Prologue Part Two
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Prologue Part Two
Ten Years Three Months and Twelve Days ago.
As the night sky was illuminated by the lights from RAF Brize Norton the doors to the Globemaster transport plane opened. In the distance you could see the silhouette of four soldiers, brothers in arms who had returned from their successful mission. As they said their goodbyes until the next time, Woof walked alongside his buddy Tank, both happy to arrive home ahead of schedule.
“Three extra days off” Tank smiled, he was relieved to be back home, his new wife was heavily pregnant, and he could not wait to see her again.
“f**k yeah, did you ring Vicky and tell her you were coming back early?” Woof asked the only other guy in the group who was married.
“No, thought I would surprise her” Tank grinned happily
“Yeah, I thought the same, sneak in on Susan, and kiss the ever loving s**t out of her, f**k I missed her like crazy this operation” Woof grinned.
They had been married for just over a year now, but Woof and Susan had been together for years, childhood sweethearts who had made it, and he loved his wife now more than ever.
“I am thinking of not signing for the next six years, maybe start a family” Woof sighed out
“Really, you think you will be happy in Civvy Street?” Tank asked, some how he thought Woof was a soldier for life.
“Susan is getting a little upset about the time away, and well, maybe time to have some little Collie’s running riot” Woof grinned
Tank took a breath, although he loved and respected Woof, his wife was another matter, she had been the ringleader of the gaggle of WAGS that had been giving Vicky grief. They had looked down their noses at her when she first arrived, given their relationship was rather quick, after she fell pregnant within the first couple of months, trying to put doubt into her mind. But Tank loved her, and when you know, you just know so to marry Vicky was by no means a chore or an act of chivalry when she fell pregnant. He was a very happy man.
“Well, you do whatever you think best Bro” Tank smiled before walking out of the airport and into the waiting jeep to take them both to base.
As Woof grabbed hold of his bergen, he slung it over his shoulder, and with a smile on his face he walked into the married quarters house that came with the Job. As his key entered the door, he heard some giggling, yet there were no lights on in the house. Maybe his baby was watching a late night film in bed. Dropping down his kit at the foot of the stairs, he took them two at a time to go give her something else to giggle about.
As he opened the bedroom door, his d**k at half chub, every drain of blood left him, the pale light of the moon, through the window, split the shadows and two bodies lay their limbs entangled, as Susan sat bolt up right in bed, clasping the covers to her chest.
“Jason, your home early” she cried out
“Yeah, so it would seem, want to introduce me to your friend” the sarcasm thick from Woof’s lips
“It’s not what you think” she protested
“Really, so you f*****g a bloke in our bed is not what I think?” Woof growled out.
“Calm down Soldier” the voice ran out,
Woof froze, then filled with rage, he pulled back the covers as he glared at the man who occupied his marital bed, taking a look around the room, he saw the Army uniform discarded around the bedroom, as he picked up the MTP shirt, his eyes immediately found the crown on the rank slides, then taking a closer look at the officer who was now sat beside him he growled.
“Major Malloy, don’t expect a salute” Woof hissed out, his fist clenching, yet he controlled his aggression, if he hit an Officer, it would mean bad things for him.
“Look Corporal, we can all be adults about this” the Major stated,
Woof ignored him then turned to Susan.
“You are f*****g a Rupert, classic” he spat through gritted teeth the betrayal festering inside him.
“Jason, please,” Susan began to cry,
Woof tilted his head to one side, then shaking his head
“Your crocodile tears won’t work this time BABE” he growled
“Corporal, I must insist you calm down” the Major said now standing at the side of the bed, in all his naked glory.
Woofs eyes trailed down his body, as he shook his head once more, in a bid to control his rage.
“Typical Rupert, f*****g has a pencil d**k” Woof laughed, although there was no humour to it.
“Might I remind you I am a British officer” the Major squared his shoulders
“And might I remind you Sir, only in the f*****g Adjutancy corps, f**k you have never seen any real action in your life, you pen pushing arsehole, SIR” Woof shouted, then turning back to his wife he laughed
“Good luck with that Susan, now I am going out, finish off what ever you were doing, but by tomorrow I want you out of this house, and off this base, oh and SIR, please be reminded of the punishment for shagging a fellow soldiers wife, especially one in the SBS” Woof hissed, then stamping his foot with a mock salute, Woof left the room, picking up his kit, and walked out the door.
After wandering around the base for an hour, Woof found himself outside Tank and Vicky’s door, taking a deep breath he knocked.
As Tank looked at the face of his brother, he beckoned him in
“What the f**k has happened?” Tank asked
“She was f*****g Major f*****g Malloy, in my f*****g bed” Woof shouted.
Vicky walked down the stairs, then headed to the kitchen making some tea, Woof looked at her, she did not seem at all surprised.
“Vicky, did you know?” he asked his voice laced with anger
“No, but there had been rumours, I just chose to not get involved, especially after her comments about me and Tank” Vicky said.
“What f*****g rumours?” Woof asked, agitation rolling off him in waves, was he the laughingstock of the base, did everyone know his wife was a cheating w***e?
“He is not the first, she apparently had a long line before him” Vicky sighed out, passing the tea to Woof.
Woof shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat, then sitting down he took the tea from Vicky, and looked up.
“It is done, I will not be married to that, and I tell you what, no woman will ever trap me again”.
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