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Basic Training
Port Washington, WI: 16 July 1998
I remember waking up early that day, the day before my husband of only a month, was due to report to Navy Recruit Command, to begin basic training to become a sailor for the United States Navy. In the back of my mind, the little girl that still lives inside, Dana Ivy Foster thought that if I didn’t move or make any noise, then I would be able to keep time from moving forward. That I could prevent the man who has become the center of my world, from leaving me to go become a protector and defender of our nation. I selfishly wanted to keep him to myself, another aspect of that little girl in the back of my mind, I never liked to share my toys, he was more important to me than any object I had ever owned. I know it’s usually not supposed to work out this way, but I knew in my heart, that I would give up everything that mattered to me, just to stand next to him. If he asked me to choose between him and going to school to be a lawyer, I would choose him, seven days a week and twice on Sunday, if he asked me.
He won’t though, because he knows how important being a lawyer is to me, not as important as him, and he knows that, but a close second, nonetheless. He knows how much I’ve dreamed of being an attorney, how much being the best means to me, and he understands being a lawyer takes hard-work and dedication, and I’ve never been good at multi-tasking. I know how to throw 110% of myself into a single specific task, but I have no clue how to do it for many tasks at once. He knows that, but he refuses to play second to anything, when it comes to us, he demands to be my top priority when we’re together, and I give him that much. So, when he decided that my dreams are just as important to him as I am to him, he thought of a way to allow me to give my everything to become a lawyer, but still be able to command my undivided attention when he is around. As a sailor, most of his time will be on his command, with time off every once in a while, he can see me, and for a little bit of time, I can take a break from being a law student, and be Mrs. Dana Ivy Halke, proud wife of a US Navy Sailor.
I come out of my musings, when I hear his heart beat change, it went from this rhythmic thrumming beat to a much quicker staccato. Since we became intimate, one of my favorite sleeping positions is to lay on top of him with my ear pressed to his broad chest and listen to his heart-beat. At first, I thought he would have a problem with it because of how much taller I am than him, but that’s not who he is, he does not have an insecure bone in his body.
Except for when he wonders, how I could fall in love with him, when he believes there are so many better men out there than him. And it is that insecurity that put the nail in my coffin, so to speak, about why I love him so much, that I want the last breath in my body to be about him. Don’t get me wrong, I think he is a handsome man, but there are men I think are better looking than him. Then, when I see him with his shirt off, I swear to God, my Richie can make my mouth water, both of them. He’s good with his hands, we still banter and tease each other over the pottery class, feel absolutely perfect when he touches me. He makes my pussy throb and pulse with need before he even goes near it, and when he’s thrusting inside of me, which while not porn star huge, definitely leaves a big impression on me, I feel so fulfilled and complete, I just want to cling to that moment forever.
He’s smart in ways I’ll never be, I can gather a lot of information through reading, but what I need to learn from a book, he can pick up, almost intuitively by doing. He picked up pottery in just half a class, so much so that the pretentious, arrogant, asshole teacher even called him a prodigy. Whereas I, the wunderkind, college co-ed, with more A’s than a cart full of apples, couldn’t make a pot to save my life, I’m the reason Tupperware was invented, as my boyfriend-come-husband so eloquently told me, when I started taking my frustrations at failing pottery out on him. Our little clay-fight was pretty cathartic, but I need to watch that, I can’t take my frustrations out on my Rich, just because I’m having a difficult day, that’s how abuse starts, and I would rather gouge out my own eye before I hurt him. It was the aftermath of the fight, once we’d gotten our aggression under control that made me realize, how much I love this man.
But the reason I can be with him, and not so much as glance at another guy, isn’t because of the wonderful man he is, it’s because he doesn’t realize how great he really is. From my childhood, I’ve never been a major fan of all of that alpha-male, bro-skee, egomaniacal bullshit, I want my man to be humble, kind, and a little bit meek. In my eyes, Rich is one of the best men I’ve ever met, but he doesn’t know it, I want to be the one to show him. I listened to his heart as we lay in each other’s arms, this would be the last time we will be able to do this, to be together in the same bed for a while. I knew he was awake, the change in his heart-beat, which I had become an expert at reading in the last four-months, was what tipped me off.
He knew I was awake too, the tightening of my arms around him was a dead giveaway, but he knew I needed to pretend to be asleep, so I could feel in control of the situation. Even if I knew in my mind that nothing was in my control, my husband was leaving me. There had been times over the past month that I would get angry and lash out, mostly at Rich, but my normal, verbal banter with JT became a little more barbed. I felt him begin to run his hands through my hair, which brought a smile to my face when I felt it.
I turned my face until it was flush against his chest, as if I could hide from the inevitable. All the while, Rich was soothing my own racing heart, by continuing to card his fingers through my hair. My arms and hands had fallen to his flanks and were only, barely brushing his sides, my Richie is quite ticklish in that area, and as I ghosted my digits down his sides, he gave a rumble of a laugh. This brought my lips up into a smirk, which given our relative positions, he was unaware of, except the movement of my lips on his muscular chest caused him to catch his breath in that most delicious way.
My blood began to race through my veins, singing in my ears, and going to many of my favorite places. The first brush of my lips on his body wasn’t deliberate, it was a happy accident, the kiss I planted on his left pectoral, was no less happy, but it was no accident. Another kiss on the same pec was planned as well, as was the fusillade of kisses I rained down upon him, flooding his upper-torso with sweet sensation. His torpedo, which had already sprouted in his usual indication of healthy blood flow, something for which I was supremely happy to learn, for myriad of reasons. The most basic was the feel of it laying snugly between our bodies, but it seemed like my kisses were giving it another reason to remain awake, and begin growing into its full, rigid, mouthwatering, ecstasy-driving magnificence.
My womanhood was growing steadily in heat and moisture, getting me ready to accept his essence within me. I wasn’t ready to take him into me yet, I wanted to feel him with other parts of my anatomy, I wanted every part of my body to crave him, not just my loins. My constant barrage of kisses, culminated with me taking his erect nipple between my lips, licking, and sucking on it until I feel him shutter underneath me. I switch to his other nipple, and give it the same treatment, all of this, while sliding my dewy cunt along his majestic staff, the friction was excruciatingly intense.
His hands slide along my body, as far as he can reach, leaving veritable scorch marks on my flesh. I just love the feel of his hands on my body, I can come alive from the merest brush of his knee against mine. When I feel that his nipples have received enough attention, I begin my descent, though my hands have already reached my ultimate destination, while I use my natural lubricant to begin, given while I ground against him, during the initial assault on my Richie. I gripped him gently, reverently stroking his cock just enough to keep him stimulated, but not enough to end it too soon, not that my Richie is a two pumped chump, when he really puts his mind to it, he can go on for a good thirty minutes, and that’s when he’s doing nothing but fucking my pussy.
I can tell my mind is sinking further into the gutter, because I don’t even think in such crass terms when I’m not aroused. It’s only when I’m making love to Rich, or finger-fucking myself, using a toy, that my mind descends into dirty thoughts, it’s the only time I let my base instincts take control of me. So far, only Rich has seen this side of me, although this morning, I will not be voicing any of the filthy language popping into my head.
The kisses I plant on my Rich’s torso, are heavier than butterfly kisses, but not heavy enough to leave marks on him. He needs to report to NRC in the same condition in which he left it, unfortunately that includes blemishes on his skin, meaning I can’t mark him as mine. I kiss down his well-toned stomach, he has been working himself to a better shape, since he got back from MEPS, getting himself ready for the physical demands basic training requires of you. While my love for Rich has grown far beyond what his body looks like, I would be lying if I didn’t enjoy the look and feel of his new physique, and in order to spend as much time with him as I could, I’ve also taken to joining him when he works out. I love it when he checks me out during our workouts, which have led to a lot of mutual core exercise sessions, also known as sex. I’m not afraid to say, the exercise, along with a healthy, balanced diet, has turned me from merely pretty, to smoking hot and firm, in all the right places. Something only my Richie gets the benefit of enjoying, as many times as he wants, anywhere we can get some privacy.
I reach his navel; I can’t help myself when I stick out my tongue and circle his center. This causes his warm, hard cock to literally jump in my stroking grasp, I hear him let out a deep moan. At this point in my trek, I’ve moved down the expanse of his body, until I was nose to dickhead with my third favorite appendage on my husband’s body. His arms are my first and second favorite, because while his dick brings me near to Heaven, every time he enters me, his arms around me, are Heaven. I continued to pump him, keeping myself from giving into my ultimate goal for the moment, by remaining fixed to his belly-button. I could feel him vibrate in my hand; it seems I had found a new arousal point for him.
I finally couldn’t take any more self-torture and took the crown of him into my orifice. I had my brow pressed into his now firmer abdomen, while my oral appendage lapped at the tip of his dick. I was swirling my tongue around the tip, bathing him in my spit while luxuriating in the taste of him. I always thought that I would never give a man oral, let alone like it myself, but with my Rich, I can never see myself not doing it for him. It’s just one more way I can show him how much he means to me, how alone I feel when he is not next to me, even in a crowded room, surrounded by all of my family.
I take pride in my fellatio-skills, I’ve read a few books on it, and experimented with dildos and the real thing, only with Rich, of course, and I know that the secret to good oral, is not about how deep I can take it. It’s about tongue-action, and stimulation of the right areas, proper suction, and exhalation, knowing when to let up, or when to keep doing what you’re doing. Of course, just because I don’t need to go deep on him, doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t do that for him, “ache, ache,” during the months we’ve been sexually active, I have practiced suppressing my gag reflex. My Rich isn’t the biggest I’ve seen, when we’ve watched porn together, but I do think he’s well above average in the dick department. More than enough for me to enjoy, in any orifice I have, “ACHE, ACHE,” I allow Rich’s dick to bottom out in my throat, when I feel his hand return to the back of my head.
My eyes find his and the look he gives me has extraordinarily little lust in it, there’s respect and understanding, respect for me as his wife, as a woman, as a human-being, even respect for my skills in pleasuring him. Understanding that as his wife, I enjoy doing this for him, I don’t feel obligated to do it, I want to do it because it makes him happy. I like doing it for him because I take pride in my cock sucking skills, that he will be the only recipient of these skills, and that this is a side to myself, I only intend to ever show him. I am his wife, but also, his slut, willingly, thrillingly so, for him and only him, will I be slut-Dana. I also like doing it for him because he has no qualms about doing it to me, not only does he do it willingly, he enjoys it almost as much as I enjoy him doing it to me. There were a few lazy days after he proposed, when he spent a good hour, munching on my pussy, and I couldn’t wipe that silly grin from my face for days.
Part of the skill-set needed to be good at sucking dick, is the ability to accept the emissions that come from an aroused cock. I’ve never had a problem with that, because one thing that took me by surprise, when I began going-down on my Richie, is that I seem to enjoy the taste of jizz. A little more, now that he’s been eating properly and working out, but even in the beginning, before his diet changed, I liked swallowing his release. So, normally I would very much enjoy sucking him off, this morning however, I have other plans for his seed. It will go nowhere today but into my vagina, not to impregnate me, not yet, someday when we’re ready it will, today I just want to feel him, to consume him utterly, and make him a part of me.
They say that when you eat something, it becomes a part of you forever, well I choose to believe the same can be said for semen, when it is released into a woman’s vagina. Even when she’s on the pill, hell even when she isn’t, something has to happen to all the other sperm that weren’t able to find an egg. Maybe the woman’s body consumes the failures, and turns them into nutrients, to replace some of the energy she lost during the act of sex itself, I don’t know, and I really don’t care to find out. I need to believe that every time my husband orgasms inside me, he’s leaving little pieces of himself within me forever. So, no matter how long the next nine-weeks may feel to me, I will feel like Rich is still with me, inside me, strengthening me, bolstering my heart, and supporting my body, the way The Lord, supports my soul.
Letting Him Go
17 July 1998: (If you want to set the rest of this Chapter to music, the author recommends “How Do I Live,” or “I Need You,” by Leann Rimes.)
Dana and Rich pulled up to the bus station, an hour, before the bus taking him to Great Lakes was due to depart. He had his ticket, and mostly just the clothes on his back, the Navy would give him everything he needed when he got there. They were in Rich’s car, the vehicle in which, he drove all the way to Massachusetts to get me, the first time, he told me he loved me, we also rode all the way home in it. She thinks about that time and smiles, and mom worried about me losing it to him while we were in Chicago, it was a wonder I didn’t let him have me on that road trip from Cambridge. We spent as much time making-out on the drive home, as we did actually driving, luckily, we weren’t stupid enough to do any of that while the car was in motion. We were so keyed up from confessing our feelings to each other, I may have let him take me on that first day.
Dana turned to look at him, as he stared out the windshield at the bus terminal, two days… we spent two days on the road alone, just him and me being a couple. Two days, forty-eight hours, 2,880 minutes, and every moment of that time are memories I will cherish for the rest of my life. We couldn’t afford a hotel, so we slept in the car, at a rest stop. I woke up the next morning remembering how safe and protected I felt, I was laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around me. He was holding me so close, like a little boy afraid to let go of his teddy bear, and ironically it was me who wanted to protect him, in that moment I vowed that I would protect him. His good heart, his strong feelings, his beautiful smile that lights up my universe, when I see it on his face. It was also then that I became greedy for him, selfish for his affections, his touch, his lips, his wonderfully, deep, brown eyes that seem to shine like the night sky when he looks at me.
All of that happened while we were in this car, which was already old when he got it, likely from his dad. It likely only had a few more good years on it, before we would have to talk about selling it, probably when we wanted to try for kids. Rich turned his head to look at her, and smiled unsurely, “I’m going to write to you as much as I can, babe. You’re going to have a lot on your mind learning the ropes of your new job,” he said as much to reassure himself as for me, “you’ll come to my graduation, before I ship off to Texas for Hospital Corpsman ‘A’ school, and from there I pick my specialty. I know you’ll do fine without me, for the next…”
“… 4 months, 18 days, 472 hours, 28,387 minutes, not counting today, until I can see my husband again,” Dana cut into his lame attempts to reassure her. Rich just nodded before turning to stare down at the floor, but before he could understand what was happening, Dana had moved from the driver’s seat into his lap. Dana straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips, even if it was summer and the car was a convertible, Dana had elected not to put the top down, and Rich now knew why. Dana had left the house wearing a V-neck, knee-length, solid-redwood, Hem-ruffled, summer dress, and as she settled into Rich’s lap, he found out why. She had either forgotten or neglected to wear panties this morning, and Rich was just wearing a pair of loose-fitting slacks, and a generic t-shirt.
“What are you doing, Dane,” he asked, though he had a rather promising idea, and he would never be opposed to it? As long as she continued to want him, he would always be ready to fulfill, all her needs, whenever he could.
Dana lifted Rich’s face to hers and looked him in the eye, even if she continued to grind down on his groin, her expression remained serious, “It doesn’t matter how you put it Richie, you’re going away. I know in my mind that you’re doing it as much for me, as you are doing it for yourself, and it makes me love you, so much more than that simple, four-letter word can describe.” Dana could feel Rich rising to wakefulness and was herself beginning to weep joyfully from her loins. Her breathing was starting to come in pants, “I am so proud of you, and being your wife, fills me with so much joy and happiness, that I sometimes wonder how I can contain those feelings inside me without bursting. I love it, whenever someone calls me, Mrs. Halke, I get so giddy during those times, that I can’t wait to come home to you and show you how happy you make me.”
As Dana was talking, she was virtually humping her husband’s cock through his pants, and he could definitely feel a dampness, seeping through to him. Not that he cared, his ridiculously hot and sexy wife was wanting him very badly, and even if he were willing to deny her, she would not be forbade. It all took him back to yesterday morning, she was insatiable, she was practically devouring him with her vagina, and of course he was eager to be consumed. Still, he had to ask, “couldn’t get enough of me yesterday, babe?”
This brought a salacious smirk, which lit up her face, “nope, I am a glutton for you, dear,” she said all of this while unbuttoning and unzipping him. She pulled his lower garments down to his ankles, standing up briefly, before gathering the skirt of her dress in her hands, and returning to his bare lap. It pooled around them, mostly, so that the only thing visible to the naked eye were their top-halves, and Dana’s arm snaking between him to take hold of him. Dana never broke eye-contact during all this maneuvering, and her expression never waivered as she deftly began to stroke him.
Rich’s breath began to move in concert with the cycling of her hand, she moved forward and began sliding her pussy, up and down the length of his dick. He could feel layer upon layer of Dana’s essence painting over his manhood, she leaned forward until her mouth was next to his ear. “I am addicted to you, Richie,” she whispered through a deep breath, “and I shall never, ever be sated,” she maneuvered herself until she hovered over him. He could feel the humidity of her swampy cunt, wafting over the tip of his distended flesh, then she slammed her hips down over him, and he knew, as he always did when he was inside his wife, he was in Heaven, or as close to it as could be found on Earth.
“Heh, heh, oh God, Richie,” Dana exclaimed in his ear, struggling to keep her voice down, as she welcomed him within her once again! She was squeezing him with her arms as well as her pussy, her mouth was still next to his ear, she was just barely hanging on to her sanity, and Richard Michael Halke, loved that he could do that to a woman as smart and strong as Dana Ivy Halke (nèe Foster). She finally reached enough coherency to pull back and look down at him with a haze of lust, need, and fathomless love. It was the one thing he was sure of when he proposed to her, she loved him with everything she had, he has never seen anything, since they got engaged that made him doubt who held her heart.
Rich ran his hands over the material of her dress, up from her waist, fingers spanning the width of her flanks, but when he reached the chest, he maneuvered them until he could squeeze her perky breasts through the material of her dress. This was when she began thrusting with her hips, “mm, Dana-baby,” Rich growled.
“Oh, yes, Richie,” Dana cooed, thrusting faster, up and down his length, “love fucking you, only you… only you, forever fucking me.” When Dana was excited, she liked to talk, when she was turned on, she became a dirty talker, Rich was silent, his mind unable to process his thoughts into speech. “Because, I’m yours… yes-yes-yes… only yours to fuck, this pussy is yours, my asshole is yours… oh, yes… I love it when you fuck me in the ass. When you use my mouth and dump your cock-cream down my throat, I love that too,” Rich pulled down the neckline of her dress, exposing her breast to the light, and took it in his mouth, “yeah, get some tit. I know you like them, I’ve seen you ogle me in my halter-top, don’t worry, love that, and its okay for my husband to look at my body like that, because I do it to you too. When you’re helping Frank in the yard, with your shirt off, God, I just want to drag you home, and fuck you until you can’t move.” All the time she had talked about that, she had never ceased pummeling his cock, when she got to the part about him with his shirt off, she was practically stabbing her vagina on his penis.
Dana had already had several mini-orgasms, as she had sex with her husband in the passenger seat of their car. She felt another one coming on, this was going to be her peak, and wanted to do it with her Richie, so, doing her best to maintain their current pacing, she moved her face back to his ear. “I’m on the pill, Richie,” his stride lessened incrementally so she knew he was hearing her, “I’m on the pill, today, I will be when I get to see you at your graduation, from basic and your Corpsman ‘A’ school, but someday, my Richie, I want you to fuck a life into me.” His tempo began to increase when she said that, and his cock began to twitch, which brought a beautiful smile to Dana’s lips, “you like that idea, baby?” Rich’s only answer was an ever increasing pace, “fucking a baby into me, drilling me so good that you knock me up with our child. I want that, Richie, I dream of the day I can look down at my distended belly, knowing you and I are joined irrevocably together forever. I need to be a mother, as much as I need to be your wife, and I want you to be their father,” Rich’s cock surged up into her pussy with awesome vigor, “you’ll be a wonderful father, baby, because you’re already a wonderful husband.”
Now, Dana was increasing her stride, because everything she just told him was God’s honest truth. He is a wonderful husband, he’s insuring our future by leaving, allowing me to pursue my dreams with all my heart. Going out into this country and becoming one of its defenders, its protectors, its Few Good Men… “I love you; I love you, Richie,” she sobbed with ecstasy when she reached the end, her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal-wave. Dana threw her head back in rapture, her eyes closed, with her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping her from falling off him, in her mind she is crying out to God, Thank you, Lord, for giving me this man to be my husband, please keep him, happy and safe and motivated, until I can be there with him. In Jesus’s name, Amen!
As Dana came down from Heaven, she felt her husband’s seed pour into her, and each spurt of his warm, life-giving seed, sent her on another trip of euphoria. “Ah, hah,” she grunted when she felt the last of his release.
“I love you, too, Dana-baby,” her soulmate stated with his own deep emotions, “and you will make a great mother.” Dana extricated herself from him, luckily his car had bench seats, which allowed her to just slide over, she leaned over to take his cock into her mouth, once again. It was one of her post-coitus rituals, to use her mouth to clean him off and get one more taste, before they had to part, however briefly. This time, it would not be as brief…
They cleaned up, she put on panties from her purse, and stepped out of the car, they had been at it for a good thirty-minutes, still plenty of time to make sure of final arrangements. They got inside and found Cassie there waiting for them, she had her own bus ticket, she was going into the Navy with Rich. They were part of a buddy program that allowed friends from the world, to go together into the military, it even gave them a small bump in pay. Since they were considered to have recruited each other.
They chatted with her while they waited. When Dana had first met Cassie, she was a little intimidated with the closeness, she and Rich seemed to have. It was unusual for a guy and a girl to have that kind of bond, without romantic feelings being in the mix. Dana remembers her bachelorette party, and the talk they had when they went to the restroom. Cassie and Dana were fixing themselves up in the mirror of the ladies room, when Dana admits her concerns over Rich and Cassie’s relationship. That was where, Dana began to understand.
Cassie looks at Rich the way Dana looked at Mark, her little brother, “Of course I love, the dork, but he ain’t my type, he’s too much of a pansy for me. I’m into bad-asses, guys that could chew you up and spit out a better man,” Cassie told Dana, “so you don’t have to worry about me moving in on Rich. Not that he’s a cheater or nothing,” Cassie immediately defended her best-friend, then added to help Dana feel better, “if you have to, think of me as a girl-shield, as long as I’m with him ain’t no girl gonna get within three-feet of him. If they don’t take the hint, I’ll be more forceful about it,” Cassie added with raised fist, “not that he’s a cheater or nothing.”
Dana just smirked, “I’ve never thought that for a moment, he doesn’t even look at other women when we’re on a date, or even just out on a walk. JT says as much when they’re out together, doing ‘guy-stuff’ as he puts it,” Dana’s smile broadened, “the fact that it irritates JT to no end, just makes me love our dork, even more.”
“There you see,” Cassie emphasized about Rich, “pansy, he don’t look at me like that when we’re together either. I’m a woman that’s used to getting stared at, I know I got it going on,” she said, while doing a small vogue, “but he just sees me as his best-friend. In my book looking ain’t a crime, but my man better keep his hands and other appendages, to himself.”
“I’ve never forbade him from looking either,” Dana told her, “that’s just Rich’s weird code of honor. Hell, I look at other men, and I can even say that some are better looking than Rich.”
“Yeah, your eyes are open,” Cassie agreed with a nod of her head, before stepping closer to Dana and getting in her face, pressing a finger, roughly into Dana’s breastbone, “like we said, looking ain’t a crime and you acknowledge that your man ain’t the best. You’re not a love-blinded fool, your eyes are open, but that’s all that ever be open for anybody but Rich, and your gyno-doc, while you’re with him. Because if you break his heart, or abuse him in anyway, I’m gonna break you.”
After that, even with the shovel statement, Dana began to feel a little more at ease with Cassie. Hell, it is the same with Mark, when he brings home a girl that looks to be more than just a Friday night fling, she will be doing the same thing with her, though a little less barbaric. If it comes to getting physical though, Dana will let Al handle any women like that, while she and Karen mentally and emotionally intimidate her.
Back Home
Alicia ‘Al’ Lambert, in a red, white, and blue string-bikini, laying on a beach towel in her back yard. Came up for air from the furious stint of kissing, she had been doing with her secret boyfriend. She turned her head away from him to sneeze, when he spoke, “Are you feeling okay, Allie?”
“Just fine, Mark,” then she looked up at him with a tenderness she rarely allows herself to show, “and I love you too.” Before pulling her step-brother back down upon her, and they resumed their previous activity, she has never, really accepted him as her brother, she has, however, always thought he was cute.
Return to the Bus Station
Dana and Rich were holding each other in a tight embrace. The bus to Great Lakes had arrived a few minutes ago and would be departing in five. Rich was tucked under Dana’s chin, listening to her heartbeat, Dana pressed her cheek into the crown of his head. They were swaying to an unheard melody as they held each other like a lifeline. Dana felt tears stinging the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, he has been nothing but supportive to her, and she would be damned if she was any less for him.
Then the worst two words in the English language, rang out like an omen of death, “All aboard!” She clutched him even tighter than before, and against her will, her tears began to fall. Dana pressed her face into his temple, she wanted to be strong for him, to let him be who he is and get started on their future. So, why was she weeping like a lovesick girl, she never wanted to be like all those women, who need their man to be by her side all the time.
Dana was no different, she didn’t simply want him with her, she needed him to be there, and it wasn’t just being sick in love, it was homesickness, he was her home. No matter where they were in the world, when he’s walking beside her, his hand in hers, she’s home. She pressed kisses to his head, then his forehead, his cheekbones that she hoped their little boy would inherit, his jawline, which would look adorable on their daughter, his chin and nose, and ultimately his luscious, soft, supple lips that took her away to nirvana. As much to hide her shame at her weakness, as it was to convey how much she loved him.
Rich, however, knew her like the back of his hand, he may not like reading as much as she does, but when it comes to the Book of Dana, he can read it from cover to cover and never be bored. He stepped back, and with his own left-hand grabbed her left-hand, maneuvering them until their wedding-bands were right next to each other. He stared up into Dana’s face and smiled, “do you know what these are, Mrs. Halke?”
Slightly confused, but still happy to be called that, she smiled, “our wedding-rings?”
Rich shook his head with an indulgent smile, “they’re us,” he said, and at her confused look, he elaborated, “we bought them together, searched for them together. You picked it out, because something about it resonated with something in you,” Rich explained, “yes, you bought it with me in mind, but unless there was something about it that appealed to you, you would have picked a different ring. The same thing happened with me, I thought about what you’d like, but I also thought about how it reminded me of you, how unbelievably blessed I am, that a woman as smart and sexy and hot as you, would choose a bumpkin like me.” He saw that she was about to remonstrate him for putting himself down, so he hurried on, “the point is, when we exchanged these rings, we weren’t just handing over some glittering hunk of metal, we were handing each other pieces of ourselves, we were entrusting pieces of our souls to each other. So, no matter how far apart we are from each other, in terms of distance, we are never separated, we are still in here together,” Rich pressed his right-hand to his own chest, then reached up to caress Dana’s cheek, and wipe tears away from her eyes.
Dana pressed her own hand to her chest, and understood what he was saying, she then leaned into his touch, and felt the ring she gave him, scratch against the one he gave her. She looked at her ring, it was not the most elaborate and expensive ring, but to her, since he placed it upon her finger, it had always been the most important thing she owned. She took it off, only when she took a shower or went to bed, but she put it in a special jewelry-box, next to their bed in the drawer of their nightstand. Now, after he put it in this new light, when she looked at her ring, she would feel as if she was in his arms, her own personal Heaven.
Dana opened her eyes to see him looking at her, and she felt all of her strength return to her. Now, the tears leaking from her eyes weren’t from the fear of being separated from him, they were from how powerful her love for him ran. There had been more than a few people casting doubts about why she had chosen him as her husband, and this was one of those reasons, because he knew how to talk to her, how to speak to her heart. She aggressively grabbed his collar and brought him to her in a passionate kiss, her hand gripping the back of his head. They came up for air but remained locked as she stared into his eyes, “I love you with everything that I am,” her eyes were intense as she spoke, “now, go be the magnificent sailor, I know you can be, because you are already a magnificent man, and an awesome husband.”
Dana watched him smile that gorgeous smile, gave her one last kiss on the lips, an “I love you too,” before he ran to the bus. As, Dana watched it pull out of sight, she had an almost prophetic vision of their future together.
Dana’s Vision
He and Cassie will be in the same division together, 361, an integrated division, or Inter-Division, where the standards for physical fitness are not as high as for all male divisions, and there is a derisive attitude for them from many of the drill instructors. Well, Rich and Cassie will not allow that to stand, they will rally all members of their division to not allow themselves to be restricted. Two of their Recruit Division Commanders are female, and do not get the respect they would if they were men, their male RDC, is one of the few drill instructors to have respect for lady-sailors, because his mother and grandmother were Navy nurses. His grandmother even served at Pearl Harbor during the attack by the Japanese. They decided to not only do better than the all-male divisions, they decided, and succeeded, in breaking all previously held records for performance at NRC.
Their division pennant created by Rich and another recruit, will be Rosie the Riveter, in a female sailor’s uniform, with a similar-style, male sailor, they name him, Cracker Jack. Rosie is in her iconic pose, but instead of a closed fist, she and Jack are clasping hands in unity. They will get the highest Academic scores, and have the best physical fitness scores, not to mention the highest Bravo Zulu record in the history of Navy Recruit Command.
Rich will graduate at the top of his ‘A’ school class, and be stationed at Camp Pendleton, to begin his training for Special amphibious reconnaissance corpsman, basically a special operations medic for Marines. He will remain in the Navy for twenty-years and retire in 2018 as a Master Chief Corpsman, seeing action in both Iraq and Afghanistan, earning two Purple-Hearts, a Bronze-Star, and the Navy Cross. He will retire from the Navy and go to medical school to be a surgeon.
Dana will follow him to Camp Pendleton, attend law school at Santa Barbara & Ventura Colleges of Law, and will be admitted to the Bar in the Autumn of 2002. While Rich is away for training or on ops with the Boys, as they came to call his team, she will throw herself into her work to take her mind off whatever danger he may be facing. She will become a damn good attorney, specializing in personal injury, real property, and tort law, she may not win all of her cases, but she will pride herself on getting the best possible result, for her client, and for her firm.
On, 3 March 2008, Dana and Rich will welcome, Shannon Carol Halke into the world, at 7 lbs. even, she will become the apple of her daddy’s eye. She will seem to take after her, Aunt Alicia, and Cassie, more than anybody else, she will be a major tomboy for most of her life. Then on, 26 July 2010, Marcus Thomas Halke, will come screaming into the world, at 8 lbs. 5oz. he will be a hefty boy, and a total mama’s boy.
Return to Now
Dana comes out of her reverie, with a hopeful smile on her face, before turning to go home. She had a life to live after all, and to think, all of this began when her mom went to Mexico, and met and fell in love with an uncouth, uncultured Neanderthal.
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