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This is my first attempt at erotic fiction and any feedback would be gratefully received. Please remember that this is fiction and not based on reality. I hope you enjoy!I'm Mark, a 36 year old partially disabled veteran who was born in the U.S. but grew up and was educated in England. I was always a very fit person, playing rugby for the school team, as well as karate, fencing and fell walking. Not to say I was some kind of jock, in fact I was something of a nerd and still am I suppose, when it comes to Science Fiction. Anyway, at the age of 18 I broke my mothers heart by telling her I was returning to the States to join the Marines.*Now don't get me wrong, I love my mum but I also had soaked up from her the idea that a citizen should in some way serve society. I knew that she was afraid for my safety and didn't want to see me go off to war, but I had my heart set on a career in the Corps. She tried every way she could to get me to change my mind, argument, emotional blackmail and even screaming matches became a regular thing in the months before my flight.*She even tried to get one of her girlfriends to seduce me, which almost worked until I overheard them plotting. It was the last straw. I packed my bags that night and spent the last three months sofa surfing with friends and working all the overtime I could get. Luckily my boss was sympathetic and so I was working 12 hour shifts and squirreling away every pound I could. By the end of the three months I was exhausted but also 5,000 pounds better off.*When I boarded my flight to New York I was filled with excitement but so tired that I fell asleep as soon as we took off and didn't wake up until we touched down at JFK.*On getting to the city I checked into the YMCA and slept for 3 days. only getting out of bed to eat in the greasy spoon next door. Then I went straight to the recruiter's office and within two weeks I was off to boot camp.*Of boot camp I will only say that if you haven't been through it, no words can describe the sheer hell of it. Part of the process of turning a civilian into a Marine calls for breaking the entire personality of the victim... I mean recruit and rebuilding it the Marine Way. It was the hardest thing I have ever done, but also the most rewarding.*After boot camp I was shuttled all over the place, more training, exercises and deployments and even more training. When we weren't in the field we were always studying something, and I made sergeant seven years later for the second time (the first time I got into a fight off base and got busted back to corporal.)*Then during a night exercise I was badly injured in an accident which resulted in, after a year in recovery, my discharge on medical grounds. Jobless, disabled and alone in California is not a good place to be. The VA was amazing, helping with finding me a good job as an insurance investigator, an apartment only two blocks from the ocean and two miles from my office and helping me take out a small loan to decorate and furnish my new home.Two years later I had made a good enough reputation as an investigator that I had been promoted to Senior Investigator and was put in charge of the whole Southern Californian district, from San Diego to Los Angeles, kocaeli escort (https://pomada.org/) with a staff of thirty to scrutinise and investigate over 70,000 claims a year.*I had also been able discard my crutches in favour of the sturdy ebonised walking stick my squad had presented me on mustering out and was regularly walking the two miles to and from work and to the local shops. I used my company car only for business, or on those days when the pain was too severe to walk, leaving it parked at work and getting my PA to drive me if I needed it.*It was late one May evening, about 10pm, when I left the office and began the stroll home after a most excellent week. My team had caught two multi-million dollar frauds and some hefty bonuses. This would result in me taking a well deserved holiday for the next two weeks and the perpetrators taking a much longer 'vacation' at the States expense.As I walked it was dark enough that the streetlights were beginning to flicker into life, so I decided to reward my self. Now don't think I'm a drug fiend but sometimes I will smoke a joint either as a reward for something or when the pain from my injuries stops me from sleeping. I won't smoke before or during work, but some evenings or weekends I would and I always carried a single 'emergency' joint for the walk home. As I had a doctor's prescription I didn't fear being stopped by the police as I had registered with them as being a prescribed smoker, so I 'sparked' up.*The first puff was just starting to hit me when I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman trying to run in stilettos coming toward me, with the sounds of heavier, male treads pursuing closely. Into view came the sight of a woman of about my age, dressed in a tight little black dress, wearing a pair of 4" heeled ankle boots and as she came toward me an expression of horror flashed over her despairing face as her heel broke and she sprawled to the floor at my feet.*Her two pursuers skidded to a halt a few meters away, one of them swinging a chain, the other armed only with his huge bulk and halitosis which was making my stomach churn even from that distance! I saw confusion which turned into contempt as they took in my walking stick and the bulky thug snarled at me."Stay out of this, Cripple, this whore owes me money!"*I looked the thug directly in the eyes, took one step over the prostate woman and raised my cane. As I did so I began slowly twirling it end over end, increasing the speed until it was a blur and I began speaking."For shame Gentlemen, for two to attack one is unmanly and for two armed men to attack one unarmed woman is cowardly!"*I was talking formally, trying to gain precious seconds as they tried to parse my language, also hiding my anger with a mocking tone which cut the chain wielder deeper than a knife wound. He leaped forward, swinging his chain with a scream of rage. His friend was slower off the mark and was actually scratching his head!*Catching the chain with my cane, I allowed it to bind the chain and pull it's user off balance, kneeing his chin. As his companion hit the floor, the hulk-like one roared and started to run toward me, his arms outstretched as if to hug me. I lunged forward with my cane, ducking the bear kocaeli escort bayan (https://pomada.org/) like hug and striking him in the centre of his forehead with the steel ferrule of my stick.*As he slid unconsciously to the ground I heard a woman scream"Duck!"I dropped down quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid the tip of the chain as it tore a line of fire across my brow, then I heard meaty thud followed by a strangled male moan. As I wiped the blood from my eyes I saw another woman, who was helping the woman with the broken boot to her feet. The thug was on the ground clutching his groin and trying hard to breathe.*"Quick," she called to me, "Into the bar!" pointing towards a tavern down a nearby side street.* I nodded, got to my feet and as they passed me, joined them, helping them through the door. The bar, unlike most I had been in was brightly lit, large and full of comfortable looking armchairs tables and about an acre of polished walnut countertop. Aside from the three of us there were only a short, worried looking man sitting at the bar wrapped around a half empty bottle of bourbon, and the barkeep, a tall beer barrel chested man with a huge handlebar moustache."Uncle Mike, Help!" called my rescuer."Cushlamachree!" exclaimed the barman.*Rushing though the open trapdoor at the end of the bar and reaching us as we levered the lady with the broken boot into a chair he handed me a clean bar towel which I applied to the cut on my forehead. Cut, Hell! It felt like the grand canyon!*As I staunched the blood from my not serious but enthusiastically bleeding head, I took a look at the woman I had helped to rescue. She looked to be about my age or maybe a few years younger, 5'8" tall with long flame red hair and a look of almost elfin beauty, her tiny nose and cheeks speckled with delicate freckles. She had what looked to me to be perfect c-cup breasts, a wasp waist and legs that seemed to go on forever. Just my type! Her friend was a lush, rubenesque, raven haired woman who only just looked old enough to drink, who was dressed in the Goth style in a long black evening dress which allowed me a look at her generous cleavage, upon which I could see tattoos. Suddenly I felt a wave of dizziness and I sank down into a chair.*By this time the raven haired girl had explained to 'Uncle Mike' what had happened and the beautiful redhead had wrestled her footgear off her feet. She stood up and came over to me."Thank you!" she said, bending and kissing me lingeringly on the lips.*It was like being hit by a lightning bolt. Every hair on my body rose and suddenly the room was too hot and my trousers seemed too tight as my long neglected libido reared it's head- literally! I saw her eyes glance down and a impish smile flitted across her bow shaped lips. She put her hand to my crotch and gave it a squeeze as she looked back into my eyes."Wait for me while I fix my makeup."*With that she rose and hurried to the ladies room followed by her friend.******************************************* ****************"To the Victor, the spoils!" rumbled the barman in a smoke roughened Irish accent, slapping a large tumbler of whiskey into my hand and grinning lasciviously at me."I don't even know her name!" izmit escort (https://pomada.org/) I complained plaintively."If I know that lass, you will boyo, you will!" chuckled the Irishman.*I sniffed the whiskey, smiling as I recognised the scent of Black Bush and I rolled a sip appreciatively across my tongue sighing with pleasure as the heat of fine Irish liquor gently warmed my throat and belly.*As we talked, Mike Seamus O'Brien (as he introduced himself) plied a blow by blow description of the fight out of me and my almost entire life history, 'Oohrah'ing when he heard I was a medically retired Marine. He confided that he had been a Marine himself, served his 'twenty' and used his savings and GI benefits to qualify as a barkeep and buy this bar.*"I'll bet Uncle Mike didn't even tell you our names!" I heard from behind me and the two ladies appeared"I'm Vicky," said the raven haired Goth, "And this is Suzanne.""Call me Suzy" said the redhead sitting as close to me as she could."And our Hero is?" asked Vicky"Allow me," said Mike grandly waving toward me*"Lassies, permit me to introduce Sergeant Mark Bull, USMC retired, currently a Senior Investigator at Consolidated. Don't let this one get away Suzy, I feel he's a good one, even if he does tilt at windmills!"*I grinned, raised my hand to my chest as if touching a wound. "A hit, a palpable hit. Yes I admit it, I have a White Knight complex the a mile wide! I see even a hint of anyone, especially a damsel in distress and it's 'Sancho my horse!'" "Eye," rejoined the barman "and you wouldn't change if you could, I'll warrant!"Refilling my empty glass he then moved to lock the main doors, exclaiming as he did that he couldn't open the bar with no staff, thus informing me that Suzy and Vicky were his bar staff. As we all talked Vicky cleaned my wound with deft, sure movements, pausing only to warn me when she applied antiseptic and spray bandage. Suzy distracted me with conversation and Mike kept us all topped up with drinks. I learned that the thugs were part of a street gang that had recently started to accost staff and owners of local businesses demanding 'tribute' on pain of pain, a situation Mike swore would be resolved.*" Vicky, Suzy, I want you to take the weekend off," ordered Mike "I'm going to call a few favours in and deal with those Gangbangers once and for all!"*At about 1 am Mike kicked us out, thrusting a clinking bag in my hand with a wink."I'm sure you'll think of something to do with these!" before locking the door with a booming roll of laughter.*We headed out, me agreeing to walk the ladies to their front door, which surprisingly was only a few minutes from my apartment. In half an hour we were sat in Suzy and Vicky's lounge sipping on the whiskey Mike had given us, waiting for a pizza delivery and chatting away.*Vicky left the room for a few minutes and returned with a joint for each of us."Why don't we have these and the pizza in the hottub?""I've no swim shorts!" I replied regretfully but the girls insisted that my boxer shorts would be enough.*So when the pizza had arrived, been paid for and plated up, the girls went upstairs to change. I took the food, drinks and joints outside to the already churning hot tub, stripped to my boxers, lowered myself into the water and closed my eyes in pleasure as the hot swirling liquid began to relax me.*I was so relaxed in fact that I didn't notice the girls slipping in beside me until I felt a warm kiss on my lips and a hand on my rapidly engorging cock.