What Now, My Love?

I'd no more then gotten back to SP HQ when the alarm went off again. This time it was the O bar across from Nancy's. I was on my way again. It took awhile as the assholes didn't want to give it up. I finally got order restored but there was some breakage so I was going to have to fill out a complete report, taking names and ships involved. There were going to be several pissed off Executive Officers Monday.

Mama-san thanked me as I left to get back to SP HQ with my report.

Luckily, I got the report finished in time to catch the last liberty boat because in those days the piers were off-limits when the last boat left.

Sunday was almost a carbon copy of Saturday, except that by the time I got the report finished it was too late. The last boat had left. I was stuck in town.

As I left the bar Mama-san said, "You stuck Chief-san, waterfront closed." Now I was really pissed off. She went on to say, "After you call ship and file report, come back, I buy you drink."

Returning to SP HQ I had the radio operator notify the ship. I was told to make sure that I mustered in at SP HQ first thing in the morning so the ship would know I was still alive and kicking.

I went back to the bar and Mama-san let me in, turned the front lights off, and locked the door, as the bar was supposed to be closed.

By the forth drink I knew that she called herself Mae Ling and she was from Tsingtao in Shandong Province. Hell half the Chinese bar girls in the orient are named Mae Ling. I knew where she came from because she was almost six feet tall and damn good looking.

It wasn't too long before I got to thinking about where I was going to crash for the night. Mae Ling surprised the hell out of when she said, "Chief-san, you have room at Nancy's." I smiled when I thought about a certain Supply Officer who was not going to be a happy camper when he got this bill.

Mae Ling closed the bar and walked across the street with me to Nancy's.

Mae Ling and I had a late evening dinner in the restaurant and then she escorted me to my room. A few words in Chinese on the phone and there was a knock and drinks delivered. The next knock was a maid to pick up my uniform to clean it.

By now I was totally confused. Where the hell was all this service coming from and who the hell was paying for it?

After I stripped to give my uniform to the maid, Mae Ling waltzed me into the bathroom to scrub me up. After all the drinks I was a happy drunk sailor. After Mae Ling got through cleaning me up I was a very happy horny drunk sailor.

The combination of a naked woman soaping me down, playing with my peter, rinsing me off, playing with my peter, being drunk and five months without any pussy made for a lusty night and with me being buried in Mae Ling's pussy for a large part of it.

In the morning when I woke up Mae Ling was gone and the guilt and remorse set in. After thinking it over I decided that from now on I was going to be a good boy again and I was going to carry this secret to the grave with me.

The ship suffered an engineering casualty and we were stuck in port for several extra days. I ended up on Shore Patrol three more times but without incident as the crew was broke and walking around like happy, smiling, hung-over zombies.

Mae Ling and I were back to Mama-san and Chief-san.

I never did find out who paid for that night. The Supply Officer didn't 'cause I never got a bitch from him. I'd swear on a stack of Bibles it wasn't Mae Ling. Why did Mae Ling screw my socks off? It sure wasn't my charm or good looks. Could it have been the bar owner?

When we left Kaohsuing it was to head back to the gun line off 'Nam again.

Six weeks later we left 'Nam and Subic Bay behind us to head for Yokosuka and home. In Yokosuka Doc had all the crew tested to make sure none of us was bringing an unwanted present home.

The Talk Resumes

The first question out of Beth's mouth was, "Was that the only time?" I assured her it was.

"If you were going to keep it a secret why tell me? To hurt me?"

"I had to tell you, honey, and yes it was going to hurt you but that wasn't the reason."

"Come again?"

"When this talk started, I told you what I might feel like about the baby. If our marriage is going to work, I had to remove that in some way so that I could never use it as a weapon against you."

After a moments silence she said, "At first it sounds crazy, but I'm beginning to understand. Our individual infidelities are off the table."

With what was the first smile today, I asked, "Our what?"

"Our .. Oops, sorry, lost my head," she returned, with a soft smile of her own.

All this time she'd been laying with her head on my lap. I found myself idly stroking her hair and her body was beginning to relax.

She slowly turned her head to face me and queried, "Matti, honey, do you think we can make it? Do we need counseling?"

Her body once again stiffened at my response, "There's a problem."

"Oh . ."

"With my security clearances, if we go to counseling on the base and it gets out, and it will even if it's the base Navy Padre, my career is on the rocks and shoals. Counseling in town is also dammed expensive."

"How about Father Macmillan at St. James?"

St James is the Catholic Church she sometimes drags me and Gabe to even though I'm not a Catholic myself.

Monday we picked Gabe up from school and that week we started our counseling sessions twice a week in the evenings with the Padre. The only problem was the SOB kept trying to convert me.

It worked pretty well though, because in two months we were making love and not just fucking to get our rocks off.

One night after we'd really gotten it on I asked her about her coldness on that first night. She told me that she was so terrified that my just touching her body would let me know what she'd done, she just froze up. Go figure.

Epilogue:

The yard overhaul worked out to be a stroke of fortune. Beth was three weeks overdue and the doctors at the Naval Hospital were getting ready to induce labor when her water finally broke. Because of the overhaul I was still in the states and not over off 'Nam again.

At 2:00 am on a cold Winter night I learned one of life's greatest lessons: Standing next to Beth's bed in the Navy Hospital I held a small bundle in my arms and the tears flowed as I looked at the 8 Lb. 4 Oz. bundle of brown-haired, blue-eyed baby girl who would always be mine and Beth's Amanda Sue Heikkinen.

All too soon we again deployed but there was a mutual certainty that the mistakes of the past wouldn't be repeated.

On our return I was amazed at how much Gabe and Amanda Sue had grown.

Beth had learned a great lesson too. She never again drank more then one alcoholic drink, except on those rare evenings when Gabe was at Ed and Sue's and Amanda Sue was sleeping peacefully in her crib.

Two months before our next deployment we had one of those nights. It was a wonder we didn't destroy the house because the bedroom was a God-awful mess, and we'd made love in every room in the house that night.

The ship deployed once more, and just before we pulled into Pearl Harbor the Chief Radioman, with a huge grin on his face, put a message in my hand:

"I hope your happy. You've got a sex-crazed two month pregnant wife waiting for you. All My Love, Beth."

I think I forgot to tell you, Beth is one horny, horny woman when she's pregnant.

The End

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Ronnie Wachuka

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