Chapter 4: Confession

Allen was still keeping his furnace turned up so both of them could move around the house comfortably wearing little or no clothing. They delighted in watching each other’s bodies.

This night, Kitty was wearing some slick satin lounging pajamas. Allen wore his old boxer shorts with the unreliable fly which would expose his erection on the slightest pretext.

“Did you like your dinner?”

“It was delicious, Kitty. Didn’t you work in a diner?”

“Funny guy. Shut your pie hole. But we’ve put this discussion off for too long. Sweetie, please tell me why a decorated soldier with a huge bank account is living in a tiny rural house far from the bright lights of the big city.”

“You’re right. I’ve been hiding here in Cedar Grove. I guess I need to tell you why. While I was in the Marines, I didn’t know I had any wealth. I had little spending money and I was being frugal by not buying tobacco, alcohol, or, um, women. Then, I was sent into the middle of what is now North Korea when the massive Chinese invasion began. Suddenly, we were outnumbered, outgunned, surrounded, and overwhelmed.

“Kitty, I believe some writers describe Hell as a frozen waste instead of a pit of fire. We were in the first kind of hell. Sometimes, 35 degrees below freezing. Our supplies, like food and ammunition, were running out. Entire units were being destroyed by enemy forces three, four, even five times larger. I think that even now, some of the true stories from the conflict are being suppressed. The misery and losses were shocking, beyond belief.

“The short version is that I received my Silver Star on account of my personally rescuing nine fellow Marines under withering enemy fire and helping them back to relative safety behind our lines. What was not in my citation, and what I’m not supposed to talk about, is the five, the five...”

He ground to a halt, silently weeping.

“The five that you couldn’t save. Did anyone blame you or discipline you?”

“No, they commended me, recommended me for the decoration, and evacuated me because of the bullet in my shoulder. They ordered me to keep silent about my, about those...”

“Tell me, after you were wounded, did you continue trying to save the men? How many did you save?”

“Six.”

“You helped six men to safety with a bullet in your shoulder and a broken collarbone?”

“Yes, but the five...”

“Oh, you beautiful man. And after finding peace in this little town, I just made you drag all this tragedy out into the open. Now I feel terrible, but my discomfort is nothing compared to your suffering. I think I need to pack up and go.”

“Please. No. You don’t understand, Kitty. Every day since the fire, I’ve felt joy and happiness because of you. Before you, I—how can I describe this? I put myself in a box, like a feelings footlocker.

“In a way, Carlo helped me. I was raging, furious, but at the same time, protective. If he hurt you again, I was going to carve his belly open with a kitchen knife. But I kept myself in control. I had the emotions, but they didn’t have me. I’m not making sense; I’m sorry.”

“You’re making perfect sense. Don’t be a butthead. Give yourself credit. It might take you years to heal from the horrors of Korea. And every day, I will be at your side. Or, if you like, I can kneel between your legs. Does that appeal to you?”

“But I don’t deserve...”

“Nonsense. It is I who don’t deserve YOU, spunky. What you deserve is a yacht full of naked young fashion models bringing you cocktails. Instead, you have a washed-up old woman who is now destitute and homeless, with a fat ass and a dent in her tit. Who loves you to the moon and back again.

“Every morning now when I wake up and see your face, I feel a little jolt in my heart. I hope I never see you so sad again; it’s not right. Hey, sweetie, how about a blowjob?”

“No, thanks. Kitty, it’s time we changed ends. Lay flat on the bed, splay your knees apart, and teach me how to excite you.”

“Oh, I’m excited already. Now, you will make me come all over your cute face.”