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Maxine Stone's New Life

Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl

Chapter 212

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 212 - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Reluctant   Coercion   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Mystery   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Transformation   Prostitution  

The medic took my captured AK47 clone before he allowed me onto the helicopter. I wasn't happy, but I still had the cane gun and the utility knife, so at least I felt like I had a chance. I mean it could all go rank, if the CIA guys got into it. I also knew I could not communicate with anyone without the pukes getting access to it.

On the giant aircraft carrier I waited in a metal chair, outside of the sickbay, while they stabilized Martin. "He has a 50 /50 chance," The doctor said to me.

"That's enough for him," I replied smiling.

"Come on in let's xray your leg," he demanded.

"It will wait till we get the Irishman into a hospital," I said.

"He will be on a chopper for the Athens airport in twenty minutes. From there it is an Air Force hospitial in Germany for him." the doctor said.

"I can find someone there to look at my leg," I suggested.

At the Air Force hospital they insisted that I take the drugs and get off the leg. We compromised. I sat in a comfortable chair, either in the waiting room, or in Martin's room. I sat there with my cane gun and my leg up. I was on Vicodin so my mind didn't slip too far out of joint.

I sat or slept in that chair for two days. I ate bad hospital food and drank gallons of worse coffee. I did it while I waited for either Swamp Thing, or the CIA to show up. No one did. In the end the answer as to why they left us alone came in a phone call from Jennifer.

"Hon I got your package and it's safe. I got a call from your boss. I explained to him all about a dead man switch," she said.

"Thank you Jen," since I had not sent her a package, it was all I could manage without giving myself away.

"You just get better and bring the Irishman home with you," she said.

"Yes Ma'am and thanks," I said. The Irishman remark was her way of telling me they were looking at him as well. Jen and I were close enough to have an unspoken code.

The men in cheap suits stayed away, because Jen had convinced them that she had the information to ruin them. Even though she had no idea what information that would take. With Jennifer it was always smoke and mirrors, but only I knew that. One day I would have to tell her everything.

After four days they brought Martin out of the drug induced coma. I was the second person he saw. "My God, I wasn't dreaming." he said with a weak smile.

 
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