- Loving Wives
- Overwatch
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Click hereI was whisked off for a barrage of tests. Testing my eyesight was fun. I could only grunt so the doctor had to offer me a series of alternate answers until he got the right one. He eventually established that I was suffering blurriness in my left but my right was O.K. He told me it was probably just swelling pressing on the nerve and it should clear up in time. Everything else seemed as good as could be expected. The terrorists hid weapons and ammunition in the sewers and the wounds could become very badly infected. So they would keep me on broad spectrum anti-biotics for a while.
The porter who wheeled me back to my room was a guy I had worked with. I knew he was connected. In other words he knew people who might not look kindly on my membership of the security forces.
"Well, Drew, I never thought we'd meet again like this. Serves you right for trustin' those proddy bastards."
He laughed.
"Although, since you were shootin' at them I suppose you didn't trust them. The word is that you hit one. Didn't kill him though. They shoved a steel rod through the wound and dropped him off at the Ulster Hospital and he made out it was industrial. Hope it fuckin' hurt. You've nothin' to worry about by the way. I know yer straight so you'll be left in peace. Ye'll be in the secure ward anyway till yer moved to the military hospital."
That was as near a guarantee of safety as you were ever going to get. I will admit it was a big load off my mind. I wasn't as naïve as to believe that the reason I was in hospital could be kept secret.
Jean, my Mum and Dad, and Jean's parents were all waiting for me when I got back to my room. Jean's eyes were red and swollen, and her hair was a mess. My Mum and Jean's mum looked like they had been crying too. John and my Dad were looking very relieved. They also seemed to have a bit of a swagger about them.
Everyone started to talk at once. They seemed quite pleased I was still alive. Dad gave me a hard time because he always said only stupid people did brave things, but I think under it all he was proud I stood up to be counted when it mattered. Me, I just felt sore.
After a short time everyone went outside except Jean. I felt wary with her but I couldn't speak. It was just as well. I might have put my foot in it. What she had to say came as a shock as big as getting a bullet in the jaw.
"Drew, there's a couple of things you need to know. I know I should have spoken to you earlier but things happened that forced my hand."
My heart monitor gave me away. Jean flapped. The nurse rushed in to check and increased the medication. When she left Jean continued. I couldn't stop her.
"Last month I applied to go back to the Civil Service. I stopped working for Michael and the party on Friday and handed back the car. I had to; we're going to have a baby."
Where do those fucking birds come from?
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 month agoCould have been edited down to two or three pages. The rambling of disjointed sterile description does not qualify as good writing, no more than detailed shopping lists. This didn't do anything for me.
Anonymous3 months agoWriting was good. Ending was indeterminate. He needs a D A test on the baby since Jean was such a bitch. That happens later in a pregnancy, but much earlier in an affair.
Anonymous6 months agoHey hi strung bitch, who be de baby daddy? hubby or politician? liked the story, enjoyed learning british soldier slang, they sound pretty professional fo nat'l guard type troups. "dgfergie" hjas some cogent complaints. rk
Anonymous7 months agoInitially I have you 2 stars, I changed it to one. This was terribly. Nada confrontation, just some army-ish ramble, which meant nothing to me. 6 pages of nonsense which could have easily been condensed to one single paragraph.
Ocker53about 1 year agoIt seems everyone likes to change history, “He wanted to join the police because they where the most even handed” history and all the evidence show quiet clearly that the police and the UDR where not close to being even handed or impartial, nearly every inquiry held on the Troubles by the British themselves shows clear evidence of the overwhelming collusion of the Police and UDR had with the Protestant paramilitaries. Photographic evidence shows clearly police setting fire to catholic homes in the early stages of theTroubles. Hardly surprising when both the police and UDR where virtually exclusively Protestant. With a large percentage of convicted Protestant paramilitaries who where sent to prison where in fact also members of the police or UDR. Yes I know it’s a story but truth in history matters. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Karl_Hundassonabout 1 year agoNice suspense. Also good advice, don't act on what you think, act on what you know.
auhunter04over 1 year agoTis good to wait it out and see where things lie.
if they are good Ya
if they are bad cut strings and run MGTW
I messed up and stayed too long and it was pointless to cut the strings
Glad, very Glad cooler heads prevailed and things went right.
miket0422over 1 year agoEnjoyed the story as a whole. The ending, not so much.
Her car pulled up to Windy's house Friday night and never left. No other cars came to pick her up. So, what? She quit the party, turned in the car and stayed for one last weekend of fucking the guy before she came home to Drew?
Between the behavior, the odd hours, her intentionally picking fights so she didn't have to spend time with him. Not to mention when she started referring to Windy as Michael. Too much time spent proving she was cheating. Then two sentences to give us a weak explanation that she wasn't really cheating? Didn't really work for me.
dgfergieover 1 year agoThe story, it was more about the terrorism and fighting between the various idiotic factions in Ireland than it was about a cheatings wife, t least that it was my old old tired brain has come up with. It ends with her telling him she's pregnant? They hadn't been together for only a couple times in the last two or three fortnights? Did I miss part of the story? I am old so maybe my poor old brain was disconnected during some parts that mattered? I am afraid I have to agree with the anons on this one, what happened to the ending? Are you leaving us to make up our own? I have read some of your other stories and they all had endings so I am a bit disappointed in this one. You spent so much time when they were watching the house where her car was parked but nobody could confirm it was his wife going in and out or not. So why did you do that? What was the point? I usually give pretty good reviews because after all these are free stories and most of them are labors of love by the artist/authors but with this one I really felt like I was let down, so please finish the story, make her a cheating cunt or make her dedicated wife and explain her actions and disrespectful treatment of her husband, please! 3 stars
