I Love You, Sergeant

"Let's move it guys." Came the order and eight heavily camouflaged soldiers of the Special Reconnaissance Regiment (SRR) started to quickly load their equipment into the two newly delivered Foxhounds.

It was just getting dark at the Kabul base camp in Afghanistan. We never loaded in daylight, they didn't like us being seen by too many prying eyes. Special Forces weren't supposed to be there!

There was several hundred British Army personnel stationed at the base. Their job was training the Afghan security forces in the fight against the Taliban. But unofficially, a number of support operations were carried out under the guise of training.

Four snipers and four spotters. Made up of seven sergeants and one lieutenant had completed the loading in less than a minute. The Foxhounds moved away in a cloud of sand and shot by the raised barrier, their muffled exhausts barely heard as they disappeared into the dark.

The only comment heard was, "At least these bloody things shouldn't break down this time of night."

"Shut it Jones, don't want to tempt fate." The Lieutenant said even though he was himself worrying about the vehicle's reliability.

The Foxhound at around £400,000 each was the very expensive replacement for the hated snatch Landrovers. It was heavily armoured with protection against IEDs, in fact, it was a superb fighting vehicle. It did, however, have one big problem. The engine cooked itself in the high temperatures of Afghanistan, anything above fifty degrees was fatal, and the breakdown rate was staggering.

Sergeant Jones, or Jonesy, was my spotter, as such, he was my superior. Even though we were both the same rank, the sniper has enough to do, so the spotter always takes command during a live opp.

Jonesy nudged my arm, "Reckon we'll get there, Pat?" He asked in a low voice. I could hear the laugh in his voice. Jonesy liked to joke when we went live, it kept him calm.

"You heard the officer, Jonesy, shut it!" I grinned at him but I crossed my fingers anyway.

We'd been climbing into the mountains for just over an hour and a half. I felt the vehicle slow to a stop. We waited.

"All clear." The top gunner reported having scoped the area with infrared. Slowly we eased around the corner, before one last climb and we were there.

In complete silence, we unloaded and within thirty seconds, the four teams were spread wide apart, each spotter combing his sector through night vision binoculars.

The Foxhounds whispered away, back down the hill. We were on our own now, for the next fifteen hours.

There was no talking from now on, all communication was done with hand signals. We knew our order of march, it had all been well covered at the mission briefing. Jones took up position behind the Lieutenant and his sniper, I followed.

We had an hour's march ahead of us, which under normal circumstances is a stroll in the park but up here among the rocks and gullies, it was a different matter. In the dark, it would be all too easy to damage an ankle with a wrongly placed step. If that happened to any member of the squad, the mission was off. It would almost certainly have been a death sentence leaving anyone behind. We trod carefully.

...

The sun crested the mountain, shadows rapidly disappeared and temperatures started to climb after the almost freezing night. A solitary hawk cruised among the crags as it searched for any sign of prey. Nothing else disturbed the desolate landscape. Hidden from sight were seven men and one woman. Using their ghillie camouflage, they had merged themselves into the terrain some two hours before dawn.

The four teams were spread well apart, roughly two hundred feet above the excuse for a road at the bottom of the tight little valley below.

"Shit!" I thought, "Only two hours gone and already I need a piss." That was the worst part of these kinds of gigs, having a piss. We all had urine bags connected. It was easier for the guys with a tube to a bag, no leaks, no mess. But for me, I had a funnel stuck to my pussy which led to the bag. Poxy things always leaked when you were lying down, I hated them. It was a balance between not drinking too much or dehydration when it got hot.

My thoughts were interrupted. "Ten o'clock high," Jonesy whispered.

I scanned my rifle slowly around, searching among the rocks on the other side of the valley. There he was, a solitary towel head squatting down on a rock, a Kalashnikov across his knees. He was peering through an old pair of binoculars, lazily checking for any presence. His binoculars passed right over our position without a pause.

I saw Jonesy reaching for the radio, then we froze. Pebbles tinkled close by, and then rattled their way down the hill. Soon we could smell rough cigarette smoke. We could hear the person moving about, he seemed to be moving slightly away from our position. I guessed he was looking for a convenient hideyhole.

Jonesy clicked a radio switch twice. A second later the Lieutenant's voice could just barely be heard. "Alpha Two, you've got one to your left, about thirty feet away. We've got him covered, concentrate on your target area." After a short pause, he came over again, "Alpha Three cover the one over the valley to the north. Alpha Four keep scanning." Three clicks were heard as the three positions acknowledged.

Three and Four had something to watch, I had nothing until the expected vehicles arrived. I could relax and lower the butt of my L115A3 sniper rifle. It wasn't a handheld rifle, at 6.8 kilos, it was much too heavy for that, so it rested on a short-legged tripod.

I loved my rifle, it was the best sniper rifle ever designed. A large calibre bolt action rifle, taking an 8.59mm bullet. It was fitted with day and night all-weather telescopic sights as well as a spotting scope. It had a six hundred meter one shot kill range but was effective up to one thousand one hundred meters for harassing fire. Every target I had ever had in my sights was dead. I had stopped counting how many that was, it seemed a bit morbid. I was doing my job, not collecting notches on my gun.

My thoughts wandered back to what Jonesy had been saying to me a few days back. "You seen that chick checking you out Pat?" A huge grin on his face. I glared at him. "Oh c'mon, she can't keep her eyes off you, follows you around with her tongue hanging out."

He was loving this. I didn't do relationships of any kind and he knew it. Jonesy was different, my life depended on him and vice-versa, we were a team and had worked together for eighteen months now. We were buddies and knew each other's needs inside out. He usually treated me like any other guy so I thought it was a bit odd that he should bring up the subject of some squaddie drooling over my muscles.

And I did have muscles. I chucked weights every day. I ran a minimum of ten k every day. I was super fit but then, so was everyone in the SRR.

He fetched us two more beers and was still chuckling when he sat. "Shit pal, what's got into you giving me this shit?" I asked him.

"All I'm saying is, had you noticed? No harm in you having a look-see. As a matter of fact, she's over at the bar now."

Well, I had no idea who he was talking about and there were at least fifty or sixty at the bar, maybe twenty of them female. But I thought if I humour the idiot, he'll get off my back. I turned and had a quick scan along the bar. I knew right away who he meant. She wasn't looking our way but she was the most gorgeous female I'd ever seen, outside of the movies or whatever. I also knew that Jonesy wouldn't have thought of bothering me if it hadn't been something special. She was that, no doubt at all.

I turned back to face him, "Well, hot or what?" He asked me.

"Okay, she's hot, so what? I'm hot but I don't encourage or chase people."

"That's because the guys are scared of you, they don't want to take the risk of getting one of your fists in their face." Boy, he was enjoying this. "And the girls, well, they're either scared as well or in awe of the big bad sergeant."

For some reason, the conversation had got under my skin. I hadn't dated anyone since some guy when I was seventeen. Now at twenty-four, my career was my life. That and fitness. It wasn't anything conscious, I simply never thought about it.

Jonesy had gone for a piss and a smoke. Alone, I took a glance at the bar. This time she was looking my way, for a second our eyes met, then she was looking away. I swear I could see her face turn red, even from way over here. Yes, I had to admit that she was something else but so what, I didn't care.

Five minutes later, I realised I was sneaking a peek at her again. "Fuck this shit!" I said aloud, then picked up our beers and went to find Jonesy.

I didn't sleep well that night. The bloody girl kept invading my thoughts and I got cross, even angry, with myself.

...

Two more hours had elapsed when Alpha One came over again, "Dust cloud to the South, Alpha Two look for your target, click when you are good to go. A double click from you and Alpha Three and Four will take out their respective lookouts." Once more, three clicks were heard.

My target was the Taliban regional chief. Alpha One would take out the Al-Quaeda commander.

A small convoy of two NSTVs (Non-standard tactical vehicles) and a battered ex-US army jeep came barrelling along the track. Before sliding to a stop directly below. At least the intel had been good. What wasn't good was the weapons mounted on the two trucks. One had a heavy machine gun, the other a recoilless rifle. I never understood why some idiot called it a rifle, it fires bloody shells, not bullets. We could be in for some heavy shit here.

The Lieutenant was on the ball though, "Alpha Three your second shot is the machine gunner, Alpha Four will take the RCL."

Jonesy and I scanned the passengers as they left the vehicles. We both saw our Taliban target, easily recognisable from the many photos we had studied. Now, all we needed was Al-Quaeda.

In total, there were nearly twenty of them. They spread out in an unusually ordered manner for the Taliban, they looked like a well-trained bunch. Not good.

Another, smaller, cloud of dust, Al-Quaeda were here. I kept my sight on the Taliban chief, Jonesy watched for trouble.

I waited until the two bigwigs approached each other, all the time keeping myself lined up on the Taliban guy's head. "One click go," I spoke quietly to Jonesy. As soon as they reached to embrace I said: "Two clicks go."

I saw both of their heads explode simultaneously. I barely had time to notice the spray of blood before I was searching for my next shot. The heavy machine gun bothered me more than the RCL. Alpha Four had clearly missed his second shot, I could see the gun swinging around already sweeping the hillside with fire. Luckily for us, he was firing blind, he didn't have any visible target but that didn't make us safe.

Bullets ricocheted off the rocks around us, as any number of Kalashnikovs, set to auto, joined in. The machine gunner was swinging his gun from side to side, moving all the time. Worse was that he was almost hidden behind an armour shield. I saw shots hitting his shielding but I waited, I held my shot, tracking his swings. As he swung back for another sweep, I anticipated the moment his face would show. Just for a split second, it crossed my sight as I squeezed, then he was flying through the air and out of the truck.

There was no longer a need for spotting, so four L85 rifles joined our fire. Both Taliban and Al-Quaeda fighters fell like nine pins, then the bloody machine gun opened fire again. Someone else had taken the ill-fated gunner's place.

This guy either had more savvy or maybe just better luck, his bullets were hammering all around us. I heard Jonesy grunt and knew he had been hit, he never normally made a sound during an action.

The machine gun NSTV suddenly exploded in a ball of flame. The Lieutenant's L85 was fitted with a grenade launcher, it must have been him that hit the truck. Seconds later the jeep also exploded, almost immediately followed by the RCL carrier. The Al-Quaeda truck was sat on two flat tyres and its windscreen was a spider web.

"On my order prepare to fall back. One click good to go. Alpha Two?" I glanced at Jonesy, he nodded then clicked once. The others also all clicked once after they were called.

Following the order to fall back, we crawled backwards out of our holes. In only a couple of yards, we could climb to our feet and scramble away. We needed to make the gully a hundred and fifty yards away before the remaining enemy reached the high ground.

I could see Alpha Three were both struggling, carrying wounds. Alpha's One and Four looked to be okay. Jonesy had one arm held tight to his body but otherwise seemed mobile. I had blood dripping from my face, I hadn't been aware of being hit, nothing was stopping me from moving, so I didn't worry.

Jonesy answered my question, "I'm good, go help Three."

I was twenty yards from the gully when the first Kalashnikov barked its distinctive noise. Bullets whined off rocks and kicked up dust, I felt one tug at my sleeve just before I was able to lower Pete of Three into the gully. I dropped behind a low rock, raised my rifle to rest the barrel on the rock. My first shot dropped the nearest follower, two L85's also opened up close by me and I saw two more of the enemy fall. We held our fire and waited. Only one remaining head slowly lifted into view, it took its last look before my bullet went straight between its eyes.

Pete and his buddy, Steve were the most urgently in need of attention, the machine gunner had raked across their position. They both had multiple injuries but luckily the majority were caused by rock splinters. Pete had taken a direct hit to his helmet, although the round had glanced off and had not penetrated. He certainly had a concussion but hopefully, nothing more severe.

Steve had taken two rounds but again, incredibly no bones appeared to be broken, the wounds looked reasonably clean.

Jonesy had been lucky, it was probably a ricochet that caught his arm, and he had a furrow that ran from wrist to elbow. It poured blood but again, like Steve, nothing serious was hit.

We heard the whump, whump of the helicopter, as it came into view, my first thought was, "Thank God, it's British Army and not Afghan security forces, we should get back to base in one piece."

...

Five of us were at the RAMC hospital unit. Pete had been taken away for a head scan. Steve was in the operating theatre. Jonesy had umpteen stitches down his arm. Taff had only minor cuts.

"Sergeant Mason." A voice called. When I looked around an orderly pointed to a screen. I left my helmet on the seat and went through the curtain. A nurse had her back to me as she fiddled with some paperwork.

"Take Escort a seat please, Sergeant." Seconds later, hands from behind tipped my head sideways exposing the side of my blood-covered face. Then it stung a bit as she cleaned. A magnifying lamp was pulled down alongside. Fingers pulled my skin. "You have a lump of rock in there, a little local anaesthetic and we'll soon have that out."

"No need for any anaesthetic Doc, just dig it out. Besides, I'm so tired I doubt I can feel anything anyway."

With an "If you're sure," she went to work.

It did hurt but she was surprisingly gentle, not like some in the Medical Corps. I heard a clunk as she dropped the stone into a dish. Then it stung again as she applied antiseptic. "Someone will be in to stitch that for you shortly."

"Can't you just do it? You've got a good touch." I asked. I still hadn't seen her.

"Sorry, not allowed. Now let's have your jacket off, I need to look at that arm."

"Arm? Which arm? Nothing wrong with my arms."

"Oh, then why do you have two holes in this sleeve and blood stains? Now please take your jacket off."

I shrugged my arms out and then realised my shoulder did hurt, well more like a burning sensation really.

The short sleeve of my top was stuck to my skin with dried blood. She picked up a pair of scissors and cut up the sleeve, for a moment she paused, I thought she was checking the wound but then she continued to cut, right to my neck and then down the back. She went behind and pulled the now useless top down my other arm. I was now naked to the waist.

The fingers of one hand rested on my shoulder, and the other raised my left arm, "Rest your hand on your hip for me please." Then I felt the cold as she rinsed and soaked where the remaining material stuck. I could feel her fingers clutching my shoulder as she eased the material away from my arm. For some reason, the feel of her fingers took my mind off the stab of pain as it came away. "You're lucky, it's only a graze, nothing serious." She said. For the first time, I realised how lovely her voice was. I was listening to the sound of the voice, not her words.

Suddenly, I was aware that my nipples had hardened. A surprised glance down, told me they were standing out, fully erect. "Shit" What the fuck." I thought.

She had applied a dressing and plaster but had now stopped moving. One hand was back on my shoulder, the other resting on my arm. I turned to look at her, she was staring at my chest.

It was the girl from the canteen. With a start, she looked up at me, her face went bright red before she quickly turned away, clearing the rubbish. "Someone will be here in a moment for your stitches." She squeaked out and then was gone.

She had left my mind all in a whirl. For the first time in God knows how many years, I felt aroused, she'd turned me on. "A fucking woman," I said half-aloud.

...

I slept for something like ten hours. It wasn't always a good sleep. I dreamed of the fingers caressing my shoulder. I dreamed of the voice. I dreamed of her face with those beautiful eyes looking at me.

"Come on sleepy, shift your ass, let's go get something to eat." Jonesy was standing there with his usual grin on his face when I opened my eyes.

"Fuck off, Jonesy, can't a guy sleep around here? What time is it anyway?"

"Lunchtime if you get a move on and I'm starving."

I struggled myself fully awake, I felt stiff and ached. "Let me take a quick shower and I'll be with you," I told him.

In the shower, my dreams came back to me. It had me wondering. I couldn't get over the fact that this girl had obviously got under my skin. I wasn't gay, I'd never in my life, given a girl another look but then I didn't look at the guys anymore either. I couldn't make any sense of it.

Steak, egg, mushrooms and chips later, Oh, and a couple of beers and I was feeling back in the real world. Jonesy had gone off to have his wound checked. I couldn't throw any weights today, so I decided on a walkabout.

I saw her sitting in the shade on some equipment boxes. I went to turn a different way then saw she was crying. Not out loud but I could see the tears on her cheeks. Her eyes were closed.

"What's up, Doc?" (Really?) I asked when I was standing in front of her.

She almost jumped out of her skin before she looked up. She looked back down at her feet and just shook her head. "It's n..n..nothing." She stuttered. Then more tears flowed.

I sat down next to her, she glanced at my leg as our thighs touched. Her knuckles were white, as her two hands gripped tightly together in her lap.

"Come on Doc, bad news or something?"

She sat quietly for a while, the tears easing as she seemed to calm herself. Then in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry, I made a fool of myself and I embarrassed you. I didn't mean to do that. I feel awful."

For an age, I studied her. The delicate lines of her face. The sensuous lips. The swell of her hidden breasts. I felt my heart lurch. I reached out a hand, my fingers gently brushing a tear, "You didn't embarrass me Doc. You did do something which I don't understand but I wasn't embarrassed."

Now she looked at me again, her eyes flickering over my face, a worried look still showing. She seemed to gather herself, "My name's Debbie, Debbie Wilson and I'm not a doctor, just a nurse. I meant it, I'm sorry, Sergeant. I was acting like a fool, not a nurse."

"Debbie, I like that, always been a favourite of mine." I hesitated, now was the time to walk away but instead, I found myself saying, "I'm Pat, well Patricia really but I'd prefer it if you called me Pat."

Without any conscious thought, my hand was now resting on hers. She stared at my hand as her face turned red. "Pat." I heard her whisper to herself. I squeezed her hands, "Wanna go get a beer with me, Debbie?"

Her head jerked up, "Really? You'd take me for a beer? Um, Pat."

"Yeah. Why not? Come on."

She said that she would join me in ten minutes, she needed to tidy her face, not that I could see too much wrong with it.

She glowed as she approached before taking a seat opposite me. I threw her a smile but didn't speak, well I was kinda out of my comfort zone here.

I noticed the two nearest tables had gone quiet. I could see they were staring at us, they'd never seen anyone sit with me other than Jonesy. I turned to face them, "What?" I growled at them. Hastily, they all looked away, their conversation began again. For a moment I continued to glare.

"Pat, it's okay, I don't mind. Why are they all so frightened of you? Well most of them."

"They're not really frightened, maybe one or two are. I mean they're all tough soldiers, they don't frighten easily. But they know not to mess with me and I guess they respect me, although a lot don't like what I do. It's a bit of a lonely life being a sniper. Besides, they've never seen me with anyone before and now that they do, I'm with a girl." That must have been the longest I'd spoken for years.

"I didn't know you were a sniper. I knew you were Special Forces but had no idea what you did. I saw you all go out the other evening. I saw all the guns and stuff you carried and I was worried about you."

"You were worried for me, why would you be?"

For what seemed an age, she looked into my eyes, "I think you know." She finally said in a low voice, then, "Perhaps I should go now, I don't want to really embarrass you." She rose quickly and walked away.

I swallowed my beer noticing a guy at the next table grinning my way. "Don't!" I pointed my finger at him.

He wasn't scared of me, "It's cool Sarge, looks good to me."

"Well, just don't," I said again. I was sort of lost for words. But I somehow managed a grin back before I left.

The next morning, I took myself to the medical building. "Is nurse Wilson on?" I inquired, "she's due to check my dressings."

He checked his board behind him, "Take a seat over there, I'll let her know she's wanted."

It was five minutes until she came in. Her hand went to her mouth before she recovered herself, "Follow me please, Sergeant." She pulled the screen open and waved me to a seat, then closed it behind her. "Shirt off please."

She was all professional as she removed the dressing from my arm. A couple of wipes with some cold feeling liquid, then she recovered it. She came to my front, carefully easing the dressing on my face aside. Her breasts were six inches away, even hidden, I couldn't move my eyes away.

I smelled her breath as she leaned close, it was sweet yet minty. She jumped when my hands came up and rested on her hips but her face didn't move away. Her eyes though. looked into mine. Gently, I pulled her closer, our lips nearing. Immediately, she went rigid, I leaned towards her until my lips softly brushed hers. Still, she was stiff, her hands had dropped to her sides. I kissed her again, a little firmer but still a gentle touch. I saw her eyes close but she hadn't relaxed.

I'm not very good at this, I didn't know what to do next. Then her lips softened, I felt her hands go around my back, she was urging me to my feet. Her lips pressed hard to mine, her arms gripping me tight. She was kissing me, her head twisting from side to side. Then her tongue was pushing at my lips. I had no experience of how to respond, so I let her lead. She forced her tongue into me until it met mine, then she teased at it, twisting and caressing. I got the picture and followed suit.

I could now feel my blood pounding, shit! It felt good. With one hand around her shoulders and the other gripping her ass, I pulled her body hard against me. Her mouth came away from mine, for a moment, she looked up at me, then she smiled. Oh wow! I was done for. I knew at that moment that there was no turning back, I was hers.

Her lips came to my neck, kissing and nuzzling my skin. A hand came from behind and reached to my breast. Her fingers roamed, exploring me, until finally finding a nipple. I could feel the hardness as she pulled and pinched. A shiver went through my body at the feelings it was causing. I groaned when her lips replaced her fingers and her tongue flicked my erectness. Then she sucked my nipple hard into her mouth. I urged my crotch to hers, my knees were shaking as I rubbed hard against her.

Fuck! So quickly, I was cumming. For the first time in months, I had reached an orgasm. And, for the first time ever, it was shattering in its intensity. Slowly, I calmed. When I opened my eyes I saw she was gazing at me with a huge smile on her face, "Did you like that, Pat?"

I kissed her first, "I reckon I did. I think I like the treatment here Doc."

A voice interrupted our exchange, "You going to be long Wilson? I've got people waiting out here."

"Just about done, won't be a moment," Debbie called back.

She finished off my dressings in record time. She leaned up and kissed me. "You want to see me later?"

The worried look changed to a smile when I answered, "You ain't going nowhere without me now honey. No wait, I mean Debbie, I like that better. You know where to find me."

"I can't wait, lover. See you later," and she pushed me through the screen.

"Shit" She just called me lover. What is this?" Then I grinned, "Actually, I like that, sounds cool."

...

"Hey pal, why are you looking so cheerful, Christmas parcel come early or something?" As Jonesy grabbed a beer.

"I suppose you might say that," I replied. Then immediately regretted it. But what the hell, they'd all soon know. I realised that I didn't care.

"Alright! Here comes a delivery right now." Jonesy was looking over my shoulder.

I smiled at her as she sat beside me. She took the beer I offered her, then she clinked her bottle against mine. "Debbie, Jonesy, the guy that covers my ass when we're out." I pointed at my buddy. "Jonesy, Debbie."

She chinked her bottle to Jonesy's, they both said, "Hi," at the same time. She leaned to me and whispered, "Am I allowed to hold your hand in here? It's okay if you say no, but I want to."

I reached and took her hand, I almost moved them under the table but then thought bollocks! I put them on the table between us. I threw Jonesy a challenging look but he raised a hand and with a huge grin, "I'm cool pal, I'm happy for you both, honest." He looked at Debbie, "I warned Pat you had your eyes on her several days ago, she didn't believe me. Now, look at her. Know what? I'm buggered if I've ever seen her smile so much, makes a bloody change." With that, he got up from his seat, "I've got a snooker match, I'll catch you later."

I turned to Debbie, "Jonesy reckons that you've been watching me for ages, why me?"

She seemed to be considering her reply but then shrugged. "I saw you the first day I arrived here, that was two months ago. You were out running. The first thing I noticed was the way you moved, so effortlessly and smoothly. Then you were gone. I guessed you might come round again, so I sat and waited. This time it was your muscles, I was fascinated by the way they rippled. So much power, you radiated power. And yet," she paused for thought, "you were still cute with your bobbing ponytail and bouncing boobs. Then I thought, my God, she's so sexy." Now she blushed. "I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry but I just became addicted to watching you. I so wanted you to see me but you never did, it was like I wasn't there."

"Me, bouncing boobs, I've hardly got any boobs and as for sexy? You're kidding me right?"

"Pat, you're wrong, well I think so. I've lived simply to watch you for two months. I get so aroused seeing you, I wet my panties. I dream every night about being wrapped in your arms, what you would do to me and I to you. I want us to make love. I know I'm a fool acting like a stupid little girl but I can't help it." Again she paused, I began to speak but she put a finger up, "Let me finish please?" Her eyes were beginning to brim with tears, "I haven't ever been with a girl, in fact, I'd never kissed one until today and well, you kissing me, it's made me so happy."

"That makes two of us then, I ain't ever kissed a girl either. In fact, I hadn't kissed anyone for at least seven years and I don't remember that I much liked it. Then you came along and turned my world upside down."

"But I thought..." She stopped, unable to complete the sentence.

"You thought I was a lesbian because I'm big, strong and muscled, besides being a Special Forces soldier. Debbie, it's okay, you're not the first to think that. I'm flattered that you fancied me. I mean, you're so beautiful, you could have almost anyone on the base if you wanted. But me, I'm not a good choice. My job is very dangerous, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Of course I understand, but you know what, even one day with you would be better than none. Yes, I'd be heartbroken if anything happened Escort Bayan to you. But then, I'd be just as heartbroken if you turned me away now. Can you see that?"

"Yes, I can. I'm not going to turn you away okay, but I hope you know what you're getting into, I can be hard to be around sometimes, especially the day before an opp. Sometimes, even worse the day after."

"Pat, I'm a nurse remember, I've seen it all and I understand. There's only two things I want to say. You just told me that we're together now, right?" I nodded. "The other is, I'm sorry but I hate Pat. I'd rather I just called you Sarge than that."

"I'll think about it. You think we should grab some beers and get out of here?"

She smiled at me, "Oh, yes please, er...Sarge."

A few wolf whistles chased us out the door. I blushed for the first time in my life, Debbie grinned, "It suits you." We burst out laughing. I turned back to the door and stuck two fingers in the air, it brought the house down.

...

I told her to wait while I nipped into my room to collect some bits. We could have gone in there, it's now legal but you have to ask any other roommates for their agreement. I mean, who's gonna do that?

She clung to my arm, kinda almost skipping along, "Where are we going?" She asked me.

"Well, this camp was built for thousands, there's nothing like that here now. So let's just say, you want private, I get you private. You good with that?"

"Just as long as I'm with you then I'm good with anything."

"Anything? That gives me a lotta scope you know."

"Yes, anything, nothing held back. You name it, it's yours. I'm yours, capeesh."

I reached above the doorway, felt around a bit and then found the key. "Obviously you knew that was there?"

"Yes, I knew but I've never been here, first time, okay."

I shut and locked the door before I turned the light on. Fucking Jonesy! There was a bunch of not the freshest of flowers but flowers nonetheless. And a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Two glasses were alongside. Debbie picked up the card and read it, then showed me. It said, "Way to go, buddy, I'm happy for you both. Jonesy." Snooker match! My ass!

Debbie switched on the bedside light, so I switched off the overheads. Then she turned to me and stood, obviously very shy.

I kicked off my boots before I held my arms out to her, "Come here." I said softly. I wrapped her to me and kissed her as softly and gently as I knew how. I eased away, "I'm as new to this as you are but it's what we want, right? So should we just see what happens, I mean see how it goes?"

She nodded her head, a tear ran down her cheek. "Oh God, I want you so much." She took a deep breath, pushed me back to the bed before standing back away. She slowly began to unfasten her blouse. She'd seen me naked to the waist but I hadn't seen her. My eyes were riveted on her fingers as each button was undone. I could just see her lacey blue bra through the gap.

There was a nervous smile on her face when she undid the last button. For a moment she stood, just staring at me. Then she sort of shrugged her shoulders and the blouse slid down her arms. She caught it with her hands and held it at her waist, watching my eyes as they travelled over her upper body. Then she let go and it fell to the floor. Her hands went to her skirt button, then the zipper, and she eased the skirt down over her hips. I saw the little panties that matched her bra. The skirt joined the blouse on the floor and she stepped out of it.

Once more, she stood like a statue, she was enjoying the look on my face. She reached behind then slowly the bra was lowered. The swell at the tops of her breasts first, then the darker colour of her areola. She paused a moment, I glanced up at her face, then she continued down. Her nipples came into view. I wanted to reach out and touch them but I knew she wanted me to wait.

Now she stood in just her panties. Her figure was more beautiful than I had imagined. A lovely flat stomach, more muscled than I would have imagined. A slim waist above the curve of her hips. She looked like an athlete.

Her breasts were not huge but more than a handful. They stood up firm and proud, each areola was larger and puffier than mine, and they stood quite clearly away from her breasts. The nipples at each centre were growing as my gaze fuelled her arousal.

Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties but I beckoned to her, "No, please let me do that." She came to me, her lips lifted to mine and my hands felt the softness of her skin for the first time. Her hands came between us and she was undoing my shirt as we kissed. The kiss had become more intense by the time my shirt fell away. She pressed her breasts to me, I had to spread my legs apart to lower my body so our breasts could meet. Her nipples dragged across my own sending tingles all through me.

She fumbled at my belt, fighting the catch until it came free. Her fingers undid the top button, then the zipper, they fell to pool around my ankles. she pushed my boxers down to join them. Her sudden shove caught me off balance, I fell back onto the bed. Laughing, she grabbed the legs of my trousers and pulled. I was lying naked as she stared at me. "Fuck! So gorgeous." I barely heard the whisper.

I straightened myself on the bed and she came into my arms. "Just hold me for a while. I want to feel your body against mine." She said.

Her head lay in the crook of my neck, her lips lightly brushing my skin. I breathed in the smell of her hair and kissed her forehead. I had one arm wrapped around her back, holding her to me. The other lazy stroked her arm. I felt at peace with the world, life was now good.

She lifted her head, "Kiss me, touch me now, please." Her hand took hold of mine and guided me to her breast. It was soft and yet firm to my touch as I caressed all over. Can't be both surely, went through my mind, but then her nipple was between my fingers. It was stiffer than a Guardsman on parade. She gasped into my mouth as my fingers teased and twisted.

I thought that maybe I was getting the hang of this. Her head jerked back when I pinched and gave the nipple a pull. I lowered my head, kissing the curve of her neck, then slowly made my way to the swell of her breasts. I marvelled again at their beauty, I had to kiss them everywhere. She was moaning softly, I knew it was the sound of pleasure, it made me fill with happiness that I could please her.

My lips closed over a nipple, my fingers caressed the other. I took it between my teeth, lightly nipping, and she moaned even louder. My tongue teased her as I sucked. I moved my hand away from the breast, lower down, to run my fingers over her stomach. Her muscles tensed into a ridge as I traced their shape up and down, then little circles. I explored her belly button, then I was at her panties. My fingers trickled across the material, and I found the rise of her mound, pausing there to feel the hardness. Sideways and down to the bare skin of her thighs. My fingers lightly pressing, then barely touching as they dropped between her legs.

Her skin, so soft, delighted me. I was really getting into this. Her legs parted a little as I traced up the inside of her thigh. My fingers reached her panties, she rolled fully onto her back, her legs widening further. Now I could feel the dampness at her crotch as I traced the line of her pussy slit under the material.

I needed to feel her. I pulled at the side of her panties, exposing her to my touch. Once more my fingers traced up the length of her, this time her hips lifted to me. I dipped a finger in between her lips, I wanted to explore slowly and gently but her hips thrust up hard and my finger went deeper. The warmth and wetness welcomed my finger into her. I was as deep as I could reach, so slowly I withdrew until I could add a second digit to the first. Gently, I pushed back down while my thumb searched for that magic spot.

For a second she went still, "Please yes," as I pressed against her clit. Then her hips were rotating to the rhythm of my thumb playing her clit. I could feel it growing under my touch. With one hand she was pressing my head into her breast, the other had disappeared above her own head. My thumb left her clit as I began to pump my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her hips humped my hand faster and I knew she was reaching for her peak. I tried to rub her clit at the same time as my fingers worked. Her body went rigid, her insides gripped my fingers hard, so I rubbed her clit faster. Then she was shaking, "Yes, yes, yes, oh my God." She didn't stop shaking. "Fuck! Again, y...y...yes."

Her body went still, her hand dropped from its grip of my hair. I lifted my head to see her eyes closed tight, tears streamed down her face, she was saying something but I couldn't make out the words. I got worried, "You okay baby?" I asked her.

Her eyes opened peering up at me through her tears. "All right? I'm fucking wonderful." Her hands grabbed my head and pulled me to her. Her kiss was rough, hard and violent. She pulled back, "I bloody love you, Sarge." Her hand flew to cover her mouth, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

"Dawn, call me Dawn, it's my middle name. And I didn't mind you saying that. Actually, you can tell me that as often as you like."

"Dawn. Yes, I like that. Okay Dawn, I bloody love you."

I knew that she was probably waiting for me to say the same. I thought that I probably was falling in love with her but I wasn't ready to say things like that yet. So instead, I leaned and kissed her gently as I rocked her in my arms. "Shall we have a drink? We've got champagne, God knows where Jonesy got that from, must have cost him a bomb! Or we've got warmish beer."

"Champagne would be nice, it's so long since I've had any."

The cork struck the overhead lamp shade with a satisfying clang, just missing the bulb. I poured us a glass each before propping myself up on one elbow. From here I could take in the splendour of her body. I'd seen most of her when she undressed but what I hadn't yet seen was the parts that had been hidden by her panties.

The blonde hairs on her mound were neatly shaped into a narrow strip, she clearly kept them trimmed very short. I knew from my earlier touch that they were very soft and downy. The opening of her pussy was a tightly closed slit, like a young girl's. Different from me, she had no protruding lips, yet I knew I had felt some, they must be hidden inside.

My eyes went back to her breasts. Even lying down, they still stood up straight above her, they didn't hang to the side at all. The areola fascinated me. I'd always thought them to be just a different coloured area of the breast but hers were distinctly raised almost a quarter of an inch from the rest of the breast. Even though they were now soft, but still standing an equal height again, were the two superbly shaped nipples.

"Well, do I pass inspection? You've taken a good long look."

I smiled at her, "I can't believe just how incredibly beautiful you are. And you have a lot more well-toned muscle than I thought, that can't be just down to good eating or whatever."

"Thank you, that makes me happy. My muscles, well that's because I play tennis. A lot of tennis, I even thought of turning pro at one time. That was until I wanted to be a nurse. I still play though."

She put her glass on the bedside unit, then pushed me flat. "My turn," she said. Her eyes now roamed over my body, her fingers touching where she looked. "Lift your head for me, please," she asked. She pulled the pins and band free that held my hair fastened behind. I gave my head a shake so my hair fell to my shoulders. She combed and spread it with her fingers. "You have gorgeous hair and it makes your face even prettier, less like a big bad soldier." She giggled. It was the first time I'd heard her do that, I liked it. It was quite sexy.

This was turning into a running commentary. "I don't care what you said earlier but your boobs are delicious." Her fingers traced every inch of them. "Lovely nipples, I didn't realise how nice they are to play with until this morning." I could feel them stiffening as her fingers worked their magic. "Look, they're standing up for me, how nice."

The touch of her hand on my stomach made me shiver. "Tense for me." Although I felt a little awkward, I clenched my muscles. Hard bands raised across my stomach, her fingers following them all. "Such incredible strength." She whispered.

"No hair, you shave and it's so smooth." I didn't want to explain that I had to be shaved for the pee catcher to work when I was forced to wear the bloody thing. Her palm pushed down, a little finger just nudging above my clit, For a second, the finger pressed. I closed my eyes and sighed. She giggled again, I still liked it. I knew she'd pressed there on purpose.

"Oh wow. Your pussy is so different to mine, look at the lips, it's like a butterfly." I felt the bed move, the mattress changed shape. Her hands were pushing my legs apart. I opened my eyes to see what she was doing. She was kneeling between my knees, staring at my pussy.

She obviously had a thing about muscles, because once again, her fingers were tracing out each muscle on my thighs. Up each leg to my hips, her fingers almost touching my lips as they passed. On the way back down, she paused, her thumbs pulling at my skin, I knew my lips would be opening for her to see my treasure.

I watched as her face lowered closer. Then her lips gave mine the lightest kiss, then another, a little firmer this time. She lifted away and licked her lips. Fuck! She was tasting me. I saw her smile as her head came back down. At the last moment, before her mouth disappeared from view, I saw her tongue come out. Then a jolt shot through me, her tongue was between my lips. She was flicking it backwards and forwards, then probing deeper into me. Her mouth pressed hard to my lips. I could hear her "Mmmmm." Which was quickly followed by my moan.

Her hands reached for my legs, lifting my knees and pulling my feet towards my ass. She pushed them wider apart, inching herself closer to me.

Again, I jumped, my body tensing as her tongue was pushing to get at my clit. A finger and thumb were lifting and easing the hood back, then her tongue was flicking at me, enticing the growing button out. Her lips came to me and then sucked. God! I was going crazy, the feelings she was causing were so intense. I could feel her other hand pushing my lips wide then her fingers dove into me. She wanked me, at first slowly and gently, then getting harder and faster as she felt my hips rising to meet her.

My brain was a mess, I began to lose all awareness of anything, everything centred on the feelings in my body. My whole vaginal area felt almost on fire. Electric shocks pulsed my clit. The last thing I was aware of was my muscles Bayan Escort going into spasms and I was shaking violently. Then I was out of it as orgasms racked my body. I tried to count, but I couldn't, I was riding a wave of pleasure more extreme than anything I had ever experienced in my life.

Slowly, I became aware that Debbie was speaking, "Dawn, my love. Speak to me, are you okay?"

I opened my eyes and her face came into focus, I saw the worried look on her face. Her question registered. I tried to speak but my mouth wouldn't work, so I concentrated harder. "Dawn, what's wrong? You're worrying me." I heard her asking.

"What the fuck happened? Baby, I can't even begin to tell you. That was out of this world. Do me a favour and pass me a drink, please." She reached for my glass, "No the bottle, love. I seriously need a drink."

I gulped nearly half a bottle. Stupid really. It frothed and was coming out my nose. I coughed and choked for a bit until it passed. "Shit! I feel good." I managed, and then I was laughing. Soon, we were both giggling like idiots as she clung to me.

The bed felt wet under my ass, I reached down to feel, "The bloody bed's soaking, did I piss myself?"

"Technically, no you didn't pee, you squirted." Said, Debbie.

I considered what she'd said for a moment, "I thought that was crap. Anyway, what do you mean, technically?"

"Well, the short answer is that squirting is not exactly taking a pee. But it is widely misunderstood, especially by those that like to write about sex. You know, fictional stuff. They will tell you that it's girlie cum but it's not. It doesn't even have to happen at the same time. When it does though, the bladder releases watered-down pee, which mixes with the cum and you get a mixture when it squirts out. So it doesn't really taste like pee but essentially it is. It's now been medically proved."

"Shit! That's heavy stuff. I guess you'd know, what with being a nurse I suppose."

"No, not really. It's nothing to do with nursing but I have read the report on the study. It was pretty conclusive in its findings. Anyone can Google it."

"Enough with the science baby. You gonna tell me next that the G spot doesn't exist either."

She laughed, "It doesn't! Well, again not exactly. Popular fiction called it a 'spot' but there isn't one. Some women, but not all, have an area where the nerves and tissue extend down from the clitoris, this can give an area that is extra sensitive to stimulation, usually at the topside of the vagina. But it's not a physical spot as such, although the area can swell a little when it's stimulated. Strictly speaking, it's just another erogenous zone that works for some but not all."

"Well bugger me, tell that to all those erotic writers. Bet it'll cause an argument. I suppose you'll tell me you can Google it?"

"Yup! It's all there if you look."

"So tell me, have you got a 'G spot'?"

"I've no idea but it's never been found if I have."

"So what do you think, should I go looking for it?"

Her eyes were closed, her nose rubbed mine, and then her lips caressed. "I wish you would."

If you'd asked me a week ago whether I'd go down on a girl, you'd be flat on your back before you knew it. Now, I couldn't wait. I had tasted myself on her lips and found I quite liked it. Now I wanted not only to taste her but to see if I could take her where she'd taken me. I was going to enjoy this.

...

Neither of us had duty in the morning. So, after she came back down from her high, I simply held her close and watched her as she went to sleep. I had time to consider my feelings for her. They went a lot deeper than I had been prepared to admit. Maybe I did love her. I turned the question over in my mind, what did that mean? It was profound, right? What would I feel if she upped and went tomorrow? That's when I knew. I'd be devastated. I didn't want to even consider losing her. No, she was my girl.

I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She stirred, an eye half opened, "What?"

"I love you, Debbie. God help me but I love you."

Her eyes opened wide, a shocked look on her face. Then the tears came. Her arms came up around my neck and she buried her head on my shoulder. "I'm so happy I can't tell you. I so much wanted to hear that. Does that mean that I'm your girl now? I mean like, your girlfriend."

I rolled it around in my mind. "Yeah, I guess it does."

Fuck! My girlfriend.

...

There was a knocking at the door, "Pat, you there?"

Jonesy! Bloody hell, "What's up? Better be good." I knew it would be, he'd never have let anyone disturb us otherwise.

"Sorry guys but we've gone to standby. Some bad shit."

In minutes, we had dressed. Bed stripped. Bottles and glasses in my pack. "Come here to me, baby." I kissed her in a way that told her my heart was hers. For a while, I held her tight. "Thank you for my happiness, for what you've given me," I told her.

I saw her back to the medical centre, then went in search of Jonesy. He was in our quarters, assembling his gear. He straightened to study me when I entered, "You good?" he asked.

"More than good buddy and by the way, thanks for the setup. It was cool. Now, tell me what gives?"

"You didn't hear the explosions?" I shook my head. "Two attacks gone down in the city, intel's come in that we may be next." He had barely finished the sentence when I heard the whump, then a whole load more. I grabbed for my helmet and jacket, struggling into them on the ground. Loud explosions followed as the mortars detonated, near but not too close. As one, we snatched up our gear and ran.

We bent low as we crossed the roof to reach our assigned position. Our position was on the west side of the camp overlooking a container parking area. The huge containers provided ample cover for terrorist attacks. This was equally true of almost all sides of the camp. To my mind, it was in a stupid place.

A second later and Jonesy snatched up the radio when it squawked "Alpha Two."

"Alpha Two in position." was all he said.

I was busy setting up my tripod, the gun barrel pointing through the embrasure in our defensive barrier. Yeah okay, I know it's an old-fashioned term but I studied castles for a bit, so it's what I call it. Jonesy was scanning the area, but nothing moved. I heard several more whumps, they seemed to be coming from the east.

I saw smoke, then I heard the whump. "Two o'clock Jonesy."

He was scanning before I'd finished speaking. It seemed an age but was probably only seconds until he spoke, "Top row, middle block, green, red, red, yellow, the last green. That's where the spotter is."

I counted off the colours through my sights then studied the final green container. I saw nothing. Then a small piece of the roof seemed to move. I saw it was a large tarpaulin painted the same as the container, there appeared to be a hump to one side. I could just make out a small darker section at the edge. That's where he was.

Jonesy read off, "420 meters, wind twelve, southerly."

I adjusted my sights for distance, only a very slight allowance for wind. I shut my ears to the sudden barrage of whumps from all around the camp. The crosshairs lined up and as gently as a lover, I squeezed. The tarpaulin jumped, jerked about briefly, then went still. One down.

The radio squawked again, "Alpha Two, move. Join others at sector three east. Keep low."

Mortars rained in, loud explosions were now all around. Smoke billowed from the numerous fires. Gunfire could be heard in several sectors. This was a big one.

Jonesy, clicked twice then we were running. "Head north first Pat, towards the wall, then we'll cut east." Keeping a steady pace, I followed. I'd be useless with my rifle if I ran too hard.

I heard the briefest of whines, "Incoming." I yelled and we dived flat. The mortar exploded maybe thirty yards away, the force rolled me over, my ears hurt like shit. I couldn't believe that I seemed okay. "Jonesy," I yelled but he was up and moving.

We made our new position without further mishap. Other Alphas were already there, as well as more riflemen. I saw perhaps a hundred or so enemy. Some running, some crawling, others darting from behind one parked vehicle to another, they came towards us. My sniper rifle was almost useless for close-range moving targets, I concentrated on searching out the mortars or their spotters.

Between Jonesy and myself, we took out a definite six, with a possible three more. I told Jonesy, "They're getting a bit close, can I suggest you use your rifle and forget the bins, Jonesy." I carried on my search.

I saw a glimmer of movement behind a truck, then a little cloud of smoke. Now all I wanted was a target. I zoomed on a dark square shape, sorta behind and under the truck. Could just be. Again, I squeezed off. The truck lifted off the ground then rolled on its side with the force of the explosion. Several mangled bodies lay around the crater. My guess had been good, an ammunition box.

I could hear intense gunfire near the base gates, they were taking the frontal assault. The gates were manned by Afghan Security Forces, I hoped they held strong.

Whistles blew, the enemy was turning away. My rifle only had a five-shell box but five shots brought down five enemy. The silly buggers ran in straight lines. A quick box change as Jonesy shouted at me, "Eleven o'clock, mortar team."

Two guys carrying a heavy mortar, others carrying ammo boxes and a couple more, probably spotters were running. I sighted one guy with the mortar. He went flying. His mate staggered off balance, suddenly lumbered with the whole mortar, A second later and he also was in my sight. The rest had disappeared but I wasn't quite done. It was going to need a good shot. Jonesy saw what I intended. "Five quid says you don't make it, pal."

I didn't bother with an answer, I concentrated on my shot. The mortar went flying into the air, parts going in different directions. They wouldn't be using that one against us again. Jonesy just said, "Shit."

The radio told us we could stand down. We made our way back to ground level and headed in the direction of our quarters. "Why are the ambulances going out the gate, not to the medical centre?" asked Jonesy.

I started running, my heart in my mouth. I heard Jonesy, "Fuck!" We were side by side as we rounded the corner. Smoke and flames billowed everywhere, the place had taken at least one direct hit. Firefighters were working hard, slowly they were winning the battle.

I dumped my rifle and charged at the shattered doorway. Some guy tried to stop me, he went flying. The smoke was eye-watering, I pulled my goggles down. I was screaming for Debbie. Two bodies were in the hallway as I ran passed and into the treatment area. I was met with total chaos, shattered trolleys, equipment and furniture. The roof had gone completely.

It was her hair that I saw first. It was just showing from under a large sheet of wood. I bent and took hold of the edge, I tried to lift but it barely moved. "Weights," I told my mind. This time I squatted, then a slow press. My muscles were at bursting point, in desperation, I called on any reserves of strength. Still, it hardly moved, then I saw her eyes, they were looking at me, tears rolling down her cheeks. I screamed loud, my muscles sang and it was lifting. My body was shaking with the effort, I wouldn't last long. I was willing for her to move but I guess she couldn't.

Then I saw Jonesy, he reached under and she was being pulled free. "Not yet, Pat," I told myself. My eyes were screwed shut when I felt the tap on my shoulder. I let go and followed the wood down and I collapsed to the floor. I couldn't lift myself, my muscles had seized. The smoke was burning my lungs and I couldn't breathe. At least Debbie was out was my last thought.

...

Dimly, my mind became aware of a light shining in my eye. A face came into focus, well almost. Then it was gone. I heard voices, they were talking about me. "Fucking rude people." I thought. I tried to figure out what they were saying, 'lungs', 'heart', 'muscles', but it didn't make sense. So I gave up and went back to sleep.

I heard Jonesy's voice, "Nurse, she's awake." Then my heart lifted, the voice I wanted so much to hear, "Oh God, Dawn, you're back."

"Dawn! You're not supposed to call me Dawn in front of the others." It was a squeak from my tortured throat.

Then another voice, "Don't make her talk. Sergeant, you're not to try talking."

I couldn't see the guy. "Oh fuck off, I wanna talk, I'll talk. Okay." Then I saw him, "Sir." I added.

"Well, it's good to see you're recovering Sergeant." He actually grinned at me! "Seriously though Sergeant, you do have some throat and lung damage, I don't encourage you to talk, not for a while."

"Okay, Doc," I whispered, grinning myself.

Then I remembered, "Debbie, where's Debbie?" This time it was another squeak.

I felt a hand clutch mine, "I'm here."

There was nothing wrong with my head. I turned to the voice. She was sitting in a wheelchair, both legs and an arm in plaster but her face smiled at me.

I heard Jonesy, "I see you later buddy, don't let her overdo it Debbie, way to go yet."

My eyes didn't leave her face. She manoeuvred her wheelchair around, then her lips gently kissed me. I tried to lift an arm, I wanted to pull her closer. The pain shot through me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt." I croaked.

Her hand rested on my arm, "Dawn, don't worry, you'll be fine. You've strained all your muscles but they'll heal. Do you know, Jonesy told me you nearly doubled what you've ever lifted before. I'm not only grateful you saved my life but also, I'm so proud of you."

...

It was cold and wet but I loved it. I pounded along, I felt good. A voice behind me called, "For fuck's sake Pat, slow down will you." Jonesy, winging as ever.

I held the gate open for him, "After you old man." I pushed open the front door to our new cottage. "We're back baby," I shouted.

"You've got time for a shower, then breakfast's ready." She called back.

I snuck up behind her, she leaned her head to one side and I kissed her neck. We did it every day. But now she surprised me. She turned to face me, "Do you know what today is?" She asked. I feigned a complete lack of knowledge. Her smile faltered for a second but then the smile came back. "Well, today..." I pressed my lips to hers.

"Da da!" I exclaimed, then produced the two glasses, champagne and flowers, not wilted this time.

"You fool, you knew all along."

"How could I ever forget the day I took you to bed and the day I fell in love? Jonesy, come and grab a glass."

We toasted our anniversary, and then Debbie said, "I have something to show you two," she said, "read this."

It was addressed to DJD Security Services. (Think about it.)

"Fuck me, Jonesy, a contract. Twenty thousand pound retainer. Our first decent contract.

The end.