Seven days later, I was packing my things to go on embarkation leave, before shipping out for Singapore. My kit was already in storage for loading aboard ship, I had two weeks home leave. Then those of us going would be an extra crew aboard a Cruiser; being transferred to Singapore.
My leave wasn't due to start until Friday at four PM, so Thursday night I was in Lord Nelson, with a happy group of good friends; saying goodbye to one another. A few beers a few laughs, maybe a few tears who knows what. There was nothing planned, we just gravitated to the spot. Some with their girlfriend's others with wives, all navy and all good mates. I was sitting enjoying my shipmates when the bartender came to me with a drink.
"From the young lady at the corner table," he said nodding in her direction. When I looked I expected to see Madeline, but it was Margret her friend the attractive one. As I sat at her table, I said.
"You didn't have to buy me a drink Margret, if Madeline had been here I'm sure she would have just whistled, and snapped her fingers and expected to be obeyed." Margret smiled, as she put her glass to her red lips and sipping said.
"She's not as bad as you think; in fact, you'd be surprised at how highly she speaks of you. She doesn't like you as a boxer, but she says you have other redeeming fetchers. She says you are never seen with a girl on your arm, but there is an Israeli girl about. What she means to you Madeline doesn't know, and nor does anyone else it seems. Madeline has intrigued me with her interest in you, she has got hold of your records. Read your service history and has even gone to Plymouth, she found a wren nurse there that knows you. Her husband is a P, T, I at Devonport, and exercises the boxing team."
"She and her husband do ballroom dancing, in their off-duty time. She told Madeline you're a very good dancer, and that she taught you ballroom. She has never seen you date any wren or civilian girl for that matter. Both her and her husband; said they would like to catch up with you again. Madeline also went to H M S Raleigh, where you did your training, and talked to Chef Wren Godard, in the wren's quarter there."
"She's otherwise known as the Amazon, she did recognize your photo. Laughing she told Madeline, she had an encounter with you in a field, halfway between Torpoint Ferry and Raleigh, but it wasn't you that insisted on the mating, and she had a very pleasant surprise."
"That's all Madeline's could find out about you, no bad gossip at all. You're a goody-two-shoes, as far as anyone's concerned but Madeline not too sure." I just sat smiling at her as she rattled off the facts, of Madeline's inquiries.
"Are you seeing Madeline, for a bit on the side?" She suddenly asked me directly and bluntly sipping her drink, her eyes boring into mine. I shook my head, slowly from side to side smiling at her saying.
"I'm seeing nobody on a permanent or casual base, although I like female company, you included lovely lady. Only I eat sleep and drink Navy; until I leave the service I will not be a burden to any female and leave her for long periods of sea time. That's me in a nutshell, you either take me as I am or leave me well alone." She studied me for some time, as she sipped the last of her drink. Then she waited patiently, for the waiter to bring her another drink.
"I've seen you doing your training run some mornings, and was surprised to see what you can hide under that uniform. I have been told you can go fifteen rounds, without getting fatigued. That takes some stamina, to keep going that long, would you like to see, if I can keep up with you."
She said it looking shyly at me; her head slightly tilted to one side, her eyelashes fluttering. Her meaning was all too obvious, and I'm not ashamed to say I like a challenge. It not expensive for a room at the Nelson, and found she had firm breasts when I uncovered them. She studied my chest and abdomen muscles, by tracing around them with her fingertip. On her way south of my belly button. She gave a gasp of surprise, and a look of sheer admiration, when she uncovered a muscle she went searching for, under my trouser buttons.
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Parallel Me
FantasyA fictitious tale based on my life, although there are real events in amongst the fake, as there are real people in a different guise. The timeline of the story is in line with what happened at that time, 'IE' the Suez Canal incident was in 1956.