavery was abolished helped to create the land we live in today. Could I have the life I have here, had I been in Africa? I'll never know. But I can say, I'm glad I was born here in Barbados.

Pearl nodded, and added, "In some ways, I have to thank a randy owner, for making my ancestor his mistress and contributing, to the looks I have today. Personally I think I have the best of both worlds black and white, it's certainly, helped me in my business."

Terry nodded, "you know you look fantastic Pearl, you could have easily been a film star or model."

Pearl laughed, "my boobs are too big, to be a model, and I'm no good at acting. What you see, is what you get, with me."

After dinner that night, Robert and Terry went to their room, to begin packing.

Terry commented that, between Aventon and here, we have the best of all worlds.

"I'm going to hate leaving here, and have to move back to London." She said wistfully.

Robert knew that when they landed at Gatwick, she would be getting a taxi to return to her mews house. Whilst he returned to Aventon, with Jack, to pack his service uniforms ready to report on Monday.

"You realise that this will be the last opportunity, his Nibbs, will have for any exercise," she whispered in a coy voice.

"Well we can't have that. He may forget what he has to do." He said walking towards her.

At the airport, the girls were in tears, as they said their good byes.

Jeremy kissed Terry, and then gave Robert a brotherly hug.

"See you all in November," he cried, as they made their way to the departure lounge.

To be continued.



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He glanced at his watch.

"I'd better get changed, and round up the others, or we'll miss our flight."

Back in the apartment, he gathered up his clothes, and walked into the bathroom to change. When he came out Jill was still standing in the middle of the room.

"Will I see you again Robbie?" She asked.

"We should be back next weekend, maybe we can all go out for dinner."

"I'd like that," said in her husky voice

She moved towards him and kissed him lightly on the lips.

His erection was immediate; she pushed against it, her thighs hard against him.

"Perhaps, next time we'll have more time together," she said looking deep into his eyes.





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Chuck showed them their course on an overhead projector, indicating their waypoints. 

While they made notes on their flight charts, they noted the height, and speed to target, weather, humidity, and all the necessary information required before a mission.

This one, would be different from others, they had flown; this one entailed firing the seven-barrelled 30mm GAC 8 Avenger Gatling gun.

When he had finished briefing them, Chuck picked up a parcel from the floor. 

"We had these made for you guys," he said with a smile opening it. He pulled out four lightweight windcheaters in American air force blue. 

On the back in a large circle was the caricature of Bill's drawing of the wild boar, with a yellow background, Wild Boars in bold red letters above it. He reached into the parcel once more and removed four American air force baseball caps. On each, was a badge of the Wild Boar with a number.

Robert's had a bold 1 beneath the caricature. 

"Something for you guys to remember us by when you get back home," Chuck said smiling.

"So, Wild Boars are you ready to roll," he said as they rose from their desks.

They were at a thousand feet above the desert, in loose formation Robert slightly in front as they approached the final waypoint. Robert toggled the radio.

"Wild Boar-1 to Wild Bore's 2-7 and 8 hold position, making my attack run now Wild Boar-1 out".

He lost altitude, as he reduced speed, adopting a 30-degree dive; he could see the targets ahead; 3 scrapped trucks. 

He disengaged the safety, and as the trucks crept into his sight, and depressed the button. 

There was a moment's hesitation, as the Gatling gun turned up to speed, and then a tearing sound filled the cockpit as 30-millimetre canon shells firing at 3900 rounds a minute shredded the trucks. 

Robert engaged the safety and climbed, he was amazed at the stability, of the aircraft when he had fired.

He returned to the formation, ordering each in turn to make their runs 

Back at base they gathered in the de-briefing room, 

Chuck had received the results from the Range Marshall, who had observed the attacks.

"Well," he began, "For your first live fire mission I'm impressed, really impressed. Robbie, Tim and Bill you got a target destroyed score, Tom you got 90% target destroyed. Robbie you fired 680 rounds, Tim, 734, Bill 824 and Tom 646.

The thing with the Avenger is that it takes a second or two to spin up to speed the rate of fire is less until it does; that's where you went wrong Tom, you have to allow for that, but even, so it's a remarkable score. Get some chow, you will be going up again this afternoon, to do it all over again. After all it may have been a fluke," he said smiling.

Chuck entered the Colonel's office and nodded when the Colonel indicated the coffee pot in his hand. 

He sat down in the chair opposite the Colonels desk and accepted the coffee mug handed to him "Thanks Ray," he murmured. Inside the office with just the two of them they dispensed with the formality of rank, having served together for nearly five years.

The Colonel sat back down behind his desk and took a sip of his coffee before beginning. 

"So what do you think of them?"

Chuck took a moment to organise his thoughts. 

"They are natural born aviators, the best I've ever trained, you tell them to do something, and it's done first time. Frankly I'm amazed how fast they have adapted to the A10, most of our boys think it's a retrograde step backwards, when they come here, not so these guys. 

They recognize the potential of it, and if they do manage to convert them to what they want, then I could see us buying their technology back from them."

The Colonel nodded, "I've been telling the brass that for years. How do you rate them has individuals?"

"Their 100% loyal to Robbie, you get the idea that they would follow him into hell."

The Colonel interrupted "But that stunt he pulled over there, sounded like he was suicidal."

"Yeah, I thought so too when I read the papers, but now having met the man I've changed my mind. He wasn't suicidal but rather calculating; he weighed what could be done to save those guys, and then did it. If he were suicidal he would have stayed with the aircraft, he didn't, but ejected and took his chances."

"Sounds like a natural heroic, son of a bitch," the Colonel murmured.

"He'd argue with that," Chuck chuckled, "he gets embarrassed talking about it. I read his file; he's done three tours over there, the last one he volunteered for, when he was due for a rest, and flew over sixty missions. You know how he lost his folks; I think that has a lot to do with it." 

The Colonel nodded again.

"Tim his 2IC, is reliable, almost has good has Robbie in the air, in fact; the other two are good as well; I'm surprised they don't have more senior rank than they do."

"Well their air force is much smaller, than ours; so just to stay in, I suppose you have to be good," The Colonel commentated.

"Oh, they're, not nerds, they have a sense of humour, albeit Brit humour, but beneath that facade they are totally professional."

"So you'd give them an A," the Colonel said.

"More like an A Plus," Chuck replied.

For the next four days, they flew two live fire missions a day using not only the gun, but rockets and the Maverick AGM-65 air to ground missile. 

They all agreed the A10 was the most stable gun platform of any aircraft they had ever flown.

On the last day of training, they finished early; the Colonel had organised a farewell party in their honour.

Robert found himself at a table with Chuck and the Colonel, and the talk turned round to Afghanistan, neither of the two Americans had served out there and were never expected to.

"So Robbie what's your take on it, are we winning, or more to the point can it be won?" The Colonel asked.

Robert considered the question for a moment before answering.

"It's a complex situation sir; people above my pay grade make the decisions. I can only comment, on what I've seen, and heard, and it's only my personal opinion you understand. 

The Taliban would claim it is a war about religion, Muslims against unbelievers.

Unfortunately, their aspect of the Muslim religion is at odds with the teachings off Mohamad. They only use the parts that advocate Jihad, total war. A view that a great deal of the common people who live there disagree with, but are too afraid to express their views. 

The Afghan people, by nature, are a warrior race, they have been at war since Alexander the Great, when they're not fighting invaders, they fight amongst them self's, mainly on religious and tribal issues. 

After the Russian pulled out, the country fell into turmoil, one warlord against the other. When the dust cleared, the Taliban ran most of the country. Most of their troops were orphaned children, which had been indoctrinated in to their beliefs, which was an extreme form of the Moslem religion. No music, no films, no singing no dancing anything that could be classed as enjoyment was banned. 

The men had to grow beads and have their heads shaved; the women had to wear the Hijab, the full black robes that covered everything except a slit for their eyes. 

They were made to be completely subservient to a man's wishes. Any infringement of those rules resulted in death; in fact death, or maiming, seems to be the only punishment for anything. 

Under their rule, the country almost fell back to the Stone Age, 

Their only economy being opium, whilst there were strict rules about the Afghan using it, they didn't mind its being shipped off to the West, as it would only kill unbelievers. At that time, 85% of the world's opium came from Afghanistan. 

The West, America and Britain were content to let them get on with it. 

Until 9/11. 

Intelligence knew Osama Bin Laden and his Al Qaeda mob, were in the country; the US gave the Taliban the ultimatum, hand him over, or else. They refused, so, else, happened.

Initially, the coalition forces had success, and they pushed them almost out of the country. They retreated back into the Torra Borra Mountains or Pakistan. 

But then, we took the pressure of them, by invading Iraq. It gave them valuable time to reorganize themselves and reequip. They kept low until they were ready, then slowly began to filter back. 

It's believed that Osama's gang are helping in cornering the opium market which helps to finance the kind of war they fight best, guerrilla war fare.

It wasn't helped by the fact a lot of the government officials were corrupt, playing both sides to feather their own nests, but their being rooted out.

They change tactics, and we have to change ours, they used to be one step ahead of us but I think we are level with them now.

In my opinion the secret of hurting them is with the opium, stop that and the war would fizzle out for the most part. Without funds, they can't function has an efficient force, you don't get arms dealers giving credit.

But, the central problem with that, is the opium is the only cash paying crop that the farmers can grow to support their families. When the Afghan Government starts to pay the farmers to grow crops other than opium, will we see, a significant change in the war. 

So to answer your question Colonel, can we win? Yes, I think we can, if the Afghan Government takes steps to address the farmer's problems, and the public keep faith with us."

"It seems like Viet Nam all over again, but, at least we are not in it, totally alone this time." The Colonel smiled as he stood up, "I'll see you tomorrow, before you leave Robbie."

They were all gathered in the dispersal area has the C130 landed. 

The four Brits were wearing their Wild Boar windcheaters and baseball caps in honour of the occasion.

Their valises packed, and their RAF serge uniforms on coat hangers covered by a clothes bag. They would change over the Atlantic.

A crowd of the American air force personnel was there to see them off. Robert shook hands with them all, when it was Chuck's turn he expressed his gratitude for his support and the flights to Phoenix. 

Lastly he shook hands with the Colonel.

"Robbie if the next group is half as good as you guys, we'll be in safe hands over there."

They waved has the ramp rose, and then settled into the canvas bucket seats ready for take-off, each man silent as they reviewed the past four weeks in their mind.

They had been flying for an hour when Bill broke the silence.

"Hey, I wonder if the next four, will be going into Phoenix, they may even meet the girls."

Robert sat back, his head against the bulkhead; he saw Jill in his mind, and hoped they wouldn't meet her. He made a vow to himself not to ask when they returned.

To be continued.



The Boys in Blue Ch. 08



The C17, was late landing at Brize; strong head winds had pushed the schedule back forty minutes. By the time they cleared channels and were in Tim's BMW, Robert had realised they would be late for the show.

Tim drove his car, the same way he flew, fast, but even he could not claw back all the time lost.

The car drew up outside the Theatre, with a squeal of brakes, Robert leapt out, making for the Box office.

But a uniformed attendant, rushed out of the theatre, towards him. "Squadron Leader Barlow?" He asked. Robert nodded, "we'd just about given you up for lost sir."

Robert briefly explained why.

He said that he had orders, to park the car in the Theatre management car park, in the rear of it.

Tim handed him the keys reluctantly, and they all made their way to the box office.

A young woman was standing outside it, as they approached.

"You're expected," she smiled handing each a program, "I'm afraid you've missed most of the show," she glanced at her watch, "there's only about twenty minutes left." She led them to the door, "when, you get inside; an attendant will show you to your seats."

They had to wait while a man in white tie and tails sang some thing from Carmen. When he had finished, another attendant led them to their seats, front row centre isle.

When they were seated, Robert scanned the program; Terry had closed the first half, but was the last act of the show, and he saw there were two more acts before hers.

Finally, the curtains drew back, and she was there, standing centre stage.

She was in a white, strapless evening gown, her long auburn hair hanging over her left shoulder.

Her first number was a love song from Romeo and Juliet. The hair, on the back of his neck, stood on end at the clarity of her pitch perfect voice, his chest ached with pride for her. She completed the second song, which was the last of her act to raptures applause from the audience.

But instead of leaving the stage, she waited until the applause had died down, and then said.

"For my last song this evening, I'd like to dedicate this to some one, who is very dear to me." Has, she spoke; six backup singers, arranged themselves behind her.

The orchestra began to play the opening bars to We've only just begun.

Robert felt a painful lump, in his throat, his eyes stinging.

Through out her performance, her head was staring down at him, he knew she couldn't possibly see him through the stage lights, but she knew where he sat.

He was mesmerised by her face; a small tear rolled down her cheek as she finished.

The three pilots leapt to their feet, applauding, the rest of the audience following in a standing ovation,

Robert was frozen, in his seat, over come with emotion. He had never loved her more, than at that moment.

The Theatre lights came on, and people began to file out. The attendant came over, "If you will wait here Sir until the public has left. I'll take you to Miss Kerr's dressing room."

The door had a small silver star on it, with Miss Teresa Kerr printed beneath. He knocked and then opened the door.

He barely saw a flash, of emerald green, before she was in his arms, her soft lips pressing against his; they held the kiss for several seconds before realising they were not alone.

The three pilots were examining some thing on the ceiling, whilst three girls were beaming with broad smiles.

Terry whispered, "I think introductions are in order darling," indicating the men.

Robert presented them to Terry, who already recognised them, from the Offices mess at Renton.

She then introduced the girls, Susan, a short blonde, with deep blue eyes and large breasts, whom it transpired, had shared a flat with Terry, when they were at the Royal Academy.

Carol, with hazel eyes, a brunette with a classic figure, a few inches taller than Susan, who had also been a flat mate, and July, blue eyes also a blonde, biggish breasts tiny waist and big hips she was roughly the same size as Carol, she was an assistant stage manager.

Robert, couldn't help but compare the English girls to those they had met in America,

Where the American girls were voluptuous in their figures, the English girls, were more willowy.

While the others were getting acquainted; he could now turn his attention to Terry.

She was wearing an emerald green dress that matched her eyes, her hair held by an ornate clip at the back of her head, the hair hanging over her shoulder shining.

He became aware that she was looking at him.

"Like, what you see mister?" She asked in a cheeky voice.

"Yeah, you scrub up well," he replied, in the same manner.

He was holding her by her waist, her green eyes, looking up at him sparkling with suppressed emotion.

"God I've missed you so much," he murmured.

"It's seemed like a life time for me too," she whispered back, going on tiptoe to kiss him again.

They had moved to the hotel, a short walk from the Theatre, Terry had already booked the four rooms, so while the men organised porters to take their valises up to the rooms, Terry took the girls through to the bar.

By the time, the men, joined them, she had ordered Champagne.

They were sat at a large round table; the couples already paired off; it appeared to Robert; he couldn't help wondering, who had selected who.

They were on their third bottle, when July, asked Bill what it had been like in America.

Bill began in a serious voice, "It was tough, blazing sun day after day, never dropped below a hundred and twenty degrees. Sand every where, in your face, in your food, and then there were the scorpions and rattlesnakes." He pursed for effect, "You had to be careful how you moved, and you had to check your bed, every night in case one had got in, under the tent."

Robert was trying to keep a straight face, at the sight of the girls with their eyes opened wide; their mouths agape, as they imagined the horror of it all. He could see Tim and Tom having the same problem.

Terry swung her head, round to Robert, concern in her eyes.

He gave a small shake of his head and rolled his eyes.

Bill continued, "But the worst part was the loneliness, you felt like the last men on earth. I can't tell you how much it means to be back, and talk to such beautiful girls as you."

"Oh, you poor things," July whispered, "having to endure that."

"Well," said Bill taking one of her hands in his, and looking deep into her eyes, "Has an RAF officer, we serve, where we are sent."

Robert, nearly choked on his drink.

They were starting a fourth bottle, when Robert leaned over to Terry, and whispered.

"I don't think they would miss us if we crept out."

Terry stopped at the door, the key card in her hand.

"Looks familiar," he said.

"It, should do," she whispered, entering the room, switching on the sidelights.

He closed the door; she was standing looking at the room; he came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, his head bending to kiss her neck, she bent her head to one side for him, has his lips moved down her neck.

He felt her body tremble as he lowered his head to the hollow of her shoulder.

His hand found the zip and pulled it slowly down; he noticed her eyes were closed, her lips parted.

His hands returned to her shoulders, as he slipped the dress from them; it rustled as it fell to the floor.

He swallowed, his mouth dry; she was wearing a black lace bra and matching thong with black sheer stockings.

His right hand reached over her shoulder, and cupped her breast, his fingers reached inside and freed her breast from the cup, before he took it in his hand again, his thumb revolving round her nipple, she groaned, leaned back against him.

His left hand stole around her waist, his fingers feeling the smoothness of her stomach, his fingers went lower, feeling lace beneath them, and then lower to the junction of her thighs, he began to move it, slowly up and down.

She gave a low moan. "Oh, god I've missed you so much Bobby," she whispered her voice trembling with emotion.

His hand slipped inside, the thong, slipping over the bulge to her vulva, caressing its lips, they opened, and his finger slid in moving, searching until it found the small hard nub, and he began to stroke it.

"I've missed you darling too." He said in a soft voice.

"Then show me how much," she said suddenly spinning round; attacking the buttons on his jacket, then his shirt, letting them fall where they may.

She was sobbing with frustration, as she tried to remove his trousers, he kicked them away, when they fell, along with his shoes, and then his shorts fell to the floor.

She stood before him, has he unclipped the bra sliding it form her shoulders, and then her thong fell to the floor. She was staring up at him her body trembling; he kissed her gently on the lips and then reached down and lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.

He woke the next morning to the sound of her humming in the shower.

He swung his legs off the bed, surprised he still had his socks on, he stripped them of then walked into the bathroom.

Opening the shower door, he saw Terry washing her back with a sponge, a large shower cap on her head.

"You just look like Mrs Mop in that."

She turned and stuck her tongue out at him.

He took the sponge from her, and began to rub her back with it. She supported herself with her hands, pressed against the tiles of the cubical. He added more gel to the sponge creating a rich lather, as he washed her.

Marvelling at her unblemished skin the narrowness of her waist, the spread of her hips the round firmness of her buttocks, has the sponge rotating around them.

"I think its clean darling," she murmured.

"Turn around," he ordered

She turned, looking up at him.

He added, more gel to the sponge and began to slowly, move the sponge over her throat, then to her breasts, revolving the sponge slowly around each one. The nipples seemed to grow, and he added more gel. The sponge began to move around her stomach slowly, he heard her involuntary gasp.

He moved to her hips, then lower; a low groan escaped her lips, her body trembling. He turned off the shower and then pulled the cap of her head.

"You'll get my hair wet," she murmured, in a breathless voice.

"Tough," he growled back.

He reached for her kissing her hard, his tongue probing her mouth.

She could feel his erection, pressing hard against her belly, her breath coming in short pants.

"You're insatiable," she groaned, her arms around his neck, her back hard against the shower wall.

"Not me, his Nibbs." He growled as he lifted her leg over his hip.

They were finishing breakfast, when the other couples, began drifting in. The three couples, sat at separate tables; they all looked a little hung over. The girls dresses looked a little rumpled; he thought.

Terry had brought an overnight case and had changed into a tight woollen dress with a roll collar.

Terry was staring at the couples; she turned to him and whispered.

"Bobby the girls must have stayed here last night."

He shrugged, "so what."

"So I never expected my friends, to get screwed by a bunch of randy pilots." She hissed.

"You never complained about this randy pilot last night," he commentated

She kicked his shin under the table.

"That's not the same; it took you weeks to get the message, and then I had to deliver it myself."

"Well," he chuckled, "maybe they took your saying to heart," he paused, "any thing for the boys in blue."

She gave him a dirty look.

"Any how," he continued, "they seem to have hit it off," indicating Tim, who was holding Susan's hand across the table.

Terry changed the subject, "when do you have to leave?"

Glancing at his watch, he murmured, "we have to check out, and pick up the car, in about forty minutes," he said.

"You don't need to check out its already taken care of."

He frowned. "I put it down on my tax form, it comes under entertaining guests." She chuckled, "so we may have time to err, see if his Nibbs is rested enough." Giving him a lewd look.

"Who's insatiable now?" He asked rising from the table.

By the time he closed the bedroom door, she was already pulling the dress over her head.

The girls walked back to the Theatre car park with them,

Tim threw the keys, to Robert, having retrieved them from the box office.

"You drive Robbie; you look in better shape than the rest of us."

They loaded their valises into the trunk and then turned to say good-bye.

He gave Terry a long lingering kiss, and promised to ring her later that night; they turned, and saw that the others were doing the same.

***********

They reported to Alan Carr's large office, where they found, Dave Hardy, Dick Winter, Jim Robbins and Bob James along with Alan.

After greeting one another, Alan got them down to business.

"So what do you think of the aircraft Robbie?"

For the next thirty minutes, Robert talked about the A10, concluding with summarising.

"It's a fine aircraft, ideally suited for the work, we have in mind for it, after the modifications, have been carried out."

Alan nodded, then asked about the base and personnel.

The other three jumped in, extolling the living quarters, the food, air conditioning and the men they had met.

Bill pulled out the windcheater and showed them the badge at the back explaining the call sign Wild Boar.

Alan smiled, "I like it, it scares the hell out of me, and god knows, what it will do to the enemy."

The meeting broke up, but Alan asked Robert to stay behind, after the door closed behind the others, Alan began.

"Robbie, I know you are due, for a few days leave, the others can take four days starting tomorrow, but I need you, to talk to the BA Systems engineers to acquaint them with what you've leant.

We have four of their design team on the station. They are particularly interested with the aircrafts avionics system."

"Oh, course Sir I understand." Robert replied

"It should only take a couple of days; you should be able to get away on Friday, but I need you back by Monday."

Robert finally got to his bedroom, at nine that night, weary from going over drawings and specification sheets, and knowing another long day, loomed ahead for tomorrow.

At ten thirty, he connected the laptop, knowing Terry would have finished her performance, and should be in her dressing room, he clicked her address on Skype and her face appeared.

"Hello, darling, I was just getting changed", she said, "When do you get off?" Meaning the leave he had coming.

He explained that there had been a change of plan and that he wouldn't be able to see her until Friday.

Her face fell at the news.

"I was so looking forward, to you being at the flat tomorrow", she said, and then turned to say some thing to some one, over her shoulder.

"Excuse me darling a minute," she said rising from her chair, he caught a glimpse of suspenders and stockings under white panties and white basque, she returned sitting down again.

"Sorry, darling I was just saying good night to my dresser."

"I hope it was a woman," he said.

"Yes Fay, why?" looking puzzled.

"I caught a glimpse of what you're wearing."

She realised what he meant, and smiled.

"Would you like to see more?" A wicked grin on her face.

He nodded at the screen. She stood and moved the chair away, and moved into the room.

"How's that," she asked

Again he nodded, his mouth too dry to speak, she turned round slowly.

"Do you mind if I get changed?" She asked in a husky voice.

He slowly shook his head.

She moved a little closer to the screen. He could see how the basque, mouldered her breasts pushing them up and out. She began to unhook it slowly until gradually it fell open revealing her breasts. And then she moved the chair back and sat down, her face filling the screen.

"You witch," he groaned, "you did that on purpose."

"No, I did what you asked," a smile of triumph on her face. "I had plans for you, for tomorrow, but now I have to wait until Friday, so I thought I'd show you what you would be missing."

"Okay, you win," he said grudgingly, "I could get to the flat Thursday night, but it would be near midnight before I arrived, but I wouldn't want to disturb your sleep." He said in a quite voice.

"Oh, darling that would be marvellous, if you could", she then saw the look of triumph on his face, "you swine," she said breaking into laughter.

They had talked for a few more minutes, before; Terry ended by saying the door would be unlocked, and she would be upstairs in the lounge waiting.

It was 11-40pm when he pulled up at the mews house. He picked up his bag and locked the Celica; he let himself in, locking the door behind.

At the top of the stairs, he turned into the small lounge. She must have heard him she was standing in the middle, of the small room. She was wearing a flesh coloured negligee that reach from her throat to her ankles it was virtually transparent, he could see she was wearing a bra and thong of the same colour underneath.

"Hello darling", she said in a low voice "would you like a drink," as she walked to the drinks cabinet, without his answering, and poured him a drink. He noticed it was a Jameson bottle, and then made a G&T for herself.

"Sit down, you look tired."

He removed his bomber jacket, and sat down in one of the two comfortable armchairs that the lounge possessed.

She walked over and passed him his glass, placing hers on the coffee table at the side of him, and then curled, to sit at his feet her head, resting against his knee.

"You look tired too Terry," his hand stroking her hair, he passed her drink to her.

"No, not really, I've been on the laptop. Pearl called; we've agreed on a plan for the villa. She's already organised having the plot cleared. I guess I feel a little home sick for Barbados."

"Why don't you go over, after your tour is completed, you know Jeremy and Pearl would love to put you up," he suggested.

"Pearl has already asked me, I may take her up on it when you go out on your next tour."

She turned her head to look up at him, "Bobby you will be careful over there, and you don't need any more medals."

He looked at her serious face, her beautiful green eyes, which looked on the verge of tears.

"Terry darling I'll be fine, I have some thing important, to come back to now," he said tenderly.

She jumped up, spilling her drink over the negligee, and sat down on his lap her arms around his neck; she kissed him, her soft lips against his.

"You're wet," he whispered in her ear.

She stood and unbuttoned it, letting fall to the floor.

He stared, no matter how many times he'd seen her, he still marvelled at the perfection of her figure.

She could see him, examining her, her lips parted. "I think my bra is wet too," she said, slowly removing it, before returning to his lap.

He kissed her; she could feel his tongue against her lips; she parted them; his hand had cupped her breast, and she gave a gasp of pleasure.

His head moved from her lips to her breast, his lips enclosed on her areolae his tongue revolving round her nipple, which responded to his touch.

She gave a low groan, "Darling, I think I'm damp somewhere else," her voice trembling with emotion.

He lifted her, from the seat, so he could stand, putting her back on it again. Before kneeling down in front of her.

He slid his hands under her bottom drawing her nearer to him, and then gently opened her legs, she felt his hot breath, at the apex of her thighs then, what could only be his tongue probing the material of her thong.

She gasped trying to draw air in to her lungs; her hands were behind his head forcing him closer; she couldn't remember placing them there, but she didn't remove them.

She felt his finger move the thong to one side, then his tongue was between the lips of her vulva; her body was jerking with the ecstasy, of the sensations that were flooding her body, her hands were pushing his head in closer, she wanted him to go deeper, deeper.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 08



He lifted his head up and looked at her; her face was flushed, and she was panting.

He lifted her in his arms and took her up into the bedroom.

He woke up the next morning, the bed empty; he threw back the duvet to climb out noticing her thong from the night before lying crumpled in the bed. He picked it up and slipped into his shorts.

She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast her back to him; she was wearing a pair of shorts, which she had bought in Barbados and a boob tube, with a white pinafore around her waist.

She must have heard him come in; she said over her shoulder "won't be long."

"Are you missing any thing," he asked.

She turned; he was twirling her thong around his finger.

"Oh," she grinned, "I have more than one pair you know."

"So what's on offer today?" He inquired.

"That's for me to know" she paused, "and you to find out." Giving him a lewd look.

"I was talking about breakfast, you hussy."

After breakfast, they cleaned up, and then took their coffee up stairs to the lounge.

He was conscious of her buttocks straining at the confines of her shorts as they climbed the steep staircase.

She was bending, to set her coffee mug on the low coffee table. He put his down on the side board, before coming up behind her, he reached round and clasped her breasts in his hands, then suddenly pushing the boob tube down freeing her breasts, as his lips caressed her neck.

"You need a shave," she groaned.

"Do you want me to shave right now," he whispered.

"No, not at this precise moment," groaning again.

His hands slid down to her waist; she felt him free the shorts and then push the zip down.

"I thought you said you had more than one pair," he said running his hand over her naked bottom.

"I thought it would save time," she mumbled huskily

She could feel him pushing his shorts down, and then his hard erection was between the cheeks of her bottoms; she moved her legs wider, taking the weight of her body, on her arms that were holding on to the table, as she felt it entering.

She collapsed into the arm chair; her legs felt like jelly, her breath coming back into control, he was still standing, his chest heaving.

"Well we have eight hours, before I have to leave for the Theatre, so what would you like to do?" She asked him.

He looked down at her naked body, "More of the same," he murmured.

She looked at him, a smile breaking out on her face.

"I guess I can live with that, but first have a shower and a shave. If you're a good boy, I'll come and wash your back."

After the shower they sat back down in the lounge, Terry began. "Last night that was oral sex, you did to me, wasn't it?"

"I suppose it was," he murmured "why did I shock you?"

"Not shocked, but surprised you knew about it, and more to the point, how to do it".

"Well, I've never done it before, but the position I was in, well it just seemed the most natural thing to do."

She smiled looking at him "I have to admit I did enjoy it."

They made love twice that day before Terry had to get ready for the Theatre. Robert would order a pizza ready for her return.

They heard the sound of the car horn that signalled that the Theatre car had arrived for her, as she began to descend the stairs, Robert shouted,

"Don't change from that outfit, you wore when we were taking on the lap top," he asked.

"Oh, so you think you'll need stimulation," she chuckled.

It was after 10 pm, when he switched off the TV; suddenly realising he didn't know where Terry's private phone book was.

She'd said the number for the pizza place was in it. He looked around the lounge before moving to the bedroom, there was a telephone on the bedside chest of drawers. He found the book in the second drawer but noticed some thing odd behind it.

A soft plastic tube about 10 inches long, suddenly realising it was a copy of a male phallus, there was a button at the end of it.

He depressed it; there was a low hum, and it vibrated in his hand.

The pizza arrived before Terry; he paid and tipped the man placing it in the oven on low heat, before returning up stairs to the lounge.

He heard the car draw up, and then her hurrying up the stairs, sweeping into the room, slightly breathless. He noticed immediately that she was wearing nylons; she hadn't when she left.

"Hungry darling," he asked.

"No, not really, maybe later," she replied, "but I could use a drink."

He moved to the drinks cabinet, pouring out the drinks, when he turned round, she had taken off her coat, she was wearing the white basque and panties that she had worn the night, when they were on the lap top.

"Is this stimulating enough for you," she asked in a sexy voice.

"Taking of stimulation," he removed the vibrator from behind the cushion of the easy chair.

"Oh," her face coloured in embarrassment.

He crossed over to her, gave her a peck on the nose and led her back to the chair allowing her to curl up on his lap, her head over his shoulder.

"Bobby," she began in a whisper, "when you were gone, some nights I thought I would die, for wanting you." She sobbed, "I think Sue guessed how I felt, and gave it to me, I'm ashamed to say it did help me, get through those nights."

He gently pulled her head, around to face him. "Does that mean his Nibbs is redundant?"

She smiled "Of course not, it's no substitute for the real thing."

He realised that the guilt he had, felt over Jill was now over.

He was struggling, to unhook the basque, whilst she was nibbling his ear.

"Need a hand," she whispered, he nodded, and she climbed of his lap and stood before him.

"If I have to take these of its only fair that you take them off," looking at his clothes.

He stripped quickly, standing naked before her, she smiled and slowly unhooked the basque, and he noticed there was a little pink bow, on the front of her tiny panties.

She moved closer to him, taking his erection in her hand, slowly moving it along its length.

"You know darling, it's no comparison with his Nibbs," she chuckled in a sexy way.

He began to reach for her, "No", she whispered, "Lie on the floor."

He lay looking up at her; she wiggled her hips seductively, as she slid the panties over her suspender belt.

Then straddling him she lowered her self-down on to him, pausing, to guide it into her, they both gasped together.

Her hands were on his chest whilst his were on her breasts pinching the nipples. Her movements became more violent has the passion built. Suddenly he rolled her over on to her back; her legs curled over his hips, as he entered her, with a hard thrust, then another; she groaned, digging her nails into his buttocks and back, her breath coming in gasps. She groaned again as they climaxed, her body shaking.

They lay side by side on the carpet waiting for their body's to return to normal.

"Wow," she said in a low voice, "that was good, very good."

"How did it compare with Mr Dildo?"

"Stupid", she said digging her elbow into his ribs.

The next morning Terry announced that she wouldn't be at the Theatre that night or the next, so they had the day, to them self's. She was going to book a restaurant for dinner, then afterwards they would go to a night club; Robert wasn't too impressed with the idea, but went along with it, if it made her happy.

All through the day, whenever he tried to make advances, she avoided him, or said a firm no.

"You save your strength for tonight," was all she would say.

When the time came for them to change, for the night, she ordered him to change first. When he came down he was wearing his grey slacks and black blazer over a pale blue shirt.

"Very handsome", she commented, "I'm going up now, and I don't need any help from you, understand."

She came back down an hour later, dressed in the black dress she had bought in Bournemouth, her hair coiffeur on top of her head exposing her long neck. She was wearing black nylon stockings with black high-heeled shoes. The result was breathtaking; he thought.

She, pirouetted, "Well, will I do?"

"Oh, yes," he replied in a throaty voice, advancing towards her.

"Back off buster;" she warned, "I've not gone to all this trouble for you to rip it off again," she smiled, "possibly later perhaps."

He couldn't keep his eyes of her all through the dinner, and he noticed quite a few other men in the room couldn't either.

After the meal, they moved on to a nightclub.

It was a small intimate club, catering for the older generation, rather than teenagers, a round dance floor, at the end a dais, where a four-man combo played.

There were tables placed around the dance floor and behind them a raised area where additional tables were set into booths.

Terry said some thing to the man at the door, and he led them around the raised area to a booth. Where to his surprise Tim was sitting with Susan, both men looked shocked, the girls giggling.

"I have a feeling we've been set up Robbie," Tim said.

"I think you are right," Robert replied

Susan stood and leaned, over the table, to allow Robert to kiss her cheek. Showing, quite a bit of cleavage in the process, from her tight white dress, whilst Tim kissed Terry.

It seemed that the girls, had arranged this, when they found out that Tim and Robert would be in town. They began talking, Robert found out that Sue, as she liked to be called played clarinet, in the Theatre orchestra.

"I bet you need good lungs for that," Robert said.

"Oh, she can blow, all right, I've heard her," said Tim proudly.

Robert nearly spilled his drink; he glanced at Sue, who had gone red in the face, While Terry, tried to stop her self from laughing, Tim unaware of his gaff.

Later Tim and Sue went down to dance; the combo was playing slow Latin number.

Robert realised that her dress, was, in fact, a mini dress, being five or six inches above her knee. She had to reach up to put her arms around Tim's neck, so the dress moved up higher; her hips were moving with the rhythm of the music.

Robert leaned over to whisper in Terry's ear.

"He'll come back, with a hard on; I'm getting one on just looking."

"Don't waste your energy, you'll need it for later," she chuckled.

"Have you spoken, to the other girls, I mean, did they or didn't they, that night at the hotel?"

"A girl doesn't discuss that sort of thing, but they were impressed with their fitness." Giving him a sly smile.

The pair returned to the table at the end of the music, Tim looking decidedly uncomfortable, Sue slid in, beside Robert and then Tim took his place at her side.

He couldn't help but notice; she placed her hand on Tim's thigh.

The clubs lights dimmed as the combo struck up another slow Latin number.

Terry reached for his hand, "come on hero lets dance," leading him on to the dance floor.

She put her arms around his neck; there were about eight other couples, dancing.

Her head was against his cheek; he could smell her heady perfume.

"I thought I'd better get you away, from the table, I think they want to play," she giggled.

"I'd like to play too." he grumbled.

"Oh baby, do you feel left out," she whispered, pushing her tummy hard against him, her hips moving to the music.

His response was immediate "Oh," she whispered, "His Nibbs likes to dance too."

"Terry", he hissed, "Cut it out, I have to get back to the table."

"Tim, managed it Okay," she whispered.

"Yes, and it was bloody obvious to any one with eyes in their head," he growled.

The music ended, and they returned to the table, Robert keeping close behind her hoping the fullness of the dress would hide him.

As they reached the table, Tim and Sue stood up.

"We're leaving now Robbie, Sue has a full day ahead of her tomorrow."

He kissed Sue good night while Tim did the same to Terry, when he turned to shake Robert's hand Robert leant forward and whispered, "Tim your fly's undone."

He was still laughing, after they had left, Terry turned, placing an arm over his shoulder, "that was horrible for poor Tim," she said softly, then he felt her hand on his zip, before he could react, she had opened his fly, and her hand was inside.

"Terry," he said in alarm.

"It's all right darling, the tablecloth hides us." She said pleasantly, as if discussing the weather.

Her fingers found the fly of his shorts, and his erection was suddenly out.

"Now do I have your attention," she asked pleasantly, her hand moving up and down.

He nodded his mouth too dry to speak.

"Good," she said in the same voice, "do you want to make love to me?"

"God, Terry you know I do," he said hoarsely.

'Very well, then let's go." She let go of him, gathered up her purse and stood up.

She burst into laughter, at the sight of him, fumbling under the tablecloth.

She went straight up to the bedroom, Robert following. She turned on the bed side light, waited a second, before turning round, he had his back to her hanging up his blazer and slacks, she frowned puzzled.

She slid the zipper down, and stepped from the dress, she was wearing her sexiest underwear, black lace bra and matching micro thong with hold up sheer black nylon stockings.

He turned towards her, and smiled, then began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Why hadn't he, made a move on her, she wondered, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to roll down her stockings?

He came and stood in front of her.

"You embarrassed him tonight," he said.

"Who, darling?" Alarm lit up her face.

"His Nibbs, he's fallen out with you."

"I'm sorry Mr Nibbs." She said chuckling to his shorts.

"He, can't hear you."

"Oh," she said pulling down his shorts, noticing he didn't have a full erection. "I said I'm sorry."

"He still can't hear you", he said. "You need to get nearer."

Terry suddenly knew, what he wanted; she had never done this before, but the girls had talked about it, claiming the power it gave them over a man.

She lowered her head, her mouth opening, as her lips closed on it while her tongue played over it. She gripped his hips pushing her mouth further down.

She felt his response first a small tremble then it began to grow, in her mouth, it was exciting her. She became bolder taking him deeper, she heard him moan, it felt huge, and then, he was pulling her head away.

He pushed her back onto the bed her legs dangling over the side; she felt his hands pulling down her thong, she closed her eyes.

She felt his hand on her thigh and then it moved upwards she parted her legs, his fingers searching then they found her, a low moan burst from her lips as they entered, and then began to move slowly over her nub, just when she felt she would explode they left her. Then she felt his hands on the bra his fingers separating her breasts from the cups.

He moved, and then his mouth was sucking greedily, first one breast then the other, then her throat with his lips, then her neck and her lips, then back to her breasts.

His hand had moved back to her vulva. The fingers and his lips on her breast were driving her crazy; her head was swinging from side to as she tried to get air.

"Now darling, now, take me now," she groaned.

He ignored her request. He kept doing what he was doing.

"Oh, Bobby, please, please argh," she groaned as she climaxed.

She, felt him lift her onto the bed, she opened her eyes and looked at him, and he looked solemn.

"Oh, you sweet, wonderful bastard," she whispered.

He smiled, and then opened her legs, his erection sliding easily into her wet interior. As he began to thrust harder, deeper, her legs were high over his back, her hands gripping his truant buttocks, as he climaxed, wave after wave of tremors shook his body.

When he had recovered, she leant over him "I hope you realise that you have flooded me."

"That's your fault for being such a tease all day."

She leapt from the bed, going to the bathroom, when she returned he was asleep.

The next day Terry phoned Sue and between them they arranged to have a picnic in the park, its being as unusual, warm May Day.

Robert and Terry arrived first; it's being explained to him that it was a favourite spot that they had used as students.

They spread a blanket, and started to unpack the icebox, when Sue and Tim arrived.

The men left the girls to finish of laying every thing out while they sat and chattered.

"How are things with you and Sue? Not being nosey." Repeating the question Tim had asked him in the States.

"I think Robbie, you could say we're an item." Tim said smiling.

"Congratulations, she's a lovely girl." Robert replied.

While the men, sat down to start eating the girls stood to remove their dresses. Both were wearing bikinis, Terry in blue, while Sue wore a bright red one; Robert judged that Sue's had used a lot less material in the making of it than Terry's.

The men had stripped of their shirts and were wearing jeans; they were eating the Kentucky fried chicken when the two girls burst out laughing, "What's the joke?" Robert asked.

"I was telling Sue about your response to my tanning suit, how you thought it was obscene." She replied with a smile.

"Well it was, I have handkerchiefs that you could make three of them from."

"Oh, Robbie," Sue said, "I've seen Terry's; it's not that small, I have two at home that are much smaller." She said smiling.

"What are you lot talking about?" Asked Tim.

"About Terry's tanning suit silly." Sue replied.

"Have I seen yours then?" Tim asked.

"No, but I'll show you when we get back, if you like," Sue said demurely.

"I think you are in for a rare treat, Tim my boy," Robert said with a grin.

Both girls giggled, and Sue pulled her tongue out at Robert, leaving Tim mystified.

They were laid with the girl's heads on their chests when Tim asked.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow Robbie?"

"Oh about 6am," he replied.

"So, we are going to be pretty tied up for the next few weeks," Tim said.

"More like a month at least," Robert, replied.

Sue lifted her head, her face solemn.

"So I won't see you for a month Timmy," she whispered.

"Well, we only get Sunday's off, by the time we drive down to London its time to drive back again," Tim said gloomily.

Terry looked up and smiled.

"I've checked, and there's a motel five miles, from the station. We could hire a car Sue, and book in on Saturday day night," she paused deliberately, "that's if any one is interested."

The three heads looked at her, smiles breaking out on their faces. Robert kissed her head, "you know you're not only beautiful, but you're very smart to."

"Would you like that Timmy?" Sue asked him.

"Oh, course darling."

"Well if I could make a suggestion Sue, show him you tanning suit, at the motel, after a week's hard labour, he will appreciate it more," Robert said with a sly smile.

"That's a good idea Robbie, I'll lend the other one to Terry, and so you can judge at the motel too." Returning his sly smile, with the wicked one.

"What the hell are you two on about?" Said an exasperated Tim.

"Wait and see Tim." Terry said.

They returned to the mews house as it began to get dark, "Do you feel hungry darling?" She asked once inside; he shook his head.

In the lounge, she curled up on his lap her head resting on his chest he was stroking her hair with his fingers.

"You'll have to test fly this new plane won't you?" She whispered.

He smiled to himself she always whispered when she was scared.

"It's an aircraft darling; carpenters use planes, and yes I'll be flying it, but there's no danger."

She lifted her head looking at him intently. "You wouldn't lie to me Bobby."

"Never," and kissed her nose.

"When do you think you'll be going back out there?"

"It's difficult to say, if every thing goes to plan, about mid June."

She looked up again a tear rolled down her cheek. "Let's go to bed."




The Boys in Blue Ch. 08



She rose and removed the dress the bikini underneath.

"Would you wear Sues tanning suit at the motel?"

Her face brightened "wait and see Bobby."

She was still asleep, when he rolled quietly out of the bed; the duvet had been kicked down the bed, and she lay on her stomach with one arm raised. He bent and kissed her shoulder. Picked up his case and tiptoed out, putting his shoes on, in the kitchen. He closed the door as quietly as he could, then he started the car.

To be continued. 



The Boys in Blue Ch. 09



Part 9. The boys in blue

*****************

The following week was hectic.

The four pilots were in the conference room most of the day, checking through manuals, of the new A10 with those of the American A10.

They would discuss the difference, making notes and queries. They would bring them up in the afternoon with the civilian engineers, when they held their meetings with them. 

But, what they really wanted, was to see the British A10 in the flesh; first it was arriving on Tuesday then on Wednesday. 

It finally arrived on Thursday.

It didn't look all that different than the aircraft they had flown in Arizona at first sight. But, when you could get closer, you could see the subtle differences. The engines were slightly bigger. 

There was no canon at the front, which would be added later. There was a biggish rounded nodule behind the cockpit containing the new radar in front of the cockpit, on either side were two bulges, with armoured Perspex shields in front facing forward sensors, which linked to the radar. 

The largest difference, from the aircraft he had flown in the desert, was in the cockpit. The layout had changed, the standard controls, control column, flaps, thrust lever, brakes were recognisable still, but the front of the cockpit was dominated by three ten inch display screens.

Robert had to move aside from further examination has the civilian engineers and RAF ground crew swarmed all over it.

The pace picked up, with the arrival of the first aircraft. 

Not having the luxury of a dedicated flight simulator, such as the one at Fort Call, they had to make do with a software program, which the electronic engineers had made. This could be shown on a large thirty-six inch monitor, which displayed all the flight controls of the new aircraft. 

Clicking the mouse, over a particular control revealed a flag, which explained its function. 

It was slow going, due to the fact only one of the four could use the program.

They had been assured that a full-scale reproduction of the cockpit, should be arriving the next week. It would be linked to the program once the engineers had sorted out all the bugs.

In the meantime, they had lectures from the Rolls Royce people. Lectures from BA Systems people, so by the time they came off duty late Saturday night, their heads were aching with the data they had absorbed.

Robert had received a call from Terry at eleven to say Sue, and she had booked in at the motel and were in chalets 14 and 15.

It was almost midnight, by the time Tim's BMW pulled up outside 15. 

The chalets where single story, built in one long row a parking bay outside each one. Robert grabbed his overnight bag from the rear seat and moved to the door of 14, where a Ford Mondeo was parked outside, he knocked and walked in.

He stopped stunned; Sue was standing there with a big smile on her face, and practically nothing else on. The smile quickly faded, and her eyes opened in alarm at seeing Robert there.

"Oh, sorry Sue, I've got the wrong chalet," he stammered and quickly closed the door.

As he turned he saw Tim exiting 15 as they passed each other Tim muttered, "Sods law."

When he entered, Terry was sitting on the bed with a bathrobe on, seeing him she jumped to her feet and kissed him.

When he broke away, he asked her if she had been wearing the robe when Tim came in.

"Yes, why darling?"

"Well I've just seen Sue in her tanning suit." 

"Oh, and how did it look," she replied raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't stay long enough to form an opinion."

She chuckled "poor darling did it frighten my hero?"

"It will frighten Tim when he sees it."

They could hear laughter coming from the next room.

"Well he doesn't sound frightened to me," she said, "I'm sorry about the mix up, but when I saw this one was the last in the row, I switched keys with Sue. At least it gives us some privacy; the walls are paper-thin."

He removed the bomber jacket and dropped the overnight bag on the small chest of drawers, then sat on the bed, to remove his shoes.

"Had a shower?" He asked.

"Yes, when we arrived at 10-30."

"So you've not had time to change then."

"No, I've changed," a smile on her face

At that moment, they were interrupted, by drumming noise coming from the next room. Robert crossed to the wall; he could feel it was vibrating, he put his ear to it, and he could hear low moans grunts and cry's emanating from it.

"It sounds like Sue's tanning suit, didn't stay on lo." He never finished as he completed his turn.

Terry, had removed the robe; it was lying on the bed. She was standing looking at him. 

Sue's suit, seemed to consist of more string than material, two thin strips extended down from the halter at her neck barley covering her areolas; her nipples standing proud, the black of the material, contrasting with the light cream of her flesh. The minuscule piece of material that tried to cover her vulva stood out on the whiteness of her bikini line. 

"So," she said huskily, "what do you think?" Knowing already, by the bulge in his jeans.

He walked up to her his thumbs tracing the outline, of her nipples.

"I still say; there are indecent, and only to be worn in complete, and utter privacy," his voice strained.

"If you don't like it, I'll take it off," her voice low and sexy.

"No, it's emm ...all right," he swallowed.

"You know darling, I think his Nibbs, is trying to look at it, let me help him."

She moved closer and slowly lowered his zip of the jeans sliding them down to his ankles.

She continued, "Oh, the poor thing he'll suffocate in there," her hand pulled his shorts forward lifting and then pushing them down to join the jeans.

His erection, fully vertical and hard, she sat on the bed and leant forward.

"Hello Mr Nibbs, have you missed me," she kissed the end of it. 

He let out, a low groan his hands reach out for her, she pushed them away.

"Stop it Bobby, were having a discussion. What's that you said; oh, you liked the kiss?"

Her head dropped lower; he could feel her mouth encompassing the erection, her lips holding it firm then her head began to slowly, move.

He could feel his buttock's clench, and then her hands holding them, as they moved to the rhythm of her head.

He tried to lift her head, but she would have none of it, just keeping the same rhythm up, maddening him, he was sucking in air into his dry mouth, he could feel his body tensing.

She must have felt it; she removed her head and grasped the erection in her hand moving it up and down faster and faster.

He climaxed, the hot sticky fluid, striking Terry in the chest, again and again has he spurted.

The strength gone from his body; Terry stood up; he could see the white fluid slowly running down her body between her breasts, then down over her lovely tummy, towards her vulva. He raised his head to look at her.

She was smiling, a look of triumph, written all over her face. 

Then, he understood, this was pay back, for the night at the flat.

She put her arms around him, kissing him gently, and her body undulating against him. She broke away and looked at him, a smile of amusement, on her face.

"I think we both could use a shower darling," as she pulled the bow on her neck.

They made love again, early next morning; afterwards Terry took a shower and changed. 

"I'm going into town, to buy some booze and nibbles," she announced, "only be an hour or so." 

As she closed the door, he heard a conversation out side of it, and then she popped her head around the door again.

"Tim's going to run me in, he needs to get some things for Sue."

Robert rolled out of bed and went for his shower.

He was laid on the bed, with a bath towel round his waist, when there was a knock on the door, and Sue came in wearing a short silk robe tied with a belt of the same material, carrying a bath towel over her arm.

"Robbie could I use your shower I think our shower head is blocked?" 

"Sure help you're self." 

Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the bathroom.

"Thanks Robbie", she said smiling, "sorry about last night, I hope I didn't startle you?"

"I think you may have startled Tim more," he said grinning.

"I think he soon got over it, I saw Terry must have used mine, its hanging up in the bathroom. Did it have the necessary effect?"

"Lets just say, it was beneficial to the course of the evening," smiling back.

"Thanks Robbie." And then she left.

Terry and Tim arrived back fifty minutes later; Terry came in carrying a shopping bag.

"Hi darling have you missed me," she said, unloading the bag.

He came up behind her and kissed her neck she tilted it to one side as he ran his lips the length of it.

"Hey, let a girl gets through the door," she whispered.

He turned her around to face him, marvelling at her beauty, then his lips found her soft lips; he held the kiss a long time. He looked at her face again her eyes were sparkling, as she looked at his.

"Oh Bobby, I do love you so much," she whispered.

They made love, slow tender love.

Later while she lay in his arms, she whispered, "that was beautiful darling, I never realised you could be so tender".

Later, Terry invited Tim and Sue round for a drink. 

They had to sit on the bed, there being only two chairs, in the room. After they had a few drinks Terry mischievously asked Tim, "so what did you make of Sue's tanning suit Tim?"

"Err, to be honest, I didn't think she was wearing one until", his voice trailed off to everyone's amusement.

"What did Robbie think of yours Terry?" Sue asked.

"Oh, I think you could say; he was overcomed," she answered demurely, giving Robert a wicked grin.

Sue was leaning back on the bed, supported by her elbow, the mini, had ridden up her thigh and he could clearly see, the red and black lace of her thong. 

He went and poured more drinks, when he returned he moved his chair to one side to avoid looking.

After the party had broken up, Terry mentioned it.

"What was the matter, you looked uncomfortable at one stage there?"

Robert explained truthfully, about Sue's underwear, and how he had thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

Terry giggled, "So you were getting turned on then?" 

Robert protested that he wasn't.

Terry shrugged, "if you say so. I'm going to freshen up." She stood, picking up her case she made for the bathroom. "Pour me another drink darling please."

When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a black transparent negligee that fell to her knees, beneath it, she had on a black and red lace thong exactly as the one Sue had worn, with a small bra of the same material and colour. 

The negligee, buttoned below the deep Vee of the neckline, the swell of her breasts was clearly visible; only two buttons secured it below her breasts. 

She came and sat on the bed, crossing her legs, and reaching out for her drink.

Robert couldn't take his eyes of her. "How do you know that's what she was wearing?"

"Simple darling, Sue and I shop together. Now you're not telling me that these few pieces of material are turning you on are you?" Already knowing the answer, by the bulge in his jeans.

They stayed in the same positions while their bodies returned to normal. Terry had her head over his shoulder kissing his neck her hand in his hair. She whispered in his ear "Darling you always take me to new heights."

"No, I think we are just a good team, we respond to each other." He whispered back.

The next morning, as Tim and Terry loaded their cars, Sue came over to him.

"What the hell were you two doing last night; it sounded like you were killing Terry?"

"You could hear us?" Robert replied looking alarmed.

"Hear you, it's a wonder they didn't hear you at Renton," she chuckled.

"Oh I'm sorry Sue; we must have got carried away,"

"Oh, don't be sorry, I almost came in my knickers, listening to you both, and it did wonders for Timmy's libido," Giving him a sexy smile. "Will you be watching Terry on the telly on Wednesday night?"

"I didn't know she was going to be on," he replied. He turned to Terry "what's this about you being on the television"? He asked her.

"Oh, it's only a talk show, the record company wants me to plug the new CD. It's the Spotlight show on at eight on ITV," Terry replied. 

***************

The next week, at the station, was a repeat of the last one, endless meeting's while the engineers tweaked and adjusted parts of the aircraft, and then, they had to alter the manuals to suit. 

Try has he could; Robert could never seem to reduce the pile of folders that seemed to grow on his desk every day. 

But, he made time on Wednesday evening, to return to his room and switch on his television set to catch Terry on the Spotlight show. 

There were four other guests including Terry, hosted by David Solomon, an author whose book had just been published, an MP and Mike Tyrell a talk show host who had been axed by the BBC for some scandal some time ago. 

Robert couldn't recall what the scandal had been about. 

He concentrated on Terry; she was in a smart light blue trouser suit, sitting quietly, listening to the discussion of the other guests, but Tyrell kept butting in with some smart remark or other, obviously he was trying to hog all the limelight.

Eventually, Solomon turned to Terry, and asked about her CD and the show she was currently in... 

Terry replied in a friendly manner, but then Tyrell suddenly laughed and said, 

"Yeah, but latching on to a VC didn't harm your PR did it?" 

Terry's face went white with anger, "Mr Tyrell I met my fiance before he was awarded the VC." She said bitingly. 

"Oh yeah," Tyrell said in a smarmy voice, "When was that?" 

Terry never hesitated.

"About the same time, the papers broke the story of you and a fourteen year old school girl." 

Tyrell's face turned white, if looks could kill Terry would have been dead, but she just smiled sweetly back at him. 

He glared at her for a second, and then suddenly tore of the mike attached to his coat, and stormed off of the set. 

The audience erupted in applause. It took several seconds for David Solomon to regain order a wide smile on his face, matched by the smiles of the other two guests.

He managed to contact Terry, later that night on the laptop. When her face came into view, he could see that she had been crying.

"Bobby did you see the show?" She asked anxiously.

"Yes," he chuckled.

"You don't believe that bastard do you that I only went after you because of the medal?"

"Oh, course not, and you were perfectly right we did meet before I received it. But remind me never to get in an argument with you," he said laughing.

She relaxed, and they began to speak normally.

By Saturday, he was exhausted with the work of trying to get the squadron ready.

Tim and he reached the motel just after 11pm; Terry had phoned to say they had the same rooms again. She was unpacking when he entered.

"Hello darling", she said, "I won't be long," after giving him a quick kiss. 

He took off, his jacket, and lay on the bed.

When she had finished, she turned around; he was fast asleep.

He woke the next morning, to find Terry in her bathrobe watching him; he glanced at his watch it was after 10 am; he'd slept for over ten hours.

"Hi", she said, "would you like some coffee?" She moved to the tea and coffee kettle supplied by the motel.

He realised he was still dressed in his jeans and tee shirt. He rose from the bed.

"I'm sorry darling I was a bit of a damp squib last night."

She turned to face him her face serious, "You were exhausted, any physical activity would have killed you," she said smiling. "Go and have a shower, shout if you need me to wash your back."

He stripped off in the room and then walked naked into the bathroom she heard the shower start followed by "Terry", she smiled to her self undoing the bathrobe and tossing it on to the bed; she was naked as she went towards the bathroom.

Later Tim and Sue joined them for drinks, and they were discussing Terry's tour, that would be starting the next week, beginning in Scotland. She would be gone for a month, before returning to London. 

This would be Robert's and her last weekend, at the motel until she returned.

Tim mentioned that Bill and Tom had contacted Carol and July and that they would be coming up the next weekend with Sue. 

Robert said the place was turning into a bordello. 

At which, Tim said that the other two couldn't understand how he and Robbie looked so refreshed when they felt so knacked, so he told them why.

The rest of the day passed they made love, but Terry knew, he was tired, desperately so, and it reflected in their lovemaking.

When it came time to part on Monday morning he held her close, knowing this would be the last time, for a month.

"I hope you've packed Mr Vibrator", he whispered, "I know what these randy Highlanders are like."

"You should do; you're engaged to one," she whispered, he kissed her their lips welded together. A tear rolled down her cheek as he walked to Tim's car.

******************8

For the next two weeks, Robert was maintaining the pressure on others, as well as him self to get the work done. 

Two more A10s had arrived, the problems they had, had with the first A10 and solved, meant that these didn't suffer the same problems. 

Robert had flown the first one and was immediately impressed. The new engines power making them selves felt from the first flight.

At the beginning of the third week Robert was summoned to London to report to, the ministry for a progress report. 

There had been a problem with some of the software from a German manufacturer, and he had dispatched Tim along with one of the eggheads to go out and solve it. They had already been out there over a week with no solution, as yet in sight.

Robert drove down to London for the 3pm meeting and spent the next six hours explaining the situation. 

He finally left at 9-15, rather than face the four-hour drive, back to the Renton that night, he decided to sleep over night at Terry's mews house. The appeal of a shower and bed as opposed to driving at night won the argument.

He parked the car, and let himself in with the key, Terry had given him. He was on his way up the stairs, when he heard music has he neared the lounge, he saw a dim light from the TV from under the door way. 

He opened the door, expecting Terry to be there; instead it was Sue She jumped when he walked in. 

"God, Robbie you scared me."

"Sorry Sue, what are you doing here," he said frowning.

"Oh, Terry's letting me use it, for a few days, they are re-wiring my block of flats, and they, started on my floor yesterday. What are you doing here?"

Robert explained about the conference and how long it had gone on for, and saying how he had hoped to crash out here.

"Well," said Sue, "if you want to take a shower, there's plenty of hot water, and I'll make some coffee."

He made his way, to the bathroom on the next level, opposite the bedroom. After taking off his uniform and hanging it up, he collected a pair of jeans and polo shirt from the drawer where he kept some of his clothes. After, having his shower, he slipped them on, going back down the stairs in his bare feet.

The coffee was on the table in the lounge, after selecting one he settled into the other armchair. 

Sue had turned the TV off, and switched on the sidelights, he noticed unusual for her she was wearing jeans, with ragged cuts in the knee, and a loose sweatshirt.

They began to talk; he asked if she had heard from Tim, not for a few days she said, she asked about Terry. 

Then she talked, about the fun they had when Carol and July Bill, and Tom arrived at the motel, apparently hers and Tim's chalet, was in the middle of the three, and it had sounded like world war three had broken out, she ended with a smile.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 09



"So, I'm not the only noisy one on the planet," he said with a grin.

"Oh no," she said, "that was some thing special, their noise didn't make me come," she grinned.

"I thought you said you only almost did."

"I lied," giving him a wicked smile, "so how's the monastic life style suiting you?"

"So long as there are cold showers, I get by," he smiled.

"The trouble with me, is I hate cold water," she said pulling a face.

"Yes, but you girls have the benefit of vibrators, or so Terry told me; you got hers didn't you?"

She nodded then added, "I've got four," she said proudly.

"Bloody hell Sue, why would you need four," he said looking puzzled

"It all depends on what mood I'm in,"

.

'"So, you're in your hippy mood tonight then," indicating her clothing.

"Well, if I'd known a tall, handsome man would be calling, I'd have worn something else," giving him a strange look.

"Oh really," he murmured.

Sue, was staring directly into his eyes, and with a shock, he knew then where this could be leading, and wasn't sure he wanted to stop it.

"Would you like me to show you Robbie?" She said looked at him.

"If you like," his mouth, had suddenly gone dry.

She got up and left the room.

Twenty minutes later, she returned, she'd put on makeup, a deep red lipstick on her lips

She'd changed, into a short red negligee, with matching bra and thong black silk self-support stocking on her legs, the negligee was open.

"Do you approve?" She twirled round the negligee rose up displaying the tiny thong.

He looked her in the eye. "Where do we go from here, Sue?"

She replied her voice husky "Where do you want it, to go Robbie?"

He studied her face and her body; he knew he was lost. "All the way."

He woke the next morning, with Sue curled up against his chest, his arm over her shoulders. She was still fast asleep. He began to lift his arm, up away from her, but she gave a small moan and rolled over against his chest, as if seeking its warmth.

His hand was now near her breast; he traced the curve of it with his index finger, finally ending on her nipple.

He heard her murmur, "That's nice."

"I'm sorry Sue, I didn't want to wake you."

"Well, it's a nice way to wake up with, you can be very gentle at times Robbie."

"Meaning I wasn't last night," he said guiltily.

"Oh, I didn't say that, last night you dominated me, a girl like's that and this girl enjoyed every second of it."

"Sue, you realise it was just sex, nothing more."

"Oh, course I do Robbie, you used my body, to rid you of your frustrations, and I used yours to do the same." She chuckled.

"Mercenary little witch aren't you." he laughed.

"Well, you are a big improvement, over my vibrators," she chuckling again.

"So, I have to think of you, as my female dildo." He murmured.

"Right", she chuckled. "Any place, anytime, when I'm alone, and needing it."

"Well I can't lie here, discussing our sex lives, or the lack of it, I have to take a shower and get moving." He threw back the duvet and climbed over her body.

He was in the shower, soaping him self down, when she entered; she threw up a mock salute saying "Private Dildo reporting for duty Sir."

He gazed at her body, her large breasts, which seemed somewhat out of proportion with her tiny slim body. 

She bent down taking his partial erection in her mouth,

"Urg soapy," she said wiping the soap off with her hand, and then returned her mouth. She could feel him responding, she took him deep into her throat. She could feel his hands on her bottom, then his hand, the fingers stroking her vulva, she parted her legs slightly, and the fingers slid in.

He lifted her head, and he drew her closer to him, his erection pressing against her ribcage. She stood on tiptoe, to place her hands around his neck as he lifted her up with her buttocks. 

Her legs encircling him high, above his waist, and then he lowered her, sliding down his soapy body. 

She groaned with frustration, as it missed; he raised her up slightly, and she wiggled her bottom until she could feel it resting against her lips.

Her lips parted at the force, and he slid in.

They started slowly, but as the passion grew, so did their movements. Sue was using his neck to lift herself up and then ramming her self down, faster and faster. 

The climax came; she felt him thrust two or three times into her feeling the heat of his ejaculations inside her.

She slid down his body, resting her head on his chest breathing hard, the shower water helped to revive her.

"Permission to retire and make coffee Sir," she said hoarsely.

"Granted," he mumbled.

He had dressed in his uniform when he entered the lounge. Sue was in the negligee of the night before undone and naked beneath, coffee on the table. 

He picked up a mug and sat down in an armchair, Sue in the other.

"So Robbie," she said, "was your, little dildo satisfactory?" Giving him a sly grin.

"You know Sue, for such a little body; you certainly have a significant sexual, appetite."

"Oh, I've always liked sex, from as far back as I can remember, but I don't think I'm a nymphomaniac Robbie. I am particular about whom I go with."

"So when was the first time for you, if you don't mind my asking?"

"When I was thirteen, my dad's brother's family were staying at our house. They had all gone down to the pub leaving me, and his son Billy, who was sixteen behind watching TV, 

At one point, there was a randy scene in the play we were watching. It seemed to affect Billy, but my being naïve, thought it was disgusting. 

I can't remember how it came up, but it was suddenly, you show me yours and I'll show you, mine.

I know; I remember thinking it was very daring," She smiled remembering, "I'd never seen a male penis, I'd seen babies of course but they were only tiny little things. 

But when Billy took his out, my eyes nearly popped out of my head, it was huge, or so I thought at the time. 

He let me hold it, and it seemed to get bigger." She said chuckling "Any way he said I, had to show mine.

I was wearing my school navy blue cotton knickers; well I pushed them down and lifted my skirt. 

He got down on his knees to have a closer look; I felt his finger rubbing me, and it felt nice, I remember. 

He asked me to get on the floor so he could have a closer look, which I did; he spread and lifted my legs. 

He was bending between them; I could feel some thing, pressing against it, and then he pushed it in. I remember screaming with the pain, but the pain quickly left and I began to enjoy it, but he only lasted a few minutes and then he came all over my belly.

After that, every time they went to the pub we'd screw. The problem was I was scared of getting pregnant, so he had to pull out every time."

"And so you never looked back," he said with a chuckle "well, I'd better hit the road," he said standing.

"It's been lovely having you Robbie; hope we can do it again sometime." She said knowingly.

On the drive back to Renton, Robert realised that he felt more relaxed, than he had felt for weeks. Sue's body he knew was responsible. She had settled the devils of frustration that had grown since Terry had left.

He couldn't help but wonder, if Terry had needed to use her vibrator, and if so how many times, he made a mental note to ask her when she got back.

To be continued. 



The Boys in Blue Ch. 10



Chapter 10. The boys in blue. 





The Boys in Blue Ch. 10



Robert emerged from the bathroom naked; Terry noticed that his Nibbs was still sleeping.

"Hi darling, it's a beautiful day out side, why don't you set the table outside on the veranda. Tim's gone to get some food, and we can eat out there. I'll make some coffee while you do that."

"You would have made a great Sergeant Major," he chuckled kissing her and patting her bum.

"Go on, I still need to clear up, oh, don't forget to put the chairs out there too."

He pulled on his jeans, but decided to skip his shirt, opening the door wide he picked up a small table and put it out side under the window, moving back to get the chairs.

"Terry," he said, "we left one in Tim's chalet."

"So go and bring it back," she said putting the thong and corselet into the drawer.

At number 12, he knocked and shouted, "Sue are you decent it's Robbie?"

Sue opened the door; she was in the housecoat. "Sorry to disturb you Sue but I came for our chair."

"Help yourself there all the same," she said with a smile

"How did it end last night it seemed to be getting a little steamy?" 

"Well it didn't quite reach the orgy state, and we had drunk a lot. But it got close. Bill and Tom were groping July and Carol, which turned Tim and me on, so we kicked them out because we needed the bed," she ended with a chuckle.

When he returned with the chair and told Terry, she looked at him and smiled.

"I thought we had a mini orgy last night. I certainly had an orgasm," giving him, one of her wicked smiles.

"There's every chance you'll have a few more before the day is out."

"Promises, promises," she chuckled, and then noticed the bulge forming in his jeans, "and put that away Tim will be back soon."

When Tim arrived back, Terry suggested he and Sue join them for breakfast. 

The noise must have disturbed Tom and Bill they stuck their heads out of the doorway.

Before long further tables had been added to theirs, and the men must have noticed that Sue was in a bikini because July, and Carol emerged too wearing bikini's.

Soon they were wolfing down the croissants with the girls making frequent trips to replenish the coffee.

Robert had noticed that Carol and July's eyes were slightly puffy and that Bill and Tom were looking a tad jaded.

"So tell me, did you sleep well last night Tom?" 

"No," growled Tom "some woman was being murdered next door," he said looking directly at Terry.

Terry coloured up "I'm sorry Tom I didn't realise," leaving the rest unsaid.

Tom's face broke into a wide smile, "Don't be sorry Terry it had a marvellous effect on Carol."

Now Carol's face turned red. 

Then Bill joined in "We had the same problem with our neighbours, at one stage I thought the bloody wall would cave in."

Sue had the grace to blush. Terry rescued her, "July told me that you asked her to wear her tanning suit three times last night Bill. Fascinated by it were you?" She said it so demurely.

"Terry," July hissed. 

While Bill, squirmed in his seat. 

Terry said a little while later, "God but its hot."

"Did you bring a bikini?" Robert asked; she shook her head; she got out of her chair and went inside a few moments later she returned wearing the yellow thong and bra. 

"That feels better," she said.

Shortly it began to break up, the men moving the tables back to their respective rooms the girls carrying the coffee things. 

Terry had noticed that all the men including Bobby had bulges in their pants, and she was sure the other girls had noticed too.

She was putting her shorts and shirt into the drawer when the headboard next door started banging, somehow it excited her. 

Robert was returning the last chair, when he paused to listen, a smile breaking out on his face.

He came up behind her; she could see him in the mirror, and his hands came up between her arms his hands cupping her breasts squeezing them hard. 

Then the hands were pulling them roughly from the cups of the bra, the fingers pinching the nipples painfully. 

She looked at his face in the mirror his eyes were closed his mouth opened.

He's losing control she realised; it gave her a thrill to know that. 

She put her hand around her back, her hand finding the bulge; she moved it up and down, and she heard him groan. 

She found the press-stud and pulled pushing the zip down. 

The jeans sank to the floor as his erection leapt out; he hadn't worn pants that morning she realised.

Her hand encompassed his penis stroking it; he groaned again; she was in control of him, the power of it made her feel giddy. 

Her other hand reached down and cupped his balls; they were hard, very hard she kneaded them as he groaned again.

Suddenly his hands left her breasts the hands pulling urgently at the ties of the thong, it fell away, and then his fingers were in her vulva sliding up and down preparing her for what was to come. 

She squeezed his penis harder moving her hand more rapidly; she had to maintain control because she knew she was losing hers.

She had to let go of him when he leant over her, and she grab the top of the chest of drawers to maintain her balance, he roughly moved her legs wider and then entered her with a hard thrust, thrusting down to his root. Withdrawing, then thrusting down hard again.

She glanced at his face; he'd lost it, and a small smile of triumph lit her face, as she began to enjoy it. 

He stopped and picked her up putting her on to the chest of drawers, holding her legs high above her with her ankles, she had to lean back on her arms to balance, as he rammed into her again, hard forceful thrusts.

But it was what she wanted him to do, what she needed him to do, again and again. Suddenly he stiffened as he came; the thrill of it made her come as well, she was flooded she knew. 

He held her still in that position until his breathing returned to normal, and then he gently lowered her legs to the floor and kissed her.

"Just a moment Bobby I must go to the bathroom." 

When she returned he was lying on the bed, she joined him. 

Cuddling up to him, after a short while she whispered to him, "you have to admit we have a very varied sex life, I'm pleased to announce," chuckling, "you must have had years of experience."

"Not really, I was a late starter although I'm trying to make up for it now," he said grinning.

"Oh," she said, "how late?" 

"Well my first sexual encounter happened the last month I was at University, but I lost my virginity over a year later when I was at Cramwell."

"Oh so what was the first encounter?"

At first he hesitated, saying.

"We'd thrown a party to calibrate the end of the finals, and had invited some girls, who worked at Boots. Anyway we all got slightly drunk and had paired off. 

I took her home to her bed-sit, and we started groping but she wouldn't let me go below the waist. Finally admitting that she was on, she must have seen the disappointment in my face because she gave me a blowjob. 

Remember this was my first time with a girl, I think I lasted five seconds before ruining a perfectly good blouse."

Terry laughed "You poor darling; I'm pleased things have improved for you, so what happened with your virginity?"

"Oh, I was at Cramwell. They used to throw a Cadet Ball every four months, the girls who attended, were the Horse and Hounds class, coming from well off families. 

Her name was Dawn; she actually asked me for a dance; that's what started it. 

She was quite beautiful in a hard sort of way, tons of makeup and false eyelashes the works.

She had a great figure with these amazing breasts, which I found out later; Daddy paid for; he also paid for the E type Jaguar she drove. 

On the first date she turned up with a Volvo estate, after only two drinks in the pub we were in, she wanted to go somewhere else. 

That turned out to be a dirt track, in the middle of a wood. She got out of the car and told me to follow her, she went round the back and lifted the trunk door, and there was a blow up lilo in the back. 

Has calm as anything she told me to strip while she did. 

All she had on were a pair of panties she never wore a bra, she didn't need to. 

She climbed into the back a lay there waiting for me. We had sex twice on that first date. 

After that, every time, we met we had sex, I was besotted with her, she liked to have it in places where there was a danger of being caught, and it turned her on. Evan when she was on, she wanted sex, there's always another hole you can use she'd say. 

The problem was Terry I honestly thought this was the normal behaviour for a girl, she being my first. 

We broke up when I found out she was also seeing another cadet. I think you could say she was a nymphomaniac."

"You didn't have a good start darling with girls then?"

"I did with the second girl."

"Oh, who was she?"

"You."

Terry's mouth opened in shock at this revelation. 

"So what you're saying is I'm the only girl you have taken out and had sex with apart from the nymphomaniac."

"Yes, oh, I've doubled up on dates but never gone more than shaking hands."

Terry suddenly realised why he had been so slow with her; he'd wanted her, but afraid she may be another Dawn.

She rolled over looking down on his face, "Oh, Bobby darling I do love you so very much," and then she kissed him tenderly.

They lay there wrapped up in their own thoughts, as the headboard started up again.

Terry's eyes opened, with a start she realised she must have dosed off, she glanced at Bobby; he was sleeping, his chest rising and falling at even intervals indicating a deep sleep. 

She smiled looking at him; he was tired; she knew he was putting long hours in at the airfield, too long; she'd seen it in his eyes when they spoke on the computer, and she guessed the other three men were doing the same. 

And yet they never bitched about it.

She quietly got off the bed pausing to get a bra and thong from the drawer, before entering the bathroom. After her shower, she slipped into her jeans and a polo shirt and sandals, picking up her purse she closed the door as quietly as she could.

She headed to the motel reception lobby; there was a vending machine there, and she fancied a coffee. 

She was surprised to see July and Sue sat outside at a table with plastic cups in front of them. After getting coffee from the machine, she joined them.

It seemed that not only Bobby was fast asleep. July picked up the cigarette packet in front of her and offered Sue one; Terry hesitated then took one herself; it was very rare for her to smoke, but she felt the need for one. 

"There knacked," Sue said bitterness in her voice "and for what, just to get those bloody plane's ready so they can go over there, and try to get themselves killed."

"Sue," Terry said gently "They have too. Its better that they have everything right on the aircraft, before they get out there. Otherwise, they could get killed and not by the Taliban. It's no different from you and me rehearsing before a concert."

"Terry's right Sue," July said, "all we can do is to support then in the only way a woman can."

Sue brightened up a little, "Well if yours is as bad as mine, they need a hell of a lot of support."

"Well I'm not complaining," July said chuckling.

Terry smiled and nodded.

July went on "I don't know where Bill gets his energy from, it must be the air they breathe up there, but," she blushed "I'm always ready for it too, I've never been like that with other boyfriends I've had."

"Tim's always rampant," Sue said, "He's almost worn me out on occasion, but only almost." She smiled shyly.

They looked at Terry, "I have to admit Bobby has his moments," she smiled "It could be the job they do, they fly on the edge, and so they tend to live life on the edge."

They saw Carol coming, after getting a drink she sat down with them.

"Sleeping?" July asked.

Carol nodded; she looked at the other three with a raised an eyebrow, and they all nodded.

"Terry," Carol began "what the hell were you two up too in there, the bloody wall almost fell in."

Terry's face turned red "It was the drawer chest," she stammered, "I'm sorry Carol."

"Oh, don't be sorry," Carol said a sly smile on her face "we were pressed up against the wall listening, I can't tell you what we were doing with our hands at the time."

"Wow," Sue muttered.

"God that makes me horny just thinking of it," July whispered.

They started taking about how their men responded, first hesitantly but getting more graphic as they realised that their man, was not so kinky, as Sue put it, after all. They talked about what seemed to turn them on or worked best.

Terry realised she was moist; all the talking had roused her. 

Suddenly Sue jumped up from the table.

"Well I don't know about you ladies, but I'm going to wake him up, he's had enough rest."

"Feeling horny Sue?" July asked.

Sue nodded; she looked at the other three, each in turn nodded, and they all rose from the table together.

She could hear him in the shower when she returned, in mere seconds she was naked when she opened the shower door.

The eight of them gathered outside ready to drive to the pub, which served roast dinners. 

The girls had changed into skirts, miniskirts apart from Sue, which was more micro than mini.

Terry's was black leather with a zip down the front length of it. With white lace, blouse her black bra showing beneath it. 

The men were in slacks and jackets with open neck shirts. Robert and Terry piled into Tim's BMW while Tom and Carol piled into July's Focus.

Their table was all set for them, when they arrived. July had booked it earlier. 

They'd been put in the annex room off the main restaurant due to the size of the large round table in one corner by the wall. 

Robert and Terry took their place with their backs to the wall, as it was only 5-45pm the annex was empty. 

The waiter came over and apologised that there would be a twenty-minute delay before the roasts would be ready, so they ordered wine.

Everyone was talking across the table; Tim and Sue were chatting to Tom Bill and July about cars, while Terry was talking to Carol about the songs that would be on her next album. 

She was sat with her elbows on the table her arms raised clasping her hands. After a while, he grew slightly bored with the conversation but continued to watch her face as she talked.

He slid his hand under the tablecloth placing it on her knee, sliding it the eight or nine inches that the tight skirt would allow. Her face showed no reaction. 

He moved his hand to the tang of the zip and slowly drew it up, the skirt opening, and he saw her eyes quickly glance at him, before returning to Carol. 

He began to stroke her thigh; she was holding her legs together tightly, and he continued to stroke the outside of her thigh, at the same time appearing to be, listening to their conversation. 

He could feel the muscle in her thigh relaxing as she parted her legs slightly, his hand moved to the inside of her thigh; he commenced stroking again reaching the material of her thong.

He noticed the whiteness of her knuckles as she held her hands tighter. She opened her legs more; he pushed the thong material over to the side his finger stroking the crease of her lips. 

"I'm sorry Carol I missed that", her voice hesitant, they began talking again, the lips began to open, the finger slowly entering; she was moist. She glanced at him again; he could see the green of her eyes had darkened.

Carol turned to reply to something Tom asked her.

Terry's hand was suddenly gripping his wrist, trying to pull it away, with the strength that surprised him.

She was saved when the waiter appeared with their meals.

Back at number 15, after the meal, Terry rounded on him as soon as the door closed.

"You swine," she hissed, "I almost came in there, and it was so embarrassing,"

She was getting undressed; she was down to her bra and thong, she continued "I'm sure Carol noticed; it's hard to keep concentration when you fiancé is groping you."

"Darling" he said "I seem to remember feeling similarly embarrassed in a London night club," he said grinning.

"Damn you Bobby," slipping off the thong and bra "I can't even be allowed to be angry with you." 

She lay down on the bed looking at him, her voice changed becoming husky "Now where were, you before dinner was served."

She lay in his arms pushing his unruly hair back from his forehead, when the headboard next door started again, I must tell Carol about that she thought, but then she felt his Nibbs stirring, Bobby's hearing it too, she realised, perhaps on second thoughts I won't.

She was back in her thong and bra sat in front of the mirror brushing her hair; Bobby was still naked on the bed, when he asked.

"You never told me about your first time."

She looked at him in the reflection of the mirror.

"Not much to tell really, I was nineteen, training at the Academy, Sue, Carol and I shared a flat at the time. 

Sue had an invite to a party thrown by students from London University; she talked us into going, Carol and I never went out much, couldn't afford it.

Any how the party was somewhere in the East End; I remember it was a large room with mattresses stacked against the wall with candles around the walls, cushions on the floor, all very hippy. 

The booze was cheap red wine out of boxes; there must have been a dozen or more there at it. 

We had a few dances and a lot to drink and I found myself sat in a corner on a cushion chatting to this guy. At one stage he pulled out a tin with roll ups in it, knowing he was a student I thought he couldn't afford packet cigarettes, well I took one, we had more wine I was beginning to feel quite happy in a strange way. I had another of his roll ups, and the room started to spin. 

He must have noticed my condition he helped me to my feet and led me to another room with mattresses on the floor, he laid me down, and I blacked out.

When I woke the next morning, I was naked, and so was he, still sleeping. There was blood on my thighs."

She turned to look at him, "Not, very romantic was it. The rest of that month I was so scared that I may be pregnant, I can't tell you the relief I felt when I came on. That's when I decided to go on the pill, better safe than sorry." She smiled, but her eyes didn't.

"Where there others?" 

'Do you really want to know Bobby?'

He nodded, "Three before I met you." She whispered, "Two of them; it only lasted about a month; it was only sex they were interested in. The last one I met at a reception, he was something in the city, and he took me out to the finest restaurants and bought me clothes and jewellery. He had this big apartment in the West End that he would take me too; he dazzled me, and he was eighteen years older than I. 

Then one day I was flicking through a magazine, and there was an article about him, and photographs of his home in Guildford along with his wife and three kids. 

I never saw him again. 

I felt like a whore. That was nearly six years ago."

He looked at her and saw the tears rolling down her cheek.

"Disappointed with me Bobby?" she whispered.

He rose from the bed and took her in his arms, her head at his shoulder he could hear the quite sobs.

"Terry darling," he whispered "That's all in the past, what matters now is our future together."

She lifted her tear-streaked face looking at him.

"Bobby I've never felt, like I feel for you with any one, I never thought such feelings existed."

He kissed her, long lingering kiss.

To be continued.



The Boys in Blue Ch. 11



The following week, they were flying two sometimes three training missions a day. Until each one of them, became an extension of the aircraft they flew. 

They practiced formations, low level between the North Welsh Mountains, simulated attacks, and short landings and take offs, every thing that Robert could think of that they may face in Afghanistan.

In between there were the meetings with Alan and Taff concerning the logistics of moving four aircraft over there, plus the facilities and equipment needed when they arrived there, 

Slowly the plans came together the major problem was, they had not had any live fire practice, and they needed the weapons zeroing in. It was decided that on arrival at Kandahar two aircraft would stay whilst two flew to Camp Bastion. 

They're only being two protected aircraft revetment bays built. The engineers had been working flat out to build the bays and extend the runway on top of all their other duties Alan explained. 

When he was informed about the length of the runway, Robert realised that there was very little margin for error.

The two Camp Bastion aircraft would conduct their live firing missions to the East of the camp, in the vast desert situated there. This would not only entail zeroing the 30mm canon but, also the rocket pods and rails for the Hellfire missiles.

Taff asked about how many practice munitions Robert thought they would need to set up the weapons, and duly noted it in his pad.

Once all aircraft were set up, Robert could announce that the four aircraft flight was fully operational. 

At that point, two aircraft would stay at Bastion the other two returning to Kandahar. The pairs would rotate their positions every seven days, until other bays had been built to house the other aircraft.

Alan brought the meeting to end saying.

"Robbie you can tell your chaps their leave starts Wednesday, but I want you all back on Saturday for the opening day; it would help if you all could stick together and I'll need a phone number if I need to contact you quick."

He found the three in the mess, after explaining the details of what had transpired he finally told them about the leave, which brought big smiles to there face's.

It was Tim, who came up with the idea.

"Look this will be our last time with the girls before we go out, why don't we do some thing special, the motel is all right but lets face it; it's just a knocking shop. 

Why don't we book in to a swanky hotel? 

The girls would love it; they could wear their posh frocks and have proper meals and dance. The main thing is there would be thicker walls to the rooms."

All were enthusiastic about the idea then Bill said.

"I've not got a dinner jacket here, if it's that posh it will be bowties".

"I haven't either so we'll have to wear our best uniforms'", said Tim.

Later in his room he contacted Terry on the laptop, when he broke the news about the hotel she was over the moon at the idea.

"Oh, I'll be able to wear some proper clothes for once," she gushed.

"Well don't for get to bring the black outfit that raised the Titanic."

"If you insist," looking coy.

"Will the other girls be able to make it?" 

"I'm sure they will, they can always make an excuse to get away, and talking about excuses I have some bad news for you, I won't be coming to the motel this weekend or July,"

"Why not?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry darling but it's the wrong time of the month."

"Oh," he muttered, "July too?" He paused, thinking, "What if Sue or Carol come on next week, Tim and Tom," he didn't finish.

"I'll talk to them," she said, "If it's close then they could stop the pill, which usually brings it on."

"So there is every chance the four of you will be fit to rumble," he said smiling

"I think the word is tumble darling," she giggled, then her face went serious. "Bobby if you are getting this leave it means you are going doesn't it?"

He nodded his head, "When?" she whispered.

"A week this Tuesday."

"Oh darling," she whispered, "so next week will be all the time we have left." He saw her eyes shining the tears beginning to form.

"Hay," he murmured, "Just think how I was when I got back from the states, after a month. Now consider what I'll be like when I get back. I promise, you won't be able to sit down in comfort for a week.'

She smiled through her tears, "Only a week, I can see I'm going to have to stock up with vibrators batteries."

"Well you're better of than I will be, the water never gets really cold out there," he grinned

The next day he was busy in his office the pile of folders was finely diminishing.

At lunchtime, he popped into the mass, the three others were there with long faces.

"Have you heard the news?" Tim asked him, "The girls can't make it this weekend."

"I knew Terry couldn't," Robert replied.

"But they all can make the hotel," said Tim brightening, "I found one, it's out in the country about ten miles away. It's got a small golf course and a heated indoor pool.

So, tell Terry to bring her swimwear. I've booked it through to Sunday; we can attend the opening day, and return to it after, if that's OK with you Robbie?"

"Fine Tim,'" he answered, "it gives us another day."

"I was thinking another night." Said Bill chuckling.

He told Terry about the arrangements that evening and about the heated swimming pool, he knew she loved swimming.

"Have you decided what to wear yet?" 

"Well no, not really, I'm torn between smart and good taste or slinky and sexy."

"No contest slinky and sexy."

"Yes but if I did that you'd start to get randy under the tablecloth again," she purred.

"Terry I'll be in uniform, has an officer and a gentleman I wouldn't do such a ghastly thing," his face a picture of innocence.

"Very well then, on your head be it. The girls and I are going shopping to morrow to see what's available.

"Oh, is that the some body's secret place Tim told us about?"

She frowned, thinking, then her eyes opened wide, "I can see I'm going to have to tell Sue to keep her big mouth shut."

That weekend, the four men drove in to town to stock up on toiletries. While they still had a choice of brands to select from, knowing such things was in short supply. Even when available, not much in the way of brands to chose from. 

They also had they hair cut short sweat being a major problem where they were going.

Lastly they bought cotton underpants, tee shirts and light cotton socks, RAF issue being a bit heavy for the desert.

On Monday after their last flight before they left on Tuesday, they handed the aircraft over to the ground crew to be serviced and refuelled. After changing from their flight suits, they gathered at the stores to draw desert warfare kit and uniforms.

Later Robert spent two hours packing, double-checking every thing that was in a large canvas valise; he knew it would be a long way back if he forgot some thing.

Finally taking it down to the reception office where he knew it would be picked up and delivered to the hanger ready to be transported to Brize Norton. The ground personnel would be flying out on Sunday night taking their valises with them.

It was after six before he got through to Terry.

"Hello darling," she frowned looking at him, "you've had your hair cut?"

"Don't you like it?" 

"No, I prefer it longer."

"What my hair or some."

She cut in, "Bobby you know what I meant, the some thing else is long enough," she chuckled.

"So have you got all your glad rags now, and ready to tumble?"

"Oh, perhaps and may be," she said in a mysterious voice.

"And what does that mean exactly?"

"You will have to wait and see."

The next day the four pilots gathered in the briefing room.

Squadron Leader Benson was flight operations officer at Renton and was briefing them on their flight to Afghanistan. 

It was to be in two legs, the first from the UK to Cyprus, the second, from Cyprus to Kandahar. 

It would entail refuelling in the air. 

He supplied them with coordinates where this would take place, height, estimated times all the information they would require. 

They noted course and headings on their flight charts, radio frequencies that would be used by the different radio beckons. 

He ended by saying, "Of course I'll brief you all again on Tuesday if there are any changes to be made, also give you the latest weather".

As they filed out Bill said, "Bloody marvellous the C17 will be flying a 190 knots faster than us and get there in a third of the time."

Robert replied "Well Bill would you rather under take ground operations in a C17?"

They walked over to the mess; Tim was going to run into town with their best uniforms to have them dry cleaned at a 24-hour cleaners. 

Robert had about an hour's work he thought in the office and then he would be done. He arranged to meet the others at seven in the officer's mess.

It was a quarter past two when he got there.

Tom said, "I got a pint in for you Robbie, but it was getting warm so I drank it for you."

"Gee thanks buddy," Robert replied.

"Well," Tom said, "If your going to the bar you may as well get us all one in," said with a cheeky grin.

Robert just shot him a dirty look.

When they had settled down with their drinks, Robert asked Tim "When can we book in?"

"The girl on reception said anytime after 10am, apparently because its mid week it's fairly quite, there's only a dozen couples booked in."

"July is going to try and get there for ten or just after," Bill added.

"I should be able to pick the uniforms up at nine or just after, so with a bit of luck and a following wind, we should get there at 11 or just after," added Tim.

He left them at nine, with Bill raving at July's athletic body, claiming it was down to moving scenery, while Tim was saying Sue's boobs were down, to playing a wind instrument she played.

Randy bastards he thought smiling, there a good crowd and more importantly good pilots.

He couldn't make a connection through to Terry that night, and it worried him; he didn't sleep well thinking about it.

The next morning Bill put his mind at ease, while they waited for Tim to return a from the cleaners. The girls had gathered at July's, for what reason he didn't know, but apparently they had wine, quite a bit of it. Bill said July sounded sloshed when he spoke to her last night, adding going with the background noise she wasn't the only one.

Robert was relieved to hear that, but couldn't help thinking that the girls were up to some thing.

**********

It was 11-30 by the time they arrived at the hotel. 

A large manor house similar he thought to the Grange. 

The girl at reception told them their wives had already arrived and were taking tea in the lounge. She said if they would like to join them she would have their cases taken up to their rooms.

The girls proffered their cheeks to be kissed which surprised the men, after ordering more tea for them, and they had sat down, July began.

"Right now we are all going to have a good time whilst we are here. But there are going to be some rules."

The men looked at each other frowns creasing their foreheads.

"Rule number 1," July continued, "When we change for dinner, you men will change first, it will take about an hour for us girls to change." She looked at the other three girls who nodded confirming it. "When you have changed you can go down to the bar for a drink. We don't want you in the room distracting us."

Terry then started.

"Rule number 2 there will be no groping under the table."

Sue had her say.

"Rule number 3 no sticking your finger up when we sit down on a chair."

Carol was next.

"Rule number 4 no breaking wind in the bed."

The men sat there in silence mollified, each wondering who was responsible for three of the rules.

Terry broke the silence, "Do you agree?" After a pause, the four heads nodded.

"Good," she said, "Well we going up to the rooms now to freshen up, why don't you finish your tea and come up too, in say fifteen minutes," With that the girls got up and left.

"I'm not sure this was such a good idea now," said Bill morosely.

"Well it's pretty clear they've been comparing notes," Tim added.

Robert hesitated out side the bedroom door, and then gave it a knock.

"Come in," he heard Terry say. 

She was in her black lace negligee it was open, and she was naked, her hair piled up on top of her head. He noticed his case on top of the bed empty.

"I've put your things away and hung the others in that wardrobe", indicating one.

"I'm just going to take a shower," she paused, "You can wash my back if you like."

Forty-five minutes later they were back in the bedroom in white towelling bathrobes.

Robert was picking his clothes up that he'd shed in his hurry, to wash her back.

"I hear you were on a bit of a bender last night; I was worried sick when I couldn't reach you," he murmured.

"I'm sorry darling but there were some things we had to do. And after wards we had a few glasses of wine to drown our sorrows."

"Oh, what was so important?" He asked peevishly. 

She looked at him for a few seconds, and then crossed to the chest of drawers opening one she drew some thing out, handing it to him.

"It's sort of a going away present," she said.

It was a red leather photo case; with a brass clasp he opened it. There were two photographs of Terry one was a head and shoulders the other full length shot in the white ball gown she wore that night at the theatre. 

"Theirs more, turn the page," she said.

He turned the page; there were two more photographs, one with her in the Titanic out fit the other in her tanning suite; both shots seemed to have been taken in a studio.

He looked at her confused "You let some one photograph you in these?" 

"July took them, she has a small studio at her flat. We all had shots taken; of the outfits you men seemed to like us in best. I took July's; we thought you might like them. If you don't, you can always take them out."

He took her in his arms and kissed her, "I can see I'm gong to be using a lot of tepid water when I get out there," he said smiling, "it was a wonderful thought, thank you darling." 

He placed it on the bedside table opened at the formal shots; it was then he noticed the inscription on the first photograph. 

Bobby, please come back to me. I love you Terry xx

Terry wanted to explore the hotel so they changed she had put on a pair of tailored slacks and a twin set, he, slacks and a sweater. 

They descended in the lift to the hotel foyer and examined the legend board that provided direction for the hotels amenities.

Terry wanted to see the swimming pool, which was one floor down from the foyer.

When they entered from the double doors, it was if they had been transported back to ancient Rome. The pool was ringed with white marble columns, at the far end of the pool two brass dolphins were spilling water from their mouths; the walls were painted depicting Roman scenes of a feast some of the women were showing their breasts, on the other wall half naked gladiators were fighting.

"Wow," said Robert, "What a place to have an orgy in." 

"Down rover, its only paint," Terry said laughing.

At the end of the pool was a white door with Sauna on it, Robert looked inside there seemed enough room for about eight people on the pine benches, instructions on the wall explained how to use it.

From the pool, they made their way to the dining room, then the reading room, the games room, with a full size snooker table, then the small night club room where there was dancing every night according to the hotel brochure. Finally ending in the bar. 

They selected a table by the bow window where they could look over the beautiful gardens. 

The waiter came over with their drinks; Terry had asked for a vodka and tonic, when he mentioned it she said it didn't smell as bad as gin, and she didn't want to put him of, and chuckled.

They talked about general things her family in Scotland, and then Aventon, and she said she had booked a flight out to Barbados she was going to stay with Jeremy and Pearl for three weeks. She was leaving a week after he had gone.

He told her that communication would be difficult once he was out there and that he may only be able to contact her once or twice a week owing satellite up links being rationed, the main problem, being time differences.

As thy left the bar they bumped into Bill and July and Tim and Sue, Bill was quite excited, "Have you two seen the pool yet?" They nodded, "Well we're in there tomorrow morning."

July just raised her eyebrows. "Come on lover and buy me a drink," she said dragging him away. 

"Are you going in tomorrow Terry?" Sue asked.

"About ten after breakfast," Terry replied.

"Did you bring your trunks Bobby?" Terry asked.

"Yes, did you bring a bikini?"

"No, I brought three," she said smiling "I thought you would get tired of seeing the same one."

"So long as you're inside it, I'd never get tired."

By the time they reached their room it was 6-15. Terry said, "You had better get changed our table is booked for eight."

"There's no chance that we could."

"No, scoot," she said firmly.

He showered and changed into his uniform while Terry sat on the bed flicking through the hotel information book.

"Right I'm finished," he said, Terry looked up form the book and then got of the bed she put her arms around his neck looking into his eyes.

"God Bobby but you look so handsome in your uniform, I could fall in love with you all over again," and then she kissed him tenderly, and then pulled away from him fast.

"Hey," he said I didn't do anything." 

"No darling you didn't, but I might have if I hadn't stopped, now please go, we'll see you in the bar."

Tom was already in the bar; they took their drinks to the table and sat down, five minutes later Tim and Bill joined them.

They were on their second drink as people began to enter the bar for a pre-dinner drink.

Robert had his back to the entrance to the bar so couldn't see who was coming in.

"Either that's his secretary or his daughter," he heard Bill mutter.

"Well this one seems to have brought his granddaughter," Tom added.

Robert turned in his seat; eight people were standing or approaching the bar. Two men were standing with their elbows on the bar drinking; they looked to be in their forties. An elderly couple in their sixties was making their way to a table. 

But his eyes were drawn to the last remaining couples. Both men looked to be in their fifties, one was about 5-5 with a pronounced waist line, and almost bald. The second 5-10 black hair, too black he thought, and thin. 

The girl with the short man towered above him in her in her very high heels; she was wearing a shiny material long dress. They turned with their drinks to make their way to the table. Her face was pretty, her hair a silver blond, obviously from a bottle. But his eyes were drawn to her breasts; they were huge, obviously surgically enhanced. 

The deep Vee of her neckline plunged almost to her navel, the sides of her breasts in full view. Robert estimated her to be in her early twenties.

The girl with the tall man was ina mini dress, a white one it appeared to be gathered just below her breasts then fell in a full flounce of material as if she was wearing several petty coats; she had good legs he noticed. 

She was about 5-3 he thought, they were turning from the bar and heading for a booth at the back of their table. When they sat he could see she had quite an attractive face spoilt by too much make up. She appeared to be eighteen or nineteen; when she spoke she had a pronounced Liverpool accent.

He was about to make a comment about them when he noticed they were staring over his shoulder, their eyes sticking out like organ stops. He turned in his seat, to see what they were looking at. 




The Boys in Blue Ch. 11



The four girls were just entering the bar. Robert gulped his mouth dried up. The girls were all wearing long dresses, but he had only eyes for Terry. She had her hair up in a coif with silver pins securing it. Her dress was black velvet that seemed to have been sprayed onto her body. It was strapless with a low neckline her breasts almost bulging over the top. The dress had a slit at the side that rose almost to the apex of her thighs.

He glanced at the other girls; they were similarly dressed, all seemed to reveal parts of their body tantalizingly.

Sue was in flaming red halter neck dress of satin the neckline plunging to below her breasts the sides clearly on view.

She reached the table; the men sat like zombies; she leaned over giving Tim the full view.

"Hello boys," she said in a low sexy voice, "Would you like company?"

It took several seconds for the men to get their wits together, they moved to a back booth, the girls sitting on the curved leather couch the men on chairs.

Terry leaned over to him allowing him to see her neckline.

"Do you like it darling," she whispered noticing his eyes still on her breasts.

"Oh yes," he mumbled, "let's go to bed," she gave a sexy chuckle.

As the walked from the bar to the dining room, he noticed the two men with the girls, followed their girl's movements with their eyes.

After dinner, they went into a nightclub.

They settled into a booth just off from the dance floor; they all just about squeezed in Robert Tim and Bill sitting on low stools in front of the table. 

After their drinks had arrived they started chatting. July said she regretted not having a camera to record the look on their faces when they arrived at the bar. 

A DJ supplied the music that night; live music was only played at the weekends Tim told them. 

They were on there second round of drinks when the thin man came in with the young girl, followed ten minutes later by the short man and his companion. 

At nine thirty, the DJ came out introduced him self and started the music. 

The first set, was disco, and Sue dragged Tim onto the floor, the back of Sue's dress nearly reached her bottom. 

Sue started gyrating to the beat, while Tim did his impression of what he thought was dancing.

On the next record, the thin man got up; he stood just jerking his arms while the young girl danced, she was good at it, but every time she twirled round the mini would rise, and you could clearly see her white lace thong. 

The girls must have noticed too July and Carol dragged Bill and Tom up to dance, July whispered some thing to Terry as she passed.

Robert used the opportunity to slide into the booth along side Terry, "What was that all about?" He asked her. 

Terry smiled, "July said she didn't want competition from a bimbo."

Robert looked at July dancing, her dress, royal blue, had a halter neck not quite as low as Sues but still displaying plenty of her breasts also had a slit but in the middle reaching almost to her crotch.

"I don't think she has to worry," he whispered in Terry's ear. 

She looked at him her eyes shining in the low lights of the club. "Do I?" She whispered.

"Would you like to come out side and I'll answer that question," he murmured.

She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips lifting his hand from her thigh.

The music ended, and the others returned to the booth, Sue was panting from the excursion of the dance her breasts threatening to fallout. July indicated for him to remain where he was, and she sat on the stool, the skirt flaring open displaying her legs and her blue thong.

By the fifth round of drinks the girls were getting a little tidily, the DJ put on another set of Disco numbers, all the girls got up to dance together having had no response from the men. 

Robert was fascinated watching Terry dance; she had her arms above her head while her hips moved to the music in perfect time to the beat. 

Tom interrupted him. "Those bastards are groping them," he hissed looking across the dance floor. 

The thin man had his hand under the mini his arm jerking backward and forwards, while she had her arm around his head kissing him. 

The short man had pulled the dress to one side, and his mouth was glued to her breast while she stroked his bald head looking almost bored.

The DJ announced the last set of the night; all slow numbers, Terry led him on to the dance floor, putting her arms around his neck her head resting on his chest just standing swaying to the music, the lights had dimmed even lower. 

His hands dropped to her buttocks squeezing them gently; she gave a little moan pushing her pelvis against him her hips moving with the music. 

He glanced at Tim his hands were inside Sues dress holding her, bottom, and he realised she was not wearing any thing under it. He looked over at Bill; he had one hand behind July's back, but the other was at the front of them both, were the slit of her dress was. 

What Tom was doing he couldn't see; his erection was almost painful now. 

Terry lifted her head and looked at him. He could feel her pressing harder against it, her hips still swaying to the music. 

He lowered his head and kissed her their tongues rolling over each other's. 

The music stopped, but they retained their position until it started again. 

He glanced over to Bill; July had her eyes shut her lips were parted her tongue licking her lip. He moved his gaze to Tim his hands were still there as before, but he could see Sue had her hand between them.

He manoeuvred Terry into the far corner of the dance floor in the darkest shadows; they were still swaying to the music when his hand left her bottom and found the slit in the dress, and then the thong, as he began to stroke, their eyes were still locked on each other. She gasped as his finger moved the material over, and his finger found her lips, she gave a low groan as the lips parted and his finger entered she was moist.

"Bobby, please no further darling, I'll lose control," she begged, her eyes darkening.

Her hips involuntarily, pushing against his finger.

The music stopped; he withdrew his hand as the main lights came on, and the evening had ended.

To be continued...



The Boys in Blue Ch. 12



No one spoke on the ride up to their floor, the girls all looked flushed, the men strained, he noticed that he wasn't the only one with a hard on; also the girls were looking at them too. 

When he closed the door to their room, Terry had switched on the bedside table light.

She was looking into his eyes as she unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor.

She was in a black basque with a tiny thong the strings tied at the side; she sat on the bed while he undressed and hung his uniform up; he turned to her when he was naked, and he stood before her his huge erection in front of her eyes. 

He bent and kissed her gently pushing her back onto the bed, his fingers pulling the ties of the thong. Then he was on his knees between her legs, she raised them bending her knees and then his head was between them. She felt his mouth clamp over her vulva sucking tormenting the lips to open, and then his tongue, his delicious tongue entered. 

She gave a gasp and then a long groan her hands clasped to his head pushing it. 

His hands were fumbling with the basque unable to open it. She pushed them away unclipping it herself letting it fall open, his hands were on them kneading them pinching and twisting the nipples.

She was out of control and loving it; she reached down and found his erection, grasping it tightly she began to jerk it she felt his body tense and knew he was out of control too.

Suddenly, he stood up bent to grasp her buttocks, lifting them, to meet him as he thrust hard and deep into her, and then again and again going faster and faster. She could feel the tremors starting, she could feel the tension building in his buttocks, where her nails were digging in, and the climax as they came together, she could feel the heat of his ejaculation flooding her, then her own body releasing it self.

He lay across her body; he was heavy, but she didn't mind, his head was by her breasts, her hands in his hair.

She wondered at the marvel that this man, her man, who could unlock the passions of her body, that she never knew she had. That with a look or a touch could enflame her with such exquisite desire. 

They woke the next morning at nine deciding not to have breakfast, after the heavy dinner of the night before and settled for coffee from the room's coffee maker.

Terry avoided his grab saying, "We're going for a swim, if you are a good boy, then perhaps later", ending any argument.

She slipped into a flowered bikini that was quite small a lot of it being taken up by string Robert thought. Terry was putting her hair up and pining it as he put on his trunks, "What about your hair won't you get it wet?" 

"Doesn't matter, I'm having my hair done at 12 in the hotel hairdressers". 

They put on their bathrobes and moved towards the lift, which dropped them off on the pool floor. 

They were pleased to find it empty of any others.

Terry entered the water and began to swim, she cut through the water like a shark. He watched her; she used the Australian crawl, and made a racing turn at each end of the pool. 

She'd made about ten lengths before she realised he wasn't in the pool, "Are you coming in?" 

"Yes, I was just admiring your style".

"Junior champion of the Highlands, and I have a cup to prove it," she said boasting. 

He dived in coming up in front of her, "Clever little you," he said, "But how's your mouth to mouth resuscitation?" Pulling her to him and giving her a long kiss his hands on her bottom holding her hard against him.

"Hey, didn't you two get enough of that last night?" It was July coming through the door with Bill Tim and Sue. 

"Where's the other two?" Terry asked.

"On their way now", July said shedding her bathrobe.

Sue following suit, they both entered the water. Bill and Tim were sat on the marble bench looking a little hung over.

Robert claimed out to join them, just then Tom arrived with Carol, and Carol took of her robe and joined the girls in the pool. 

Carol's bikini confirmed his suspicion that the girls had bought them from the same shop, they were different colours but the style was the same, brief. 

Tom sat down with them; he too looked the worst for wear.

The girls were in a cluster in the middle of the pool whispering and giggling.

"I have a feeling we are being discussed," said Bill, "And probably being evaluated."

Every now and then one of them would look over their shoulder and then say something, and the giggling would begin again.

"How come you look so fresh Robbie?" Tim asked 

"Well I had a good night's sleep", he replied.

"You slept," Tom said aghast, "While I was up holding the honour of the RAF".

"How often did you up hold up the honour Tom?" Bill asked.

Tom showed three fingers; Tom looked at Bill, who raised four, and they looked at Tim who showed four, and they all looked at Robert, who slowly raised one.

To justify himself, Robert said, "Remember chaps it's not the quantity but the quality that matters."

The three snorted, Tim said to Bill and Tom, "This morning too?" They nodded, "Yeah, me too."

"Let's break that gathering up", said Tim, "We'll give them something to giggle about".

He quickly out lined his plan. The three took off their bathrobes and at Tim's signal the four dived in together. Robert swam under water seeing a bikini bottom in front of him he pulled the tie's on the waist lose and the tie on the back, before swimming away. 

Coming up by the side of the pool, the other three men joined him. 

There was bedlam in the centre of the pool the girls were shrieking trying to find their bottom half's while trying to maintain a grip on their top half.

"We'd best go and help," said Bill a lecherous look on his face.

Robert swam to Terry, who was trying to locate her bottom half.

She looked up as he arrived, her eyes blazing.

"That's not funny Bobby," she snapped.

"Oh, I thought it was," he said, "A lot more fun than having our last night's performances discussed."

He pulled her to him his hands on her naked bottom and gave her a kiss, his hand moved her arm that was trying to cover her breast and he covered it with his hand.

She was at the edge of the pool; nowhere else to retreat, he pushed his hips hard against her she could feel his erection hard against her belly. 

She pushed his head back panting

"No Bobby, please, there others here, help me find my bottoms, please darling."

Reluctantly he pulled away and dived under water finding the flowered bottom a few feet away. He returned with it "I'll hold it in place while you tie the sides".

She was aware of his hand cupping her vulva the thumb stroking it.

"OK, all done," her voice husky, "can you tie the back up now please?" 

They swam to the steps and climbed out; Carol was reacquainted with her bikini, but Bill and July were otherwise engaged in something else, her arms were round Bills neck and her legs were round his waist. Tim, on the other hand, was groping Sue. 

Terry looked at them for a second or so and then said, "Let's get back to the room."

There was no foreplay; they didn't need it.

They had gathered in the lounge for coffee discussing what they would be doing for the rest of the day, the girls, were having their hair done, and Tim Bill and Tom had booked for a round of golf. 

Golf wasn't Robert's game, and he had begged off.

"So what are you going to do darling?" Terry asked.

"I thought I'd try the sauna out. I don't suppose anyone else would be in there at this time of day".

They drifted back to their rooms the girls to get ready for the beauty parlour while Bill Tim and Tom changed for their golf game.

After Terry had left, he stripped off putting a towel around his waist he slipped on a bathrobe and headed for the lift.

As he expected, the pool and sauna were empty.

He switched on the machine and in minutes the steam and heat began to rise, he lay back on the pine benches and allowed his body to relax the sweat breaking out on his body as he did so.

He had been laid there twenty minutes dozing when he heard the door open and close.

He looked up, and it was July in her bathrobe.

"Hi, I thought you were having your hair done?" 

"I was, but one of the girls hasn't turned in, and they're behind schedule. They can't do me until three. So I thought I'd keep you company," she removed the robe she was in the bikini of the morning.

"If Bill wasn't out try to beat the ball to death, I could have been doing something else," she chuckled.

"I'd have thought after this morning in the pool you'd want to sleep." 

"Oh, I hope we didn't embarrass you, I think we got carried away."

"No problem," he murmured, "By the way thanks for taking those shots off Terry, they were very professional."

"Oh, we all had shots taken, it was quite surprising what turns you guys on. But I must admit the black out fit of Terry's was ultra-sexual, you have good taste Robbie."

He shrugged.

"God but it's hot in here do you mind." Before he could answer, she had removed her top.

She had large breasts with prominent nipples; he felt the tension in his groin.

"Sue tells me you are fantastic in bed Robbie." 

He looked at her, startled.

She saw his reaction and laughed.

"Don't panic, it's just between Sue and me, we share the same view on life and men."

"July, Sue must have told you that it was just sex, nothing more." 

"Oh, course she did, but Sue is like me, she likes sex, without any ties."

He watch has a bead of sweat rolled down over her breast.

"Robbie I adore Terry I would never do or say anything to hurt her, she's a one-man woman, and you're the man. But you're a man who likes sex going by that bulge under your towel. Oh, I know you love her deeply that's plain to see when you're together. But", she stood and pulled the ties of the bikini letting it fall, "she's not here now."

She stood in front of him her legs parted he could see her vulva; he stood, the towel falling back onto the bench.

"July, what Sue and I did, was wrong, terribly wrong. I can't make excuses for why it happened, only that I was missing Terry and that I was weak. I betrayed her trust and Tim's. I won't do that again.

So, I won't have sex with you. You have Bill, be content with that, or failing that find someone else. Sex is not a past time with me July."

He watched her face crumble, has his words hit home.

Whilst she replaced her bikini he murmured, "I'm sorry to have disappointed you."

"You mean my trying to seduce you Robbie?" She replied her voice quite.

"Well you may have succeeded at another time and place." 

"No, not with you. I feel ashamed; I thought it would be like a quick roll in the hay," she whispered.

"But, you've humiliated me, and you've made me feel like a tramp." She sobbed.

He took her in his arms and kissed her nose, then held her head against his chest while she sobbed.

"July, listen to me, you are not a tramp, you are beautiful, vivacious girl who thinks sex is a game, and it's not. People can get hurt playing it. You got hurt today because I took control not you."

He could hear her crying; tears were falling on to his chest after a minute or two she lifted her head.

"Do you mean that Robbie, about me not being a tramp?" She whispered.

"I wouldn't have said it, if I didn't mean it." he kissed her nose again.

"You know Robbie I can see why Terry loves you so much," she was putting on a bathrobe, she paused, "I was wrong to do what I did, please forgive me," she looked at him.

He nodded, and she left. 

He was lying on the bed reading a magazine when Terry returned; she had her hair down but with a wide clip securing it close to her head the rest of the hair flowing down and over her shoulder.

"Hello darling have you missed me?" She said brightly, leaning over the bed to give him a quick kiss.

"Not really, I've been engrossed in this article on how to grow cucumbers," he said.

She pulled her tongue out at him. He rolled of the bed to grab her, but she skipped away.

"I bumped into the boys in the lobby, there just getting back from golf, Bill and Tom will be disappointed Carol and July are still under the driers."

"It takes a long time doesn't it to get your hair done?"

"No, there short of staff today, that's what's created the delay, I'm booked in for 1pm tomorrow."

"What again." 

"Darling if we go in the pool, my hair gets wet, and the chlorine in the water plays havoc with it. Now I can leave it but you won't like the result, oh and speaking of the pool, rule number 5 no more hanky-panky," she paused, "Unless we are willing," giving him a wicked look.

He smiled brightening up "I can live with that rule."

"How was the sauna?" She asked.

"Great really relaxing, but it gets pretty steamy though, you should try it?"

"You know I think I will after the swim tomorrow." 

"Well wait until the others have left, and then we can have it all to our self's," he gave her a look.

"Does that look mean, what I think it means?" She asked her eyes bright.

"Wait and see, by the way, did you know that Tim and Bill had carnal knowledge four times last night?"

"No darling three times last night, once this morning," she said demurely.

"So you were comparing notes in the pool?" He said a little peeved.

"I believe the answer was quality not quantity," she said raising her eyebrow.

"How the hell did you know I said that?"

"Let's just say a little bird told me."

"Yes a little bird about 5-2 with blond hair, I'll kill Tim."

She burst out laughing, it was infectious he had to laugh too.

When they had settled Terry said, "We have an hour before you need to get ready for dinner, now we could have a quirky now, or wait until later. But I promise it would be worth your while to wait. But, if you want to keep up with boys, well."

"So what do we do for an hour?"

"You could take me down to the bar and ply me with a drink, so that I'll be putty in your hands later," she smiled seductively at him.

In the bar Terry asked for tonic water with a slice, when the waiter had moved away, he said, "What happened to the putty in my hand bit?"

She held his hand and looked into his eyes, "Bobby you know darn well that when you put this on me, I am putty in them, but it's so much nicer if I'm sober to enjoy it though."

At 6-15, she said, "It's time you went to get ready; I'll have another drink and wait for you to come down before I go up."

He started to protest, but she would have none of it.

He returned in his uniform at 6-55, she stood and gave him a peck on his cheek,

"You're wearing that new cologne I bought you," her voice husky "God I feel hot already."

He watched as she walked out of the bar the way her bottom moved in the tight slacks, and knew he felt hot already too.

He moved to the booth they had used last night and waited for the others to join him. The short businessman arrived with a tall blond who was in a mini tonight and caught a flash of her black thong as she sat down. 

Tim and Tom turned up and brought drinks over; they saw Bill coming in behind the thin man and the young girl who was in a mini again. 

The chaps were discussing a hole on the golf course when the girls walked in.

They all appeared to be wearing short dresses, but his eyes were drawn to Terry. She was wearing a white silk dress designed on the classic Greek style with one shoulder covered; the dress appeared lose it was gathered at her waist by a silken cord the dress swinging free from her hips, down to about four inches above her knees. 

Her legs were sheathed in white sheer stockings white high heel sandals on her feet. Her hair was coiled on top, but a short ponytail hung down from the crown of her head, she looked and was a Greek goddess.

The men rose to greet them Terry came up to him and gave him a light kiss whispering, 

"Do you like it?"

"I'm so glad you made me wait darling you look sensational," he whispered back.

They moved into the club after dinner, taking up the same both as before, and Robert and Tim sitting on the stools due to their long legs. 

Everyone was talking about what sort of day they had, the boys about the golf and how it was a fluke that Tim had won. But tomorrow skill would tell as Bill put it. 

The girls about the beauty parlour and their intention to have the full treatment, whatever that was Robert thought. 

Then Sue asked him "how did you find the sauna Robbie.'

"Hot and steamy," he replied. 

Her face didn't betray any other ulterior motive for asking, he glanced at July, and she gave a small shake of her head.

The DJ came out did his routine and the music started with the Rolling Stones number.

The girls piled down on to the floor to dance while Robert and Tim took the opportunity to rest their backs on the booth couch. 

Sue as usual was wearing the shortest dress that flared way to high when she spun round thankfully she was wearing panties tonight.

Carol was wearing a dark sheath dress that had a slit at the back to enable her to move, whilst July's was a gypsy kind of dress that was gathered at the waist by a broad belt with puff sleeves at her shoulder, a round neck line that displayed her bust. 

But his eyes were on Terry when she turned too fast he caught a glimpse of her suspenders.

At the end of that set, the DJ announced the next set would be Latin; the girls beckoned the boys to join them on the floor as the lights dimmed. 

His hands were on Terry's hips her arms around his neck; she had her eyes closed as she softly hummed to the music, her hips moving to the rhythm of it. 

She looked so beautiful his heart ached for love of her; she opened her eyes, looking deep into his, her lips parted slightly and he lower his head and kissed her soft lips, melting against his. As he raised his head again, he heard her soft whisper "I love you," and then moved closer into his arms her head against his chest. 

The next number was a mambo, so they left the floor returning to the booth, the others still dancing.

He sat with his arm about her shoulders her head on his chest. He heard her say softly, "I love you in this uniform Bobby, but I hate where it will take you. I know I'll die if anything happens to you, you must come back".

"Darling nothing can stop me coming back to you, and nothing can hurt me except if I lost your love".

She lifted her head, and he kissed her again.

"Come on you two love birds, you look like you're attending a wake". Bill said as he arrived back with July.

Terry sat up and took a deep breath, "You're right Bill we're here to enjoy ourselves", and signalled the waiter her face breaking out in a smile, which he knew was forced.

But after a few more drinks she started to be her usual self. They were on the dance floor it was a slow number the lights dimmed right down he was holding her with his hands low down on her back, she with her arms round his neck when she said,

"Bobby can we go outside please, I need some air."

"Of course darling," looking concerned.

"I'll meet you in the foyer, I have to pick my purse up, and so I'll tell them."

She joined him in the foyer; they went outside walking in silence until they reached the rose bower. She sat down; he sat alongside her. He watched as she pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from her purse and lit one; he noticed her hand was shaking, as she lit it. 

She could see the astonished look on his face; he had never seen her smoking, "There July's," she muttered'. 

He remained silent; something was troubling her he knew, he had never seen her smoke before.

She drew the smoke into her lungs it seemed to steady her.

"I'm not much fun for you tonight am I?" Before he could say anything, she continued. "I thought I could be strong for you, but I know I'm a coward. When we see each other, we seem to try and squeeze a lifetime of love into a few days. I didn't mind, in fact, I wanted it like that. I needed it like that. And you have the effect on me as heroin has to an addict. But Bobby in five days you fly off to war. I try not to think about it darling; I really do try, but I find myself looking at my watch counting down the hours we have left."




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She stubbed out the cigarette and lit another. "I had it all planned," she said bitterly, "I wanted to be so sexy and desirable for you, to take your mind of where you are going. What you'll to be facing over there, we all are, but I'm the weak one I guess." 

He looked at her tears were slowly rolling down her face. 

He reached for the cigarette packet took one out and lit it, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs.

"Terry," he began, "I know when we are together it gets a little frantic, but it's due to the life we lead, we are both are not 9 till 5 type of people. We have to make do with what little time we have together. You are equally like a drug to me, when I see you, all I want to do is take you in my arms and hold you close, your body against mine. I love you Terry Kerr I don't want to ever, hurt you, or make you sad.

When I'm over there, I'll have memories off what you wore, how we were, to sustain me. And knowing you are back here, waiting for me will make me careful. I have far too much to live for to be anything other than that."

He turned to her and kissed her,long gentle kiss. "I'm going to miss you more than words can say. But knowing you are here waiting for me, will give me the strength to bear it, and so long has I have your love."

She lifted her tear stained face looking at him, she could see he looked sad and concerned. 

"Bobby," she whispered, "let's go to bed,"

They made love that night slow, gentle love devoid of the frenzy that usually consumed them. 

Terry woke first, the next morning she climbed out of bed, and looked down on him he was still sleeping. He looks like a small boy she thought, her mind went back to last night in the rose bower. 

God you're a selfish bitch, she thought, he has a squadron to run, men to lead, and I'm bitching about my problems. Whilst he never mentions or moans about what he has to deal with on a daily basis. 

She made a vow to herself, for the rest of the short time they had; she would make him happy. He could use her has he thought fit.

After she had to the room, from her shower, he was awake still in bed.

"Good morning sleepy head," she said brightly "Do you want to swim this morning?"

He nodded, lifting himself up in the bed. He was looking at her, at her body.

She turned to the drawers at the end of the bed, and rummaged in side finally selecting the bikini she would wear, a scarlet satin one, the most daring of the ones she had brought, not much bigger than a thong. 

She had to wiggle her hips to pull the tight material up over her bottom, the top she tied the strings around her neck then adjusting the strips that covered her nipples and tied her back strings. 

She checked that strips were in place noticing that her breasts were visible except for the nipple area, and then she turned to face him.

"Are you going to take a shower then?" She asked.

He smiled and climbed out of bed trying to avoid her seeing his erection.

They were the first at the pool again; Terry slipped of the robe and entered the water.

Robert sat watching her as she cut through the water like a fish has usual, after her ten lengths of the pool she stopped.

"Hey, are you coming in?" She shouted. 

He walked down the steps to join her.

"I've not had my good morning kiss from you today," she moaned.

He reached over to her has she put her arms around his neck, and kissed her, she lifted her legs around his waist and pressed her lips harder against his, her tongue opening his mouth. 

If he wants to take me now, he can she thought breathlessly. But then the others arrived and reluctantly she lowered her legs.

Robert climbed out to join the men, all six looked jaded. 

Tim explained that they had 'hung one on' the night previously, and they were all suffering from a hangover.

"Oh, not good," Robert said, "So did it have any effect on your love lives?" He said grinning.

"It's hard to make love to a woman when she's throwing up," moaned Bill.

Robert looked at Tim and Tom in turn both nodded miserably. 

He looked at the girls in the pool they were talking, but there was no giggling he noticed. 

The three men climbed into the pool, and Terry came out to join him on the marble seat.

"It seems it was a non-event for them last night," Robert said.

"And this morning," Terry said chuckling.

They were splashing around and swimming, and the water seemed to revive them somewhat. 

After a while, they paired off at the far side of the pool. Tim was down at the shallow end, and he could see Sue's head above his shoulder as he watched a bikini bottom floated to the surface. He was about to draw Terry's attention to them when he saw her staring some were else, her lips open he followed her gaze. 

Bill was taking July hard, by look of it, her top and bottoms floating beside her, He glanced towards Tom, who appeared to be doing something similar. 

It was obvious that the six were oblivious to any one present.

"My god Bobby, I feel like a voyeur looking at them," her voice husky.

"Come on let's take that sauna, I don't think they'll miss us somehow,"

In the sauna, he left the lights off but switched on the machine. She was hanging the robe up as he came up behind her; he kissed her neck running his hands over her firm buttocks.

"I suppose that comes under Rule 5 section 2," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, what's that?" 

"Unless we are willing," he chuckled.

His hands had moved to her breasts; she groaned.

"Bobby, see if the kids are still playing before you start," her voice breathless.

He moved to the door just cracking it open, he returned a second later she had removed the top. "There just having seconds," he whispered as his hands cupped her breasts again.

'Sorry, I've been so long darling, but my hair had got so frizzy from the steam in the sauna' she noticed he was naked on the bed his shorts by the side of it.

"You waiting for someone?" She murmured.

"Whom do you think," he replied.

She looked at him, and then crossed her arms pulling the jumper off over her head,

Still looking at him, she lowered the zip of her slacks, wriggling her hips seductively has she slid them down over her thighs. 

She unclipped the bra sliding the straps from her shoulders and then the thong was slowly removed.

She climbed onto the bed, laying on her side her pelvis hard against his, and her hand stroked his chest.

"Now what would you like to talk about?" She said her, voice husky.

They were still laid on the bed in each other's arms, when he glanced at his watch.

"I suppose I had better start getting ready, for tonight," he said resigning to yet another hour in the bar.

"We could shower together if you like," she whispered, "It may save some time."

"Oh, I like you're thinking," he whispered back.

By the time the other three, lads joined him in the bar, he had recovered from the exertions of the shower.

All three looked a little pale, apparently they had, had a lousy game of golf, their hearts not being in it. The girls arrived, wearing short dresses again. Terry in a scarlet sheath dress, with a daring neckline, her hair down, secured by a clip. The other girls wore similar out fits the common denominator being low cut necklines.

They suggested; they give the nightclub, a miss that night, not really feeling up to it.

At dinner, they found that oysters were on the menu, Tim, Tom, Bill; Carol and Terry ordered them, but he, July and Sue beg off oysters not being their kind of food.

"Robbie," Tim said "you should have half a dozen, you know what they say, it puts lead into you're pencil," 

"No thanks," he said chuckling "I use a biro," getting a dirty look from Terry.

After dinner, they wondered through to the games room. 

Spotting the snooker table Tim organised a match, they would draw for partners, and two playing against two, and the losing pair would buy a round of drinks. The next four would play, and the winning pairs of each round would play off for the final. 

Robert drew July, whilst Tim and Terry, Bill and Carol and Tom and Sue made up the other pairs.

Tim and Terry, Tom and Sue started the match; it was obvious that Terry had handled a cue before. 

But he quickly became aware of the girls, has they leaned against the table to take their shots. He could see the small strip of material that joined Terry's bra cups together, whilst Sue being so small had to literally, lay on the table her boobs threatening to explode from the confines of her bra. 

He forced his mind to concentrate on keeping score. 

Tim and Terry won while Bill set up the balls for their game he whispered to Terry, "I love your scarlet bra," she frowned not understanding how he knew. 

Bill broke, and then July took her shot followed by Carol and then him. 

He glanced at Terry her face was going a deep pink as she realised looking at Carol and July how he knew. 

He noticed when the girls had to take a shot from mid table he could clearly see the top of their stockings to the point that he knew Carol wore suspenders whilst July wore hold ups. 

Bill was noticing too he was losing concentration some of his shots going wild. Robert's team won by a comfortable margin. The final began between Tim and Terry and him and July; it was becoming a close game. After Terry had taken a hard shot from centre table, he whispered in her ears, "So you have scarlet suspenders on too."

She glared at him her face flushing again.

Her game deteriorated trying to maintain her dignity, Robert and July won, July threw her arm in the air "Yes," she cried coming over and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

They moved to two leather settees facing each other while they waited for their drinks to arrive. Terry hissed at him has soon as they were seated "You deliberately tried to put me off my game," he squeezed her thigh chuckling, "Well it worked didn't it."

They decided to have an early night still feeling queasy from the night before he reasoned.

In the bedroom, he watched as she removed the dress. "I was right you did have scarlet suspenders on," he murmured. Terry looked a little confused "So you couldn't see them?"

"No darling, but you always wear, matching underwear, so it was a safe bet."

"You, you," she rushed at him with clenched fists. He held her round her waist pulling her to him kissing her hard his tongue forcing her lips apart, he felt her relax her arms around his neck.

 



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Chapter 13





The Boys in Blue Ch. 13



Though, out the song, her face was glued to his face, he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, he could feel his eyes stinging, with pride, with love, as she finished a lone tear rolled down her cheek. After the applause had died down she gave a little curtsy the leader thanking her before she returned to the booth. 

Robert gently wiped the tear from her cheek before he kissed her. A few seconds later another bottle of Champagne arrived compliments of the combo.

They sat in the booth while the other six danced; the lights had dimmed even lower; they could see the fingers of the men creasing the material of the girls bottoms has they squeezed them the girls their eyes closed their lips parted, they were obviously aroused.

"Bobby lets go to bed," her hand gripping him. The music stopped, and the six left the floor.

They all left together, the men trying to hide their emotions; he noticed that Carol's cat suite looked darker at the apex of her thighs.

In the bedroom, she waited while he undressed when he was naked she removed the dress; she noticed an immediate effect it had on him, he crossed the room to her, placing his hands on her shoulders he kissed her gently their tongues entwining she grasped him, feeling it's strength and the power it had over her. 

He groaned his lips kissing her neck that always drove her crazy. She could feel his fingers unclipping the suspenders then his hands urgently fumbling with zip of the corselet, and then his lips, on her breast. She gasped, groaning involuntarily gripping it tighter, and then his hand moved to the thong, and then his fingers.

She vaguely felt him lift her, and carry her to the bed and then he was between her raised knees and then oblivion until they climaxed. Even when his body had finished shuddering she kept her legs tight around his waist, refusing to let him go. She wanted to keep him inside her, inside her where he was safe, safe from any dangers of the war.

When he awoke he saw her on her side looking at him, her finger traced the outline of his face. Her eyes were glassy and a little red, she'd been crying. She bent and kissed him gently.

"Darling I'll be fine don't worry, you'll have enough to worry about organizing our wedding, and our honeymoon."

She made a brave attempt to smile.

"I feel awful leaving you with all that work whilst I'm building up my tan."

"Bobby swear to me you won't do anything stupid, or take unnecessary risks," she whispered her voice breaking.

"I can't take risks; I have the three hooligans to look after, as well as the other men."

He took her into his arms, and they made love, slow, gentle love.

They were all in the foyer; Robert was settling his bill with reception, noticing he hadn't been charged for the day of the food poisoning. The four men picked up their cases and made their way to Tim's BMW the girls following. At the car, they paired off with the girls. 

"I'll write darling," he said, "It may be the only way we can be sure to remain in contact."

She nodded, tears rolling down her cheek; she tried to smile for him but failed.

He kissed her trying to put all the love he felt for her into it, and then got into the car. He could see the other girls were crying too. As the car pulled away, he turned in the seat, to look back, he could see the girls hugging each other their shoulders heaving, he couldn't hear the sobs but he knew they were there.

To be continued.



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Chapter 14. The boys in blue





The Boys in Blue Ch. 14



"The show is usually all over by ten, would that be too late for him if he wants to talk to her tonight."

"I don't think Bill will mind, can you set it up with July for Bill to get in touch at ten UK time."

"Of course darling, I'll ring her to warn her, now that we have seen to the morale of your men, can we talk about us please."

They spent an hour chatting before signing off.

Robert caught up with Bill later, taking him back to his room and showing him how to set up the laptop for Skype. Bill was as excited as a man taking his first solo flight, at the thought of contacting July.

After he had gone Robert lay back on his bunk thinking of Terry, he longed to be able to hold her in his arms. He tried to rationalise in his mind why he had been with Sue and Jill, true it had been just sex with them both. But why had he allowed it to happen if he loved Terry so much. He could only think that he had two personalities, one that was completely devoted to Terry, but another that responded to his inherent sex drive, a drive that he had only become aware off since knowing Terry. 

True he had never made the first move on either of them, but he had neither said no to their innuendoes. He was still wrestling with his dilemma as he drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning Bill arrived back at Robert's room with the laptop case, 

"How did it go?" Robert asked.

"Bloody fantastic," Bill replied a big smile on his face, "we talked for hours."

I bet my account has taken a beating Robert thought ruefully, but it was worth it to see Bill so happy.

"Thanks Robbie for loaning it, I don't know why I didn't think of getting one, anyway I'm going over to the American PX to get one of my own now."

"Well if you do, bring it back, and I'll show you how to set it up," Robert replied.

When Robert contacted Terry, later that night he was able to tell her that Bill had now set him self up with a laptop.

"I know darling July has been on to me I didn't know he had bought one, but at least he will be able to see her now."

"Well I hope they can set up an earlier time, he looked half dead this morning."

Terry chuckled "I don't doubt it, from what July told me, she showed him what he was missing."

"Lucky devil," Robert murmured, "I'm not so sure that's a good thing, and it will only frustrate him."

"Do you get frustrated darling?" she asked innocently.

"No, I think about growing cucumbers, which seems to do the trick." 

"Good boy," she whispered and then started to talk about the villa and its progress. 

On the fourth day, he received communication from Tim that his and Tom's aircraft were now set up; also the two aircraft bays were completed. They agreed that Tim and Tom would return to Kandahar to rearm with live munitions before returning to Bastion the following day. Chinooks would be ferrying the ground crew along with spares and munitions over the next few days back to Bastion. He and Bill would wait until they arrived before leaving.

When they arrived, Robert lost no time in explaining about the Skype connection and that July had contacted Carol setting up a time for them to contact her and Sue, Sue not having a laptop. Bill had agreed to leave his behind for them, its having a bigger screen than Roberts, he said lecherously.

Back at Bastion Robert found it a hive of activity as Taff organised the storage of equipment that was arriving on the Chinooks, as Taff had it well in hand he left it to him. 

When he returned to his portacabin he found another about a third bigger along side his. Finding out it was for Tim Bill and Tom's accommodation, but best of all they were connected to air conditioning units, he couldn't help but notice the USAF markings on them.

The next afternoon Tim and Tom returned, looking happy. Robert was now in a position to announce that the flight was ready for active service.





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Tim dropped him off at Terry's mews house.

He showered and changed his clothes. After which he caught a cab to the military tailors. Returning with a pizza, he settled down to watch TV.

The next morning early he took the Celica out of Terry's garage and drove down to Aventon. The cottage was empty; he had not told Mrs Mac he was coming, wanting to be on his own. 

After five months of constant involvement with others the chance to be alone without having to make decisions constantly, seemed so peaceful, almost decadent. 

He went upstairs and began packing for Barbados and Scotland.

The next morning early again, he returned to London. 

Finding the jewellery shop, which Terry had spoken of, he paid for the white gold wedding ring, before he once more returned to the flat with a Chinese take way and TV.

He had not been in contact with Terry; since she arrived back from Barbados having flown out the week previous to ensure every thing was ready at the villa. 

He knew she would be extremely busy finalising arrangements. He couldn't help but feel guilty that she had had to do it all without his help.

The next morning before he went to pick up his uniform, she phoned.

"Hello darling, just ringing to make sure you are all set, there will be a mini-bus to pick you all up at Inverness," her voice sounded excited.

"I've only got to pick up my uniform and pack it, and that's me done. I'm meeting the other five at Gatwick; we should be at the hotel by four. Will I see you then?"

"Yes we have a rehearsal at the church at six thirty," her voice dropped, "Bobby are you having second thoughts."

"No, never, I'm just lonely as hell and want you in my arms."

"Oh, darling it won't be long now, and I'll be in your arms for the rest of our lives."

The six pilots climbed out of the cramped confinement of the mini bus and moved to the hotel reception.

Dave and Dick were to share one room. Tom and Bill another, while Tim was doubling up with Jeremy, as the groom Robert had a single room.

After they unpacked they met up in the hotel bar were Jeremy had the drinks in.

The church was only a few hundred yards away from the hotel, so the seven men walked to it.

The girls along with Mr and Mrs Kerr were standing in the church porch, but he only saw Terry, she was in jeans as were the other girls with a thick woolly jumpers. 

He walked towards her his heart pounding taking her hands in his, just looking at her and she, him.

"Well are ye nay going to kiss the lass, she's waited long enough for it," growled Angus Kerr.

He took her in his arms, and their lips melted together oblivious to those around them.

"That's enough of that nonsense," Angus growled again, "let's get this rehearsal over with first."

After the rehearsal which Robert couldn't remember most of it, his concentration being on Terry.

Amazed that some one so beautiful had chosen him to spend her life with. 

They walked to the nearby pub going into the snug room. Angus went to the bar and ordered.

Tim Bill and Tom wasted no time in pairing of with the girls; their arms round them, whispering to each other on the hard bench seats. 

He smiled when he saw Dave and Dick vying for the attention of Marge. Terry was sat with her mother, and Angus made his intention clear when he sat down on the other side of her.

Pearl leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"There's no chance for you tonight my boy," giving a chuckle.

After they had finished the drink Angus stood up.

"Right lasses you have a big day ahead of ye tomorrow, so lets away to yer beds."

After they had all filed out he turned the men.

"Have a good night lads, but if any of ye think of taking a walk, don't walk down by the loch, I've been pestered by a fox and I keep a shotgun loaded with bird shot and shoot at any noise," he said glaring at them.

"Jesus," Bill groaned, "I believe him."

Jeremy laughed, "I'm the only one who is legally married and even I'm not silly enough to try and see my wife tonight."

Robert woke with a thick head the next morning, dimly remembering the night previously. 

He went down stairs and ordered coffee drinking it while Jeremy tucked into a full Highland breakfast. He's indestructible he thought; the other five arrived all looking as fragile as he, he thought with some satisfaction. 

At ten Sir Wilbur, Jack and Ruby and Mrs Mac and Archie arrived after introductions they went upstairs to their rooms.

Just before eleven Angus pulled up in his Toyota Land Cruiser and Sir Royston, Bev, Ann, Gale and Ted got out. 

He introduced them, taking a moment to thank Sir Royston for his being here today.

The three girls rounded on him, "You said you wanted us in your harem, so what went wrong," they said chuckling.

"I still do, but I think the future Mrs Barlow may have some thing to say about that," he said in mock seriousness.

As they climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but notice Dave and Dick's eyes on the cute backside of Gale. Five months in country do'es that to a man he realised.

Alan and Taff arrived later with their wives having driven up in Alan's car.

He stood along side Jeremy by the alter feeling self conscious in his uniform complete with sword and miniature medals on his chest, asking Jeremy for the sixth time if he had the ring safe. 

Then the organ struck up the opening bars. 

Little Tommy led the procession with Sue and July followed by Carol and Pearl in pale blue gowns, Marge came next, and then she was there.

Angus, in full Black Watch dress uniform complete with kilt, walked ramrod straight, but the vision at the side of him made him gasp. The dress was three quarter length of white lace, a boat neckline with a tight bodice that flared out at her waist into layers of lace. Her arms were covered in almost transparent lace gauze. Her hair was coiled on top with a small flowered tiara that held her veil in place.

The ceremony was a blur; he remembered lifting the veil and seeing her face her lips slightly parted and her wonderful green eyes that looked a little glassy as if tears would fall at any moment.

As they exited the church, the five pilots and Alan made a ceremonial arch with their swords. 

Then the flash of the photographer's cameras, they all had to line up for the various photographs before climbing into the car for the reception.

He some how got through the speeches at the reception held in a large marquee erected in the grounds of the Loch Hotel, and then the tables were cleared away and the music began, and he led her on to the floor for the opening waltz.

"Happy Mrs Barlow?" 

"Bobby no one can be this happy, with out it being a mortal sin," she murmured as he kissed her.

They returned to their table; a bottle of Champagne with a blue bow was placed upon it for them.

As the evening wore on he was interested at how the others were faring, Sir Royston, Sir Wilbur, Jack, Archie and Angus were discussing the merits of various malts in one corner of the marquee with half a dozen bottles on the table, Mrs Kerr, Mrs Mac, Ruby, Ann and Bev looking on with distain.

Tim, Bill and Tom were dancing in their usual style hand clenched tight to the girls buttocks even Dick had a firm grip on Gale's bottom, but the thing that surprised him was Dave was dancing with Marge in the same manner, and she didn't appear to mind as she nuzzled his neck. Dave kept her well away from Angus view.

He pointed it out to Terry saying, "another randy Highlander then?"

"No," she replied, "over sexed pilots," but chuckled.

At ten Terry had to get changed for the flight back to Gatwick and on to Barbados, Pearl went with her to help.

He borrowed Angus Toyota to return to the hotel and change, himself. 

As he swept back into the drive from changing, the headlights caught Bill and July up against a fir tree July had her legs around his waist while his pants were down round his ankles, they were oblivious to any thing other than what they were doing.

Back in the marquee Marge was still dancing, sort of, he thought, they had moved to the far comer away from her father and seemed to using a lot of hip movements. 

Gale was still on the floor, but her hands were now on Dick's backside. Sue and Tim had disappeared, and Tom and Carol appeared to be ready to join them, when Terry arrived back. She had changed into the silver grey trouser suite she had worn on the opening day at Renton.

"Where are they all?" She asked him.

"Where do you think after five months without sex," he replied.

"Oh, the car will be here in ten minutes."

Pearl volunteered to find them; she's in for a shock he thought as she set off.

They had all arrived back when the car arrived, looking slightly out of breath and a little rumpled. 

After throwing her bouquet, which Carol caught, they climbed into the large BMW for the journey to Inverness.

She cuddled up to him on the back seat her hand falling on his leg. "You have a hard on," she whispered. 

"It's not surprising; those five are going to score tonight and I'm not," he murmured peevishly.

"Oh, darling just be patient a little longer."

"I can't even touch you at the moment'," he moaned.

"Oh, you can, just don't go too far," she said her eyes bright.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth as she kissed him, and his hand slid to the zip of her trousers.

There was only one other couple on this late flight out to Barbados in the first class area. They were sat at the back of the lower deck, and both looked to be in their late sixties.

He and Terry settled in the seats up by the nose. They both declined the meal and settled for wine. 

Three hours into the flight, the stewardess asked if they wanted their beds turned down; they declined again saying they could do it themselves when they were ready. She wished them good night turning down the lights in the cabin, there only illumination being their overhead lights.

Terry excused her self-saying she was going to the powder room. When she came back, she said the couple at the back was fast asleep. She was carrying some thing in her hand, which she tried to stuff into her handbag. 

It fell out it was a bra and a thong. 

"Bobby I don't want to go too far. I want out first time as husband and wife to be in our own bedroom, please darling. I know that if you start I'll get carried away, so you have to be strong for the both of us. If you can't, then don't start please."

She looked at him with those big green eyes; he knew that she was naked beneath that suite that if he started to touch her he wouldn't be able to stop him self.

He kissed her lightly on the nose, "I'll pull the beds down so we can sleep."

           **************

The moon had followed them across the Atlantic; it was still late when they landed. Terry gave the taxi driver the address; it pulled up by a pair of large 6-foot high wooden gates flanked by an eight-foot high wall. Terry pulled out an electronic key pad pressing a button; the gates swung silently opened, lights switching on to illuminate the stone block drive. The taxi drove forward stopping in front of a double garage, to the left he could see the doorway to the villa slightly obscured by palms.

Terry ran and opened the door then waited while he paid off the taxi.

He carried the cases up to her. 

"You have to carry me over the threshold," she chuckled. 

When he set her down she said, "leave the cases here darling we can see to them tomorrow/"

She led him upstairs to their bedroom not bothering to switch the light on; she said, "let's go to bed." 

By the time, he had shed his clothes she was lying on the bed naked waiting.

It was if a tsunami had hit them, lifting them up and crashing them down, only to be lifted again as their bodies met. Terry screamed at his first touch, tears of joy flowing down her face as she rode this wave of passion then screamed again as the wave broke leaving her sobbing, gasping for air as her body flowed. Then seconds later he exploded in side her as convulsion after convulsion racked his body, the heat of it felt like fire inside of her; she felt him jerk a few times as he receded. 

He slowly collapsed at her side, when she thought her legs could bear her she went to the bathroom.

When she returned he was laying on his back his hands behind his head. She lay on her tummy support by her elbows looking at his face he was returning the look, they didn't speak they didn't need to their eyes spoke for them.

When Robert woke up he was disorganised for a few moments trying to establish his bearings. The room was large, one entire wall being built in wardrobes with mirror doors, two large chests of drawers were placed at one end of the room, with a big dressing table and stool over by the French windows that over looked the veranda scattered rugs were on the marble floors. He climbed out of bed and moved into the bathroom a large bubble bath dominated the room with a curved glass shower cubical with multi showerheads a toilet and bidet and his and her washbasins all in pink marble.

After he had showered and shaved he put on the slacks of the night before realising, he would have to bring the cases up. He was about to go down for them, when he heard splashing he moved to the open French doors and out on to the veranda. 

Terry was in the pool swimming up and down making a racing turn at either end; he watched her for several minutes before going down to join her.

He sat by the pool watching her when a Barbadian woman dressed in a white overall came over to him from inside the villa.

"Good morning sir, would you like tea or coffee with your breakfast," she asked.

"Oh, coffee, please," he replied wondering who she was.

He was saved from further speculation when Terry emerged from the pool putting on a towelling bathrobe. She came over to him giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Good morning darling did you have a good sleep?" 

"Best nights sleep I've had for ages, it must have been jet lag that brought it on," giving her a look.

At that moment, the woman came back carrying a tray with bacon eggs fried tomatoes and mushrooms, along with a coffee pot and mug, sugar and cream.

"Oh, Bobby you haven't met Hanna she's our daily; her husband Sam is our gardener and odd job man."

After she had gone Robert asked Terry between mouthfuls of food, "are they here all day?"

"Only if we want them to be, I've told them that after breakfast and she's cleaned the bedroom they can take the rest of the day off this week," she chuckled, "Hanna knows we are just married."

"Oh, that's all right then," he said brightening up.

"When you have finished eating, I want to show you around the villa."

They started in the garden, to give Hanna time to finish cleaning up. 

The walls enclosed the entire property down towards the beach. 

The grass was lush and green; underground sprinkler system Terry explained. 

He was trying to remember how the plot had looked before because this was light years ahead of it now. 

Near the bottom of the garden was a large pool with a waterfall running down to it, multi colour Koi swimming around the pool. 

The palm trees were still there as were the Aloe Vera plants, which boarded the gate to the beach, steps, now led down to it. 

Terry pointed out the decorative shed that contained beds and umbrellas for the beach she explained. 

When he turned round, he got the first full view of the villa. It had been built at a slight angle to the length of the garden. Terry said Pearl had done that deliberately to get the most sunlight of the day in the pool area. At either end wings had been built out that encompassed the pool. 

He noticed there were six verandas on the second floor. 

She explained that there were only five bedrooms the six veranda was his study. As they walked back, she pointed out the Jacuzzi at the end of the pool the BBQ set in a bower of climbing roses. 

As they entered the villa, they heard a truck pulling away. "That's Hanna and Sam leaving," she said, leaving the bathrobe over a bed chair. 

Coming in from the pool they entered the huge reception come lounge area.

Twin large white leather settees sat facing each other, a long low glass drinks table in between with matching armchairs at either end. To one end near the glass sliding doors, was a bar with four high bar stools. 

One of the wings was the dining area with a table that could seat twelve. The other wing had a 42-inch flat screen TV set into the wall along with a DVD player and stereo system.

"How do you like it so far darling?" She asked concern written all over her face.

"It's fantastic," he said.

A big smile broke out on her face, "Oh, you must see this," she picked up a remote from the bar counter and pressed a button, vertical blinds moved silently inclosing the glass panels of the doors that encased the pool area. She pressed it again, and they retreated back, she pressed it again, and the glass darkened.

"One way glass, we can see out but no one can see in." She said pleased with her self.

She took him into the kitchen; all the units were in white a large Agra cooker, tower fridges and freezers a wine fridge and wine rack all with bottles in them he noticed.

She led him upstairs he was acutely aware of the sway of her bottom in a tight yellow bikini she wore as she moved. 

She showed him the guest bedrooms that were slightly smaller versions of their own room but in different colours systems, rose marble, pale blue marble, violet marble and light green marble being the main difference. 

From there, she led him back into their room entering a door way opposite the bathroom door.

This was his study she proclaimed; one wall was just bookshelves, and the other contained a long set of drawers, at the other end a desk with a 30inch flat screen monitor on it.

"I've not finished this off yet, I don't know what books you want, but you can fill the book shelves yourself."

"Well Bobby what do you really think about it, tell me the truth please?" Her face so serious he thought

"Well if you want my honest opinion. I have to say the building is excellent," his voice very serious "the furniture and fittings are sublime. The ambience is fantastic. But it has one major flaw."

"Oh," she whispered, "how have I failed?"

"Now don't be upset," he said walking over to her, "the problem is," resting his hands on her hips, her face so solemn, "you are not looking after your husband," pulling the ties of the bikini.

It took her a second to realise that the bottom half was on the floor.

"Bobby you are such a," she was cut of from saying any thing else by his mouth covering hers, his tongue searching hers. She groaned has his hands cupped her rubbing gently, his other on the ties of her back and then his lips kissing her breast driving her crazy with need. She hooked her legs around his waist as he carried her through to the bedroom.

Later as she lay in his arms she whispered, "So you like it then, the villa?"

"Oh, course I do, and the service is improving too, but seriously darling do you like it, because it is my wedding present to you."

"Oh, Bobby it's everything I ever wanted in a home, thank you darling."

The next morning he joined her in the pool, but had to admit defeat as she out swam him, he was a length behind when she finished the ten-length match.

They were lying on the sun beds drying off, when he suggested going out for a meal that night. 

Then she suddenly sat up, "Bobby go and check the garage."

"What for?" 

"I don't know, but Pearl said to make sure you checked it out," she replied.

He shrugged and picked up the remote. At the front of the house, he clicked it, and the self-opening doors swung open. 

Inside was a brand new black Range Rover Vogue.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 15



On the front seat with the car keys was a note 'Congratulations Jeremy Pearl and Tommy' 

"Did you know about the Range Rover?" He asked Terry.

"All Pearl said was they had got us some wheels."

"Some wheels," he murmured "get dressed we'll go and get you some."

Six hours later they returned with Terry driving a bright yellow Toyota Camry convertible with only 400 miles on the clock.

"I'm calling it Buttercup II," she said proudly.

After the meal that night on returning, Terry went out on to the patio while Robert mixed nightcaps. She was sat on a sun bed with her eyes closed.

"Can you hear that?" she whispered.

He sat down try to discern what she meant, and then he understood. Above the sound of the crickets, you could hear the sound of the waves collapsing onto the beach, a rhythmic splish.... splosh.

The night was warm he had unbuttoned his shirt to take advantage of the slight sea breeze drifting in from the ocean. 

Laying back, he closing his eyes, savouring the smell of jasmine, mimosa and rose, and the other plants perfume. 

He heard Terry move then settle back on to the bed chair. He glanced over towards her; she had removed the dress and was now in yellow lace bra and thong. 

One leg was raised, whilst her arms were over her head her hands gripping the back of the bed chair, her eyes still closed. 

The action of her arms had pushed her breasts up, so they struggled to keep in the confines of her bra.

He stood up and quickly removed all his clothes his erection painfully stiff as he moved towards her. Kneeling beside her bed chair, he kissed her throat and then the hollow of her neck, a smile appeared on her face but she kept her eyes closed. His lips caressed the swell of her breasts has his hands freed them from the cups that contained them. 

His lips moved to the nipple plucking it, his tongue flicking the end of it as it swelled. A gasp escaped her lips; he moved lower kissing her rib cage his tongue playing in the hollow of her navel. 

Her hips had begun to rotate gently beneath his touch. She raised her legs as he slowly removed the thong, moving down between her upraised legs. 

His tongue traced a path down the swell above her vulva until it met her lips; he glanced at her; her arms were still over her head the hands gripping the back of the chair tightly. Her eyes still closed, but her head was moving from side to side her mouth opened with her tongue sliding over her lips.

His tongue moved up and down her lips and then they surrendered to his touch and began to open. Slowly he entered her, seeking her hidden place, where he knew it would unleash the fury of her passion. 

Then his tongue found it, the hard nub. She gave out a gasp followed by a long moan as he flicked it and caressed it.

Suddenly she was sitting up her hands on his head forcing it down, groans of frustration escaping from her mouth. 

He moved straddling the bed with his legs he sat down lifting her, so her legs straddled him, her hand grasping him, guiding him as, she lowered her self. Then she began to move thrusting her body down on him, again and again faster and faster. He could feel her body tensioning, and then she climaxed, her body trembling under its force.

When she had subsided, she looked at him her eyes wide; he was still inside her, hard and erect, she felt his hands on her buttocks lifting her and letting her drop, she started to help him as the passion built up in her again. She climaxed once more before she felt his release into her; his body wracked with the force of it.

They stayed in the same position until their bodies returned to normal; both were covered in sweat, and Terry knew her thighs were wet too.

Terry climbed off him and moved to the Jacuzzi switching it on; he joined her as they lowered themselves into the bubbling water.

"I hope this has a good filter system," she murmured as she spread her legs. 

Terry wanted to drive the Camry the next day, after a while they wound up at Port St Charles. "We can have lunch in the club house," she recommended. 

They began to walk along the quay when he spotted Jeremy's Sea Ray 'Freeboard' moored along side was a large Sunseeker Manhattan Robert had seen them before at Poole where they were made.

He was admiring the lines of it when he noticed Terry climbing on board.

"Hey, get back here, you'll be done for trespass," he shouted.

"I only want to see what it looks like inside?" She replied putting her hands to her eyes as she tied to look through the blackened glass of the sliding doors leading into the cabin.

"Oh, Bobby its beautiful inside come and have a look."

He glanced to see if any one else was on the quay before gingerly climbing up the steps from the bathing platform to join her.

"They certainly know how to build them in Poole," he said admiring the interior.

"Let's look inside?" Terry said.

"Don't be silly darling we can't," he replied.

"Oh but we can," she said reaching into her bag, she withdrew a bunch of keys, offering them to him, "my wedding present to you," she said quietly.

He looked bemused "my wedding present?"

"She's all yours," she whispered opening the sliding doors.

For the next hour while he scuttled around the boat looking at every thing amazed at the luxurious fittings, the powerful twin diesels the electronics that festooned the helm positions in the main cabin and fly bridge, eventually returning to Terry, who was sat on the deck a glass of wine ready for him.

"Darling it must have cost a fortune," he gasped.

"Worth every penny just to see the look on your face," she said smiling.

"But how did you know, how did you organise it, this boat's brand new."

"First I saw the look on your face when we went out with Jeremy and Pearl on their boat, which gave me the idea. I spoke to Jeremy about which boat you would like in secret. He mentioned Sunseeker right away, apparently you two used to look at them in Poole. He suggested this model. So when I went down to the cottage I popped down and ordered one. Jeremy spoke to the men and outlined what it needed on it, and I selected the interior fittings. When I came over a week before the wedding, it was to take delivery of it. It was all quite simple really."

"Oh, you wonderful devious witch, thank you darling seems so inappropriate."

"It's the least I could do seeing what you did for me with the villa, which we still need to find a name for. Jeremy suggested the name for the boat."

"I didn't really notice it I was more concerned with you were breaking in."

"She's called 'Tomick' after your Mum and Dad, I hope that's all right."

"Perfect darling," he said taking her in his arms and kissing her.

Breaking free she said, "She's all fuelled up and ready to go, when do you want to take her out?"

"Tomorrow, I have to read up on these first," picking up a pile of manuals.

The rest of the day he sat out on the patio his head in the manuals; even the sight of Terry in her tanning suit couldn't break his concentration.

Boys with their Toys, she chuckled to her self.

The next morning after breakfast they drove down to the mooring, while he started the engines, Terry uncoupled the shore electrical cable to the boat and cast of the lines.

"Clear for sea skipper," she said throwing up a mock salute.

After three hours of his putting the boat threw her paces, Terry appealed to him to drop the anchor so they could have lunch. 

Reluctantly he climbed down from the fly bridge; she'd changed into a white bikini and had laid the table out on the deck.

"I'm going to have to do some shopping," he began chewing on a drumstick, "I need to get some fishing gear and snorkel masks and fins."

"Well we can go tomorrow," she said, "I need to get some things too; mine don't seem to be having the necessary effect,"

He looked at her puzzled, "what don't," he enquired.

She looked at him and slowly ran her hands over the top of her bikini her eyes wide and bright.

Later they swan in the sea naked.

Over the next days, they shopped, sailed, and swam sunbathed and made love. Most evenings they would eat out, and then dance later. 

They had found a small bar where they played authentic calypso music live. They had become quite friendly with Tessie, who ran the bar, and she had shown Robert how to make the bars famous rum punches. 

"You realise that Jeremy Pearl and Tommy come back tomorrow," Terry told him over her punch.

"No, has a week gone by already?" 

"Afraid so Darling, you know we have been pretty active you know," she saw the lecherous smile on his face, "I don't mean that, I mean with the boat, and shopping and getting around, and all the other things we've done, and OK yes that too." She chuckled.

"Well I'll pick them up from the airport if you know their flight details." 

"Yes I do," she replied, "I thought they could have dinner with us, as they don't get in until nine in the evening, and Pearl wont like cooking at that time."

Robert picked them up and drove back to the villa, expressing his gratitude for what the pair had done for Terry and him on the way.

Terry had the outside table laid ready for them. When they had settled in the cane chairs, armed with one of Tessie rum punches and Tommy with an orange juice.

Pearl said, "I hope you will excuse me, but it's so nice to feel warm again" she undid the heavy woollen jacket she was wearing taking it off revealing her black bra.

"So," said Terry as they were eating "what happened after we left the reception?"

Pearl chuckled, "well the malt tasters were out of it, stoned, your mother and the others left in disgust with them. 

There were only Marge and the other girl dancing along with Jeremy and I; we were making bets, which pair would leave next. We both loss they left together. 

I think it turned Jeremy on," she glanced at Jeremy who squirmed in his chair, "any how I took him to my room, unfortunately it, was occupied by the other girl and the officer, who seemed to be giving her the old one two, big style," she giggled, "so I took him to your room, did you know your sister is a screamer," she said demurely.

"Those bloody raff pilots," Terry hissed.

'Darling in their defence, after five months without seeing a girl, the sheep wouldn't have been safe, if it hadn't been for them, and I don't imagine any of them cried rape," he said smiling broadly.

"Well," continued Pearl "Jeremy ducked out early, he didn't fancy facing the terror of the Highlands, your Dad. But he needn't have bothered; Nessy could have walked through your place, and he wouldn't have seen her. 

The sight of five partially clad RAF officers tiptoeing out with their shoes in their hand was so funny."

"It was supposed to be a wedding not an excuse for a knocking shop," Terry said dismayed.

"Terry it was a wonderful wedding," Jeremy said, "everyone enjoyed it in their own way. Your dad's table may not have enjoyed the next day, but I think I can say that all the bridesmaids carried out sterling service ensuring that the guests were satisfied."

Robert burst out laughing Pearl joining in, and then Terry.

The next day they all drove down to the mooring Jeremy was itching to get his hands on the controls of Tomick, after a few hours Robert climbed down from the fly bridge.

"Oh baby," Terry said soothingly, "won't the nasty man let you play with your toy."

Pearl collapsed laughing.

That night they went to Tessie's bar after a few of her deadly rum punches they all began to feel quite mellow. The music began the rhythmic calypso beat filling the air.

The girls got up to dance; Terry was wearing a wrap around skirt with a wrap around top, whilst pearl was in a mini skirt with a halter neck. As the music became more frantic, bongo drums crashing out a rhythm, becoming more tribal than calypso, so their bodies responded to the beat. 

At times Terry's skirt would open revealing her thighs, while Pearl's skirt would rise up giving glimpses of the red thong she was wearing, you could see, by the way, her breasts were bouncing that she didn't have a bra on. 

They gave them selves over to the primitive beat their bodies responding to it.

"I don't know about you Bob, but I've got a hard on watching those two," Jeremy whispered.

Robert just nodded his mouth too dry to speak.

"I think we'll call it a night when they get back," Jeremy continued. He just nodded again.

In the Rover whilst driving, he moved his hand over on to her thigh trying to find a split in the skirt.

"Hey, watch the road," she said breathlessly. 

Then she saw the bulge in his pants she moved closer her hands busy with his zip, and then suddenly it was free. It felt like a rock in her hands. She knelt on the seat her head between his legs as she took him into her mouth. He gave a groan as her head moved; he pulled the skirt over her waist his hand caressing her buttocks and his fingers following the string of her thong. 

Then they were home the gates closing behind them. 

He pushed her back into her seat climbing over to her, pulling the skirt out and separating it, his hand grasping the thong tearing it from her. He lifted her buttocks in his hands and took her hard, savagely, her legs splayed out on the dash board as her hips rose up to join him.

He was eating breakfast by the pool when Terry returned from the lounge.

"That was Pearl," she said, "she's just run Jeremy to the airport; he's going to be in New York for a few days. She's going to come over later."

"Well in that case I'll take Sam and do a little fishing, and leave you girls to your gossip/"

Robert had been gone an hour when Pearl turned up in her Saab. She walked round to the pool area finding Terry just getting up from the sun bed.

"Make your self at home Pearl I'm just going for the wine."

They were on their second glass of wine when Pearl asked how the honeymoon was going.

"Heavenly," Terry said, "I didn't think there could be so much happiness."

"Does that include the sex," Pearl asked.

Terry was a little coy in replying but started to open up.

"I can't explain it but every time we make love it seems like the first time, some of the ways and places would shock you. We had it in the car last night in the drive would you believe."

Pearl chuckled "Jeremy damn near raped me in the car park last night as soon as we left the bar," she said.

"I think we may have brought that on ourselves," Terry said, "We were dancing a bit wild."

"Well we must do it more often, because I'm not complaining about the result," Pearl giggled.

"Me neither," replied Terry.

They chattered for a few more hours agreeing to go shopping the next day, and then Pearl left to pick Tommy up from school.

To be continued.



The Boys in Blue Ch. 16



They were out side arrivals when the six emerged all in heavy winter clothes. Strange to think it's winter back home, and we are here in the warmth, he thought.

After the greetings was over, the girls piled into Terry's Camry and the boys into his Range Rover.

Terry showed them their rooms while he prepared drinks and nibbles. The first down was Carol and Tom. Carol had taken a cue from Terry and had changed into shorts with a bikini top, while Tom wore long swimming trunks with a flower pattern on them. Then the other four arrived together, all similarly dressed.

The girls were all sitting on the sun beds chatting away to Terry whilst the boys were gathered around the bar while he made rum punch.

Looking over towards the girls, he noticed the whiteness of their bodies compared to the golden tan of Terry's, even he was much darker than the boys, as they brought him up to date with events back home.

Later that night as she lay in his arms in bed, Terry whispered.

"I think they'll all sleep tonight, the rum punches, plus the wine over dinner and the travelling as just about knocked them out," she murmured, "I'm taking the girls down to Bridgetown tomorrow shopping."

"I'll hang out with the lads until you get back; I still want to know what happened to Dave and Dick at the wedding."

"They'll be talking about my sister you know." she said peeved.

"Yes, I wonder which side of the family you girls got your sex drive from?"

The boys were all around the pool, drinking beer from ice-cold bottles. They'd been swimming everyone in boxer trunks, except Bill, who was in black Speedo's. Which couldn't hide, what was inside them, when the girls arrived back.

They dashed upstairs, returning twenty minutes later. Robert was at the bar when Terry came over to help carry the drinks. She had changed into a new bikini that he'd not seen before.

"Bloody hell Terry," he whispered, "that's a bit daring isn't it?"

It was in Royal Blue, made up of small triangles of material two just covering her nipples, another covering her vulva, and he could see the whiteness of her skin which other bikinis had covered, another triangle disappeared in to the cleft of her bottom.

"Nonsense," she giggled back, "there all the rage in Brazil, all the girls have bought them. The shop has just taken delivery of them."

The girls were standing, when they brought the drinks over letting the boys see their latest purchases.

"So what do you think boy's?" Said July wiggling her bum seductively.

The expression on their faces, not to mention else where made it clear what they thought. Bill was twitching in his seat realising Speedo's have their drawbacks.

"Why Bill," Sue said cheekily, "You're a big boy aren't you."

Bill gave up trying to hide what was obvious.

"Any craftsman will tell you that if you don't use a tool, it will never ware out," Bill replied in a superior voice.

July looked at him in mock horror.

"So what where you doing in the flight over, in the toilets, not to mention this morning.... polishing it?" She said a little miffed.

"You joined the mile high club?" Carol said envy in her voice.

They all dissolved laughing, when Bill announced he would change, with what little dignity he had left.

They left them in the pool splashing around while he helped Terry in the kitchen preparing lunch.

"You know darling I think we may need to change the filters more regularly this week," she said chuckling. 

They had just returned from a night out at Tessie's all six a little drunk not being used to her lethal rum punches. Robert asked if they needed a nightcap.

"Not for me," replied Sue, "God I'm so hot, I'm going to take a dip." 

With that, she dropped her dress, shrugging off her bra and entered the pool in just her thong, the other two girls followed suite; the men close behind, naked.

"Come on lets leave them to it," Terry said.

They were undressing when Terry in her thong was looking out over the veranda.

"Hey," she whispered, "look at this?"

The six were hard at it, Tim and Tom in the pool with Sue and Carol whilst Bill and July were in the Jacuzzi. July's legs over his shoulders his buttocks ramming into her.

Terry smiled to her self, has she felt his erection pressing into her bottom.

Over the next few days, they were active. They took them out on Tomick, out to where the sea turtles were. Then donned flippers and masks to swim amongst them, later with the girls spread out sunbathing on the fly bridge the boys quaffed ice cold 'buds' from the fridge. 

"You know Robbie," Bill said, "I could get used to this life, nothing to do but a spot of fishing or swimming." 

"Yes but you would be dead inside a month," Tim interceded, "you'd screw yourself to death." They all laughed.

Robert had been telling Tim about the boat when Sue and Carol came down from the fly bridge. 

"God but it's hot up there," Sue complained. "We're going in for a dip."

.

Carol and she climbed down the steps to the diving platform, whilst the boys stood at the rail admiring the view.

It was obvious that Carol was the stronger swimmer of the two, cutting through the water using the crawl, whilst Sue used the breaststroke.

After a while, they climbed out and laid down on the diving platform to dry off.

Robert along with the other three was looking down on them mentally comparing their bodies. Sue although short had the most pronounced curves with her large bust and hips, but Carol had the better legs long and slim with a flat tummy Robert thought. 

He glanced at the boys and wasn't surprised to see they had hard's on.

Sue suddenly opened her eyes seeing the boys looking down on them.

"Tim darling can you bring the suntan lotion down here please?" 

Tim shook himself and with a wide smile retrieved the lotion from Sue's bag. 

Tom followed him "I'd better get Carol's," he said has a way of explanation. 

"Good idea Tom," Bill said, "I'd better see if July needs some has well." Disappearing up to the fly bridge. 

Robert smiled to himself, suddenly on his own in the cockpit; he moved down to the galley to get another Buds.

When he turned to go back to the saloon, he saw Terry standing at the top of the steps. 

"I thought you were catching some rays," he asked.

"I was, but I think Bill has other ideas for July, and I don't want to be a party pooper," she chuckled. 

"Have you seen the others?" Robert inquired.

"Err no, but I heard them down on the platform, that was enough for me," she replied laughing.

Robert smiled "well do you want a Buds or some thing else?

Terry looked at him a slow smile breaking out on her face. 

"It seems our guests are other wise engaged at the moment; I'll have a buds, but can I have it in the master bedroom?"

Robert stood to one side has she passed him, picking up a bottle he followed her into the bedroom.

On another day, they had a picnic down on the beach, all of them beginning to turn various shades of either pink or light golden brown from the sun. 

Jeremy and Pearl joined them when they eat out or visited Tessie's.

By now the girls had lost some of their inhibitions and were sunbathing topless around the pool including Terry.

Robert suggested that Tim take the Range Rover to view the sights of the island, the six just about squeezing in to it.

It seemed quite after they had left; Terry was in the study down loading some CDs on to her play lists. She could control what music the PC had by a small laptop that selected which room in the villa she wished the music to be played in, through the speakers that were arranged around the villa. 

He was lying naked on the bed when she returned to the bedroom taking a nap; she undressed and joined him on the bed snuggling up to him, his arm automatically reaching over to hold her. 

She listened to the birds singing and the sound of the waves flopping on to the beach, she had never felt so happy she realised, as she too drifted off to sleep.

She woke up hearing her name being called by Robert; he informed her that Pearl was here with Tommy. She slipped into her shorts and bikini top and went down.

He was down at the bottom of the garden playing football with Tommy, and Pearl, was sat by the pool.

"I hope we didn't break any thing up," Pearl asked.

"No, we were just taking a nap," even Terry thought that sounded lame.

"Why are the others wearing you out?" chuckled Pearl

"No, but you would think they should be, there always at it."

"It's coming from a cold climate to warm one, the heat always gets the men going. It was just the same in LA." Pearl murmured.

"How long were you in LA?" Terry asked.

"I did three years at UCLA and two years with an Architect company before returning to the Island." 

"So why did you come back, I thought LA was supposed to be a hot town?"

"Let's say it got too hot for me." Pearl replied.

"Oh, how do you mean?"

"I had a couple of bad experiences there," Pearl paused to think before going on, "In the last year at UCLA I had a boy friend he was in the football team. 

Well we used to get a little wild, along with the booze we'd smoke a little grass, it was the norm at that time. 

Anyhow I was in his room, in the dorm, we were making love when three of his friends came in after he had finished, they took turns on me. 

The stupid thing was; it wasn't rape, I was sort of aware what as going on but I was too stoned to care.

Then when I started at the design firm I had a fling with one of the bosses I knew he was married but he was good in bed. Then one day he told me, not asked, but told me I had to entertain a prospective customer. That's when I realised, just how low I had fallen; I was just an under paid hooker as far as he was concerned. That's when I came home." She smiled but not with her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Pearl," Terry whispered.

Pearl brightened, "Don't be, it was the best move I have ever made, I met Jeremy, and we all lived happily ever after."

They changed the subject as he came up the garden with Tommy.

When they arrived back, they gathered at the pool all except Tom, who went into the kitchen with a package, they were telling them where they had been and what they had done when Tom returned. 

"Tomorrow night we are having a BBQ party," Tom said, "We found this butchers that sold authentic Angus steaks we've bought ten. I'll do the BBQ, and Tim and Bill will prepare the food and, lay out the table, all you girls, only need to do, is look attractive. Robbie and Jeremy can do the drinks".

"Wow," said Pearl, "that's an offer we can't refuse, let's go all hog and make it a Hawaiian fancy dress."

All the girls immediately gathered to discuss what they would wear, while Tom asked Robert how he worked the BBQ. Which Robert said he hadn't a clue, as it hadn't been used yet.

They next morning the girls left early to go shopping with Pearl, who was going to meet them, leaving the boys to sort out the BBQ area.

When they arrived back, laden with parcels and bags, Terry handed some over to Robert. "These are Chinese lanterns they need to be strung up around the dance area, also there are candles that need to be placed, we won't be using electricity for lights. I've bought you your outfit to wear you can change later when you have all done."

"Yessam mam is there's any thing else I can do for you misses," he replied in a Bajan accent. 

She patted him on the cheek "perhaps later."

The girls came down from unloading the bags and boxes and began cutting flowers from the garden, taking arm full back upstairs.

By seven, thirty they had finally figured out how open up the lanterns and hang them, they had arranged the candles and the cane braziers around the patio that was going to be a dance floor. Tom had finally figured out how to light the BBQ. 

Bill and Tim were in the kitchen preparing the food, when Robert decided he had earned a beer, when he heard Terry's voice. "Boys come up and get changed now.".

When he moved into the bedroom Terry, be still in her dress she worn that day, seeing him looking she said, "I'll change later after you have your costume on, it's on the bed".

A pair of long flowered beach shorts with a Hawaiian shirt lay on the bed.

"Oh, gee thanks, I'll look a right burke in that out fit," he moaned. But the glare he received from Terry left him with no choice, but to comply.

Seeing the others were in similar get ups improved his spirits, even Jeremy looked relieved when he arrived with Pearl, who gave the boys a wolf whistle as she dashed upstairs to change. 

As Tim and Bill were in the kitchen, Tom starting up the BBQ and Jeremy mixing drinks at the bar, Robert took his beer over to the patio and sat down.

When the girls came down they were all wearing sarongs with a bikini top, flowers in their hair and garlands of flowers round their necks. They all congregated around Jeremy at the bar all except July, who came over to him looking serious. She sat down beside him.

"Robbie," she said softly, "some thing happened to Bill over there, what was it?"

He was thrown by the question; it took a second or two for him understand.

"What do you mean July, nothing happened to him."

"Don't lie Robbie, please; some thing happed; he's been having nightmares. Some times he's soaked in sweat when he has them, he seems to be flying a plane, mumbling about falling pressure or something."

Robert knew then, what it was; she was referring to, the day Bill's aircraft had been shot up, and he had lost an engine. He'd nursed that aircraft back to Bastion for nearly an hour slowly losing speed and altitude. He could have ejected, most other pilots would have, but he'd stuck with the A10 until he landed her.

What Bill was having was a form of delayed shock of how close he had come to death.

He looked at July seeing the pleading in her eyes, her concern was for Bill, and so he told her the truth.

When he had finished, he saw a tear slowly running down her cheek, she gave a brave smile. "The big ape," she whispered, "he wouldn't tell me; he puts this big act on, covering up what he, what all of you do. As if it's a weakness to say you are scared, instead he acts the clown."

"July it will pass, he's got you and that will help a hell of a lot, just give him time, being here a tropical paradise, compared to the shit hole that we came from, well, its just made him realise what he has to live for."

"Do you get the golly wobbles Robbie?" 

"July we all do, any one who says different is a liar, it just gives you the incentive to live life to the full".

"Thanks Robbie for being honest with me, I think I understand him, all of you, a little better now. Well I had better rejoin the party," She stood and wiped the tears from her face and rejoined the girls.

Terry came over after she had gone and sat down. "Did you talk to her Bobby?" She asked quietly.

He looked at her for a moment, be fore answering.

"Yes, I think she feels better about it now, so she had spoken to you then about Bill?"

"Yes; only me, she was going frantic with worry. Bill would just clam up when she brought up the subject. Funny they are so alike in many ways; they try to hide behind a facade of being comedians."

"Well I think she feels happier about it now, come on lets enjoy the party," he said rising and taking her hand.

Tom, Bill and Tim glowed with pleasure at the praise heaped on them for their culinary achievement. 

Tom steaks had been cooked to perfection, his roasted bananas, split when black and then filled with Cointreau and a large dollop of brandy cream had wowed the girls. 

Robert studied the three pilots to see them laughing and joking; you would think they hadn't a care in the world. But he knew behind that facade lay a hardened professional, a man who laid his life on the line every time he took to the air.

They knew the risks and dangers, but accepted them as part of the job. He knew this was one aspect of their character, his character, which could never be shared with those they loved. He knew that on the ground back in civilian life they were hooligans, but his chest filling with pride for them, his hooligans.

After the table had been cleared, Tim announced that the girls in payment for their culinary masterpiece, as he put it, should now provide the evenings entertainment.

Terry changed the music to Hawaiian; the girls lined up and began dancing their version of a hula hula dance with lots of hip movements, as the music got faster, so their bodies responded their breasts bouncing around to the rhythm as their hips swayed faster and faster. 

Suddenly Bill's voice shouted above the music "get um off."

The chant, taken up with the rest of the men, when the music stopped the girls got into a huddle, and then Terry selected some thing on her music console. 

The music started again a slow sexual number the girls began to dance again their hips rotating to the music, they seemed to take their lead from Pearl, first the neck garland was discarded, then slowly they unclipped the sarong letting it fall to the floor. The rum and wine had obviously had, had an effect on their inhibitions. Then they pulled the cord of their bikini tops turning their backs on the men their hips still swaying to the music and then the cord around their necks, looking over their shoulders, at the men a sexy smile on their faces. They turned back to face them their arm holding the top in place, as the music stopped the let the top drop to the floor, then rushed to sit on the lap of their man.

Terry could feel his erection struggling in the tight beach shorts, her breasts were heaving at the exertion of the dancing, and she was turned on she knew, the expressions on the men's faces had done that. She kissed him her tongue finding his mouth dry; she could feel him rubbing her bottom.

"Let's go for a walk," she said huskily rising from his lap.

She led him down to the beach. 

She was laid on the sun bed, he along side her, and the others had gone out in the Rover.

The days were racing by, and only a few days were left before they returned to England. Terry brought up the subject that she had been avoiding for so long,

"What happens to you when we get back Bobby?" She asked in a low voice.

He turned to look at her sad, beautiful face, her hair cascading like molten waterfall around her shoulders.

'We have two months at Renton selecting and training the last four to bring the squadron up to strength and then back out again," he said slowly.

She nodded not daring to speak in case she broke down.

"Still we will have our first Christmas together," he said trying to lighten the mood, "where would you want to spend it?"

She knew that her parents would be busy with guests for Hogmanay she smiled.

"At the cottage I want to cook Christmas dinner for you," she whispered, "how much leave will you have?"

"Should get three or four days if nothing comes up," he answered.

"If you get that time off, I'll guarantee you, something will come up," giving a sexy chuckle.

"Teresa Barlow, if you're public realised just what a sex maniac you were."

"I'd sell a lot more CDs, but then I had a very good instructor; I wasn't until he took me in hand," she laughed.

"Oh really," he replied, "I seem to remember being ravished in my own bed," he chuckled, as his hand moved towards her waist.

"Do you want a repeat performance," her voice dropping as her eyes darkened.

They had seen the six off on the morning flight, all of them a little hung over from the party of the night before. The girls were crying as they said their farewells.

Back at the villa they began to pack, they would be leaving on the evening flight. She had left instructions for Hanna to use any of the food left in the fridges, and he had left his instructions for Sam to care for 'Tomick'. The couple would still be employed even in their absence.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 16



The 747 landed at Gatwick at little after 7am, after clearing customs they found a taxi that dropped them off at the mews house. 

The weather was freezing, after Barbados the flat felt cold not having been used for over a month. 

They kept their coats on until the central heating began to take effect on the chill of the house. 

Neither wishing to face the cold outside, so decided to have a Chinese take away, Terry phoned through the order. After they had eaten and cleared away they went to bed, she knew he would have to leave early. They were content to lie in each other's arms feeling the heat of their own bodies as sleep over came them.

He left at six; taking the Celica out of the garage, he threw in his valise into the boot, and started the long journey back to RAF Renton.

The honeymoon was over.

To be continued...  



The Boys in Blue Ch. 17



After reporting to Alan and having a chat, he went to his office, groaning at the sight of the stack of folders on his desk, after three hours, and he had hardly made a dent in the pile. He left for the Officers Mess finding the seven pilots sitting around a couple of tables, after putting up with the bawdy remarks concerning honeymoons, he turned to Tim.

"Tim as second in command of the squadron, I've decided that you need more responsibly, in my office you will find a few folders and files, deal with them."

The look of horror on Tim's face warmed his heart.

After chatting to them for an hour, he walked down to the flight line. A brand new A10 was sitting there with the ground crew swarming all over it; Taff came over to him after saying how much he and his wife had enjoyed the wedding and hoping the honeymoon went well; he got to the business at hand. Nodding towards the ground crew.

"We have quite a few new lads to replace those who have been posted else ware or have left the service, so we are bringing them up to speed on the A10. I'm told the remaining three will be here by the New Year, do you have pilots for them yet?"

"Not yet Taff," he replied, "The Group Captain and I have to go through a pile of service records and select from them."

"Will their training take the same form as yours Sir?"

"Pretty much yes, they'll go out to the States for the months training, the flight simulator they have is invaluable, I wish we could have one of our own. But they won't go out until well into the New Year, and then they have training back here. I don't see them going out on the next tour."

"So they'll just be the eight of you again?" Taff said.

He nodded.

Over the next weeks leading up to Christmas, he was extremely busy going through service records with Alan and all the other details that arise from a squadron. Alan and he had a short list of six pilots, deciding to put off final selection until after the holidays.

Robert had kept in touch with Terry through the laptop, but he had also used it to surf the web looking for a Christmas present for her. He had finally found a shop that specialised in the product he sought, after relaying his instructions and the address for the cottage, he relaxed knowing that was one less problem resolved.

He arrived at the cottage before Terry, finding his mail and the small package on the table by the door. After checking the contents of the package, he slipped the small box into his pocket along with a card.

He was busy setting up the Christmas tree that Archie had left when Terry arrived.

After greeting her with a kiss, he took her case upstairs to his room, leaving her warming herself by the roaring log fire.

That evening they dined at the Archers; Terry had asked him to take Buttercup as she had a package to pick up from Jack.

Surviving the greetings of those present he found himself chatting to Ruby, Archie and Mrs Mac while Terry was at the other end of the bar having an animated discussion with Jack, she was making notes on Jacks pad listening intently to him.

At the end of the night, Jack came out with a large cardboard box, sliding it over the bar to Robert for him to take back to the cottage.

Back at the cottage she unloaded the contents placing some in the fridge others into storage racks, he had been banned from entering the kitchen so contented himself by pouring out a nightcap for them both.

As she undressed in his room she smiled to herself, he's still like a little boy; she thought, afraid for us to make love in his parent's bed.

The next morning was Christmas Eve a thick frost had formed over night the fields and trees were covered with it.

He climbed out of bed quietly, so he didn't disturb her going down stairs to clean out the fireplace, and relighting it, soon the logs took hold. He made a pot of tea and some toast placing them on a tray he returned to his room.

She was still sleeping; placing the tray on the bedside table he bent and kissed her gently marvelling has always at the softness of her lips. Her eyes opened a smile appearing on her face as she saw him.

"Morning sleepy head I've brought you some tea and toast," he said.

She sat up in bed arranging the pillows behind her back, the duvet slipping down to her waist; some of her hair had fallen over her shoulder hiding her breast.

Terry he knew never wore PJ's or a nightdress under normal circumstances. He moved it aside, and then poured her tea out for her.

"Bobby you're spoiling me," she said as she placed the cup back on the tray.

"Not really," he murmured, "I had an ulterior motive," as he undid his dressing gown.

She saw his upright erection as the gown hit the floor.

"Oh, my," she whispered, "tea toast and his Nibbs for breakfast, what more could a girl ask for," as she kicked the duvet from her body.

Back down stairs after she had served him his breakfast, she gave him his orders.

"Bobby I've a lot to do today, I want to finish dressing the tree, and then I have to prepare the food ready for tomorrow, and I don't want you to distract me, so go out somewhere please."

"But I thought I could help you darling."

"I know what kind of help you are likely to give, and at the moment I don't need it," she said, "You can drop off the presents I've brought for Aggie Archie and Sir Wilbur, we can give Jack and Ruby's theirs tonight."

He stopped at the Gate Cottage and gave Mrs Mac, and Archie's present asking her to wrap the small box while he visited Sir Wilbur.

He was in his study when Davis announced him. They chatted about the wedding and Barbados, he told him about the tea and coffee service bearing; his coat of arms that they had given Jeremy and Pearl he expressed his delight about it saying it only seemed right that they should have it bearing in mind, it's history. Robert presented their present to him, which he knew was fifty Cuban cigars his favoured brand, which he had bought in Barbados.

He in turn gave him a package for himself, wrapped in Christmas paper; he moved to a drawer and removed a jewellery case.

"Robert I should like Terry to have this, it was my wife's I hope you don't mind," he opened it inside was an emerald bracelet, the stones a perfect match for Terry's eyes,

"I have no one else to give it to, certainly not that bitch of a wife, of my son."

Back at the Gate cottage Mrs Mac wrapped the case for him; he kissed her cheek wishing her a merry Christmas as he left.

Back at home he noticed a number of presents already under the tree, which sparkled with the decorations and lights which she had arranged on it, he placed his load of presents under it, to join the others.

Terry was in the kitchen singing to the carols and Christmas songs that were coming from the speakers.

"I'm back," he cried "am I allowed back in?"

"Nearly done darling, pour me out a sherry will you?"

She came out of the kitchen wiping her neck with a tissue the top three buttons of her blouse undone.

"It's hot in there with the Agar on" she said.

She took her glass and sat on his lap in the armchair, looking at the tree.

"We will have plenty to unwrap tomorrow," she said brightly, "just think Bobby, our first Christmas together," she leaned fore ward and kissed his neck.

He used the movement to unfasten another button her breasts were inside a white lace bra.

She sat up again as he undid the last few buttons sliding the blouse from her shoulders.

She looked at him for a moment, then rose and unzipped the skirt letting it fall to the floor; she was wearing a matching lace thong as she sat back on his lap waiting for his lips and hands to transport her to the heights of passion.

He had agreed to accompany her to midnight mass, he knew it meant a lot to her to be there, and so he'd agreed. The church was packed, but he found a space near the back. Decretive holly and ivy wreaths were placed around the church, and candles lit gave it a Christmas feel to the proceedings.

The vicar had met them at the door has they entered and had spoken to Terry has he searched for seats for them.

He shouldn't have been surprised when Terry followed the vicar down to join the choir he realised.

The service began; Terry's voice ringing out has they sang the Christmas carols. For him looking around the congregation, seeing the look on their face's it rekindled his faith in a strange way, the bitterness of his parent's death washing away with the carols and simple service.

Outside after the service the vicar thanked Terry along with others and made mention of Robert's attendance knowing why it had taken so long.

They exchanged presents with Jack and Ruby before walking up the hill arms around each other sharing their body heat against the bitter cold.

The next morning he awoke to an empty bed; he could hear Terry down stairs singing softly to herself, he smiled as he went into the bathroom.

She was in the kitchen, "you are only having a boiled egg for breakfast, has you have a big dinner to eat," she warned him.

After they had cleared up, Terry gathered up the presents from around the tree and placed them before the fire, separating them into two piles. His and Sir Wilbur's he had to place on her pile as they no tag on them, he watched her, as she began to unwrap hers; she's just like a kid he thought.

She gasped when she saw Sir Wilbur's,

"Bobby it must have cost a fortune," she whispered. He explained about it being his wife's, and that he'd wanted her to have it.

Eventually, she got to his, opening the box she found a heavy gold Egyptian cartouche, hieroglyphics embossed on both sides.

"Oh, its beautiful darling, what does it say?"

"Don't ask me, I have a job reading English never mind hieroglyphics," he said, "may be this will help," he pulled out the card that had arrived with the box, on it was the translation of the symbols into the English alphabet.

She dashed into the kitchen returning with a pencil and paper. Her face was screwed up concentrating on the translation; a smile began to form on her face, becoming bigger as she unravelled the symbols. With a cry, she leapt to her feet rushing over to him plonking herself on his lap as she gave him a long lingering kiss.

"Thank you darling it's wonderful," she said softly.

"So did you find out what it said?" he asked.

She gave him an old fashion look.

"This side spells Terry," she said indicating the side, "and this side spells I Love you. But of course you didn't know that did you?"

He looked amazed, "well fancy that," he said.

He threaded it on to the gold chain that came with it, fastening it around her neck.

"Okay," she said, "start opening yours now."

Mrs Mac's and Archie's was a big raw wool polo necked sweater, whilst Jack and Ruby's a book on wines and spirits and how to mix cocktails.

The present from Sir Wilbur was a silver photo frame with him as a ten year old between his mother and father proudly holding a large trout; he could vaguely remember Sir Wilbur taking it.

Terry's present was an expensive 35mm digital camera, "July helped me pick it," she said, "I hope you like it?"

"Oh, I know the model that will pose for me," he said lecherously.

She stared at him, "well if I do it's for your eyes only remember," giving him a sexy grin. "There one more for you," handing him a small box.

It was a gold St Christopher on the reverse side inscribed was 'Bobby always come back to me' she threaded it on to the chain and hung it around his neck.

"I want you to promise me you will never ever take it off," she said softly.

"Well only when I'm flying a mission," he said.

"No Bobby especially when you are flying, you never take it off promise me darling."

He could see it meant an awful lot to her to have his promise.

"Very well darling, I swear I'll never remove it."

While he cleared the mess of discarded Christmas wrappings, Terry started in the kitchen cooking. He sat down afterwards reading the camera manual after he had plugged it into charge, surprised at the amount of functions that were available, he quickly realised that he would be using automatically for his shooting letting the camera sort out the settings. Terry shouted from the kitchen for him to lay the table in the dining room, with specific instructions on how to do it.

She came into the room a little later to check, informing him that she was going to shower and change and wouldn't be long. He had just about finished when she returned; she had changed into a scarlet halter neck dress with a full skirt, complete with black stockings and red high-heeled shoes.

"Do's this look festive enough," she asked.

"I'll say," he replied "if Santa had helpers like you he'd never get out of bed to deliver the presents," he chuckled.

She moved into the room checking the table he could smell her heady perfume as he moved towards her.

"Back of buster," she growled "you are not ruining my first Christmas dinner."

"I was merely going to compliment you on your appearance," he said lying.

"Yes but your compliments usually take a physical form, which involves a lot of energy."

"You can't please some people," he said sounding hurt.

Her Christmas dinner was a resounding success; he was amazed at her cooking, everything had been delicious from the starter to the Christmas pudding complete with a sprig of holly and the blue flame of the brandy. Even Terry had said she had enjoyed it, has he heaped praises on her.

"To be perfectly honest, the credit should go to Jack he talked me through it every step of the way, all I did was to follow his instructions, and he really is a genius Bobby," she said.

"Well it's one thing to talk but quite another thing to be able to do, and you did it darling' he said, 'now I'm going to clear away while you sit down with a glass of Cognac, you've deserved it," he said.

He cleared the dining room and loaded the dishwasher realising it would take several loads to clear all the mountain of dishes, pots and pans.

When he returned to the lounge, he poured out a drink for himself and refilled her glass before sitting down.

"I feel stuffed," he said contently.

"I get to feel like that quite regularly," she murmured giving him a wicked smile.

He rose and unplugged the camera it was charged he saw.

"Well," he said, "let's take some shots of your posh frock."

Terry was used to having her photograph taken for publicity purposes adopted various poses as he snapped away.

"Okay," he said, "I want you to spin round," taking a shot as the dress lifted catching the black band at the top of her stockings.

"Well, that's enough of the dress," he said looking at her, his meaning clear.

She hesitated, and then drew down the zip of the dress stepping out of it; the bra and thong matched the colour of the dress.

"How do you want me?" she asked, her voice low.

"Think of something," he replied his voice husky.

She was always amazed that no matter how many times he had seen her like this his reactions never failed, it gave her a perverse sense of power that she could have this effect on him, but at the same time she knew it turned her on also, and she was turned on now.

She adopted a few alluring poses finally laying on the rug by the fire her arms above her head knowing her breasts would be displayed to their best advantage. He walked away, and the lights dimmed right down when he came back he didn't have the camera. He stood over her as he undressed finally standing there naked his erection poised. He knelt down his lips on hers their tongues probing each other; her hand had found him; he groaned as she squeezed it hard then his hands were freeing the bra. She was dimly aware of the heat from the fire on her thighs has his hands and lips played upon her body and then a greater fire, an all-consuming flame as he entered her.

Later she sat with her head on his knee while he sat in the armchair his hand stroking her hair, both lost in thought looking at the flames of the fire.

Eventually she raised her head to ask the question she was dreading'

"Do you know when you have to go out again?" Her voice low.

"Sometime in early March seems to be the best bet at the moment," he replied softly, "when do you start your European tour?"

"The second week in January until the end of February, so we may only get a few weeks before you go,"

"Yes but I'll have a week's leave before," he said, "Tim told me the girls were going to with you."

'Yes it's the same show that you saw when you came back from the States basically, July will be assistant stage manager for it and Sue and Carol are in the orchestra."

"Well at least you will have them for company, Paris and Rome watch out," he said trying to lift the mood.

She smiled "well, at least I'll be able to see what they wear on the continent>"

"So long as you don't come back with French knickers I won't mind," he said chuckling.

He knew she spoke French and Italian fluently, and had a good knowledge of German and Spanish.

"What happens after the tour?" He asked.

"Oh, I get a break for a while. I'm thinking of taking Mum Dad and Marge out to the villa for a couple of weeks. Speaking of which we still don't have a name for it."

"I can't think of anything suitable," he said.

"Where did your Mum and Dad come from?"

"Dad was from Stoke and Mum from York, why?"

"Oh, I was just thinking," she murmured, "hang on wasn't the original name for York, Yorvik from the Norse language."

"I believe so why," he said.

"Then that's what we'll call it Villa Yorvik," she said in triumph, "I'll get a wrought iron sign made up, when I go out with them."

"Well it's your villa to do with it has you want," he said.

"No darling it's our home, although I freely concede that Tomick is your boat," she said smiling.

"I only wish we were on her now, sailing off into the sunset," he murmured.

"Well," she stood up "we can either throw another log on the fire or have an early night," she said softly.

"It doesn't seem worthwhile to get dressed again does it," looking at her naked body.

They gathered up their clothes and went towards the stairs.

The next day while he down loaded the snaps he had taken on to a disk, Terry took the car to see Sir Wilbur to thank him personally for the bracelet. After he had finished, he returned to his room to start packing he would have to leave at two, to return to Renton. Terry was going to stay on for three more days, and Jack had agreed to run her to Salisbury station.

When Terry returned she seemed sad, when he asked her why, she explained,

"He's such a wonderful kind old gentleman Bobby, but you can see he's lonely; he misses the company of your father and mother. He hardly ever hears from his own son. I get the feeling that there's friction between them. I know you may find this silly, but I think he thinks more of you than he does his own son, he's enormously proud of you, and what you have done. I'm having dinner with him tomorrow night; he's sending Davis with the Rolls to pick me up."

"I think the problem is more to do with Denis's wife, she has a strong dislike verging on hatred for him. I'm not sure why, but it has to do with her father, and how he made his money. She knows that Sir Wilbur knows, and I think she's scared he may tell Denis and set him against her father, she's done the same with her son too. The sad thing is he would never disclose his knowledge to Denis, or to anyone else for that matter."

"You are probably right," she said, "he said she doesn't stray far from the West End set, but one good thing is that he seems to have got on well with Sir Royston, he's invited him down to take part in a shoot, whatever that is."

"Pheasant shoot," he said, "well that's good, and he has an extensive range of malts in his cellar," he said chuckling.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 17



"You'd better have some lunch before you go, I hope you like turkey there's mass's left," she said.

"I'll go and get changed, while you prepare it."

When he came back down he was in his uniform, lunch was on the kitchen table along with a package in tinfoil.

"I've put a leg and some breast in there for you in case the mess is closed when you get back."

She sat watching him eat; when he had finished he stood up,

"I have to get going darling, I'll ring to let you know I've arrived."

She walked with him to the car, were he kissed her.

"Drive carefully darling," she whispered as he started the car.

******************

It was after eight by the time he arrived at Renton the roads icy from the frost. After phoning her to let her know he had arrived safely, he went to bed.

Over the next month Robert was kept busy, they had finally chosen the four new pilots. Flying Officer's Peter Hynes, Steve Inns and Keith Osmond and Pilot Officer Eric Green, all four were in their early twenties and had hours in Harriers in their log books.

He had been impressed with their keenness when they joined the squadron; he had left it to Tim to introduce them to the other members of the squadron, and they soon began to fit in. Taff had been showing them over the A10's that had now arrived, and you could see they were itching to get them into the air. They left for Fort Call in the second week of February, to the envy of the other pilots who would gladly exchange the cold of England for the heat of the Arizona desert.

Alan had been called away to a meeting in London; on his return he summoned Robert and Tim to his office.

"The brass," he began, "have decided that they want to keep A10's in service throughout the year. The plan is to keep four at Camp Bastion on ready alert constantly, to do that; we will have to break the squadron into three flights of four, Red, Blue and Green Flights. The tours will be reduced to eighteen weeks, which allows for a week hand over period. You will decide who makes up those flights. As you both know the January, April period is the quite period out there whilst the May, August is the main active one, things quietening down from September through to December.

The plan is to take effect this coming September, so I'd like you both to sort out the flights."

They took their leave of Alan and returned to Robert's office, after two hours of discussion it was decided that Robert's Red flight, would comprise of Bill, Peter Hynes and Eric Green. Tim's Blue flight of Tom, Steve Inns and Keith Osmond,

Dave Sales would head up Green Flight with Dick, Bob and Jim, the idea being, to introduce the new pilots who had no combat experience gradually into the war zone.

Robert would take the September tour and Tim the January, as Dave had the most experienced flight he would have May period, the first year.

That only left Robert with the task of sorting out the logistics of ground crews, spares and munitions, which he knew he would have to bring Taff into the planning of the new mission directive.

He had managed to keep in touch with Terry on the laptop, at the moment she was in Berlin, the show selling out to packed audiences, from there the show moved to Zurich and ended at Paris, at the end of the month.

The squadron was scheduled to fly out midweek of the second week of March; they would have seven days together before hand.

He'd explained this to her and asked her to decide how she wanted to spend it, as yet she had not decided.

He'd mentioned this to Tim and was surprised that Sue was stalling to; also Tim said, Bill and Tom were in the same boat. There up to something Robert thought, he was determined to find out that night when he contacted her.

When her face appeared on the screen, he wasted no time in asking her what she wanted to do about his leave.

"I'm sorry to have taken so long darling," she began 'but I was torn between spending it alone with you or our making up a party with the others.

In the end, we decided that you can't spend a week just making love to each other, and we wanted to make the week fun for you all, so we decided to use the hotel again, if that's all right with you."

"In the first place I could easily spend a week doing nothing else, but make love to you, morning noon and night. In the second place, the three hooligans could probably do the same."

She grinned, "It's a nice thought, but your bodies couldn't keep up the pace, any way you would get bored doing the same thing. And it does give us girls a chance to wear clothes and dance and swim and the other," giving a sexy chuckle, "so what do you think?"

"Well thanks for your vote of confidence, in my abilities," he said, "but if that's what you want, I'll go along with it."

"Oh, thank you darling, because we've already booked the rooms."

He was shown to their room by a porter; the girls had not yet arrived, and so he unpacked and had a shower, he was emerging from the bathroom in a bath robe when she came in to the room her case on the bed were the porter had left it.

She had just removed her leather coat when she saw him, and then she was in his arms. His lips pressing against hers, their tongues probing, she could feel his hands on her bottom squeezing pulling her into him. Then his hands lifting the polo shirt over her head then releasing her breasts from the cups as his lips enclosed them. She groaned as he rekindled the fire in her body, which had lain dormant for so long, too long.

He had unfastened her jeans his hands pushing them down urgently as she pulled the tie of the bathrobe grasping him, he gasped as her hand moved, then she gave a silent scream has his fingers found her; she was already moist her body aching with desire. She wanted him inside of her now she could hold out no longer; she hooked her leg over his waist releasing the ties of her thong as she guided him.

The fury of their passion had surprised her she had climaxed twice before she had felt his release; her nipples felt sore from where he had gorged upon them. She knew she should go to the bathroom, but wanted to stay a few more moments in his arms, revelling in the warm glow of the aftermath of their love.

The days passed quickly, too quickly, the all did the same things that they had done on the previous occasion, but this time there was a subtle difference, which he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Terry with her women's intuition explained it.

"There not playing around anymore like they did before, it's become more serious for them all. It's moved on from just sex to I think love," she said.

Robert was at first dubious until July announced that she and Bill were getting engaged that night. During the course of the night Sue had a word with him,

"Robbie I have to resign my commission as your dildo, Tim,'s asked me to marry him, and I've accepted," she whispered in his ear.

"That's great news Sue," he said, "so you have finally fallen in love?"

"It's surprised me Robbie but yes."

When Tim announced it, Tom fell onto his knees taking Carol's hand in his.

"Carol would you make me the happiest man on the planet and consent to being my wife, the pay isn't bad for a Flying Officer."

A big smile broke out on Carols face.

"I'd have killed you if you hadn't asked me, what with July and Sue getting engaged."

"Well as this seems to be an evening for announcements," Robert said, "I'm afraid that you and Bill are no longer Flying Officers, you've both been promoted to Flight Lieutenants, effective when you return to Renton, I was going to tell you both when we got back, but tonight seems as good a time as any."

"Well," said Tim, "it seems we have something to celebrate," ordering a bottle of Champagne.

Later as the six were dancing Terry whispered to him, "I feel sorry for the girls they are going to have to go through, what I have to go through, each time you go over there from now on."

"Yes darling, it's hard on you I know but like me they have something to live for now, and that will bring them home," he replied.

"What are your plans now?" He asked to change the subject.

"Oh, I'm taking the family out to the villa in three weeks, and there's talk of another album that should start in May or June. The record company is keen for me to do a couple of duets with Charles May; he's a big American operatic star over there," she said.

"Never heard of him," he replied.

"That doesn't surprise me; you had never heard of me prior to our meeting," she chuckled.

The day came for they're leaving; the girls walked out to the car park with them to say their final good byes. Terry was trying hard to smile for him, but her eyes were glassy with repressed tears.

"It won't be long darling," he whispered as he held her.

"It will seem like a life time to me," she said her voice breaking.

He kissed her tenderly feeling the first tear on his cheek. "Terry I love you so much it hurts." He murmured feeling her body shaking with her sobs.

"Just come back to me, that's all I want, please," she sobbed.

Orders had changed when the four had returned to Renton, Robert, Tim, Bill and Tom would be going out, but Dave, Dick, Bob and Jim would stay until July when they would relieve Robert's flight.

The new orders dismayed the four knowing that Camp Bastion did not have the same WI FI coverage as Kandahar had so contact with their girls would be scarce.

The only good aspect of the orders was that at least Dave would be able to undertake the training of the four new pilots when the returned from America.

To be continued



The Boys in Blue Ch. 18



When the C17 landed at Kandahar, the four made their way to Operations to report in. There was a message for Robert, report to Wing Commander Gorman at 1400 hundred hours. He just had time to shower and change before the meeting.

Steve was there along with Mike Conway, after the usual pleasantries Steve began.

"I'm afraid that I'm the reason for your change of orders Robbie, you'll understand in a moment. 

It's no secret that we failed last year to locate the main base of the opium. Consequently it got out, and the Taliban's war chest is now in credit, so you can expect them to be more active this year. That's the bad news; the good news is we may have a good lead for this year's harvest."

Mike took up the briefing.

"Last year the Taliban made a serious error; they raped a farmer's thirteen year old daughter. The farmer could do nothing about it, not withAK47 stuck in your face, he had to stand and watch. 

The girl subsequently died in childbirth along with the child. Now the farmer has six other children, so he's not likely to refuse to grow poppies, not with the cash coming in from the Taliban. But once he's been paid he doesn't care what happens to the opium resin. Now his farm is the hub for the local growers, the resin is picked up from there in small batches of 2 or 3-kilo bundles. He's agreed for a cash sum to insert one of these," Mike produced a small metal disk about the size of a large button, "deep in to those bundles, it's a tracker relay, with a range of about a mile dependent on terrain, and the life of the cell is around a month, he has four of them."

Steve took over, "The idea is that when the Taliban pick up the bundles we can track them using a Predator UAV 'unmanned flying vehicle' it's almost undetectable and has a forty hour endurance, so we can keep one in constant contact with the opium, without having any ground assets that may tip them off. Once we have a central storage location, that's when your boys take it out.

Off course that's only the bones of the plan, we'll add flesh to it as we receive more information nearer the time. The main thing Robbie is that this has to be your main priority, when called for."

"When do you expect the harvest to take place?" Robert asked.

"It's been a mild winter," Mike replied, "so the experts are saying late May early June, they won't hang around with it long, but try and get it over the border to Pakistan as soon as possible."

"We are supposed to end the tour in July, let's hope it happens before." Robert replied.

Once back at Camp Bastion Robert gathered the other three pilots into his office explaining what Steve and Mike had said to him and that if orders came through that it would be their top priority to take down the storage base.

He'd arranged with Steve that one of the four would report to him each week for any update personally, rather than receive radio communication, thereby keeping security to word of mouth. This also meant that they would have to overnight in Kandahar enabling them to contact their girl.

During the rest of March and April things were reasonably quite regarding Taliban activity, most of their missions were the usual escorting Chinooks or the ground convoys re-supplying base camps.

The information he was getting from Steve indicated that the Taliban was helping the farmers with the poppy crop. He had managed to contact Terry once over that period; she had just arrived back from Barbados with her family. They had talked of this and that, and she had informed him she was pressing the recording company to start a new album so to have it completed, before he returned. He was due to return to Kandahar on the third week of May, but the week before Tim told him on his return that some of the fields were being harvested according to Steve.

On his arrival at Kandahar, he was asked to report to Wing Commanders Gorman's office as soon as possible.

He'd changed when he knocked on Steve's door, on entering he noticed a large map table had been set up inside, maps and aerial photographs covering it, Mike Conway was with Steve.

Steve got down to business right away.

"The first package of opium resin has been sent out; we've been tracking it for the past four days,"' he indicated for Robert to join him at the map table, "at the moment it's here, and it hasn't moved in the last twenty four hours."

Robert looked at the area Steve indicated; the contour lines of the map indicated a valley set in the mountain range of lower Helmand to the South East, the lines almost converging at the end of the valley.

"As you can see," Mike added, "it's a valley, but in the end the cliffs almost close it. The area was checked out a couple of years ago by ground troops apparently there's only a narrow path way in the end. Just enough room for say a donkey, but the interesting thing is that there are caves in that end."

Steve showed him some aerial shots of the end of the valley; Robert looked at Steve, Steve smiled, "I know what you're going to say, that you couldn't take it out if it's in there."

Robert nodded. 

Steve continued, "Well we still need more confirmation that it is the main storage area, although it all fits. There are three more trackers to be sent out, the farmer has been instructed to put the last tracker in the final package. When that sets off, we know we have at least three days to get set."

Mike took over, "It's less than forty miles from that end of the gorge to the boarder. But to reach it, they have to travel almost twenty miles across the open valley floor before hitting the next mountain range, which separates them from the boarder. There's a road of sorts from the gorge to the boarder. The RAF intelligence experts have studied the aerials and have detected tire tracks."

"Robbie," Steve said, "our best chance of destroying the opium is when it's on that twenty mile stretch of track. What do you think?"

He hesitated, to look at the map. "I think it's our only chance," Robert replied, "but it will require careful planning, if it means that much to the Taliban then they are bound to take precautions, they'll need to know that all our air assets are engaged somewhere else before making a run to the border." 

"Our thinking too," replied Mike, "can you devise a plan with your chaps and we'll meet again in two days' time."

Robert was looking down on the map, gauging the terrain, mentally working out timetables; finally he spoke. 

"There's one other thing," Robert said, "the LAC, who gives the word, has to understand what the A10 can and can't do. This mission is too important for any foul-ups, so I'll be taking over as LAC for the mission."

They both looked at him for several seconds, "if you're sure," Steve said, he glanced at Mike who gave a small nod of his head, "then agreed,

I've put together a map and a copy of the aerials for you to take back to Bastion I don't need to tell you security is paramount," he said closing the meeting.

He managed to get through to Terry that night; as usual she was concerned about his welfare.

"Bobby are you eating enough you look thin in the face," was her opening remark.

"Yes darling" he chuckled "service food is supposed to keep you lean and mean."

"Some chance, you haven't got a mean bone in your body."

"Oh, but I have, well not exactly a bone, but it can get mean."

"You bloody fool," she laughed "how are things over there?"

"Like general," he replied, "bloody boring, for what good we are I may as well be on the beach in Barbados."

"Good," she said, "keep it that way, I started a new album last week, I've managed to get the company to start it, and if everything goes according to plan I should have it wrapped up by the time you return from over there."

"So I'll have you all to myself."

She nodded her head, "Oh, god, I miss you so much, it gets worse rather than better when you are not here, some nights I cry myself to sleep," a tear forming in her eyes.

'Hay less of that, it won't be long now just a few more weeks, and we'll be together.

I don't think I'll be able to contact you after tonight; we'll just have to see,"

they chatted for a few more minutes before the signal died. 

As soon as he landed at Bastion he called a meeting of the others detailing an RAF Regiment soldier to stand guard at their door. Once they had filed in he asked Tim to lock the door. He'd cleared his desk once the door was locked he unrolled the map and placed the aerial photographs on to the desk.

He outlined what had been said with Steve and Mike; ending by saying we need to make a plan of attack, so let's have a think tank. How would you think if you were the Taliban?

They stood staring at the maps and photographs for several minutes, mentally absorbing the images. 

"Well," said Tom, "you are right in saying they'll try to tie up our air assets; then you can bet that they'll have both Bastion and Kandahar under observation to ensure that there all in use.

"We know they don't have radar," said Tim, "but they do have eyes and binoculars so if it was me I have some of them on here and here," indicating two of the highest peaks either side of the gorge, "looking North West with one of them in contact with a cell phone to give the all clear."

"Good point Tim," said Robert, "so assuming they do, we would need to have our A10s somewhere below their point of view waiting."

"How much opium are we talking about Robbie?" Bill asked

"Best guess is around four tons," he replied.

"So," Bill continued, "If they use their standard Toyota pickups there going to need a least six to transport it, that's allowing just over 13cwt's per truck, so what sort of speed do you think they can make over that track with that sort of weight."

"They won't want to hang around, so with that weight but due to the track condition, no more than 40mph, so following your thought Bill," Robert said, "they have 30 minutes to clear that 20 mile stretch, we would need to hit them within 15 minutes of their setting off to be on the safe side."

"Well that narrows down our loiter point," said Tom, "it has to be a maximum of 15 minutes from the target."

They all studied the map for several seconds; Robert pointed to a wide valley that cut into the mountain range from the desert, checking the distance with a ruler.

"That could be ideal, its a thousand feet below their point of view and the mountains would baffle what little noise the engines make and only six miles from the target say nine minutes, what's more, within range of the Hellfire's."

"Okay, so how do we make the attack?" Tim said.

Robert gazed at the map thinking. 

"When you get the go, one A10 climbs fast to clear the mountain and when it gets lazar lock fires the Hellfire at the track, the second A10 fly's straight for the target trucks, hopefully the Hellfires will have hit the track slowing them down, and it can strafe them with 30mm canon shells, by which time the first A10 can finish the job off, how's that sound?" Robert asked. 

They all nodded, Robert continued, "it's going to take about twenty minutes, say twenty five to get on station from Kandahar as you will have to head North initially before turning South once out of sight of the airport. Two A10s can take up station and loiter there."

"Fine," said Tim "but how long do we have to loiter; we'll have probably four possibly four and half-hours of fuel before having to refuel. Do the other two A10's relieve us?"

"The A10s won't take up station until they get the word that something is about to happen that will leave one A10 has backup, has I'll be LAC on this mission." Robert announced.

A howl of protest came from the other three.

"No argument gentlemen it's my decision, and I've made it, when the aircraft gets to thirty percent fuel, it can return to Kandahar to refuel but not before warning the third A10 to take off to take up station, obviously you'll all head North before swinging South once out of sight of Kandahar. The third A10 can fly directly to the target has the balloon will have gone up by the time it's needed. Tim you will be in charge of forming a time table of who is doing what and when, we'll be using Wild Boar call sign's."

The meeting broke up, but Tim stayed behind after the door shut.

"Robbie you don't have to do this, I can handle the LAC job, you're a married man for god's sake, and you know all hells going to break out when we destroy the target."

"Thanks Tim," he replied, "but it's no more dangerous than what you'll be doing, and you'll be a married man shortly."

"Tell that to the Marines Robbie, but I'm the sap who has to face Terry if anything goes wrong."

"It won't go wrong, trust me, I have the best pilots in the RAF backing me up," he said ending the conversation.

The next day he returned to Kandahar. Once in Steve's office he related what the others had discussed the day before. 

After he had finished Mike said

"I take you point about them using lookouts. To bring you up to date, the second package arrived two days ago, and the third is on its way, we expect the last one to leave in the next forty-eight hours. Robbie we need to get our teams in tonight to take up position overlooking the mouth of the gorge. You will go in tomorrow night; I'm afraid it means a four mile hike up the mountain with a pack on your back, but someone will be there to guide and help you. Is there anything else you can think of that needs to be done?'

Robert thought for a moment, "If you have men on the ground is it possible for them to place a lazar reflector about here' indicating a point about eight miles from the end of the track, it would help enormously for the Hellfire's to lock on to. All so, I'll need radio contact with the flight back at Kandahar in order to tell them when to deploy."

"Radio has already been sorted, Flight Lieutenant Burton will be receiving one tomorrow, it's a special encrypted set that matches the one you will be carrying, needless to say, the Taliban can't listen in with it. They will receive orders to come down to Kandahar, supposedly to service the aircraft. Regarding the reflector, I'll have the men going in tonight take one in and set it up. Robbie," Steve said, "we have a company of Para's who have taken up position at the head of the valley, unfortunately we, couldn't get them any closer than five miles away in case they were spotted. There's also a company ready to insert through Chinooks once the balloon goes up, they'll come in at the gorge end. But it's going to take up to forty five minutes for them all to get there, up till then you and the six man team will be on your own, I don't need to tell you what that means." He paused to let that information sink in. "Well if there nothing more I suggest you have an early night you may not get any sleep later, don't worry about your pack that will be done for you.'

Robert returned to his room; he toyed with the idea of contacting Terry on the laptop, but decided against it, she could read him like a book, and she would guess something was wrong. Instead, he typed out a long letter, and down loaded it on to his memory stick, taking it to the communications annex he had it printed out, after signing it he sealed it and just wrote Terry on the front. He would give it to Tim; to pass it on to her if the worse happened.

The next morning he watched as the A10s circled breaking off to land one after the other, the ground crews rushing to refuel them. He waited in his room until he heard their footsteps trooping in to the compound. 

Tim was the first to enter his room, "I'm ordered to report to Steve, he said something about a radio". 

Robert explained about it and told him about the laser reflector.

"Tim I'm going in tonight, it sounds like it's going to kick off within twenty four hours," he handed him the envelope, "if I don't make it will you see Terry has this, and my personal effects," he handed over the Rolex, wallet and gold signet ring, "don't let anyone have the photo case but Terry."

"Robbie won't you please reconsider and let me go," Tim pleaded.

He shook his head, "when you have a squadron, you'll have to make tough decisions too, just make sure you're there when I call you."

Chapter 39

He was called to prepare himself; an SAS Corporal helped him change into desert camouflage handing him a 9mm Glock automatic pistol that he strapped to his leg. He then showed him the basics of the M16 rifle, and the setup of the radio, before putting his body armour on; he left the Kevlar helmet off for the time being. He winced when he felt the weight of the Bergen rucksack. 

"You have a radio in there Sir with spare batteries, also ten magazines for the M16 and four for the Glock. There are four bottles of water and a forty-eight hour pack of self-heating rations plus a medical kit. You also have 10x50 binoculars in there. We've kept the kit down to just the bare essentials to reduce the weight for you."

"Thank you Corporal," he said wondering what a normal load consisted of.

At nine pm he was led out to a black Lynx helicopter, which once he was on board it took off, dropping him off an hour later and quickly departing.

He was stood struggling to get the Bergen onto his back when a figure materialised out of nowhere, "Squadron Leader Barlow," the figure asked quietly. "Robbie's fine Corporal," noticing the chevrons on his tag attached to his body amour' he knew with these men rank didn't cut it, only ability. The camouflaged face smiled, "Its Bert Robbie, follow me carefully."

After the first two miles his back ached, then his legs, by the time Bert stopped every bone in his body was protesting, and he was covered in sweat.

Bert had stopped at what appeared to be a ledge, he could see down to the valley below through the moonlight breaking through the clouds.

"Come here and get down," he heard a voice whisper it seemed to come from the rock face behind him. Bert guided him to one side and then he saw that the rock face was, in fact, cut back at the base revealing a shallow depression two men were laid in it. A camouflaged net cunningly placed to give the effect of solid rock face.

He shrugged of the Bergen and entered; the men moved over to give him room.

"Robbie this is Walt and Jim." Bert said; he nodded to them noticing that Jim was a Sergeant.

"Well, Robbie," Jim said, "you had better check your radio."

He undid the Bergen, finding the plastic case that contained the radio, on the case was a card with the various frequencies he would use A10, Kandahar Opps and Para. It was set for Kandahar Opps he extended the small umbrella type aerial and fitted the head phones to his ears, switching on the set he waited a moment as a soft glow steadied. He depressed the transmit button twice paused then twice again; he heard three bleeps in his headphones before closing down the radio, Kandahar would know he'd arrived.

"You had better get some sleep while you can," Jim said.

Robert didn't need any urging he was worn out; he placed his head between his folded arms and was asleep almost instantly.

He felt his arm being shaken, blinking several times before getting his eyes into focus. Jim was staring at him a finger across his lips; Robert nodded understanding, Jim removed the finger replacing it with two fingers pointing to his eyes, and then he pointed to two points across the valley the finger pointing upwards. Robert moved his head slowly, and then he saw them; two figures on each of the two highest points of the gorge exactly has Tim had predicted. 

He reached for his binoculars focusing on the nearest pair who was 650 meters away. Both men, had AK47 slung on their shoulders, one had the black Taliban head turban, but the second one had no head coverage; Al Qaeda Robert guessed. The one with the turban was sweeping the skies to the Northwest with powerful binoculars the rising sun out lining them clearly. He focused on the farthest pair some 900 meters away; again, one was checking the North and West approaches.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 18



He felt Jim nudge him, and then whisper, "there coming," indicating the end of the track were it appeared from the hills to the east and Pakistan. It took several minutes before Robert's binoculars could focus on the specks that were travelling slowly across the desert floor trying to avoid making too much dust.

Seven Toyota 15 cwt trucks came into view, as they drew closer he could see three Taliban riding in the back of each truck, all the trucks appeared to be quite new he realised. When the trucks reached the mouth of the gorge, they swung round and reversed into the deep shadows of the gorge disappearing from view.

"More coming," he heard Jim whisper. Slowly four more Trucks appeared unlike the first set these just contained a driver and appeared to be much older. When they had disappeared from view into the gorge, the men on the peaks started to make their way down to the gorge.

"We had better get ready," Jim said, "it's going to kick off today." 

Robert set up the Radio resetting it for A10.

"Wild Boar- 1 to Wild Boar -2 are you receiving over."

"Wild Boar -2 to Wild Boar- 1 receiving you 5 by 5 over."

"Wild Boar-1 to Wild Boar -2 be advised a lazar reflector is placed 7 miles from end of the track. Deploy to station, I say again, deploy to station over."

"Wild Boar- 2 to Wild Boar -1 deploying, good luck, Wild Boar -2 out."

Robert reset the frequency to Opps. "Wild Boar- 1 to Sierra Bravo- 5 are you receiving over". Steve's voice came in over the radio; Robert quickly explained about the eleven trucks that had arrived, and that the A10s would be on station in twenty-five minutes.

He knew that Tim would hug the desert floor on his approach with the other A10.

He switched off the radio but left it set up, he noticed that Walt was removing a L115A3 sniper rifle from its canvas case and was checking it.

"Where's the other team?" Robert asked Jim. Jim indicated a point 300 meters away and slightly lower than them. "When your aircraft begin the attack they'll move back here as quickly as they can, then we have to hold this position until the cavalry arrive." he said with a humorous chuckle.

Robert noticed that the others were removing magazines from their packs along with grenades and placing them close at hand; he followed suit.

He glanced at his cheap Casio watch that he wore on missions, Tim should be deployed in five minutes he realised, and he changed the radio frequency over to the A10's radio, and left it in standby.

Seven minutes later Tim announced that he and Wild Boar- 7 were on station; Bill was with him Robert realised.

Bert was talking into the mike of the team's radio; he turned to Jim, "four of the bases up North are under attack their screaming for air support."

Robert could imagine that Tornadoes would be scrambling from Kandahar, whilst the Apache's from Bastion would be doing the same. The Taliban observers would have noticed the A10s taking off and assumed that they were returning to Camp Bastion. It's just a matter of waiting now he thought. Jim had mentioned that the reflector had been set up pointing to a cluster of rocks about two thirds of the way along the track. 

"Something is moving down there," Bert murmured his eyes glued to his binoculars.

Shadowy figures were coming out of the gorge, "their climbing," he announced. After forty minutes, the figures reappeared on the crests again scanning the sky to the West and North.

Robert toggled the radio, "Wild Boar -1 to Wild Boar -2 and -7 stand by," he received the affirmative from Tim. He heard the click, click as Walt loaded a cartridge into the rifles breach. 

"Their moving," Jim whispered the last four trucks were moving from the shadows of the gorge picking up speed. "Hold fire" he heard Jim say into his throat mike. "Crafty bastards those trucks are a decoy there empty," he said. They watched as the trucks tore across the desert floor, disappearing from view.

Robert glanced at his watch; they had been on station over three hours fuel would be getting short. The men on the crests were still scanning the skies, he saw one speak into the cell phone; he switched the binoculars to the gorge; the trucks were coming out. He heard Jim say into his throat mike, "remember the one with the cell phone first." 

The trucks were clear of the shadows and picking up speed, heavily laden.

"Take them out," Jim ordered, Robert heard the phut-followed seconds later by another phut from Walt's rifle. He keyed the transmit button "Wild Boar- 2 and -7 Go, Go, Go."

The trucks were already five miles away swathed in a dust cloud. "Jim I've given the Para's the go," Bert said from the other radio. Robert glanced at his watch again the Hellfires should be on their way.

His radio crackled '"Wild Boar- 1, Wild Boar- 8 inbound." 

Tom must have been on the end of the runway waiting for the go he realised.

The trucks were almost at the rocks when the first Hellfire exploded followed by a second explosion seconds later. The trucks braked some fishtailing others ramming the truck in front, total confusion had over taken the convoy, and then he heard the sound of Rolls Royce engines as Wild Boar 2 began its attack run, 30mm High Explosive Duel Purpose canon shells lanced into the trucks on a sustained burst, shredding the trucks, Tim pulled out of the dive and banked around as Bill's A10 came into the attack releasing rockets into the flaming inferno that had been seven trucks moments earlier. "Jesus Christ," Jim muttered aghast at the carnage that the A10s had inflicted, "Thank god you're on our side."

They all heard the sound of rifle fire together; the other team was making their way over to them, but the Taliban in the gorge had spotted them as they poured out of it. There must be over a hundred Robert realised as they fired wildly at the three-man team. Then Tim and Bill were attacking spewing cannon fire into their ranks pulling up steeply to avoid the cliff face, banking to make another run.

He looked at his watch again it was over four hours since they deployed they must be flying on fumes ha realised. He keyed the transmit button "Wild Boar- 2 and- 7 return to base." "Negative Wild Boar- 1." Tim replied. 

Robert forgot radio procedure, 

"Tim return to base you must be bingo fuel."

"We'll go when Tom gets here."

'I'm giving you a direct order return to base now."

"Sorry, Robbie my radio must be on the blink I missed that." 

He was saved from further comment by a new voice, Tom's. 

"Okay, you two piss off; it's my turn to have some fun."

The third A10 came into view; Tom must have pushed the thrust leaver through the gate to have got here Robert realised.

Robert ordered Tom to try and keep the gorge bottled up; about thirty Taliban had survived Tim and Bill's attacks and were now spread out approaching their position in small groups. The three-man team had reached them and had taken up position on the edge of the ledge; Jim pulled down the net, and the four crawled to the edge to join them. The two snipers began to fire picking their targets carefully.

"That's me out," Walt said replacing the sniper rifle with a M16. Robert cocked his rifle the enemy were less than 300 meters away dashing from cover to cover, he realised that his mouth was dry; all they had to do was hold them until the Para's arrived, the question was could they.

Tom had fired his Hellfire's into the mouth of the gorge, but every time he broke of the attack some of the Taliban slipped from the gorge to join the others attacking the soldiers. He managed to make one pass hosing down the rocks were they were concealed with 30mm cannon fire, screams erupting from them, only just managing to avoid the cliff face as he pulled up. 

The Taliban began to move with less caution knowing their best chance to avoid the A10's fire was to close with the soldiers making it too dangerous for it to fire. They were only 100 meters away when the soldiers opened up picking their targets. 

While Robert knew, he was hopeless with a pistol he was a fair shot with a rifle having spent countless days shooting pheasants on the estate. 

He concentrated on a rock where he knew two of the enemy were concealed, they sprinted from cover; he downed them both with three shots. Then looked for another target, the Taliban were attacking with suicidal disregard for their losses such was their fury at losing the opium. Bullets were screaming through the air all around them; he flicked the select to automatic on the M16 some of the soldiers were fixing bayonets to their rifle; he didn't have one, so he drew out the Glock and cocked it, leaving it by his side. He knew that if the worse happened he would use it on himself, the Taliban had a reputation for torture. His mouth was dry; he felt an icy chill down his spine, but his brain still functioned he knew he wouldn't die easily. 

They were less than a 15 meters now, any moment their going to charge. The soldiers began hurling their grenades into the rocks where the enemy sort cover, with mixed results. 

Then he heard the sound of mortar fire coming from the valley; the Para's were at the start of the valley he realised. He was down to his last two magazines he'd hit eight that he was sure of, but there was still too many, far too many, although the soldiers were fighting like furies. Bert had been hit in the arm but ignored the blood seeping down his sleeve firing the M16 with one hand. Robert had a rock splinter hit him in the face, and a bullet had glanced of his helmet making his head ring. Blood was rolling down his face. "Choppers," Jim cried, Robert couldn't hear them his head still ringing, but he saw them as they landed, Para's rushing out of them to attack the enemy on their flank whilst others rushed towards the gorge.

The enemy facing them hesitated, then began to fall back, picking up speed as they rushed down the slope.

He laid down the rifle, drawing in air to his parched throat, looking at the heat waves rising from the M16's barrel; he clambered to his feet and retrieved a bottle of water from his pack drinking most of it in one gulp. His hands shook has he held the bottle, splashing some water to the cut on his face. Has the adrenalin slowly seeped from his body; he realised it had been close too close he knew. 

Jim was fixing a dressing to Bert's shoulder; he shouted to them, "pick up your gear and lets go," as they made their way down the slope towards the Chinooks he said has they walked, "You know Robbie for a fly boy; you're not half bad." Robert smiled to himself; a comment like that from a seasoned SAS Sergeant was better than any medal.

Back at Kandahar they were debriefed by Steve and Mike their faces radiating the pleasure of the success of the mission, "we've already got your chaps gun camera disk's and with cam-cording that Bert took we should have pretty clear picture of events," Steve said, Robert had been unaware that Bert had been recording. "Most of the enemy have been accounted for," Steve continued, "and there are two or three high profile faces listed in the dead reports, but of more importance we have a laptop found inside one of the caves which hopefully will give us some much needed information of their distribution network. I've no need to tell you Robbie how this is going to upset their war effort, please inform your guys how pleased we are with them," Steve shook his hand followed by Mike. 

After he had showered and changed he went down to dispersal, spotting Taff he asked, "How much fuel did Tim and Bill's aircraft hold when they returned," he demanded.

"Oh, about five percent," Taff replied his face bland. He's lying Robert knew; it's a conspiracy there all in it together. He stalked away; Taff watched him go, knowing that Tim and Bill had less than three minutes flying time left when they had landed.

He found them in the mess drinking coke, "In my room now," he said turning on his heel.

They shuffled in their faces serious, when they had shut the door he rounded on them,

"Just what the bloody hell were you playing at out there, you broke radio procedure; you disobeyed a direct order, you took unnecessary risks with your aircraft, what do, you have to say for your selves."

They all looked at one another in surprise at his tone.

"Well in point of fact," Tim began, "you were the one who broke procedure first, and in the second case, we had plenty of fuel left ask Taff he'll tell you."

Robert glared at them; they returned the stare with faces of childish innocence. He couldn't help himself; he began to chuckle that turned into laughter.

"It's true; you are hooligans, and bloody stark staring mad hooligans at that, come on I'll buy you a coke."

The news of the mission broke in the newspapers three days later most of the details were omitted, primarily that Para's had undertaken a mission against the Taliban and had been assisted by RAF A10's. Robert had told Tim to tell the others that if the girls asked, to tell the truth and say he hadn't been flying. They were staying at Kandahar has Dave Dick Bob and Jim had arrived Robert returned to Bastion with Dave, Dick and Bob to begin the hand over. He didn't return to Kandahar until two days before their return to the UK. 

Taff had seemed a little glum, when he handed the A10 over to him. He put it down to the reason; he wouldn't be leaving for four more days. He'd changed and was packing some of his gear when there was a knock on the door and Tim walked in.

"All set Tim," he said happily, "ready to razzle and dazzle," he said, he noticed that Tim's face was pale and was looking very serious. 

"What's the matter," he asked alarmed.

"Robbie," Tim began in a hesitant voice, "I hate to do this, but it should be me that shows you before you find out someway else." With that, he laid two newspapers on his desk then left.

Robert was puzzled and opened the papers, and then his world fell apart.

To be continued.



The Boys in Blue Ch. 19



It was a tabloid that thought the main news should be the size of the girls boobs on the inside pages, but this front page showed Terry in what looked to be a night club kissing a man the man grasping her breast, the headline being, 'VC Hero's wife finding solace with American singer whilst he serves in Afghanistan. 

He turned to the next page Mrs Teresa Barlow wife of Squadron Leader Robert Barlow VC was seen about town in the company of Mr Charles May American Operatic star, and eligible bachelor. It went on to name some high profile names of women he had, had affairs with. It showed a photograph of him; there's no doubt a woman would find him handsome he realised perfectly groomed hair,bronze tan with dazzling white teeth. Robert felt physically sick. 

The next paper was the same tabloid, but the next day, this time the photograph was of Terry standing in the doorway of the mews house, in a short robe.

'Hero's wife declines to comment,' read the headline. Inside the paper, it went on to say that Mrs Barlow would neither admit nor deny if Charles May were inside.

The paper went on to explain that Mr May and Mrs Barlow formally Teresa Kerr had been involved in making a new album, which included two duets with each other. When asked by this paper of his relationship with Mrs Barlow, all Mr May would say, is that they had formed a very close rapport with each other in the short time they had been together.

Robert thought his head would explode with the visions of Terry and May together. His stomach was churning; he had to rush to the door to throw up. He couldn't get a picture of Terry from his mind the way she had said she loved him that there could never be another, and he had believed her completely. But she had given herself to another man, no wonder he hadn't heard from her. She had been too busy laid on her back with her legs opened. He could feel the bitterness building inside of him threatening to consume him. He knew he had to pull himself together; he still had the squadron to run, just hold on for a few more days he promised himself, hold on, until you are alone.

That night he checked the airlines finding a flight out to Barbados five hours after they landed at Brize, he booked a car to run him to Gatwick from Brize. He knew he couldn't return to Aventon; the village would be awash with the story.

That night he hardly slept he couldn't get her out of his head; tears rolled down his cheeks.

Tim had undertaken the final jobs without him asking; when he boarded the C17 the three pilots ringed him doing their best to protect him from the stares of the other men. On the flight over he just looked out from the cabin window, he knew she hadn't broken his heart, she'd shattered it.

When the C17 landed Bill and Tom were amongst the first to disembark, he and Tim amongst the last. They were walking across the tarmac when Bill came hurrying back and spoke to Tim. "Robbie there are reporters waiting outside the entrance, if you don't want to see them we can get you out the side door. Toms found the car you ordered and is holding it by the door, if that's what you want."

He nodded, "thanks."

On the way to Gatwick he found the letter, he had written prior to the mission in case he didn't come back, with a bitter smile he tore it into little pieces letting the wind from the window scatter it from his hand.

The taxi dropped him off at the villa. He carried his valise and bag upstairs dropping it by the bed, he undressed hanging his clothes up trying desperately to hold on to normality he laid on the bed in his shorts, but sleep wouldn't come. In the end he went down stairs returning with a bottle of whisky, he picked up the airline plastic bag with the two hundred Dunhill cigarettes he had bought with a plastic lighter.

Hanna found him the next morning sitting in the chair by the bedrooms French windows.

"You and Sam take the day off, but bring me another bottle of whiskey first," he slurred. Hanna took the empty bottle down, returning with a new one.

He closed his eyes seeing her, he knew every inch of her body; he thought he had known her, the way she thought and acted, her funny little ways that he had loved so much. Her concern for him when he was over there, had it all been a sham. He knew that he had been with others, but that had not been because he loved them, only that he missed her so desperately that he had succumbed to a poor alternative to her. Had she done the same he thought, but no, she knew he would be returning in just a few days? He groaned; no woman should have this sort of hold on a man he thought his body trembling with frustration. Damn her, he thought, damn her to hell, as he tore off the St Christopher and opened the bottle.

Chapter 41

She raced upstairs, having found the down stairs rooms empty, coming to an abrupt stop at the opened bedroom door.

He was sitting by the French windows partially opened, in just a pair of shorts, an ashtray over flowing with cigarette butts by the table beside him. She saw that the whisky bottle was nearly empty its cap on the floor surrounded by cigarette ash, a gold medallion with the chain broken lay amongst the ash. 

"Bob I've only just learned you were back on the Island, Jessie saw Hanna in the market," she didn't add that Hanna had said he was drinking heavily to Jessie.

"Yeah, I gave them the day off."

"Is Terry with you?" Already knowing the answer

"Nope." He slurred, as he turned in the seat to face her. She was wearing her working clothes for the studio he realised, old jeans cut off high in the thigh ragged at the bottom and white halter.

"Have you spoken to Terry since you got back, or heard from her?"

"Nope and Nope. I think she is too occupied with Mr Charles bloody May," he slurred bitterly.

"Oh Bob you don't know that>"

"It seems the whole bloody world knows it," has he stubbed out the cigarette.

"Bob you must talk to her and sort it out."

"Why Pearl, why must I talk to her, she should have talked to me, all I've had is silence from her since the papers broke the story," said in a bitter voice again.

She moved into the room.

"Bob you're angry, hurt and confused, you'll stay that way until you talk to her."

"What the hell for Pearl, it's in the papers what's she's been up too, I bet she's been shagging that bastard ever since he came over from the States.''

Pearl looked at his face, haggard, through lack of sleep; he looked like he hadn't shaved for days. He was trying to drink himself into oblivion, but his inner torment hadn't given him that release, she realised. 

"So forget it Pearl," he staggered to his feet, moving to the bedside table, "let's have a drink," reaching for a glass on the table

"No," she said, "you don't need another one either."

"Oh, Bob you poor dear," she uttered putting her arms round his neck, "you both can work this out," and she kissed him lightly on the lips.

But then she felt his hand at the back of her head holding her while his lips ground into hers.

She could feel his tongue trying to force her lips open. She tried to pull away, but he was holding her too tightly.

She felt him pulling at the bow of her halter behind her neck; she managed to pull her face free.

"Bob no," she said breathlessly drawing in air, she felt his hand on her back then the halter fluttered to the ground, her breasts free of it.

His head dropped, his mouth enclosing her breast sucking greedily at her nipple,

His lips nipped the nipple painfully whilst his tongue flicked the end of it.

"Bob please no, don't," she tried to lift his head.

Then she felt his hand again, at her waist, she heard the press-stud open and then the zip being drawn down; her shorts fell to the floor, and she was naked.

"Bob stop, please stop," she begged.

She could feel his hand stealing down from her waist, and then his finger forcing a painful entrance in to her. 

She could feel him moving the finger pushing urgently into her and then he found her nub, he had two fingers in her pressing it, tormenting it.

"Oh God Bob, stop, stop," she sobbed

She heard his shorts fall to the floor; she could feel the stiffness and heat from his erection pressing hard on her belly as his hand moved back to her vulva.

He was kissing her neck, the bristles scratching her painfully, her head moved automatically to one side to allow him.

Her arms were still around his neck as if they had a will of their own; she didn't realise she'd put them there again.

He kissed her again hard; bristles scratching her face she could smell the whisky and nicotine on his breath, and then taste it as she opened her mouth to him.

He was hurting her, abusing her body, and yet she had responded to that abuse.

He broke away and pushed her onto the bed, forcing legs open lifting her knees, and she lay watching him knowing he was going to ravish her.

She knew that she had ceased to exist in his mind as a friend he had known for so many years, now she was just a body, a body that was going to receive his pain and frustration.

He thrust, brutally into her; she winced at the pain, and he thrust again hard, then again, each time going deeper.

His eyes were closed tight, and his face was contorted as if in pain she noticed.

When his climax came, his body shook as convulsion after convulsion shook him.

She could feel the heat of it inside her.

He hung above her for a moment and then collapsed at the side of her.

Pearl lay quietly until she heard the sobs, deep heart rendering sobs; she turned over on her side to look at him.

He was laid with his arm over his eyes; she moved his arm away, and he opened his eyes, filled with tears.

"Pearl, oh, god Pearl I'm sorry, so terribly sorry," he sobbed, the enormity of what he had just done starting to sober him, "I don't know what came..."

She placed he finger over his lips.

"Bob that was just sex, raw animal sex, considering that you've been through over there, and what has happened. Well it was bound to happen, if not with me then someone else. You're a man Bob a man needs sex."

"Yes but not like that," he sobbed.

"Well perhaps not so vigorous," she smiled, "but I forgive you," kissing him on the nose.

"Oh," he murmured, "Jeremy, oh God I'll never be..."

She placed her finger back over his mouth.

"Jeremy is in New York; he's been there for over a week now and won't return until the weekend. But I know that, in that time, he will have been with two or three hookers. I know that he misses me badly, so he has sex with a hooker that doesn't mean he doesn't love me I know he does, but he misses me, and he's a man."

She stared down at him for a few minutes he's in torment he thinks his wife has been unfaithful, thinking, considering.

"Bob," she finally said, "I'll stay with you today on two conditions."

"Oh, what?" He said confused.

"Condition one, you go and get cleaned up, and clean your teeth your breath stinks, while I go and make some coffee." She rolled of the bed and made for the door.

By the time he opened the bathroom door, Pearl was back lying on the bed still naked, two coffee mugs were on the bedside table.

"How'd you feel?" She asked.

"A bit better," he replied.

"Well you look a lot better than you did," she smiled, "come and drink your coffee."

After they had drunk the coffee Pearl patted the bed at the side of her, he climbed over her and lay back.

"Right," she began, "condition two, you swear that you'll contact Terry tonight, preferably on Skype so you both can see each other, and find out Terry's side of the story, but you have to swear Bob."

He started to protest, but she stopped him, "Bob you have to sort this out one way,, or another."

"Oh," was all he could say.

"But before then we have to get rid of some of your anger and frustration; otherwise you'll blow up with her before she has a chance to talk."

"Oh and how do we do that," he asked.

"Leave that to me," she murmured kissing him her tongue probing deep into his mouth. She lifted her head then bent again to kiss his throat then the nipples on his chest, she changed her position to kiss his belly and then lower. 

She took him into her mouth; he gasped then groaned as she rhythmically began to move her head.

His penis reacted automatically to her lips, and began to swell and thicken.

When he could stand it no longer he gently pulled her back, to lie alongside him.

He leaned over her and gently kissed her breast suckling it. His tongue licking the nipple playing with it, gone was the roughness he had displayed before. She felt his hand on her belly stroking it gently before going lower his finger at her lips moving gently up and down the slit, maddening slowly, she was finding it hard to breath the lips parted of their own accord, and she knew she was moist as the finger entered she gave a long low moan. The finger moved deeper and then he found her gee spot.

Her hips thrust upwards into the finger, her hands clenching his head to her breast as she screamed.

He straddled her; she was looking up at him conscious of his hard glistening erection,

She parted her thighs and lifted her knees, her arms reaching out for him.

He moved his legs between her thighs holding his erection against the open lips of her vulva and slowly pushed, her hips rose to meet him her legs over his waist pulling him in deeper. He thrust again; she moaned, "faster Bob, harder," he obeyed her.

Their climax came together her body trembling with release, him with convulsions as he came inside her. 

They lay side by side smoking a cigarette the ashtray balanced on Pearl's belly quietly taking.

Robert was still concerned about what had happened with Pearl.

Finally, Pearl said, "what would you be doing now if the upset between you and Terry hadn't accrued?" 

"Pretty much what we've been doing, perhaps even a bit more," he said quietly.

Pearl raised her eyebrows; "Well Terry's not here, so let's just say that I'm standing in as a surrogate wife for her today.". 

"But what about you Pearl, how do you feel about it?"

"Let's just say that I miss Jeremy too, I just didn't realise how much until now," giving him a wicked smile.

"Any way as a wife I should get some food into you, come on I'll go and make a sandwich." With that, she stubbed out the cigarette and rolled off the bed.

He lay thinking after she had gone, what he had done to Pearl was wrong, terribly wrong. He'd used her body, raped her, to unleash the pent up emotions and frustrations he had endured for five long months.

The nights, when the lust devils had invaded his body, most of the time, he could hold them at bay, but sometimes they were too strong for him.

And then he could see Terry in his mind, the length of her neck, the curve of her breast, her flat stomach, the flare of her hips, her long legs rising to the apex of her thighs.

Towards the end of the tour, he just saw a body, a body with no face. When he knew lust had taken over from love.

And then he had seen the papers, another man was looking at his wife's body, touching and exploring it, entering it.

The anger and rage he had felt at her betrayal had nearly driven him insane. But somehow, he had found the inner strength to hold on, and carry out his duties, right up to boarding the Barbados flight, when he asked for that first drink.

Pearl's body had helped to dampen some of the flames that raged inside him, flames that only a woman's body could extinguishes. 

In the kitchen, he sat at the table watching her as she made a sandwich, her dark honey skin contrasting with the white kitchen units.

He found himself looking at her full breasts, her dark areolas with the perky nipples standing proud, she bent her back to him to open a low drawer, and he gave an involuntary gasp at the sight of her smooth round buttocks and what lay beyond.

He could feel himself becoming aroused again.

She turned, "hungry," she asked.

"Yes ... but I'm not sure it's for food," he whispered.

"Oh," she frowned, "oh," suddenly realising what he meant.

He stood up from the table she could see he was fully aroused, she placed the plates back on the sink unit as he reached for her, picking her up he carried her back to the table, putting her on it, lifting her legs to entwined about his waist as he entered her hard she had her arms about his neck, trying keep her balance on the Formica table, as he rammed himself into her; she found herself clutching his buttocks pulling him even harder into her, she could feel his hard erection going deep into her, the feeling it gave her driving her crazy. She felt herself tensing and tried to fight it but then gave out a loud groan her body shuddered as she climaxed. He waited until her body had subsidised, squeezing her breasts then he began again, driving into her with long thrusts; he had her tongue in his mouth sucking it has his hips continued to pound her. She didn't care; he was doing something to her body that she had never experienced before, when she climaxed a second time it was with a force she had never felt before. 

She could feel his body stiffening and then with a tortured grown he came, the convulsions seemed to go on for ever, she felt his sperm like liquid fire inside of her.

He held her still inside of her has his lips met hers in a long kiss. 

After, her legs dangling weakly from the table as she nuzzled his neck she whispered,

"Bob if you are always this horny after a tour, next time take Jeremy," giving a throaty chuckle. 

They eat their sandwiches and had a beer after she had cleared up; she glanced at the kitchen clock.

"I'm going to go; I have to pick Tommy up. I'm going to have a shower. You stay here understand. I've had as much fun as I can stand for one day."

She came back down fifteen minute later dressed. 

"Now remember your promise, I'll drop in tomorrow afternoon to find out how it went," she patted his cheek and left.

On the drive to the school, Pearl mulled over what had happened in her head. He'd raped her, but it wasn't rape, because if she was honest it had somehow excited her. Strange but she had never thought of Bob at a sexual level, she was attracted to him, but then most women would be with his looks and easy going manner.

But back in the kitchen she had experienced something that had never happened with Jeremy, why, she asked herself, was it because they were too used to each other's bodies. She knew Bob was big, but Jeremy was if anything bigger so it couldn't be that. No, it was the way Bob made love she realised, he somehow had a sixth sense of what she had needed, the way he had touched her, caressed her and kissed her that had sent her senses screaming.

Guiltily she suddenly realised she was moist just thinking about it. She shook her head 'easy girl you're getting into dangerous grounds' she thought.

Chapter 42 

At five, he tapped Terry's e-mail address on Skype, on the PC in the study, after a few minutes Terry appeared she was in pyjamas, at the sight of his face her lip trembled, and a tear started to run down her face.

"Bobby... I didn't think you would ever want to talk to me again."

"Well it took me a while to think things through, but bottom line, I want to hear from you if we are over."

"Over," her face crumbled, "I never want it to be over between you and me; I love you I always will."

"But what about May, the papers seemed pretty sure of their facts."

"That bastard," she hissed, "and the tabloids are just as bad."

"So what did happen?" He asked.

Terry began to explain. Her record company had wanted her to do a couple of duets with May on her new album, they already had him under contract, so on paper it seemed a good idea.

They had made the duets, which completed the album. The record companies publicity man who was in charge of launching the new album suggested that they should celebrate. 




The Boys in Blue Ch. 19



Terry said that she had worked hard to push the album along wanting it completion before he returned, so they could be together with no interruptions.

So she agreed; the party consisted of John her manager and his wife, May and Terry and the publicity guy with his dolly bird.

He had booked a table at a well know nightclub for them. What she didn't know was that the little shit, as she called him, had tipped off a photographer to be present, and had also spoken to May.

The evening had started well, but as it drew on May was drinking more, and grew quite tipsy, when suddenly, he put an arm around her, kissing her hard his other hand clutching at her breast. That's when the photograph was taken, although she was unaware of it at the time.

'I was so startled' she said 'It took a second for me react; I slapped the bastard hard across his smug face and dashed out of the club.'

The next morning she was woken by hammering on her door, when she opened it, there were about twenty reporters and photographer their lights flashing in my face shouting question at her, 'had she seen the morning paper?' 'Was she and May an item?' 'Did her husband know?'

'Bobby it was horrible' her voice breaking.

I slammed the door in their faces and ran upstairs. I phoned John; he had only just seen the papers. I explained about the reporters outside.

He advised me to get out of there as soon as possible, and go and stay with someone for a few days until the press lost interest.

I had no sooner put the phone down than it rang. It was a reporter from a daily I just slammed it down.

I was just standing there trying to get my thoughts in order when my mobile rang it was another reporter.

Bobby they had my phone and mobile numbers, I felt trapped' she said sobbing.

I phoned for a taxi and arranged for it to meet me at the end of the lane on the main road. 

I threw some clothes on grabbed my handbag and just left; they followed me all the way up the lane asking horrible questions. 

I jumped into a taxi and offered the man an extra twenty pounds if he made sure we weren't followed.

He dropped me off at Sue's flat in Notting Hill thankfully she was in.

I never left the flat for three days; the papers were still splashing it, what they didn't know they made up. 

'The worst part was I couldn't get in touch with you, I tried Bobby God knows I tried but no one in the military would help, something about bloody security. Sue didn't have a computer. And Carol and July were out of town' She was wiping her eyes with a tissue.

Three days ago John found out what he had already suspected. He confronted the little shit in the office of one of the executives of the record company.

He quite willingly admitted that he had set it up pointing out what great publicity it had created and May had gone along with it for the publicity and his ego. They made him write out a statement of what he had done and that I had not been involved in it, and then they fired him.

I managed to get through to Alan Carr and asked what time your plane landed, rather reluctantly he told me.

By the time I got to Brize Norton, you'd gone."

He looked at her, seeing her eyes red and swollen.

"Darling you've been through hell whilst I've just been feeling sorry for myself."

"That doesn't matter so long has I haven't lost you," she sobbed.

"It'll never happen," he said tenderly, "I love you too much."

"Where are you?" She asked him.

"Barbados, look I'll catch a plane back tomorrow."

"No don't, I'll come out to you, I'll try and get a flight out tomorrow." She paused,

"Oh, god darling," she whispered "all this upset as screwed up my body clock, I've come on."

Robert smiled, "well worse things happen at sea that doesn't matter, what matters is that you will be here."

"I've seen Tim, when he came to see Sue, and he knows the truth now. He said you were pretty cut up about it, but didn't know where you were, apart from you had left in a car. Carol and July came back when the story broke; we tried to contact you on their laptops, but we couldn't get through. Tim has yours; you left it on the aircraft."

They talked for a few more minutes with Terry saying she would ring in the morning once she had her flight details.

Robert had his best night's sleep for well over a week, waking refreshed. Terry phoned at ten, to say her plane would be landing at eleven pm his time. He said he would be there to meet her they talked for a while before breaking the connection.

He looked at his watch, and then dashed down stairs. Hanna was in the kitchen.

"Hanna Mrs Barlow is arriving tonight."

"Oh... we don't have much food in sir," she replied.

He reached into his wallet extracting a bundle of notes,

"Here," he said offering the notes, "stock up with everything, and I'll need flowers, lots of flowers." He said breathlessly.

Her face broke into a wide smile. 

"I'll just finish cleaning up, and then I'll get Sam to run me into Bridgetown in his pickup, but it's going to take a few hours sir."

"No problem she doesn't arrive until eleven tonight."

He heard Sam's pickup leave and hour later; he was in the bedroom packing his clothes away from his valise that had lain unopened since his arrival, when he heard Pearl's voice.

"Anyone here?" 

"Up here Pearl," he replied.

She entered the bedroom; she was wearing a white shirt collar dress a small belt at her waist held in the full skirt made of some filmy material that ended several inches above her knees. He noticed that she wore high heels her legs sheathed in white nylons; her face was made up with a splash of red lipstick on her lips.

She's either going to or coming from some place he reasoned.

She came over and sat on the bed.

"OK, don't hold me in suspense, what happened?"

So he told her.

When he had ended, she looked at him and shook her head slightly.

"The bastard," she hissed, "he could have ruined your marriage."

"Well as of eleven tonight I'll have my marriage back," he paused, "or nearly."

She frowned, her eyes questioning.

"Terry's body clock has thrown a wobbly, so I have to wait for a few days."

"Oh, you don't get much luck do you," she said with a chuckle, "so I guess my spell as surrogate wife is over."

"I don't know how I'm ever going to ever repay you Pearl for what you did for me, and I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did to you," he whispered.

"Bob, dear Bob you didn't do anything to me, you did it to a body, I just happened to be inside it at the time, so let's forget it."

She stood up from the bed.

"Well I have to go and visit a client, I'm just so glad the two of you have sorted it out.

Pride can be a terrible thing at times Bob."

She came over to him and kissed him gently. She could feel his erection building; she moved her body back, her arms still around his neck, looking into his eyes, "Bob that was all right yesterday when you needed it, but today you have Terry back, save it for her, besides," she chuckled, "I'm tempted."

She gathered up her purse and started to move towards the bedroom door. 

"Pearl," he murmured, "I think I still need you."

She stopped and turned to look at him for several seconds, "are you sure Bob?"

He just nodded. She stared at him; she could see the longing in his eyes.

"But why Bob, you have Terry again now."

"I know it's crazy, but after yesterday I've not been able to forget how good it was making love to you."

Pearl chuckled, "it was pretty intense."

"Just thinking about it is making me horny," he murmured.

"Well I have to admit now you mention it that it was rather good. But Bob if we did it again wouldn't we be doing what you thought your wife had been doing, being unfaithful."

"Yes you are right in what you say. Maybe it's just because I haven't had any sex for such a long time that being with you has opened the dam's gate."

"So this is just sex then." 

He nodded his head. She stared at him for a moment longer then began to remove the dress, placing it over a chair. She was wearing a deep cut white lace bra with matching panties with hold up stockings. The contrast of the white bra, panties and stockings against her honey coloured skin was startling.

"Bob I have an appointment in an hour's time," she murmured has she reached round to unclip the bra. He moved over towards her putting his arms around her.

"Pearl," he murmured, "why do I want you so much?"

"I guess because I want you too," she whispered back has their lips joined.

He led her to the bed then stood above her has he undressed, and she removed the panties. He lay over her resting on his elbows has he lowered his head to kiss her gently, she responded by putting her arms around his neck her eyes never leaving him He gently cupped her full breast then lowered his head taking the nipple into his mouth, she groaned has he felt it respond. He lifted his head again to gaze at her, her beautiful face the lips were parted slightly, he could see her perfect white teeth clenched together has she returned his look. When he entered her it was slow and gentle, her legs came up to straddle his waist locking them, their lips still locked together. When the climax came a low groan escaped her lips, he followed seconds later. 

He stayed in the same position supported by his elbows whilst his erection inside her withered.

Her eyes were still looking into his she could feel a tear running down her cheek.

"Bob," she whispered, "that wasn't just sex, was it?"

"No Pearl it was something more than just sex"

She smiled and kissed him holding it for several seconds. "I have to go now if you have finished with me."

"I'm not sure if I'll ever be finished with you Pearl," he murmured.

She stared at him, "Bob this is dangerous, we can't become involved; there are others to think about."

"I realise that, but you have a way of turning me on."

She chuckled, "you may not have noticed, but you turn me on too."

She climbed of the bed and began to dress; when she had finished she picked up her handbag. She paused at the bedroom door. "Give Terry my love," she paused again before continuing "you know you'll always have mine." And then she was gone.

He was sat on the bedroom veranda looking out to sea, trying to make some sense of his emotions. He knew that he loved Terry that could never change, put his feelings for Pearl. He loved her but not in the same way has Terry. It wasn't purely sex, although he knew her body had enflamed him, but her sweetness, and understanding when he had needed someone, her woman's intuition had recognised the pain he had felt, and she had responded in the only way that could help him.

He pushed his thoughts to back of his head when he heard Sam's pickup enter the drive.

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Chapter 43

She came out of arrivals pushing the trolley with her suitcase on it, wearing her usual ponytail, jeans and cotton blouse, her coat thrown over the case.

She was looking around trying to find him, her face a mixture off alarm and apprehension. Then she saw him making his way towards her through the press off the new arrivals. 

He reached her and for a moment just looked at each other, her green eyes were glassy with repressed tears 'hi' he murmured and then kissed her tenderly and then kissed her again.

"You really have missed me haven't you," she said breathlessly.

"More than you'll ever know," looking into her eyes.

"Oh, Bobby if only you knew how much I love you, it frightens me some times. The thought that I had lost you just about drove me insane." She pulled a newspaper from under her coat "Here you can read this at home they've printed the confession," she said handing him a newspaper.

"Come on then let's go home," he said. 

Later that night when she emerged from the bathroom in PJ's and claimed into bed alongside him, she whispered.

"I'm sorry about this darling but I promise to make it up to you." 

"You don't have to," he said kissing her gently.

She slotted into his lap in their usual sleeping position with his arm around her. He smelt her hair feeling the warmth of her body next to his realising that this is where he needed to be, with his woman.

The next few days they spent at home, swimming, taking and sunbathing. Robert had made the excuse that he wanted her all for himself for a while longer and that, in any case, Pearl would be getting ready for Jeremy's return from New York, which Terry seemed to except.

One morning as he was dressing Terry called from the bathroom.

"Bobby could you wash my back," she asked

He entered the bathroom; she was in the shower, he dropped his shorts and entered.

Her pale body was covered with soapsuds; she looked at him her eyes bright.

"Do you think his Nibbs has had enough holidays," she asked in a coy voice?

That day they never left the bedroom, apart from Robert dashing down stairs to make sandwiches; if Hanna did hear Terry's groans screams and gasps she blithely ignored them.

They were lazing by the pool when Terry asked how he had felt when he saw the papers. 

"Next to the death of my parents it was the most hurtful experience of my life, I think I went a little crazy," he said.

"So you believed them," she murmured, "you didn't trust in my love for you."

"I didn't want to believe them, but you are so beautiful, I still don't know what you see in me, and May is very handsome," he stammered.

"Bobby I love you for your kindness; your inner strength, your sense of humour for a million things and I thank God every day that I have your love, and that will never ever change. May couldn't, hold a candle to you."

"I guess it was that everything seemed so perfect between us that such happiness could never last. But the thing it has taught me is I can't live without you."

"So long as you know I feel exactly the same as you, whether you like it or not you are stuck with me, till death do us do part," she looked at him a small smile on her face.

"Bobby you will always tell me the truth won't you?" She asked.

"Of course darling," he replied suddenly alarmed.

"That fight the Para's had with the Taliban where three A10s were involved, where were you?" 

"Quite safe darling I was on the ground."

"So you're getting a DSO for being safe," she said.

"There must be some mistake," he stammered.

"According to the paper that you have, the three A10 pilots are being put up for the DFC and their Squadron Leader the DSO, and you are the only ones flying A10s."

She looked at him her eyes burning into his; he knew Terry was not stupid, and she was aware something was odd, so he told her, trying to gloss over it, but she kept probing until she had the whole story.

"Did you get this, then," touching the small scar on his cheek from the stone fragment?

He Nodded.

She lay back on the sun bed; tears began to run down her face and then she began to sob. He moved over to her trying to wipe the tears from her eyes, she pushed his hand away.

"You just don't understand do you," she said sobbing, "you're my life; without you I have no life."

He put his arms round her lifting her; her head was on his chest.

"Terry darling I have to fly the same way you have to sing," he murmured.

"Bobby," she said between sobs, "I can just about live with you flying but not you doing a crazy stunt like that."

"It was a one off, but it will save countless lives in the long run, and besides I had the three hooligans watching out for me."

"Promises, never again," she whispered 

"I promise," he said softly.

"Bobby," she whispered, "I want to have our baby; I want to have something of yours that I can hold on to in case you don't come back."

He looked at her seeing the anguish in her face knowing he had put that there.

"Terry," he said after thinking, "I'll resign my commission after this next tour, and we'll have our baby together."

"But you love flying, I can't ask you to give it up."

"But I love you more, and my being over there is hurting you and I promised never to do that."

Her face broke out into a sad smile, "you'd really do that for me, but wouldn't you hate me for making you give up flying."

"No," he murmured, "I hate not being with you, I hate the worry I caused you and most of all I hate making you cry."

She gave him a long lingering kiss, "Oh, Bobby I do love you so much, I know I'm a selfish bitch but I can't help it, but if you give up, then I'll give up singing."

"You can't do that; thousands of people love your singing; you give them happiness in an unhappy world."

Terry looked at him, seeing the pain in his face, thinking for several minutes. Beginning to realise, before replying.

"Bobby, when you are over there, what you do, what all of you do, is to is to try and save the lives of others. So no wife, sweetheart or mother has to suffer the agony of losing a loved one. You do more than I; you give them hope that they'll return safely. I can't ask you to turn your back on that; I realise that now, how I feel when you are over there is not unique. They must all feel the same; it's just I've never really looked at the big picture. We'll have our baby when I'm sure he has a father to watch him grow."

"You seem sure it will be a he," he said smiling.

"Oh yes, as Sue said, you fire big bullets," she whispered.

The next day Jeremy Pearl and Tommy turned up, while the men played football with Tommy; Pearl settled down alongside Terry on the sun beds.

"Did you see Bobby when he arrived back?" Terry asked.

"He'd been on the island for three days before I knew he was here," Pearl replied softly.

"What sort of state was he in?" 

"Terry if he'd been an animal I'd have had him put down, he'd been drinking heavily and was in a hell of a mess, both mentally and physically."

"Oh God," Terry muttered, "so how did you snap him out of it."

"Well I managed to get him to sober up first and clean himself up, and then we talked; it took a lot of talking before he saw sense and agree to contact you."

"I thought he never wanted to hear or see me again when I'd not heard from him. Thanks Pearl, you are a true friend."

"Not at all Terry I'm sure you would have done the same thing for me."

"Never the less you were there for him...for us, when it countered," Terry replied.

That night the four of them went to Bessie's. At one point of the evening, he was dancing with Pearl while Jeremy was dancing with Terry.

"So how are thing between you two now," asked Pearl

"We're back on track," he replied.

"Oh, that's good," she said moving closer to him her hips undulating to the rhythm..

He could feel his response building; he looked in to her deep brown eyes she had an impish smile on her face.

"It's nice to see you haven't forgotten then," she murmured as she moved back.

"I'll never forget Pearl," he whispered back.

"What would you say to us inviting the hooligans over?" Terry asked the next day, "the girls were so supportive and so were the boys for you."

"That's a great idea darling I should have thought of it," he said.

A big smile lit up her face, "I'm so glad you think so," she paused, "they arrive tomorrow."

He looked confused, "Tomorrow how did you arrange that so fast."

"I got in touch three days ago, and to quote Jeremy told them to get their arses over here."

"Why you devious little witch," he said reaching out for her, she skipped away running down the garden with him in hot pursuit. He caught her on the beach with a rugby tackle. 

"Not here," she murmured, conscious of his arousal, "the sand gets everywhere."

"It won't get where I'm going," he said pulling down her shorts.

They picked them up the following afternoon with the two cars. He prepared the drinks while they dashed upstairs to change. Soon the girls were in a huddle showing off their engagement rings, while the boys were at the bar.




The Boys in Blue Ch. 19



"I've not had a chance to thank you guys for covering for me at Brize." Robert said.

"Forget it Robbie," Tim replied, "It's only what you would have done for any of us'."

They moved over to join the girls.

"So how was the flight over?" Robert asked.

July glanced at Carol a wicked smile on her face. "Well someone, not mentioning names, have become a members of the mile high club."

Carol,her face flushing,looked daggers at Tom who shook his head.

"How the heck did you know," she demanded.

"I was stood outside the loo wanting to use it," July purred.

"Well," said Bill, "so long as it was the mile high, and not the pudding club, what harm is there."

Robert glanced at Terry quickly, but she was laughing along with the others.

He received a telephone message on their fifth day on the Island from Alan at Renton. 

Bob James was dead. A SAM, surface to air missile had got him, and the A10 had exploded, killing him instantly according to Alan.

"But how have they managed to get their hands on SAM's?" Robert asked.

'Intelligence is not sure at the moment, it could be they have some Stingers left over from the one's the Yanks gave them when they were up against the Russians. Although the boffins, think after all this time, most of them wouldn't work. Or they're getting them from an arms dealer, if so they can't have many, they would cost a fortune. At the moment, every member of the coalition's secret services is pulling out all the stops to locate the supply and plug it."

"Do you want me to return?" Robert asked.

"No," Alan replied, "the aircraft are grounded at the moment; we are modifying them against that sort of attack. Robbie the enemy specifically targeted the A10s they want their revenge for the loss of the opium. They are gloating that they have downed a Cobra on the transits that we have intercepted. Will you inform the others, the papers are already running the story over here?"

He walked slowly back to the pool; they were all laughing and joking; he paused to watch them, knowing what the reaction would be to the news.

He saw Terry glance at him, the smile on her face fading as she looked at him. The others fell into silence at his approach. He sat down and began to reiterate what Alan had told him.

He watched Terry's face as he spoke; it paled he could see her fighting to hold back the tears. When he had finished he looked at the others, the girl's dismay, written across their faces, the men, grim but determined.

No one spoke for several minutes while each digested the news in his or her own way.

Finally, Tim spoke, "so okay, they may have a few SAM's but we've been trained to deal with them. Bob was unlucky in that he didn't know they had them, but we know now, and we can be prepared for them, so nothing has really changed."

Terry looked at him her bottom lip trembling. "Bobby is that true what Tim said."

"Yes darling," he said, "we have all been trained on how to avoid them and besides any that they can get their hands on must be ancient by now. Perhaps I'm guilty of being too complacent regarding that threat."

"Stow it Robbie," Bill said, "no one imagined that they had them."

They broke up Bill walked down the garden with July his arm about her. Tim and Tom took the girl's upstairs leaving him with Terry.

Terry fought desperately to hold back the tears; he doesn't need that she thought, I have to be as strong as he is.

"Did Bob have a wife?" She finally asked taking control of her voice. 

"No, he had a girlfriend and mother his father died some years back. I'll have to write to them."

She nodded not trusting her voice.

Several second past finally she said.

"What happens if someone fires at you with one, I need to know Bobby."

He studied her face, so beautiful and yet so sad.

"They have probably beefed up the radar now along with the threat monitor, as soon as one is fired the radar picks it up, and the monitor displays it giving you range and speed of approach. It can realise chaff or flares; the chaff confuses the guidance's systems whilst the flares give out a hotter heat signal than the engines. They can be deployed automatically or manually."

"But what happens if they fail, you have no defence then," she asked concerned.

"The SAM's that they have will be shoulder fired; they only have a limited endurance.

So we can out fly them. The great thing about the A10 is that it can turn on a five pence piece; a missile can't, it goes too fast, when it misses you it loses contact and runs out of fuel."

"But it has to miss you first," she said her voice rising.

"Darling I'll take on a SAM any day over a machine gun, and even they are not that accurate."

"So you are not that worried about them," she said her voice fighting to keep under control.

"I'm more worried that you are worried," he said truthfully.

"Thank you for explaining darling I feel better when I know what you are up against, I'll talk to the other girls and explain, if the men haven't already told them."

To be continued...



The Boys in Blue Ch. 20



The mood around the dinner table was subdued that night; Terry had gathered the girl's and had a long talk with them, which seemed to have lifted their spirits a little.

Finally, Robert decided something had to be done.

"Right no more moping, you girl's, go and put something sexy on, were going to Tessie's, we men need a little excitement in our dull, mundane life. I'll ring for a mini bus you have thirty minutes."

The girls disappeared up stairs whispering to each other, while the men gathered around the bar smiles on their faces.

When the girls reappeared they had all opted for minis, Terry was wearing a scarlet halter above a black full skirted mini that hung low on her hips, her midriff bare.

She came over to him to accept a drink, and he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra her nipples prominent through the thin material, none of the girls was he saw.

By the second of Tessie's rum punches they all began to relax, the girls were dancing to the calypso music, the men joining them on the slow ones. But gradually the beat became faster has the music began to change to the tribal rhythms. Robert sat back a satisfied look on his face, as he watched the girls cavorting on the floor. When they returned to take a drink he noticed that Terry's halter was sticking to her by her perspiration her breasts in sharp relief; he saw that all the girls had the same problem.

"Bloody hell," Bill said, "it's like a wet tee shirt contest with them," he groaned.

By the end of the night when they returned to the table they were all glowing with perspiration their chests heaving at their exertions. Robert ran a finger over Terry's belly then tasted it, the taste of salt predominant. The halter was mouldered to her breasts. She knows what effect this is having on me he knew, they all do he realised.

Back at the villa, Sue announced that they should all go for a swim in the sea. Terry said to go ahead that she would bring some towels down. They all trooped down to the beach leaving him and Terry to bring the towels.

He took the towels from her arms and placed them on the table, and then kissed her.

"Thank you darling," he whispered.

"What for," she asked.

"For geeing up the girls."

She smiled; he knew what she had been doing to bring the girls out of their mood'

"And this is for geeing me up," he said kissing her again, as he removed the halter.

"No Bobby let's take the towels down," she set of with them leaving the halter behind.

On the beach, she left the towels by the steps taking one she moved to the shadows cast by the palm trees spreading it, after removing the mini she laid on it, her arms above her head waiting.

He was laid with his head on her chest muzzling her nipple his body coming back into control. "We can go for that swim now; I think I need it," she murmured, "but I don't think we can use the towel to dry off with, it's already wet," she chuckled.

"Well by the sound of the seabirds we won't be the only ones with a damp towel."

"What seabirds its past midnight, the only sound is...oh funny," she laughed.

Over the next few weeks, they gradually shook of the gloom of Bob's death each was grieving for him in their own way.

Alan had phoned again saying that all the aircraft had now been modified, and the three were back under taking missions.

"Robbie I think we need to get Dave, Dick and Jim back sooner than we had planned, at the moment they're putting in three sometimes four missions a day, with Bob's absence they are desperately short handed, as well as being shaken by Bob's death."

"It's only my view Sir, but if they have SAM's and are specifically targeting A10's then I think we should hold the new boys back a little longer. Let me Tim, Bill and Tom go back over until the quite period starts in November. It will give Dave and the others a chance to select a replacement from amongst the new intake and catch their breath."

"I didn't want to suggest that Robbie, but it's is my view too, when can you get back to the UK?"

"We would have to book the flights, say two or three days."

He managed to get the three together while the girls were chatting telling them what Alan and he had said, asking them how they felt about it.

Without hesitation, they all agreed.

"Look there's no need for the girls to come back, there better of here together, do you agree," he asked them.

They all nodded. "Right I'll check for flights and then we can break the glad tidings to them." 

The girls knew something was wrong by their faces when they came back. Robert didn't prevaricate but came straight out with it.

"We have been recalled, we leave day after tomorrow at two."

Their faces said it all, but it was Terry who took control of the situation.

"I'd better help you pack, come on girls let's give them a hand."

He'd never felt prouder of her, of all of them as they rose and made their way inside.

The next morning they were all going to go into town to pick up things the boys would need over there. He was in the study ringing for a minibus, when he put the phone down it rang. 

It was Pearl "Bob," her voice sounded strained, '"Terry told me you have to go back, and what has happened over there. I'd like to see you if that is possible before you go please."

He thought for a moment, remembering what she had done for him.

"I was going out with all the others, but I could make an excuse and see you at the Port in say an hour."

"OK, Bob I'll be waiting there."

He went downstairs and told them he had forgotten about the boat and would have to de-commission it before leaving and that Terry knew what he needed.

He watched has the minibus drove off before climbing into the Range Rover. 

He parked up alongside her Saab and walked down to the quay; she was waiting by Tomic. They never spoke until they were in the cabin; then Pearl rounded on him.

'How dangerous will it be for you now, with these new weapons they have'? She asked anxiously.

'Hardly any at all, we are ready for them'

She stared into his eyes, to see if he was lying. He smiled back looking at her; she was in tight white short shorts with a black halter and trainers on her feet.

"I needed to see you before you went back, to clear the air between us," she whispered,

"What we did at the time, when you came back, I don't regret. You needed something like it to get your head back in gear, and I went along with it. But things have changed Bob; Jeremy wants us to try for another child, and I want that too."

He looked into her eyes, seeing the anguish in them. What was upsetting her he wondered?

"That's great news Pearl," he murmured.

She turned her head to look out of the cabin windows, "Bob we need to stop whatever there is between us now. I never intended to get involved in an affair, and that's what will happen if we go further. I have discovered feelings for you that go beyond friendship. I can stop them now before they get too strong, but I need your support in this."

He stood trying to get his thoughts in order, looking at the back of her head. Pearl had been there for him when his life had seemed broken. She had forced him to see reality and snap out of his self-pity, at the cost off using her body to achieve that end.

In doing so, he had found a depth of feeling for her that went beyond friendship, it wasn't love in the way he loved Terry, but something more... Gratitude, that was it, he suddenly realised. 

She had given him back his life, and his wife.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her around to face him. He lifted her chin to look up at him; her eyes were glassy from repressed tears.

"Pearl, you're quite right in that what we have between us, goes beyond mere friendship.

It's the kind of love that exists between very close families. I don't want to hurt either you or Jeremy and especially Terry, I love you all too much for that to happen. I'll always be here for you, you know that."

She gazed into his eyes; her bottom lip quivered with suppressed emotion. 

"Bob....thank you for understanding."

She lifted onto her toes and kissed his nose, then turned and left.

He stood watching, has she reached her car and drove away.

He knew in his heart that Pearl could never replace Terry in his affections, but she would always have a part of it.

He began closing the boat down. 

That night in bed, he explained the situation to Terry; regarding the tour, he knew now that she could handle it if she knew; it was the not knowing that distressed her. The girls had reluctantly agreed to stay on for a few more weeks, which would mean they could support each other.

"Bobby I'm not going to ask you to be careful over there, I know you will. I don't want you to worry about me. Just concentrate on your job and bring them all back. You know I'll be here waiting for you."





The Boys in Blue Ch. 20



Tim and Dave are promoted to Squadron Leaders for the two new squadrons. They will be based at RAF Mainton on Salisbury Plain; I'm afraid you will still have me a Station Commander. Let me be the first to congratulate you," he said shaking the hands of the surprised pilots.

"Now you have a month's leave due to you starting tomorrow after your investiture for your medals, Air vice Marshall Sir John Bradbury will be conducting the ceremony.

Oh, there's one other small detail; it seems that four young ladies are waiting to see you at a motel; I was asked to pass that message on; that's if you are interested." A large smile appearing on his face, nearly as large as the smiles on the four pilots.

He opened the door to number 15 quietly; she was sitting by the dressing table brushing her hair. He crossed over to her; she saw his reflection in the mirror and began to turn.

"No stay where you are," he asked quietly.

Her face showed alarm, "what's the matter?" She asked.

"I have some news, but I'm not sure how you will take it," he murmured.

"Oh god, they can't be sending you out there again already," she whispered.

"No, I have a new job at a new station," he replied sitting down on the end of the bed watching her reflection in the mirror.

He could see the tears forming in her eyes, "So what are they expecting you to do now?" Bitterness creeping into her voice.

"They want me to form two new squadrons at RAF Mainton; it's about twenty miles from Aventon." He replied.

"Well that's nice, but does that mean you have to go out more often with two squadrons?"

"No, it means I won't go out ever again, I'll be based here at home."

He watched her face as she digested his news. She was frowning trying to make sense of what he had said.

"Bobby this isn't a joke or something, it would be too cruel if it were."

"No darling, no joke, you are going to have to get used to me being under your feet all the time."

The tears started to fall, her face breaking out into a wide smile the dimples forming. She turned from the mirror and threw herself into his arms.

"Oh, thank god Bobby, I finally have you safe at home," she whispered her soft lips enfolding his, as the headboard next door began to bang against the wall.

The next day Terry along with Sue, July and Carol stood on the dispersal area along with the entire squadron. She along with the other wives, mothers and girlfriends, craned their heads as a flight of four A10s flew across the airfield and then watched has the Air vice Marshall presented Bobby, Tim, Bill and Tom with their medals. She gazed at the men lined up in ranks watching the ceremony; standing to attention, their eyes fixed on the four men. Terry knew that, without their support and expertise, pride in their Squadron etched into their faces, that this ceremony would not be taking place. Bobby and his hooligans had put that there for them. Her Bobby, the boy in blue she thought, just an ordinary man doing an extraordinary job.