Quick on the draw
“Cometh the hour cometh the man” said Major Dawkins to his wife Elizabeth as he slipped his Browning 9mm into its highly polished holster. He had just received word from HQ. The raid on the Gas Works was a go for 02:15 hours. His men were ready. They had been practicing for weeks.
“The men know the drill” said Dawkins confidently, as he paced the room. “They could do it in their sleep. Fast in, fast out, it’ll be all over before they know what’s hit them.”
“I know just how they feel” said Elizabeth quietly. The Major stopped pacing and turned to glare at his wife. “What’s that? Is that supposed to mean something?”
“Fast in fast out – that’s you every time we... “ her voice trailed off. Sadly, it wasn’t only on the battlefield that Dawkins was quick to shoot.
“Dammit Elizabeth, are you trying to tell me something?”
“Nothing dear”
“Are you trying to tell me I’m coming up short on the love front?” quizzed Dawkins.
“I’m merely suggesting why don’t we take our time...”
“Don’t you know there’s a war on, woman?” said Dawkins with his hands on his hips. War indeed. Dawkins was an officer in the Territorials, they would meet up most weekends for military exercises. The gas works was the latest in a series of simulated raids he would have the pleasure of commanding. But it was the excuse for no new dresses, no new shoes, no time to visit her parents, no time to mend the garden fence. It was wearing thinner than Dawkins receding hairline.
“We’ve still got 3 hours before you report to barracks” said Elizabeth softly “Why don’t you come to bed?”
“Do you know” said Dawkins, unbuttoning his shirt, “I’m going to jolly well take you up on that and show you once and for all how wrong you are, and then you’re going to apologise to me and fix my lunch. Get undressed.”
Never one to hang around, Dawkins seized his semi naked wife and flung her roughly onto the bed. No time for kissing, no time for foreplay, just show her what’s what. Within moments he was riding hard in the saddle. Then with a satisfied groan he rolled off her and said “There you go. Now I think someone owes me an apology.”
Elizabeth leaned her hand on her head and gazed at him.
“Cometh the minute cometh the man, is that right dear?”
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