"Dad!" exclaimed my daughter Brandi as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hearty hug. "You look so much different. Your hair is shorter, your gut is gone, you look taller and you feel like a block of granite. Except for that scar on your cheek, I'd have to say that it looks like the Army agreed with you!"
"I haven't lost a pound, Sweetie, but I did manage to rearrange it a little. You're absolutely beautiful!" I gushed. "I'll be so proud to walk you down the aisle. I'm almost speechless!"
"If that happens, then I'll know for sure that the Army changed you. How was Germany, Dad? Did you get to see the sights, and go to Oktoberfest? I bet you have hundreds of war stories for us, like how you got that scar."
I flinched a little at Brandi's last comment, but managed to cover it over quickly by stepping back from her and motioning toward the attractive woman standing near by and who had just been witness to my reunion with my daughter.
"Brandi, this is Marge Becker. Unless there is some serious objection, she'll be my guest at your wedding," I told Brandi. "Marge, this incredible young woman is my daughter, Brandi."
"I am so pleased to finally meet you, Brandi," greeted Marge. "Your dad has told me so much about you. I see your concern, Brandi. I am only a guest and nothing more, so don't worry about explaining me to your mother."
"Phew! I was pretty upset there for a second. I sure don't need to spring something like this on Mom, especially at my wedding! Any friend of Dad's will always be welcome in my home, Marge. Did you meet Dad in the service?"
"Actually, I did. We were stationed overseas together and became friends. He is going to be the best man at my wedding next month," revealed Marge.
"Wow! That really takes the worry out for Mom! You're getting married? And Dad's the best man? That is so cool! Were you in Germany with Dad?" asked Brandi.
"Well, I was for a short while," hesitated Marge. "My fiancé will be picking me up the evening of your wedding and driving us back to Syracuse. Jack offered me a ride this far and insisted I attend his beautiful daughter's wedding, so here I am. Otherwise, I would have just flown from Washington to Syracuse. My fiancé, Ray, was more than happy to make the drive so I could be here for your special day."
"Here's the plan, Dad," began Brandi as she led Marge and me inside her apartment. "We're having my bachelorette party tonight, the rehearsal tomorrow night, and of course the wedding on Saturday. You remember Bill, the tailor at the men's shop in town. He said you must have been measured incorrectly for the tux. The measurements you sent him didn't jibe with what he remembered of you, so we'll fall back to plan B. You can wear your uniform at the wedding. I'm sure you'll look great and I'm so proud that my Dad spent the last two years serving our country. I want everyone to know you're my father and that you're a captain in the Army!"
"Retired captain in the Army, Sweetheart. I am out and my life is my own again," I chuckled.
"Whatever, Dad. Would you mind going with us girls to the different bars tonight? We have a limo rented, so you won't have to drive and you can even have a couple drinks, too. I know us girls will have too much to drink, so I want someone I can trust to watch over us. Can you keep your eyes on six lovely young women for five or six hours and make sure no harm comes to any of us?" grinned Brandi. "It's a tough job, but someone has to do it!"
"Sure, I'd be glad to," I quickly responded. "I assume you told your mother I was going to be here for the wedding. Is she expecting me tonight?"
"Well, Dad, that's a bit complicated. I told her you would be here for the wedding, but neglected to tell her you would arrive before the rehearsal. It just seemed simpler. I'm trying to avoid any uncomfortable situations, at least until after the wedding and hopefully, the reception."
"I understand, Brandi, but I think I'll go over and speak with her tomorrow, if I get the opportunity. We'll both be sure to remain focused on the fact that it's your big day. Everything will be fine," I promised.
"I hope so. To make sure, I reserved a room for you at the same hotel our guests are using. The limo will drop us all off there since I'm spending the night with Karen and Beth. We have a lot planned for tomorrow, like sitting by the pool and sobering up," laughed Brandi. "I'm afraid I didn't get a room for Marge. She will need her own room, won't she?"
Marge smiled as she responded, "Most definitely. Your father is much too particular to spend a night with me. I tried that a few times before I met my fiancé and never got anywhere with him. Now I'm afraid it's too late."
"Wow, Dad! That couldn't be much plainer. It sounds like you were a good boy even though temptation came your way. I'd have to say that not many men could resist the kind of temptation Marge offers," marveled Brandi. "You haven't gone gay, have you, Dad?"
I had been blushing from Marge's comment, but my face felt like it was on fire by the end of Brandi's little joke. My daughter was an adult and Marge was certainly treating her as one, seemingly to the point of forgetting she was my daughter. Marge and Brandi were both laughing at my discomfort.
Marge and I left for the hotel after agreeing to be ready for the limo at nineteen hundred hours. We had plenty of time for Marge to rent a room and get freshened up. Brandi had assured us that the limo had lot of seats for all of us. When it arrived, I saw why. It was the longest damn Hummer I had ever seen.
Brandi's friends were all lovely young women and I had no difficulty watching them as Marge and I sipped an occasional drink and chatted. We gave the girls lots of room and merely made certain they were not doing anything too foolish or dangerous.
It was after midnight and the girls insisted on visiting one more club. I didn't argue, although it appeared to me that they were all feeling no pain and should go home. How many of us have ever gone home at the right moment when we were out having a good time? Most of us try to ride that party horse till it drops. I understood that, so Marge and I simply followed along.
It was a little after one AM when the girls decided to call it a night. Marge and I exited the club and I signaled for the limo driver. Before he could pull up, the girls came laughing and stumbling out the door of the club. Suddenly, I noticed two guys with knives materialize out of the shadows. They hurried toward the girls, who were a few yards behind me.
I spun around and rushed back, managing to place myself between the two dirtbags and my charges.
"Get the fuck outta the way, Old Man!" shouted the one in front. "We want the bitches' wallets and jewelry. Maybe we'll have them show us their tits. We'll take your wallet, too, asshole!"
"Go fuck yourself, scumbag," I taunted. "I won't give a shit like you a fucking dime, you slimy cocksucker!"
That was all it took. The creep lunged at me with the knife held low and away from his body. Everything seemed to slow down as I thought back to the many times Sgt. Downs had gone over this very scenario with me.
I could almost here Sarge barking, "Step inside, block with your left, grab with your right, add your left, then take it back and up... hard!"
I felt the knife puncture the guy's stomach and sink to the hilt. I was just about to jerk it upwards when I heard Marge screaming, almost in my ear.
"Don't kill him, Jack! He's hurt bad enough. Let him go!" she pleaded as she pulled on my arm.
I swung the guy to my right and tossed him into his partner. Both felt backward to the concrete. Before the second one could get up, my heel caught him in the temple and he fell back to the pavement. I heard Marge talking to the 911 operator before I had picked up the second knife from the gutter. I decided not to remove the blade that was lodged in the first fellow's stomach, knowing I would probably do even more damage to his organs if I pulled it out.
"Holy fucking shit!" screamed Brandi's maid of honor, Beth. "What the hell just happened?"
That seemed to open the floodgates and the girls all started crying and carrying on as a crowd began to form. A cop car appeared within minutes. An ambulance was close behind. The cops questioned me, Marge, the girls, and the limo driver, who had seen the entire altercation. All the stories were the same. It was pretty obvious that we were not the perpetrators. It was almost three AM before we were allowed to leave, and that was only after supplying ID's and promising to stop at the police station the next afternoon to give written statements.
It was a subdued ride back to the hotel. I tipped the driver an extra fifty before following Marge and the girls inside. Marge was the only one still visible as I approached my room.
"Thanks, Marge. I was this close to killing that punk. What a thing that would have been right before Brandi's wedding. What have I become, Marge?" I asked rhetorically.
"A man that can, and will, take care of his family and friends," answered Marge softly. "And that is a very good thing!"
I slept soundly for what seemed a very short time. I woke to a pounding on my door. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost eight AM. Without thinking, I walked sleepily to the door and opened it, dressed only in my boxers.
"Dad, we were wondering if you wanted... Holy Cow! Have you been taking steroids, Dad?" gasped Brandi. "Did you get this scar the same time you got the one on your cheek? What the hell have you really been doing the last two years?"
As she spoke, Brandi was tracing a vivid scar that ran from my left pectoral down almost to my navel. I knew that over time, it would become less angry looking. At this point, however, it was quite obvious.
"It was an automobile accident, Sweetheart," I answered quickly. "I was cut by flying glass and yes, I did get both scars at the same time. Luckily, it wasn't anything serious."
Mr. Jenkins, if you don't mind my saying so, you sure are a hunk!" exclaimed Brandi's friend, Beth. "You saved our lives, and you look better than Jean Claude. I bet you could kick Chuck Norris' ass! From now on, we should call you Lionheart!"
"Beth, he's my dad, for god's sake! He's also married, at least for now, so don't even think about it!" warned Brandi. "We're going to breakfast since we're all too wired to sleep, although it doesn't look like you were having any problems, Dad. Want to go with us so we can ask you a million questions? The girls have already quizzed me for the past hour and I can't tell them anything. I don't think you want us to get Marge alone and question her, do you?"
I had gotten by on less sleep many times, so I nodded and went back inside to get dressed. Before the door closed, I was able to hear Beth say something to the other girls about "morning wood" and I blushed. Somehow I managed to piss, then shower and shave. I found the girls in the hotel breakfast area. Marge had already joined them.
"How did you know that Mr. Jenkins was going to kill that criminal last night"? was the question posed to Marge, by Linda.
I took a seat next to Brandi as Marge began her explanation.
"I've been in the military for twenty years, girls. I know the defensive moves as well as the offensive ones. I've been trained in them. Jack's training had simply kicked in. His next move would have been to push the guy's knife upward to his heart. He would have been dead before he hit the pavement. As it is, I don't think he had a very good night," offered Marge wryly.
The girls started on me with their questions. I pretty much told them that in today's military, soldiers are well trained in hand to hand combat, as well as with weapons. The training was the same for everyone. I did not tell them about the extra hours I had spent with Sgt. Matt Downs, learning everything he could teach me. He was happy to do it and I had the time.
"I've seen guys a lot younger than you leave the Army, Mr. Jenkins, and they weren't ripped the way you are. How did you do that?" asked Eve.
"That was just a lot of hard work. I wasn't happy with my weight and physique when I went in and was determined to improve. I found a few other guys with the same mindset and we worked out together for a few hours several times a week," I revealed, thinking how I had to do something with my spare time.
"It must be pretty unusual for a guy your age, and a dentist at that, to join the army, isn't it?" questioned Beth.
"Well, it used to be, Beth. I had spent four years in the military as soon as I graduated from high school. My parents had a farm and three younger kids. My mom suggested that I join up, and then take advantage of the G.I. Bill to get a college education. That was exactly what I did. I was a dentist before I was thirty.
"Along the way I married Val and we had Brandi and Zack before I was out of school. It seems that the military needs certain skills and professions. I was offered a nice bonus and the rank of captain for another two years of service, this time as a dentist."
The girls were far more interested in the previous night's attack than my military service and spent the remainder of breakfast telling their personal observations and fears from the encounter.
"Why were you so nasty to that guy, Mr. Jenkins?" asked Linda. "They said they wanted our money. They might have left us alone if we gave them our wallets, but you seemed to egg him on."
"I was charged with taking care of your girls. I knew those two guys were armed and dangerous. I didn't have the luxury of hoping they would be content with robbing us. I felt the best course of action was to take out the first guy while the other one was still several feet away. I was dead certain he would not harm any of you ladies if he had his blade shoved through his heart," I reasoned. "That would leave just one robber and I doubt he would have liked the odds."
"It sounds like you were quite confident of the outcome, Dad," observed Brandi. The Army changed you. The man that left here two years ago would never have been so assured and capable, although I bet you still would've done everything you could to protect me and my friends. You've always been protective that way."
It was turning into a hot June day so everyone decided to spend some time by the pool. The hotel, which was more like a nice motel, was shaped like a U with the pool in the center. Every guest on all three floors had a view of the pool and very little else. When Brandi and her friends made their poolside appearance, every male guest had to be quite pleased with their perspective. The girls all wore small bikinis as they lounged around the pool, soaking in the sun. Although she wore a much more modest one piece suit, Marge had no reason to feel unattractive. She was nicely tanned with strong legs and an ample bosom.
I was seated next to Marge, sipping a beer and enjoying the view the girls afforded when a shadow fell over my face. I looked up and into the eyes of my wife, whom I had not seen for just over two years. I quickly got to my feet.
Val appeared totally bewildered. She kept running her eyes over my face and torso, lingering on the scar on my chest. Then she would look at Marge and then back at me. She must have done that for a full minute before I finally broke the silence.
"Val! It's good to see you," I began.
"What happened to your chest? And who is this woman?" demanded Val when she finally found her voice.
"Mom! I forgot to tell you about Marge! She's a friend of Dad's. He's going to be the best man at her wedding in a month. She's just a friend from the military. Her fiancé will be meeting her tomorrow after the wedding, to which she's invited," blurted Brandi as fast as she could get the words out, in an obvious attempt to defuse any possible scenes.
Val allowed Brandi's explanation to sink in. She nodded slightly as she apparently accepted the explanation.
"I apologize,....Marge, is it? I haven't seen my husband in over two years and I find him sitting by the pool with a very attractive woman. I jumped to what Brandi assures me is the incorrect conclusion. It seems like she would have mentioned you when I spoke with her on the phone a little while ago. That would have better prepared me. Again, I apologize," finished Val.
"No problem. If Jack were my husband, I'd have probably been at your throat. Men like him aren't easy to find and often, are even harder to keep," opined Marge.
"I may have to rethink my apology, Marge. Just how well do you know my husband?" asked Val bluntly.
"Not as well as I wanted, Mrs. Jenkins. I already told your daughter that I tried my damndest to interest Jack, but he'd have none of it. Then I met Ray, my fiancé, and have now accepted that Jack and I will always be friends, but never anything more," confessed Marge.
"As you probably noticed, Marge, I can be blunt. It seems you are the same. Please call me Val. I think we might become friends, too," smiled Val as she extended her hand to Marge.
What the hell had just happened? Val had always been quick to judge the character of people and was usually right, but this acceptance of Marge, even after Marge admitted she had tried to practically seduce me, was way out of the normal. Had Val also changed in the past two years? I watched the two women shake hands like old friends that had just reconnected.
Then we heard a loud voice from across the pool shout, "Marge! Get your cute little ass over here and hug your man!"
I looked toward the source of the booming voice and saw Ray Malloy grinning from ear to ear as he trotted to meet Marge. When they reached each other, he scooped her up and kissed her. Then he stepped into the pool fully clothed! When they surfaced, they were both laughing and hugging. I realized that Ray was the same fun loving guy, whether he was in the service or a civilian. He was always up for a laugh and a good time.
Ray and Marge climbed out of the pool and made their way over to our group. Marge introduced Brandi, and Ray almost crushed her with a big hug.
"So you're Jack's little girl? No wonder he was always writing letters and sending emails to you. He showed us a picture of you, but you were about fifteen in it. I don't think he wanted the guys to see what a babe his daughter was. There'd have been comments and Jack would've had to crack some heads," chuckled Ray.
He had great words of praise for each of Brandi's friends as Marge went through their names. It seemed strange seeing Ray in civilian surroundings since I had met him while we were both serving in the Army. Now we were both civilians and he had shown up a day early to be with Marge.
When Marge introduced Ray to Val, he gave her an ever bigger hug than he gave Brandi. I wondered how much Marge had cautioned Ray and if he would remember it if she had. That question was quickly answered.
"So you're the woman that made Jack the man he is today! Jack was determined to make it home to you, Val. I don't know how many of those damn Taliban he waded through so he could be with you again. That IED had us a little worried, but those scars add character in a man, don't you think?" asked Ray as he slowly became aware of the hush that settled over the group. "Aw shit! I let the cat out of the bag already!"
"Taliban? Did you say Taliban? They don't have Taliban in Germany," stated Brandi as she turned toward me. "You lied to me! You said you spent your tour in Germany, but you were in Afghanistan!"
"I didn't want everyone to worry about me, so I had a friend forward my emails and letters so you'd think I was safe in Germany. It worked out okay," I reasoned. "I'm back in one piece and no one had to lose sleep over me."
"Dad!" cried Brandi. "You could have died. Look at your scars. They were the result of one of those roadside bombs, weren't they? You were in the war and we never even knew it!"
"And look how much worry and fear your dad saved you," Marge pointed out. "You should be proud of him, not castigate him. He served his country and saved his family the pain so many go through every day, worrying if their loved ones will make it home. Well Jack made it home, so let's have a few drinks. Hell, Ray and I were right there with him and we all made it home. We should celebrate life!"
"Marge is right, Brandi. Your dad's okay and that's all that matters now. Whatever he did, he learned what he needed to stop those scumbags last night and I'm damn glad he did," admitted Beth. "Maybe we wouldn't all be here right now if your dad wasn't the man he is. One or more of us could be in the hospital, or worse."
"That's true," agreed Linda. "We should all be happy that he made it back safely. Those scars look sexy as hell! Brandi gets married tomorrow and her dad is here to walk her down the aisle, so I say, let's have good time!"
Somehow, the other girls managed to raise Brandi's spirits and she stopped being upset with me. We hugged and she and her friends headed for more drinks. Val, on the other hand, was quiet. Marge quickly urged Ray to go to her room with his bag and change from his wet clothes, leaving me alone with Val.
"You decided to get even with me by going off and getting killed in some goddamn hell-hole, Jack? What did I say or do that was so wrong? We've always been able to poke and prod each other, to make each other strive for more, work to be better. Why did that suddenly become so wrong?" demanded Val.
"Val, this may take some time. I want to have that time to explain how I felt then, and how I feel now. We don't have the time right now. I would like to have that discussion this evening after the rehearsal, even if it takes all night. Will you wait until then? Will you also be willing to sit by me for awhile and just enjoy the girls and especially Brandi? You have done a wonderful job raising her, Val."
"I think that was one of our joint efforts, Jack," smiled Val. "If you remember, we usually did pretty good when we worked together toward a goal. I'll join you today, and listen to you tonight, Jack, but I don't know what you can say to make this all better. I don't think there is anything that could."
So we spent most of the day enjoying Brandi and her friends. Val and Brandi had made all the wedding arrangements well in advance and would be frantic tomorrow right up to the four o'clock wedding, but were able to relax before the rehearsal, with a minimum of time on their cell phones.
Val and Marge used two cars to drive the girls and me to the police station for our statements. It turned out that the two would-be robbers had long histories with the police. The one I had buried the knife into had come through surgery okay and was expected to make a slow, but complete recovery. That made the girls feel better, so it made me feel better. To me personally, I would not have lost any sleep if he had kicked. He made his choices. He could have seriously hurt one or more of the girls. I made my choice, and I was comfortable it was the right one.
The rehearsal went off without a hitch. I met Brandi's intended, Tim Gibbons, and he seemed like a very responsible young man. My son, Zack made it out of work and was there to learn his role as best man. Tim's friends filled out the remaining groomsmen positions and would be staying at the same hotel as Brandi's girlfriends. I could see a long and loud couple of nights at that hotel. Tim's parents were a bit older than Val and I, and were very gracious. They would also guests at the hotel.
We had a wonderful dinner and then everyone decided to meet at the hotel pool for a little pre-wedding party. Marge and Ray had already started the party before we arrived. Ray kept referring to me as FD and about the fifth time he did, Zack asked him about it.
"By now everyone knows we were in Afghanistan. Jack was obsessed about getting into better shape and losing his paunch. He ran with anyone, usually enlisted men, that would run a few miles every morning. He worked out with weights four or five times a week with the enlisted guys. In normal environments, officers don't usually interact all that much with the enlisted men, but Jack was pumping iron and working out with these men almost every day.
"The Army had the bright idea of assigning a Major Bernice Henderson the task of training the troops about the dangers of politically incorrect interaction between the genders. Mostly that meant the swearing and crude comments about women's various body parts had to stop.
"The day after she came to our base, the Major decided she needed to speak with Jack. Someone must have told her that he would be lifting weights with the enlisted men, so she showed at the small area the men had set up for their workouts. It was a hot summer day, and Jack and the others had been doing a pretty serious workout.
"To a man, not one had a shirt on. Most wore shorts, so the Major had no way of knowing which man was the officer she sought, so she asked for Captain John Jenkins. Jack puts the weight bar back on the bench rest and gets up and walks to the front and stands at attention. Now understand that Jack was all pumped up with a sheen of sweat covering his chest. His scar was fairly new and very evident. It kept him from looking like a pretty boy, though. I was there that day. I can tell you that Jack had what every woman wants!
"This prim and proper major, who has the assignment of teaching every one how to be politically correct, is stunned to see Jack. She was expecting some fat old fart to waddle up. She looks Jack up and down in disbelief and then she finally blurts out, "You're the fucking dentist?"
"The rest, as they say is history. After that, when it was necessary to be politically correct, we referred to Jack as FD, but he was the "fucking dentist" when it was just the guys."
Everyone broke into gales of laughter at Ray's story. Even Val laughed till tears streaked down her cheeks. I reached over and wiped the tears off her face. Brandi had seen the gesture and decided it was time to draw me out. I'm sure she wouldn't have said anything if she hadn't had a couple drinks.
"So Dad, are you still pissed at Mom for what she said that day at party?" asked Brandi in front of many of our family and friends, as well as her fiancé's parents. "Do you think two years is long enough to punish her, or are you going to keep it up indefinitely?"
I gave Brandi's question some thought. If anyone else had approached me like that, I would have been furious. Brandi knew I can't be very upset with her and she took advantage of that fact from time to time.
"Brandi, since you've asked, I'll tell you what I'm thinking. The incident that most people think precipitated my tour in the military occurred in front of family and friends, so it's only fitting I explain my feelings in the same surroundings. Two years ago, I was working sixty hours a week. I was overweight and tired all the time.
"Val was working hard, too. The difference was she was in fantastic shape and seemed to have boundless energy. I became dissatisfied with my looks, my health, and my life in general. No one knew it, but I had tried dieting for three months and had gained four pounds.
"Ever since Val and I first met, we always had a mock adversarial relationship. We tried to do better than each other. We'd make silly bets about who would get the better mark on a test, or see the most license plates from New Jersey. Sometimes they were silly, sometimes serious. When Val was thinking of going back to school to get her masters, she kept coming up with reasons why she couldn't or shouldn't. The kids were too small, it cost too much, she didn't have the time... you get the picture.
"At a Thanksgiving dinner, with her parents and mine in the room, I told Val that she was a pathetic chicken shit and she should forget about going to school. She wasn't smart enough, she was just a girl, I was the head of the house and would earn enough to live comfortably, and she should be content having babies and raising them."
"Are you serious, Dad? You said that to mom? Did she get angry?" asked Brandi.
"You were there, kiddo, but too young to remember it. Did she get angry? Is the Pope Catholic? She reamed me out for three days. Then she signed up for the classes and got her masters.
"So almost twenty years later, Val sees me overweight and out of shape, working too many hours, and neglecting the things that mean the most to me. At a Memorial Day picnic with family and friends present, Val tells everyone that she's afraid a piece of ass and a bike ride would kill me. I should brush up on my oral skills because I wouldn't be able to ever satisfy her, or any woman again with my big gut, low endurance, and limp dick."
"No shit, FD! Val said that in front of your family and friends?" asked Ray in amazement.
"That and a few more things I don't care to repeat, Ray. I was in a funk already. The Army had been recruiting me and somehow it all came together. Val obviously had no respect for me. I already knew I hadn't done very well the last few times we made love. Her comments cut me to the bone. I went and signed up the next day and shipped out as soon as I could. I had to agree to go to Afghanistan, since that was where they wanted me in the first place. I just neglected to mention it to Brandi. By that time I wasn't even talking to Val.
"I was actually sitting in a tent in some mountain village near Pakistan when I realized that Val was just giving me a kick in the ass, much like I had done to her all those years ago. It was an epiphany. The problem was I had way over reacted and I was afraid to admit it to Val. Hell, I didn't even know for sure if we were still married. After the way I left, she had every right to divorce my sorry ass. That was the day I became obsessed with getting into shape."
"Wow, Dad! I knew you left because of what Mom said, but I didn't know she was trying to wake you up. I was mad at her for a year because she had chased you away from us," revealed Brandi. "Mom, I owe you a big apology."
"I didn't blame you, or Jack. I knew I had gone too far with some of my comments. To belittle a man about his sexual abilities in front of others is unforgivable," admitted Val. "I just wanted Jack to lose some weight and get healthy so I would have him for a very long time, and it all backfired."
"Well, you have to admit, Val, that it did wake me up. I'm in far better shape than I've been in a long time, if not my entire life. Now it's you that would never be able to keep up with me. You'd be crying "Uncle" before I was even warmed up," I confidently predicted.
I heard a few gasps as I watched Val's face. She seemed shocked at first, but then I saw the corners of her lips form a little smile.
"Bullshit!" spat Val. "On the best day of your life, you'd still fall way short. Have you ever heard me cry "Uncle"? I never have and I never will!"
"I'm just saying that I'm in far better condition than you are, Val. You simply wouldn't be able to keep up," I reiterated.
"Listen to you two!" interrupted Brandi. "This is the night before my wedding and I refuse to allow you two to argue, especially about such a personal thing. My future in-laws and friends are here, listening to all this crap. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"This is between your father and me, Brandi. You're right. It is personal, and personally, I think he's delusional. Playing soldier has given him a false sense of pride."
"Oh yeah? We'll see who's telling the truth and who cries "Uncle" right now," I snarled as I stood up, grabbed Val, tossed her over my shoulder and carried her toward my room.
"Uh oh," laughed Ray. "It looks like a fucking marathon..... literally."
I tossed Val on the bed and locked the door. She was already half undressed by the time I turned around. I popped the buttons off my shirt and tossed it in the corner. Then I kicked off my shoes and socks, dropped my pants and boxers at the same time and stepped out of them. Val was naked by that time.
"Now, let's see what you can do, braggart!" goaded Val.
I hadn't been laid in over two years and my cock was so hard I could drive nails with it, but one battle does not win the war. I started slowly, kissing Val for a long time. Then I worked my way down her body. An hour later, my cock was still hard and had not yet entered her. Val was pushing my face away from her center.
"Just say "Uncle" and I might let you rest," I mumbled around her clit.
"Hah!" groaned Val. "I have not yet begun to fuck"!
An hour and four positions later, I again asked Val if she wanted to yield.
"I'm just waiting my turn on top," she managed as she shuddered through an orgasm.
The end of the next hour saw both of us sweating profusely. Val was riding me reverse cowgirl style and asking, "Have you had enough, Jack. I don't think you've ever cum more than three times in a night. We can call it a draw. We need to get cleaned up. Let's take a shower and go to sleep."
"Are you saying "Uncle," I asked.
"Not even close, General Patton," muttered Val.
I got off the bed, picked Val up and tossed her over my shoulder. Then I opened the door and marched outside. We were both naked. Val tried to protest, but was worried about making too much noise and waking everyone up in the middle of the night. I tossed her into the pool and jumped in after her. When I reached her side, I lifted her up and placed her on the edge of the pool and dove headfirst into her muff one more time.
It took a few minutes but she began to shake and moan quietly. I could tell she was trying to keep it suppressed, but there are some things you just can't stop. Suddenly, Val let out what sounded like a low scream.
"Okay! Uncle! Please, Jack, you win. No more! Uncle!" groaned Val.
I was feeling pretty tired but really good. Then I heard a stentorian voice boom out from the third floor darkness, "Thank God! The fucking dentist won! Now we can all get some sleep!"
The courtyard was filled with applause as Val and I ran naked back to our room.
