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1.2 The Endless Summer Of Love (Happy As A Clam)

2 - Happy As A Clam

Thomas was leaned back on the tacky peach colored couch with his eyes closed, happy as a clam. Melissa was cuddled into the crook of his left elbow, purring, and Sandy was on his right, half tickling, half teasing him by drawing little symbols on his belly. Her touch sent electric currents through his body and Hilda added to his bliss by giving him a head massage. He was ready to get down to business but was still facing the dilemma of which lady to choose for his afternoon pleasures. They were all great in their own ways - oh, those tough decisions he constantly faced were brutal.

Soft moans from the corner suggested that Alvin, this second in command, had already moved on to the next stage. Everyone was having a great time, including Sibil, the black lab who had devoured a spiked chocolate brownie and was passed out under the table after some wild doggie sex with her mate Scooter. Whoever came up with those hippie concepts of 'practice tolerance and care for others unconditionally' was a genius and as far as Thomas was concerned, the Summer of Love could carry on forever. His motto: 'The more, the merrier.'

A fire crackled in the potbelly stove and the small log cabin was heated up to summer temperatures despite the chilling wind outside. Melissa's hands were moving between his legs and he was just about to surrender to her capable talents when a sharp knock totally killed the mood. Whoever interrupted his serenity better had a good reason or he would hang him from the next tree branch. Screw the tolerance.

"Colonel, are you home?" a voice sounded from behind the closed door.

Thomas frowned. Matteo was on security detail this week and someone who would only disturb him when there was serious trouble. "Come on in, Lieutenant."

The door squeaked loudly when it was pushed open and Matteo appeared on the threshold. He looked distraught. Thomas's eyes interlocked with Alvin's who had paused in his endeavors but was still nibbling Caroline's ear, holding her in front of him to shield his own nakedness from sight.

"We have visitors," Matteo muttered. "A large airplane of some sort, really modern. It crashed on the beach on the Southern part of the island."

Thomas scratched his head, pondering whether to suspend his afternoon activities. "Did you see any survivors?"

"Not yet, sir," Matteo said. "But that doesn't mean there aren't any. Remember the last time..."

Thomas cut him off with a swoop of his hand. The memories of the incident were painful, he lost six soldiers in the process. Whoever these new intruders were had to be stopped in their tracks.

"Get four teams together and go down to the crash side. Make sure they're all dead."

Matteo saluted. "Yes, sir."

With a somber expression, Thomas's gaze followed the lieutenant as he got into his VW Beetle. His good mood was thoroughly ruined and he wanted something to drink to take the edge off.

"Let's go down to Brennigan's. I'm starving and need a beer."

Alvin smirked. "Good idea."

Thomas clicked his tongue - his second in command only had one thing on his mind. Brennigan's was run by Aurora, the one girl on the island who had proved resistant to any male advances, but Alvin was not one who took no for an answer and kept running against closed doors. Personally, Thomas thought she was a lesbian but had no proof or he would have banished her into the wilderness a long time ago. He hated homosexuals, they were party poopers.

Before they left, Alvin flung is Heckler & Koch gun over his shoulder while Thomas went for his own Colt 1851 Navy Revolver.

"I can't believe you're still using this ancient thing," Alvin remarked.

"Well, Major, my grandpa gave me that who got his from his own father. It has never failed me - it's simply the best."

Alvin snorted. Theyhad this discussion many times before and it was one of the few points theydisagreed on. Slipping into their warm winter coats, covering the rest of theirbodies with wool hats and scarves, they ventured outside. It was a two milehike to Brennigan's but both men were in excellent shape, running the distancein fifteen minutes flat. As far as Thomas was concerned, he was ready for someaction. This was his turf and he would fight the enemy to his death to preservethe Summer of Love.