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Chapter 12: Graduation
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 12: Graduation - 'THE O'SHEA FAMILY STORY' was going to be the title of my next book. One day,as I was writing another chapter, I realized the word count was approaching Tolstoy's 'War and Peace'! Who has time to read something that long? Not me and I'm retired! I decided to break it up into stand-alone stories. This one is the longest simply because I could not find a good place to cut it in half. The numbers show the chronological order of the story. NOT AI generated, all me.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Fiction
GINGER
It was on a Saturday morning. We took the Impala. Our parents rode together in another car. All went well and I felt proud as I walked across the stage to get my diploma to cheers from my family. Afterwards I was backstage talking to my classmates and showing off my ring for a lot longer than I expected. Finally, I was able to get away and find my family. It was a strange site. Some people were crying and there were a couple of women hugging Jack. Just what the hell was going on!!
BECKY
I had better tell this part of the story since I was there when it happened. We were all standing around waiting for Ginger to come out. When we heard this loud voice scream out, “Captain O’Shea, what are you doing here?” This came from a man who had only part of one leg. He limped over and grabbed Jack in a bear hug and started to cry.
Jack was noticeably shaken but hugged him back.
“Anderson, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here for my sisters’ graduation. She married a guy from Mississippi and finished her degree here. How about you?”
“My fiancé just graduated also” was the reply.
Then this ‘Anderson’ turned to his family and everyone else within earshot, “This is the guy who saved my life in Nam. We had dug in for the night. I was in a forward look out position...”
Jack interrupted him.
“Anderson, you don’t have to tell this.”
An older woman interrupted them both, “Yes he does, he tells it every time he has a crowd that will listen to him, and we love to hear the story.”
That woman turned out to be Anderson’s mother.
“As I was saying, I was in a hole in front of the lines when a battalion of N.V.A. hit us. I tried to get up and run back to our lines, but I got hit in this leg.”
He motioned towards his artificial leg.
“I could not move and knew that it was just a matter of time before they overrun me and killed me. Then, under a hail of bullets passing over head Captain O’Shea, who was a 1st Lt at the time, crawls out to me. He ties a tourniquet on my leg to stop the bleeding. Remember he is doing this as bullets from both sides are passing over our heads. Then he hands me my rifle, he lays on his belly and pulls me over him on his back. Now get this picture, he is on his belly, I am laying on my back on his back. He tells me to reach between my legs and hold onto his belt. He starts to crawl back to our lines with me riding on his back. He tells me to shoot only if they see us. We got back to our guys and a Navy corpsman worked on my leg. He gave me morphine for the pain and I was out. When I woke up in the hospital, they had taken off my leg, but I was alive. It was all because of Lieutenant Jack O’Shea. I later heard that the guys with us that night had put him in for a medal. He was awarded a Silver Star. If it had been up to me he would have gotten the Medal of Honor. That man crawled over a hundred yards with me on his back.”
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