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It Was an Order From General Newhall

“I take it your daughter has accepted this separation and pending divorce?” Kiley asked.
“Better than I had hoped for. She didn’t care for the charade we had to put on for the public when I left for London.”
“I guess I don’t understand. Why did you put on the image of a loving couple parting as the soldier goes off to war?”
“It was an order from General Newhall. As chief of staff he reminded me of my duty to country. It was my duty to show I was the same as the men that would be sent over here to die. I had to be the epitome of mom’s apple pie and all the other American dreams,” Mark explained.

“I take it your daughter has accepted this separation and pending divorce?” Kiley asked.
“Better than I had hoped for. She didn’t care for the charade we had to put on for the public when I left for London.”
“I guess I don’t understand. Why did you put on the image of a loving couple parting as the soldier goes off to war?”
“It was an order from General Newhall. As chief of staff he reminded me of my duty to country. It was my duty to show I was the same as the men that would be sent over here to die. I had to be the epitome of mom’s apple pie and all the other American dreams,” Mark explained. “I’m pursuing the divorce quietly. Once we win this war my marital status won’t matter when the husbands start coming home.
“I don’t understand the letters,” Kiley stated with confusion.
“Neither do I,” Mark agreed. “I haven’t seen these letters and I certainly didn’t write them.”
“I give them to you and I get yours. I swear I do!” Kiley defended.
“We need to investigate this when we get back,” Mark ordered. He was silent for a few minutes. “Kiley, we still need to talk about this thing between us.”
“There is no this between us,” Kiley objected. “Is it so impossible for you to address it as is? We shared a sexual encounter. Nothing more and nothing less.”
Her comment hurt Mark. He thought of it as a lot more, not less. For weeks he agonized about his indiscretion. He hoped she could forgive him for his lust and greed. After all, Kiley was only a few years older than his daughter. “You were repulsed by the encounter?”
“I don’t believe you,” Kiley snapped. “I enjoyed the sex immensely. It was wonderful. You made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. It was a pleasurable, wonderful, magnificent, and wish we could do it again encounter.”
“You don’t think I’m too old for you?” Mark asked not believing his own ears.
“You may call it old. I call it marvelous experience.”
“You enjoyed the night?”
“Very much general. I enjoyed that night very much,” Kiley replied. “You needn’t worry about me expecting more. I’m a big girl. I realize it was just a moment, but to me it was a wonderful moment and I want to keep it that way.”
Mark sat back against the seat. Martie had continually told him she hated sex with him. She complained about discomfort and his inadequacy to bring her pleasure. This woman was telling him she enjoyed him and the pleasure. “I want to keep it as a wonderful moment also.”
Kiley smiled. “That’s all I ask, sir.”
Mark had thought about this conversation for weeks. He dreaded it, feared it, and avoided it. Now he was thrilled he had it. Mark felt more relaxed than he had been in years. She enjoyed the sex. Suddenly he felt his male organ harden. Just remembering Kiley had brought his male appendage to life. He wanted to make love to her all over again. Where could they go? Everyone knew his car. Dallas was following in a jeep behind them. They just couldn’t pull over somewhere and find a grassy park. They were in the battlefield of rubble, pits, dips, and ruts. He found he was rarely alone with Kiley. This trip was planned with her driving just so he could talk to her. God, he hurt for her. He decided he’d better think and talk about the war or something very embarrassing for him and Kiley would happen. “I think we need to stop and get something to eat. You packed some rations didn’t you?”
“Or we can find a troop along the way. Maybe they might have some hot coffee,” Kiley suggested

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