Chapter 1

How I Met Her I had been in the Marine Corps for slightly more than 6 years, the better part of three of them spent in the jungles of South Vietnam and now I was about to be involuntarily separated from the service I loved. Rather than take my discharge on the East Coast I had elected to remain in California with a buddy of mine who had gotten out six months before. He was one of the "lucky ones" I guess and had served his entire tour at Cam Ranh Bay working in intelligence at the US Naval Air Facility there. I, on the other hand, alternated between working with the Hmong, running Force Recon versions of LRRPs, ambushes, and doing interrogation of captured prisoners before sending them up the intelligence chain. We had met when one of the ambushes I had set up snared a couple of high ranking NVA and NLF officers. Along with our two prizes was a former ARVN battalion commander who had betrayed his unit getting far too many of them killed.

When I had radioed base and told them who I had it was quickly decided to pick up the prisoners and my team by air rather than have us hump our way out. We still had to hike more than thirty kilometers to the pickup point to avoid compromising the village we were working with. The pickup went smoothly and before we knew it we were in the land of hot showers, cold beer and bacon cheeseburgers with fries. Anyway, to make a long story short I got called in to provide some background intelligence on the area we were working and that is when I met 1st LT Lexter Matthews. He was the one who handled my debriefing and we became friends.

That blossomed into a true friendship several months later when on R and R in Hawaii I stepped into a fight between this Marine and four civilians with this cute chick standing off to the side. I didn't like the odds so I got involved. I laid out three of the attackers while the guy took care of the fourth one. It was when he turned around that I recognized him and we greeted each other like long lost brothers. The upshot is that his girl had a friend and we spent the next two weeks fucking and sucking all over that damned island, even sharing our girls and an occasional threesome on both. We parted company at Tan Son Nhut and promised to stay in touch as he caught a ride back to Cam Rahn Bay and I caught a bird back to my base.

Three months later he was out and two months after that an ambush we had set up backfired. We managed to fight our way through, but not before all of us were hurt pretty badly. After the fast movers played with matches and set fire to the jungle on three sides a dustoff came in and picked the five of us up. Each of us had multiple holes in our skin, but nothing really damaging except for my left leg. A sniper put a round through my left kneecap blowing it all to shit. After getting patched up I was put on that wonderful freedom bird to the States as my time, after nearly three tours in that luxurious garden spot of Southeast Asia was over. Some people asked why I went back so many times and the only answer I could give them was the people I worked with, the Hmong.

I spent the next four months in Balboa Naval Hospital while the holes in my body healed. The problem was that they couldn't heal my left knee, because not only was the bone blown to shit but there was a big chunk missing. I did a hell of a lot of thinking and soul searching and finally decided that this was the right course for me to follow. A week later I was minus my left leg from just above the knee. Unlike many others who had lost a limb, I never really experienced phantom pain and the doctors couldn't understand why. I like to think that is was because I had taken the time to reconcile myself to its loss and although this may sound silly say goodbye. I know this sounds stupid but I made peace with that part of my anatomy. Once I got out of surgery and settled I dropped a card to Lex telling him where I was and a bit of what had happened.

Four days later he walked into my room with two absolutely stunning blonds hanging on to him. He identified them as Shelia and Samantha and asked them which one wanted to be my Florence Nightingale.

Shelia stood about 5'6" tall with a really nice set of what I figured were 38D tits and a really nice hourglass shape to the rest of her. Samantha was nearly 5'10" tall and had 36C breasts that fit her slender frame perfectly. Both had blue eyes although Samantha's eyes were this deep ocean blue and Shelia's were the light blue of shallower water. Both women wore their hair down past their waists. Both were dressed in sleeveless tops that made it easy to see that neither was wearing a bra and both had on micro-mini skirts and leather sandals.

They were both so damned good looking I could feel my cock getting hard. The girls whispered between themselves and seeing me trying to conceal my, by then, raging hardon walked over to the side of my bed and before I could stop them raised the sheet. They both looked down, licked their lips, and looked at each other. Now I am not all that large being just less than seven inches in length, but fully erect I am very fat at almost three inches in diameter and it had been a while since I last got laid. "Rock, paper, scissors," said Shelia and when Samantha nodded yes they began that children's game over the middle of my bed. The first four games were ties and you could feel the tension build.

The fifth game started with the formalized chant of "One, Two, Three" and they flashed out their hands. Shelia showed two extended fingers representing a pair of "scissors" and Samantha showed a closed hand representing a "solid rock." It took her a couple of seconds to realize that she had won, but when she did she jumped up and down squealing. It was fascinating to watch her tits bounce under her top and I could tell that there wasn't any sag to them because when she stopped bouncing they returned to the center with the nipples slightly upturned following the contour of her lower breast. Samantha put her hand around my cock and bent over and kissed the head of it giving me a great shot of her tits hanging free and damned near making me cum.

I was still bedridden with my leg swaddled in an absolute mound of bandages and a sling supporting it and I still had three other bullet holes and a couple dozen shrapnel wounds to heal. Samantha asked if I would like her to give me a blowjob and it took every ounce of my willpower to say no. Seeing the look of hurt and rejection in her eyes I told her that I knew she would give excellent head and that as soon as I was able to I was certainly looking forward to getting one from her, but I couldn't take the chance right now of pulling any of my stitches or reopening my wounds. Lex stayed for about 30 minutes before leaving with the girls and I could hear the wolf whistles as they left. Samantha promised to come back every day and didn't miss a single one right up to the day I was discharged from the hospital. Her blowjobs were magnificent!

After 4 months in the hospital, almost to the day, me, my crutches, and the peg leg they gave me were released to limited duty prior to discharge. I had to check in twice a day and had to report for 2 hours of physical therapy every day, but the rest of my time was my own. I had taken to staying at Lex's place or occasionally staying a night with Samantha while I looked for a place of my own but everything was so damned expensive and I simply couldn't afford anything on what I was being paid. I had let most of my pay and all of my combat pay accrue during my nearly 3 tours in country and while I was in the hospital. Lex, although he was a lawyer by education, was working as a stockbroker for the family business and asked if he could invest either part or all of it. I thought for a bit and finally said sure turning the entire account over to him.

Hell I was just a few weeks shy of my 25th birthday and I had nothing planned. I had wanted to stay in the Corps and maybe buck for a slot at OCS. If I had made it I was going to stay until I retired, but that wasn't going to happen now. Lex was an absolute wizard when it came to stocks and he took my initial investment and in 3 months had turned it into nearly $150,000. I wasn't rich, but I could afford a couple of things if I so desired. One day, chilling out on the deck at Lex's place, I got a letter from my mom telling me that I had a letter from some attorneys in Oregon. I couldn't think of what they wanted from me, but told her to send it on.

Life to that point was good. I spent a good portion of the day either laying on the beach or stretched out on the deck working on my tan. In three weeks time or so I was going to get discharged and I planned on filing for disability with the VA and probably go to college back home since there were rumors that the government was about to increase the amount it paid veterans returning to college by a significant amount. But still I wondered what the hell this letter mom was sending me was about.

Nearly a week later I got the package with the letter from mom and was sitting on the couch at Lex's place when I opened it. Inside was a really nice letter informing me that I was the sole heir to a great-uncle's estate. He was my dad's uncle and I vaguely remembered meeting him back when I was 10 or so and I remembered that he was really old back then. My dad had died shortly after that and Christ I hadn't thought of him over the past 14 years or so and to be honest I thought he was long dead.

There was a list that started off with a house and all its contents, about 60 acres of land up on the Oregon coast, a sailboat, and a bunch of other stuff. The letter didn't say why I was his sole heir, but explained that were I to present myself in their offices and conclusively prove who I was they would turn the entire estate over to me. The one thing (among many) I found odd was that if I was in the service I was to appear in my full dress uniform and have a copy of my military records with me.

I guess I was still in a bit of shock. When Lex, who had told me just to move in and not worry about finding another place to live, came home. He found me lying on the couch with my leg stretched out on an ottoman. He said it took him nearly 5 minutes before I came around.

When I finally was back in the world of the living he asked me "What's up brother, you look like you're in a state of shock. You're not having another flashback are you?" he asked with obvious concern in his voice as that was something we both suffered from. At the time there wasn't even a diagnosis for PTSD let alone any form of real treatment available from those assholes in the military or at the VA. I still had a lot of repressed anger in those days and a really short fuse when it came to the government and, to be honest, about a lot of other things as well. Lex understood because he had been there, but i doubted that many civilians ever would

"Nah man, I'm cool," I said "You remember that letter from those attorneys up in Oregon I told you about?"

"Yeah," he said "Why? You're not in some kind of trouble are you?"

"No," I replied and handed him the letter. He was silent as he read the letter, pausing now and again to look up at me, and whistling out loud at least once (I figured that was when he saw the list of what I stood to inherit) before he folded it back up and handed back to me.

"WOW!!!" was the first word out of his mouth followed by, "Jesus Christ brother, if you're not rich you're at least damned comfortable! When you planning to go up there?"

"I don't know," I said. "My discharge is effective in two weeks so it needs to be before then so I can wear my 'Blues'. I know that much. "The problem is," I went on, "I don't have any wheels and I know my leg and I aren't up to an 18 hour bus ride."

"Hey, that's no problem," said Lex. "I'll take next week off and we'll drive up in my new ride." Lex had just purchased a 1958 Bentley S1 in immaculate condition from an estate sale and was real proud of showing it off. It had belonged to some actor who, while he never made the "A-list", had worked steadily in the business for decades. He called in and made the arrangements to take the time off and we were set.

It being Friday we decided to leave out around mid-day Saturday and drive to just north of Sacramento, spend the night, and make the rest of the trip on Sunday so I could be at the attorney's office first thing Monday morning. I called the attorney's office and identified myself and said that I was calling in regard to the Ian Ross MacGregor estate and was asked to hold for a moment. The voice that came on the line stated that he was Vernon S Hawkes and he was the senior partner of the law firm. We chatted for a few moments and he asked me some questions that only a family member would know the answers to. Just before we ended the call I asked why I had to present myself in my full dress uniform. Mr. Hawkes was silent for a moment and asked if that would present a problem. I said that it wouldn't but I was curious about the requirement. Mr. Hawkes was silent for a moment more and started to say something then seemed to change his mind and simply said that all would be explained when I arrived. I told him that he could expect to see me on Monday morning at 0930, dressed in my full Class A "Dress Blue" uniform.

That task out of the way, I called Samantha and asked her over as Lex and I were throwing a small party. Up to this point Lex had always picked up the tab whenever we went out on a double date or threw a party because, as he said, both he and his family were, while not filthy rich, loaded and he was making at least 20 times what I did a month so for me to shut up. I did the math once and figured that since I was making, as an E-6 with over 6 years in, the munificent sum of $504.00 a month he was earning slightly more than ten grand a freaking month.

Anyway I decided to splurge and went all out. I called a liquor store that delivered and ordered a full dozen bottles of Moet de Chandon Champagne and a catering service known for their excellent food, including appetizers and full course meals. I didn't want to go out as moving around was still difficult for me, not to mention painful. I figured that Lex and whoever he was seeing at the time - Shelia having left the month previously for some wannabe movie star - and Samantha and myself could have a little private party of our own. I still had the remains of a quarter pound of really good Mexican pot and between that and the champagne figured we would have a hell of a good time.

The champagne arrived chilled, as I had requested, and then Samantha and Judith, a petite brunette with at least 36DD knockers on her and a sweet smile, arrived. I twisted up a couple of joints to stimulate our appetites and we opened a couple bottles of the bubbly. We had about 45 minutes before the food arrived so Samantha and I retired to the bedroom to satisfy one of our cravings.

Samantha was one of only two women I had met in my life that could actually swallow that monster in my pants without gagging all over the place. How she did it remains a complete mystery to me, but from the very first time she gave me a blowjob, down her throat it went. We had no sooner closed the door to the bedroom than she had my shorts down and my cock in her mouth. It took a bit of doing since Samantha has what one would call a one track mind and she didn't want to stop once she had started, but I finally got her to release me and I stretched out on the bed. Now I could play as well and quickly got her panties stripped off her and her leg thrown over my chest.

She was, in addition to being a world class cocksucker, highly anal-erotic to the point where even the lightest brush of a finger or flick of the tongue over that pink rosebud was enough to sent an orgasm ripping through her. Her clit was enormous compared to all the others I had ever seen and like her asshole was extremely sensitive to touch of any kind. I pulled her cunt down to my face and inhaled that musky odor of aroused womanhood. Sticking my tongue out I started just before her asshole and licked all the way to just before her clit scooping all those wonderful juices into my mouth while she tried to rotate her bottom in such a way that my tongue would caress either her asshole or her clit preferably both in a single pass.

Samantha began rocking back and forth as she continued sucking on my cock and as her ass rocked inward I would withdraw my extended tongue so that it was barely touching her cunt lips and when she reached the end of her inward swing I would extend my tongue poking her directly in the center of her asshole. Sometimes I would lick, others probe, and yet others do nothing and she never knew what I was going to do from one time to the next. This was a little game we had developed and it drove her absolutely bonkers. Then as she began her inwards rock my tongue would form a scoop and gather all her delightful juices once again. As we both got closer to reaching our orgasms she stopped rocking with her clit directly over my mouth and I obligingly sucked it in after flicking it with my tongue half a dozen times or so. She began trembling harder and harder and then, after tweaking both of her nipples, I slid hand down her back and over her slender ass sinking my thumb all the way into her ass. She began bucking and thrashing as wave after wave of a monstrous orgasm ripped through her. She pulled my cock out of her throat, swirled her tongue around the head and began swallowing as I let loose with blast after blast of my cum. My face and hair and entire upper body was drenched with her cum and I needed a shower - badly. I pulled Samantha up so our arms were wrapped around one another and gave her a kiss.

"I need a shower babe, want to scrub my back?" I asked her with a half leer on my face.

"You're a sex fiend," she said. "All you seem to think about is sex, laying in the sun, and more sex."

"What else is there for me to do right now sweetheart?" I replied. "Hell, I don't even get out of the Corps for another two weeks and I haven't thought much beyond that point."

"Well perhaps you should," she snapped. "We'll talk after you shower."

Getting out of bed is always a bit of a challenge. When I was in the hospital it wasn't too bad because the beds sat much higher, but these civilian beds sit way too low. I finally made it up and as I hobbled my way into the bathroom wondered what the hell was up with Samantha. She was acting mighty weird. When I got out of the shower Samantha was sitting in a chair and when I sat on the bed she said, "Jake we have to talk."

"Oh Crap," I thought here it comes - this is where she tells me she is pregnant and I'm the father. "Sure babe, what do ya want to talk about?"

She must have seen the look on my face and said, "Don't worry, I'm not pregnant, but we still have to talk."

Relief flooded through me like a jet of ice cold water. "Ok sweetie, what's up?"

"Jake, how long have we been seeing each other?" she asked me.

"Including time in the hospital?" I asked and when she nodded yes I said, "I would guess that maybe 3 or even 3 ½ months, why?"

"Do you know during that entire time you haven't said, even once, that you loved me?" she snapped.

"I didn't know that that was the type of relationship you wanted because you made it clear from the beginning you didn't want any attachments. All you wanted to do was enjoy life and have sex," I replied back. "When did that all change?"

"I don't know, but it did and I want more than the fucking 4 to 5 times a week. I want to know that someone - you - cares about me and would like to eventually get married," she said.

"I'm sorry darling, but that's not me. I'm nothing but a one-legged former Marine whose only skills are killing people and blowing up shit. I'm not ready to get married now and, to be truthful, at this time I don't know if I ever will be," I said to her as gently as I could.

"I've given you everything you wanted, fetched and cleaned for you, hauled you to and from physical therapy, and done countless other things for you as well and I want you to make a committment to me!" she said in a harsh, whining tone of voice

Then, like someone flipped a light switch, the fuse to my temper lit and I got really pissed! I said, "Look you stupid cunt, 5 ½ months ago I was fucking worried about getting my cock shot off by some little brown brother and I had 2 whole fucking legs!!! Now I am in the land of all good things with 1½ legs and you think that I am going to fucking worry about saying "I love you" and "Let's get married" to some cunt just because she gives a world-class blowjob?" I looked her in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but enjoying my life to the max and rejoicing that I am not out there getting my ass shot at every day is a far higher priority in my book and the fact that you don't like it doesn't even factor in - Sorry!" There were times when I could be a real bastard and this seemed to be one of them.

"So all I am is a convenient fuck to you, the occasional blowjob to you, is that it? Well mister I hope that you realize one day just what it is you have just lost!" She screamed at me and then stormed out of the room crying! About 2 minutes later Lex came in and asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

"Don't look at me," I said. "I don't have the first fucking clue, but if I had to guess it would be that Samantha just dropped me and tried to make me feel that I was the one who dropped her! It's really a damned shame though."

"Why's that?" asked Lex.

"Because I don't know where I am going to find another woman who can deep-throat the way she could," I replied with a smile on my face. The rest of the night was somewhat of a blur. I do remember Judith calling a friend who came over and some pretty wild sex with a cute blond who said she was 21 and looked maybe 15. I still don't remember what her name was, but that girl could suck chrome off a trailer hitch,

We followed the US 101 North toward Los Angles and then switched over to US 99 North thru Sacramento and our stopover for the night in Redding. I think if we both weren't so hungover the trip would have been nicer and both of us were thankful that the suspension of the Bentley made the ride as smooth as it was. We found a nice motel just outside of Redding and after a substantial dinner called it a night.

The next morning we were up at the crack of dawn and after a huge breakfast at the same place we had dinner the night before we headed west on US 299 for a little town called Arcata where we would pick up US 101 North again for Coos Bay, Oregon. It was still a couple of hours before lunch when we hit Arcata so we turned north and finally stopped in this little town called Port Orford where we had a great lunch at this little café. We gassed up and an hour and a half later we were in Coos Bay.

We found a nice little motel right on US 101 and after we got our gear settled I hobbled my way down to the office to ask how to find Mr. Hawkes Law Office and where a good place to eat might be. Back in the room I told Lex how to find Mr. Hawkes office, took one of my pain pills, and took a nap.

I woke up a couple of hours later and we went out to dinner. I noticed that both Lex and I were receiving a number of strange looks, but attributed them to the fact that we were strangers in a relatively small town. Our waitress was cute, but all of maybe 16 and in a community like this messing with that was a losing proposition. The food was absolutely great. I could see our waitress looking at where the lower half of my left leg was missing and I knew she wanted to ask, but was too embarrassed to so I said, "Vietnam," the next time she came to the table.

"Excuse me?" she said and I replied that I saw her looking at my stump and that I lost the lower part in Vietnam. I saw comprehension dawn in her eyes and she said, "Oh you were in the Army?"

"No Ma'am," Lex and I replied almost simultaneously. "We were members of the United States Marine Corps," I explained to which she replied with an "Oh." When we had finished and went to the front counter to pay, the older guy behind the counter asked if it was true that we were both Marines and Lex and I both nodded in the affirmative. I explained that Lex had been out about 9 months and I was due to be discharged in approximately two weeks.

"The meals are on me boys," he replied and when we looked at him he simply said, "Semper Fi" to which we also replied, "Semper Fi". As we were leaving he said, "We open for breakfast at 0530 hrs and it's on me as well." We thanked him and returned to our motel room.

The next morning I was up early and after I had straightened out my bed covers I went to my clothing bag and took out my set of "Blues." Laying each piece out neatly on the bed I noticed that the trousers left leg had been neatly taken up to just below the knee. The only person who could have had that done was Lex and I nodded toward where he was still racked out and said a silent "Thank you brother."

I was a nervous as a new whore on payday in a mining town so I slapped Lex across the bottom of his feet and told him to get his dead ass up, we were going to breakfast. With lots of moaning and grumbling under his breath Lex got up and we went back to the same café we'd had dinner at the previous night. The same man from last night greeted us and said our timing was great as we had just missed the early rush and the mid rush didn't start for another hour. A different waitress took our order and the man, who we found out, was the owner, came over and sat at our table.

He introduced himself as Scott Bailey and told us he owned the place. He had taken over from his father when he got back from Korea and we swapped a few lies about what it was like now versus then. He asked how long we were staying and I said I didn't know. I was here I said, to collect on a small inheritance from a great-uncle.

"You wouldn't be a MacGregor by any chance would you?" asked Scott.

I looked at him a bit strangely and admitted that I was Jake or Jacob MacGregor.

"Then I expect you'll be meeting with Mr. Hawke later this morning," he said.

I was puzzled; did everybody in this town know who I was and why I was here? When I nodded yes he went on.

"Your great-uncle was a great man who did a lot of good for this community and our sister community of North Bend over the years and he'll be sorely missed. Whether you know it or not you favor your uncle rather strongly and that's why folks were looking at you last night. There's many an evening, before he got too sick, that Ian would come in and sit down for dinner at the same table you sat at last night." We talked on for a while with him telling me anecdotes about my great-uncle until the place started to get busy with the 0800 rush.

We said goodbye to Scott and returned to the room where I grabbed a quick shower before getting into my Dress Blues. It was a cumbersome process with two legs and having but one and a half made it even more difficult, but finally it was done. I don't care how fancy the other branches get, none of them will ever beat the Marine Corps Class A Dress Blues for grabbing a person's attention.

Climbing into Lex's car we made the short trip to Mr. Hawke's office. His office was situated in what I thought to be an old Victorian home with a wide and steep staircase. I looked around and saw no sign of a ramp or anything else to help me so I had no choice but to go up the stairs and at exactly 0930 hours I walked through his front door. I announced myself to the receptionist and she told me that Mr. Hawke was in a meeting and couldn't be disturbed. I looked at her for a minute, thinking about the steps I had climbed to get here and I told her point blank that I was here at the appointed time as requested in uniform and if he wasn't out in less than a minute's time he could piss up a rope for all the good it would do him because I was leaving. I said a few other less complementary things in a rather loud voice, turned and headed for the door while she fled to his office.

I had made it as far as the front porch when this older gentlemen came rushing out calling out, "Mr. MacGregor would you please wait." He said that he was Vernon Hawke and he apologized profusely for pulling that stunt on me as he had not been aware that I had lost a limb, but all would be explained if I would just come into his office. I was highly pissed and I felt rightfully so, but I followed him into his office. Once again he started to apologize when he was interrupted by a woman's voice coming from the back side of the room. "I'm afraid that this was all my fault, but I had to see if you were really a MacGregor with as short a fuse as Ian Ross had."

I turned in my chair and started to make a nasty comment and saw a very attractive woman, in her late 60's I would guess, accompanied by the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever seen. Both women had red hair and beautiful green eyes and a very oriental cast to their features. They were slender of build, what I would call willowy or lithe, and moved with an inherent grace. I would have stood and started to but she motioned me to stay seated as she and the gorgeous creature next to her pulled up red leather chairs next to mine.

Mr. Hawke introduced her as Elizabeth Grace MacGregor and the ravishing creature next to her as Willamina Su Grant and the granddaughter of Elizabeth Grace. I briefly shook hands with both of them and when my hand touched Willamina's a spark - hell, an electrical charge is more like it - seemed to flow from her to me and back and she smiled at me - I was in love. I didn't realize it at the time but I had just met my future wife.