The Way of the War
after the war

We almost decided to move the wedding date forward by two years to co-inside with V-E day. The end of the war in EU. But decided to leave it alone, besides to a lot effort had gone into the readying for the tenth.

The wedding party went off with out a stoppage and erica 's little belly bulge was hardly obtrusive. After all she was only about 4 or 5 month pregnant at the time. Let them count ... later ... Erica laughs.

We departed for our Honeymoon in a small floatplane loaned to us by the USAAF. My Dad had spoken to some of the bigwig at the oil companionship and we were able to use one of their private Lodges. In a commonwealth with a lot of cancel lakes with no modern amenities we nestled down for a hebdomad.

When we departed we had no idea where we were going. We climbed into the aeroplane there was a map taped to the ascendancy dialog box with latitude and Longitude written in red. When we reached the coordinate, below us was a pristine lake and at one end their was a flashing red beacon.

We touched down and Taxied to the boat wharf in the shape of a'T'where we tied up at the redress end of the dock. The unexpended end was taken up by a boat sign of the zodiac. We unloaded and walked down the bobtail and up a tenuous incline to the bumpkinly Cabin. I opened the recessed and concealed compartment in one of the porch posts. This contained the padlock key for the front door.

I opened the door and turned to erica placed my arm around her back and the other arm under her pegleg and swept her off her feet and carried her across the doorstep. Before I set her on her human foot I placed a tender kiss upon her mouth and said I love you Mrs Lincoln.

I put her down and we gazed at the interior of our Honeymoon rook. It was one Large room with a loft orotund enough to take for two full sized beds a dresser and end tables accessed by a spiral staircase. The lower berth section, the left slope was a life elbow room with a sofa and two easy chairs with stands for the oil Lanterns. The the right way side was the dining elbow room and kitchen. There was a great cast iron wood burning cooking stove with a shelf above which held the pots and pans. Other ledge on that wall held knockout and can goods and other solid food stuff.
There was a large deep sink with a hand pump Dad had told me about the pump there was a diverter valve when in the lake direction water from the lake could be pumped in for cleaning. In the opposite position the pump delivered snappy clear clean house H2O from a natural leap which was stored in a cistern at the top of a small hill. Neath the loft was was the lower bed room which mirrored the loft, The beds were end to end with about 5'between the ft of each bed.

The spiral staircase was behind the sustenance room and behind the staircase was the door to the bathroom and to the back porch. The bathroom had guide water from another cisterna from the lake piss. My teaching was that I should pump the water tank full everyday. There was also a small wood stove to heat water for baths.

The waste water and faecal waste matter was sent to a cesspool system all by gravity feed. A lot of money had been spent on this paradise in the outdoors. The front porch had wolf and deer tegument tacked on to the walls and there were bunker hung on hooks. And their were two rocking death chair and a porch swing perfective for evening relaxation and contemplation.
There was a pacify zephyr blowing off the Lake, I opened the window on either side of the Cabin. The cross airing worked well enough that the Cabin stayed cool even when the stove was lit. There was a lean-to shed next to the house which had a small tractor and wagon which enabled me to keep the supply of wood complete.

As much as we wanted to consummate our spousal relationship life must go on. By the prison term we had everything done including baths it was after dreary We settled down into each others arms and in second base we were both sound asleep.

But not to be denied I awoke at around 0230 to the entitle succour of a still sleeping erica. She had rolled over during the night and I was spooned around her. In her sleep her articulatio coxae were gently moving. My extremely heavily cock lay between her legs and the rim of her cunt were encasing it. Her head was laying on my left arm and that paw was stroking her left nipple. My justly handwriting moved down from her right chest to the soft down around her navel and on to her snatch haircloth finally reaching and tweaking her clitoris.

With that stroke her center popped opened and we both gained relief. She began to laugh,"here we are an old marital couple ... getting off like two teenagers in the bet on hindquarters of a car."
I joined her laughter threw the covers back and said,"Damned what a mess. I sure hope there are enough mainsheet to last a week."

I lit the fire in the bathroom kitchen range. When I walked back in true heath was changing the sheets and was bent over and her hips were moving back and forth ... That 's all it took One extra sway and I was hard as a rock I grabbed her pelvic arch and rammed it home. erica squealed in surprise and braced herself on the bed. I reached around her and slid my fingers on to her clit which was as voiceless as steel and rubbed it.

Her rosehip began to spiral more, I left her clit and worked my way to her breasts those perfect spheres of women flesh I pinched, twisted and tweaked them. I was pulling on her body, pulling her back on to me. I was pulling so hard that I lost my residue and fell backwards dragging her with me. I landed on my butt in the storey and she landed on top of me. We never separated and we continued apoplexy. I nibbled and slobbered on the spinal column of her neck as I continued to caress her breasts.

It is a wonder that the woman chaser did n't do her. As she neared her climax she was howling and I was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf trying to blow the star sign down. She began to restate herself ..."NOW … NOW ... NOW and another howl ROOOWEOOOELLLLLL. Her Pussy clamped down on my cock as she had her climax ... Her kitty-cat sinew continued to contract bridge and release until I shouted YESSSS. I bathed her womb with baby juice. If she had n't already been pregnant she would receive been after that. We collapsed there in the trading floor dragging the nasty piece of paper she had been changing into the floor with us.

We awoke the next morning with those flat solid wrapped around us and the cum had dried and was sticking to our bodies we were a mess. I swear the dried cum was ripping off tomentum and skin as we pealed them off of us. The little stove I had lit during the night was out and the boiler I had sat on it was boiled dry ... But would n't trade the retentiveness for nothing.

Later that day we walked along the lake shoring and watched the different fauna that came down to drink or to captivate food for thought. We sat down and watched a pair of Otters playing, they were hilarious. And yes we did see a wolf, in fact there were seven of them. I told Erica these were the one she had called. They scampered in to the bush as soon as they saw us.
The days were taken up with exploring and workplace around the Cabin. The nights with reaffirming our love. But as all good things must get to an end. The day arrived that we had to go away. I cranked up the planing machine and we took off. Almost immediately I noticed something wrong the sky was darkening and my compass Menachem Begin spinning, lightening was flashing and boom was clashing. I started raining not a mizzle but a full phase of the moon fledged storm visibility was zero. the woodworking plane was being tossed a round like a badly made paper airplane. We dropped at to the lowest degree a 100 human foot in an instant, then was flung to the side.

I tried to climb above it but the locomotive tried to stall. The next thing is to try to get under, I began moving lower, my instruments were going haywire I had no idea where or how luxuriously I was. Then the think that scares me the most the engine began to cut out. I looked over at Erica who was trying to institutionalize out a may day ... she was shaking her headland … the tuner was n't working.

'Dotty …. I am in trouble …. ca n't give you coordinates … In a bad storm I think we are going down .'I dipped the nose a bit more hoping for a exonerated daub but also afraid to get too low there were heap and trees ... very big trees. Our only Bob Hope is to see a clear post over water and try to set down.

Lightening flashed close to starboard and I heard a audio like a car door hit with a power hammer. Then nothing but the storm ... the engine had quit .. we were dropping fast. I tried to resume but it seemed like no spark at all.

Suddenly as if a window opened I could see below us and could see piss ... lupus erythematosus than a 100 feet below then the window closed. I told erica to keep on it was going to get rough in ... she laughed,"You mean worsened then now ?"

I tried to set a soaring pattern to bring the plane on down ... it seemed to be working there was a heartbeat of lightening and absolutely ahead of us I could see Tree Now if that ai n't the shits looks like a small Island in the midriff of a big lake. Nothing I can do about we are going down.

We skimmed the body of water then the pontoon sank in the pee then porpoised, we hit land then crashed into the Tree and slammed to a stoppage. A tree limb had crashed thru the windshield. I was bleeding from the tattered chalk. I looked to true heath she was covered in descent and her left field berm was at an awkward angle, The Tree limb had prick open her scalp from her eyebrow just above her left ear to the binding of her head. She was unconscious,

I pulled her from the co-pilot 's seat and lay her in the aisle between the passenger seats. I broke out the first aide kit and began to try and stop her bleeding. It was not going to be pretty but her scalp had to be sewn up. I washed the cut with alcohol then began to stitch I am glad she was out I am sure enough this had to hurt. Finally the last stitch and I tied it off and sprinkled sulfa pulverisation along its length.

I checked her berm, I was not sure if it was broken or just dislocated. I decided the best thing was just to wrap the totally thing till a Doctor could calculate at it. I looked out he porthole the rain was still coming down. I found a prick kit and removed the seats from the port position and stacked them on top of the starboard hind end. I pulled some blankets from the consignment orbit. I lay one on the floor edged Erica on to it then covered her up with another.

I decided to check the cargo surface area and wee-wee an stock-taking of our resourcefulness. An inflatable life raft rated for 6 which meant it would hold 4. Hmm, With motor, 1 HP. There was even a 1 gallon exigency gas can and it was full. A feeding bottle of purifying pills for water, a box of C - blackleg and K - strikebreaker. For the two of us we had enough for almost a month plus 3 canteen and inner circle kits. As long as we were at the woodworking plane there was a 5 Imperial gallon water container and paper cups. We had our clothes and would have to go through them and only hold what we needed. I was also surprised to find a a wrack with a 30-06 and a twenty two rifles with one box of 30-06 rounds and 5 boxes of twenty two long rifle ammo. That plus the fact I never went anywhere without my Luger.

I used my awol bag for a pillow and lay next to Erica and went to sleep. Later I could here water system lapping the bottom of the fuselage. I looked out the crosshatch the pelting had stopped but the island was gone ... it was under water. I was not really worried about it as yet most of these lakes had outlets and generally remained at a constant level.

I contacted Dotty again, 'We are down on an Island in the middle of a expectant dead body of water. The Island is under water at this meter. I am not sure if the plane is visible we are enwrapped by trees an their limbs. I am alright but Erica is badly injured. I sewed up her head word about a 5 to 6 in gash I believe I saw her skull while I tried to clean the wound. Her shoulder is also broken or dislocated I have it strapped down. She has not wakened since the chance event .'

'I have no estimation where we are, I flew blind for over two hours with no ambit, no altimeter and Zero visibility. The engine gave out and there was no Thomas More chance we were going down. The damn Island was a good fortune and there was no prospect to deflect it. We were golden we missed hitting a tree diagram forefront on. My only if guess is we are still in Northern Minnesota in their lake country. The way we were going
we could be in Canada .'

After we signed off I checked on Erica and dribbled a few drops of water system into her backtalk ... her tongue licked at her sass but she did n't open up her oculus or make a speech sound. I took the alcoholic drink and cleaned her head. It never seemed to affect her. She was starting to occupy me.

I looked out the hatch and could already tell the piss was receding. Not much gumption of doing any thing right now. Just let erica rest and hope she comes out of this. Six hours later the water was back to normal but true heath was still out. I climbed out of the woodworking plane for a flavour around. I walked to the rump of the plane there was about 10 understructure of white sand with a metal expression. I turned and looked back at the plane it was almost unseeable I walked around the island which was no problem since it was less than 50 feet in length and half that wide, almost completely trapped. Dotty had been tuned in and filming everything.

I heard a scream and ran back to the planer true heath was a wake"What happened, what is wrongly with my shoulder, why does my oral sex hurt."she started to reach for her forefront.
I told her it was n't a commodity idea that I had to sew her head wound, and her shoulder might be broken. She wanted a mirror I told her I did n't have one, Her font and headway was badly intumesce and I did n't bid for her to see it.

I made one of the C-Rats which happened to consume chicken soup in it. Little by little she was capable to get the soup down. I was really worried about her head it seemed to get bigger and bigger. I was becoming worried that I would have cut it open and run out the wound.

I looked in the aesculapian kit and found some aspirin, I crumbled three in to a deoxyephedrine of piss and gave it to her. In moment she was out inhuman again, I covered her and watched over her again. I lay beside her and drifted off to log Z's. Some time during the night ….

I woke up late the next morning I was awkward and knew not why I looked around there was pus and blood all over Erica I reached over and touched her … she was frigidness and rigid. From the looks of her fingers she had began to scratch up and had burst the stitches subject and she bled to death. 'Dotty, true heath is Dead work a motion picture of what you see. I am going to leave alone her in the plane and I am going to work my way out of here.

The appointment is May 20 1945 Erica and I have been Married 10 days .