As we drove off the base, back to the apartment, I said, “You know, I’m going to miss this, but I sure won’t miss not coming home to you. I haven’t got a clue what I’m going to do now, but whatever it is, I don’t want to travel too much.”
“Have you thought any more about that? I mean, what you want to do now?” she asked.
Charlie started fussing, and I twisted around a bit to make funny faces at him and try and distract him. “Not a frigging clue!”
“We’ll have to talk about that, I guess,” Marilyn said. I just nodded.
We were at the apartment soon enough and I could stop trying to amuse my son and turn the job over to the professional. Marilyn helped me out of the car, and I was able to use my crutches well enough to walk to the apartment. Marilyn had to unlock the place, since I had left my keys at home before the deployment. Thankfully we had a ground floor apartment, since I wasn’t all that great on negotiating stairs yet.
The fact the Army was cutting me loose smacked me in the face when I walked into the place. There on the dining room table were several boxes sent over from the battery. Mighty Mouse must have really wanted my ass gone! I balanced on my left leg while looking through them. One box had the photos from my ‘I Love Me’ wall, the pictures of me with the unit and the one from four years ago with Grace Hopper. The pictures from my desk, of Marilyn, were also packed up, along with anything personal from my desk. A larger box contained some uniforms and fatigue gear from my office. Surprisingly, there was a box with my gear that had been shipped back from Honduras, including some stuff I had despaired of every seeing again, like my Colt. They must have traced it by the serial number. There was also a note from Colonel Featherstone, rolled up and tucked into the barrel, that my 1911A1 seemed to be ‘combat lost’. That brought a smile to my face.
I made my way on through the apartment, looking at everything like it was the first time there. It all looked the same, but different. It was subtle things that were odd; a new shower curtain, the toaster moved in the kitchen, an Afghan on the couch instead of a comforter. I found Marilyn in the second bedroom, where she was sitting in a rocker, feeding Charlie from a bottle. I stood there in the doorway and just watched them, smiling. She looked up at me and said, “What?”
I smiled. “It’s nothing.”
“Tell me what.”
“It’s just good to be home. Seeing you two like this, that sort of thing.” Marilyn smiled and rolled her eyes. I backed up into the hallway again. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Will you need help?”
She meant help maneuvering and getting undressed, not the kind of help I would have enjoyed. “I’ll be fine,” I told her.
I hobbled down to the master bedroom. The apartment only had one bathroom, but it had a door onto the hallway and a second into our bedroom. I leaned the crutches against the dresser, and then sat down on the bed. It took me almost ten minutes to get undressed, with most of the time being spent from the waist down. I no longer had the bandages on my knee, but it was very stiff and didn’t bend well or support much weight yet. Naked, I got back to my feet and hopped to the bathroom, supporting myself against the wall.
When I got back out of the shower, I found my wife in the bathroom with me, muttering. She also had a large stain on her shirt. “Your son missed the burp bib.”
“My son? Let me guess, he’s your son the other times.”
She gave me a raspberry and stripped off her shirt. I dried while she stripped and got into the shower. Watching her reminded me of something else that had been months awaiting! I sure hoped Charlie had figured out how to sleep through the night!
I hopped back to the bedroom, and pulled open a drawer to grab some briefs. In doing so, I knocked my crutches to the floor. Thankfully Charlie didn’t fuss, but Marilyn opened the shower door and asked, nervously, “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. The crutches fell to the floor.”
“Okay.”
It took me another couple of minutes to pick up my crutches, by kicking them one-legged towards the bed, and then sitting on the bed and reaching down to grab them and set them upright again. This was a monumental pain in the balls! Hopefully the rehab would at least get me to a point I could use a cane. Marilyn came out of the bathroom, cleaned up and wearing her bathrobe, and found me still sitting on the bed, naked, and trying to lean my crutches against the dresser again.
She came over and took them from me. “Let me get those.” She took them from me and leaned them against the dresser, back at the wall.
I just shook my head in disgust. “Jesus, I better get better soon. I’ve never felt so helpless in my life!” This was even worse than when I hit my 60s and started using a cane when I walked.
Marilyn sat down next to me on the bed. “You’ll be fine. You’re already moving ten times better than you were a week ago. You could barely stand with the crutches. In a few more weeks you’ll be off them completely. By the time Charlie starts walking, we’ll both be able to chase him around!”
I laughed at that. “That would be good. I’m supposed to carry him, not the other way around!”
Marilyn smiled at that, and then looked at me. I was still sitting there naked on the edge of the bed, with my shorts in one hand. She took them from me and tossed them on the dresser. “After he eats, he sleeps, and he’s a very good sleeper.”
BOING! Carl Junior suddenly woke up! I guess the beating in the basement, which gave me several shots to the groin, didn’t wipe me out completely. I looked at her and asked, “Just how long will he be out?”
Marilyn shrugged out of her robe. Boy, did she look good! I thought her tits had grown, too, which I also approved of! “Long enough!”
I pushed myself back on the bed, and propped myself up on a few of the pillows. I also took a pillow and put it under my right knee. Marilyn crawled around me on the bed until she was on my left side. I kissed her, long and hard, and immediately got some moaning and tongue. It was like back when we first started making out. She broke apart and then very carefully crawled on top of me, straddling my midsection. Moments later I was inside her.
It felt… amazing! It had been months since we had done this, and it felt just like we were back dating. Marilyn gasped and lay down on my chest, shaking in orgasm and humping her tight little pussy down on me. I came very fast. “It’s been too long,” I lamented.
“That just makes it better!” she whispered in return. She began squirming around on me, and I quickly hardened again. This time around she lifted herself up so that she was riding me, and I played with her tits while she diddled her clit. We both lasted longer, and Marilyn was on a second orgasm when I blasted off again.
We were gasping for breath, and Marilyn had slid off me to the side again, when Charlie started fussing. Marilyn and I looked at each other and laughed. “Well, better now than five minutes ago.”
“How long before he takes another nap?”
Marilyn giggled. “Too long!” She kissed me, and then went into the bathroom to clean up again. Charlie started crying, but I wasn’t going to be able to help for a bit. I sat upright and struggled into my shorts, and then hopped around and found some clothing. Marilyn came out of the bathroom and slipped a sundress on, and then went off to take care of Charlie.