Chapter 5

Oscar woke beside the beautiful woman feeling exceptionally rested. The morning air was cool and he enjoyed lying under the covers heated by the warmth of her body. He watched her sleep, the features of her face were soft and vulnerable. He enjoyed her company in and out of the bed. She was a beauty and a brain, a delightful conversationalist that was able to talk about any topic. She possessed a deep insight into her work that made her invaluable in the war against terrorism.

He slipped out of the bed, moving from the room with a soft step so as not to wake her. He entered the second bathroom raising the seat on the toilet and relieved his bladder without closing the door behind him. Looking in the mirror as he pissed, he realized that he had a nice body with a cock that was disproportionately large. As he shook his cock to get rid of that last drop, he realized that he had become much more comfortable with his nudity over the past week. After washing his hands, he cupped them and drank the water that filled his palms. He rinsed his mouth and then spat out the water knowing that after breakfast he would brush his teeth and shave. The face looking back at him was his, now that he had gotten rid of the beard.

He went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, smiling at her use of the old fashioned percolator. He hadn’t seen one of them in ages. Nothing could load the air with the smell of coffee faster than a real percolator. The perking sound was like music to his ears; it sounded so much better than the rumble of the drip coffee makers.

He heard a noise at the front door and figured it was the paper boy. The front door opened and someone entered the house. He spun to see who it was, not expecting a visitor this early in the morning. He moved quietly out of the kitchen, picking up a knife as he went, ready to act. He came face to face with a woman that looked like a smaller version of Jennifer. She had little spots of red, yellow, and blue paint on her face and hands.

She giggled at the sight of the man standing naked before her. Her eyes flicked down to take in his manhood and then went back to his face. Not quite believing what she had seen, her eyes were drawn to his member once again. She laughed and said, “Just like sis. She always gets the good ones. Where is she?”

Setting the knife on the counter, he answered, “She’s in bed.”

She wondered what he was doing out here if she was in bed. She looked down at his member and asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Oscar Meyers.”

She giggled and said, “Nice to meet you Oscar Meyers with the foot long wiener.”

For the first time in his life, he laughed at a joke about his name. It was about that time that he realized that he was naked. He said, “Excuse me while I get dressed.”

She answered, “No need. Living with sis, a girl tends to get used to seeing men in your condition. I have to use the bathroom.”

He remembered an important item just before she closed the door and called out to her, “I forgot to lower the seat!”

As she closed the door, he heard her grump, “Men!”

He laughed and returned to the kitchen. He poured two cups of coffee and set them on the table. Sitting on one of the chairs, he waited to see who would come out first, Jennifer or her sister. He sipped his coffee, remembering that only ten days ago he had been wandering in the desert lost. That was a time when he would have killed for a cup of coffee that tasted this good.

The sister came out and sat at the table with him. He knew nothing about this woman and didn’t really know what to talk to her about. He decided that her absence was as good of a topic as any. He asked, “By the way, sister of Jennifer, what have you been up to?”

She didn’t notice how he addressed her, more interested in the question. She answered, “I’ve been out paint balling. Our team won the tournament.”

At his confused expression, she explained, “It’s like fighting, but instead of using bullets we use paint balls.”

He stared at her as an idea formed in his mind. He said, “Tell me more about this paint balling.”

She enthusiastically told him about the sport. He listened to her stories with fascination and finally asked if he could see her equipment. She went out to her car and returned with a duffel bag. She pulled out the paint ball gun and handed it to him as she explained its operation. He held it almost reverently and smiled up at her as he said, “Thank you very much.”

“What for?”

He held the gun examining it. The design was rather interesting, but he could see how it could be used. He looked at her with a wry smile as he answered, “You have given me a solution to a problem that I’ve been worrying about for a week.”

A very naked Jennifer came out of the bedroom, wiping the sleep from her eyes. She saw her sister and Oscar sitting around the table talking with each other. She also noticed that Oscar was naked. Teasing, she asked, “So, you’ve dropped me for my little sister already?”

Oscar, taking her comment seriously, answered, “No. I would never do that to you. I care too much for you to ever hurt you that way. Believe me.”

She laughed as she said, “Hey, relax. I was just teasing you.”

Oscar, embarrassed by his over reaction, wanted to set things straight. He struggled to find an appropriate word describing their relationship. They were sleeping together without a commitment. The whole situation basically confused him. He said, “Oh, I didn’t realize. I’m just not used to this whole relationship thing.”

Both women looked at him like he had pointed to a ball and said that it was a box. Jennifer said, “I don’t think we have a relationship thing.”

“We don’t?”

Expecting to have a very bad confrontation, Jennifer looked at her sister and asked, “Would you mind stepping out a moment?”

Wondering what he had said wrong, Oscar watched as the sister left the room. Once she was gone, he asked, “Why would you ask her to leave?”

“We have to talk about you and me.”

Puzzled, he asked, “Are you taking this more seriously than you told me earlier?”

“No, are you?”

“Not really. I mean you are the first and only woman I’ve ever been to bed with, but you made your position quite clear.”

The discussion wasn’t clear and Jennifer wondered if it was because she was still sleepy. She went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. Pouring a little milk into it, she returned to the kitchen table. She sat down and asked, “So why did you call it a relationship thing?”

“I don’t know what else to call it. What would you call it?”

She laughed so hard that she had to set her coffee down to keep from spilling it. She couldn’t believe that she had been afraid that he had fallen in love with her. At least now she didn’t have to tell him that she didn’t share the same feelings towards him. She finally answered, “I guess relationship thing is about as good of a description of it as any.”

He shrugged his shoulders and turned to the paint ball gun. He said, “The sister of Jennifer showed me this paint gun. I think this is the solution I’ve been looking for.”

Jennifer looked at him with a wry expression and asked, “The sister of Jennifer?”

He looked up with a grin and answered, “She never told me her name, just that she was your sister. So, I will call her sister of Jennifer until I have a better name.”

Jennifer laughed and shook her head. There were times when Oscar really amazed her and this was one of them. She decided to have a little fun with him. She said, “My sister’s name is George.”

He turned his attention back to the paint ball gun. He asked, “Can we get these built to current military armament design?”

“You can ask a maker.” Noticing his confused expression, she added, “A Druid that makes the supplies for other Druids. They are very excellent craftsman.”

“I wonder if they make hand grenades and land mines.” He looked up and then shouted, “Hey, George. Can you come back here?”

Jennifer’s sister returned to the room with a very wry expression on her face. She looked at her sister with a crooked smile as she asked, “Did Jed tell you my name was George?”

He glanced at Jennifer and then smiled. He said, “Let me guess. You have nicknames for each other and use them to make fun of each other.”

“You got it.”

“Sibling rivalry. So what is your real name?”

She laughed and said, “Georgia.”

Oscar nodded and, in a very serious tone of voice, said, “I like George better.”

Jennifer giggled as her sister rolled her eyes. Georgia asked, “Why is it that every Druid I’ve ever met likes George better?”

Oscar looked at her for a minute as though looking deep inside her. He then answered, “You have the spirit of a George. Georgia sounds like some Southern Belle. You aren’t a Southern Belle. You are definitely a George.”

Georgia shook her head and gave up. She also realized that she liked the reason why he preferred George. She wasn’t a Southern Belle, enjoying the rough and tumble life much more than tea parties and shopping. Smiling at Oscar, she said, “You can call me George.”

Jennifer looked at her sister in shock. This was the first time that she ever allowed anyone other than her to call her George. She looked at Oscar and realized that he had no idea of how unusual her compliance was. Then she realized that he was the first to explain why he liked George better.

“Thank you,” he answered. His mind returned to the reason why he had called for her to return and asked, “Are there paint ball grenades?”

“Sure, they have several different kinds of grenades,” she replied. She thought about it for a moment and recalled something that she had heard over the weekend. She added, “They even have land mines in prototype development.”

His eyes lit up with glee at the news. This was getting better and better. He could possibly have American and Russian military weapons built that would fire paintballs. He also wanted to make sure that he could get the paintball versions to make the same sounds as their real counterparts. Excited by the information, he asked, “Can you show me how to use this stuff?”

Georgia answered, “Sure. I’ll take you to one of the ranges and you can try it there. I’ll even set up a little competition.”

Oscar asked, “Can we go now?”

She laughed at his enthusiasm. She answered, “Not today, I have more important things to do. I just drove all night after a major competition yesterday. I need to get some sleep.”

He barely heard her answer and replied, “Well, if you need any help getting to sleep just let me know. I’m really anxious to get out there.”

Jennifer and Georgia both laughed at his statement. He looked up at them and realized what he had said. He apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it that way.”

Georgia teased, “Here I was hoping that you would help me get to sleep.”

He blushed and looked at the paint ball gun as a way to avoid looking at them. Jennifer laughed at his embarrassment. There were times that he was just so cute. He felt her gaze and looked to her seeking help, but it only caused her to laugh harder. Georgia stood up and while winking at Oscar said, “I’m off to bed now.”

He looked up with a twinkle in his eye, deciding that he could tease just as well. He said, “If you have trouble falling asleep just call.”

At the look from Jennifer, he added, “I’ll bring you a sleeping pill.”

Georgia laughed all of the way to her bedroom. Jennifer watched her go, surprised to see the flirtatious manner in which she moved her hips. She had never seen her sister flirt with a man before. She turned to Oscar and said, “I think my little sister likes you.”

Oscar nodded absently as he stared off into space thinking about his training program. He answered, “I like her, too.”

She shook her head and repeated her statement with greater emphasis on likes. “She likes you.”

He looked up confused by the repetition of the conversation and said, “That’s nice. I like her, too. She seems like a great person.”

Jennifer moved around the table to sit beside him. She put her hand on his arm and said, “Listen carefully. She likes you.”

He looked at her with the same intensity that he had been looking at the paint ball gun. Suddenly nervous, he licked his lips and asked, “Are you saying that she likes me in the way that a woman likes a man?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” replied Jennifer. She looked at him for a moment trying to decipher his thoughts. She could see that he was thinking furiously.

With a frown, he replied, “Oh. I don’t know what to think of that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before I met you, I had never held a girl’s hand,” he answered despite how uncomfortable it made him feel. There was a slight trace of emotion that bordered on sadness, perhaps regret, in his voice. Uncertain on how to act, he asked, “What would you suggest, considering the situation?”

His uncertainty tugged at her heart. She cared about him a lot, but she wasn’t in love with him. She looked towards her sister’s bedroom and realized that her sister could very well fall in love with him. She looked back at him and said, “Let her make the first move. Don’t turn down anything she offers.”

He started to say, “You mean even if...”

She interrupted him and said, “I am telling you not to turn down anything she offers.”

Oscar, lying in a small depression in the ground, waited under a small camouflage blanket. He had prepared two of them before coming to the paint ball range. He had tied green grass to the small loops sewn into the blanket. There was enough grass to look like a patch of wild grass. He had taken one and given the other to George. She was lying on the ground about thirty yards from his position facing him. He knew where she was and still had difficulty seeing her.

The enemy team moved with caution into the clearing approaching their flag. Oscar had watched them for twenty minutes. Eighteen of the twenty people on the enemy team watched the clearing trying to decide if he or George was there. He and George comprised one full team.

A member of the enemy team entered the clearing, moving towards the flag. He stopped and turned to look back at his team mates. Oscar fired a single shot and the man was splashed with paint. His team mates in the woods looked for the source of the shot, but couldn’t tell where it had come from. Their attention had been on the target, drawn to him when he had turned to look back at them.