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The Conner Family Ch. 03

Chapter 03

Nightmares Of A Broken Promise


It was a beautiful day, thought Navy Captain Jennifer Ann Conner as she sat looking up at the nearly clear blue sky on this mid May morning. Yes, a good day to go flying, she decided. She snorted. Any day was a good day to fly. Except during thunderstorms, she corrected herself.

That was not fun at all she had to admit thinking of her previous experiences. Like landing on a pitching carrier deck, during a thunderstorm, at night. That was more of a nightmare, she thought shaking her head, remembering the three times she had to do that.

She sighed. Conner felt refreshed and relaxed after four weeks of leave at home. She had then returned to Florida for training on some new upgraded electronics on the Navy's jet fighters.

She wiggled in her seat to make sure the straps were all tight and secure. She took a deep breath, testing the airflow through the mask. Then she scanned the instruments again. Good to go, she thought.

She was sitting in her F-18 Hornet waiting for the tower to give them clearance to take off. They were currently on hold, waiting on the runway for the cross traffic to land, a flight of eight newly assigned Hornets and then a carrier transport. And only two of the eight Hornets had landed. They were spread out about two to four minutes apart.

Must be new-bies, she thought.

She looked down the runway and watched the heat generated mirages shimmer. The air-conditioned cockpit helped against the early spring heat wave.

"Diamond Two to Diamond One," came the male voice of her wing-man, Horse. Who went with the real name of Lieutenant Commander Chuck Cooper.

"Diamond One," she replied. "What's up, Horse?"

"If they keep us here much longer, we're going to need a refueling."

Conner smiled. "Yep, I hear you." She again glanced at her fuel gauges. "If we go below three quarters. We scrub."

"Yeeeah," returned Horse slowly. "I do so hate flying on fumes."

"I hear ya," sighed Conner, darkly remembering that one landing she had made with low fuel. Their refueling tanker had to return to the carrier due an engine problem. The backup tanker wasn't even on the flight deck. So, as they approached the carrier she had the members of her squadron line up according to how much fuel they had, with lowest first.

Then, after landing last on the carrier, the engines of her fighter had cut out before she could taxi down the flight deck.

Another male voice spoke up, "Hey boss, I think there's an SP out here writing us a parking ticket."

Conner snickered, her dark memories evaporating. That was Horse's RIO or Radar Intercept Officer also called the weapon's officer, Lt. Frank Davis.

A female voice came from behind her. "Last time we waited this long we got booted." It was Conner's RIO, Lt. Alice Sweet.

"How'd you pay the fine?" asked Davis.

Sweet replied, "I traded in Horse's, jeep."

There was a burst of laughter. "So that's were my jeep went," said Horse.

"Tower to Diamond Flight, cut the chatter."

Conner chuckled. Her thoughts went to how well the four of them worked as a team. The other half of her squadron, the other two Hornet crews would be flying this afternoon. Why they were not all flying together was up to Command. And they did not explain.

"Sweet, you all set back there?" asked Conner, looking up into the small mirror to see the helmeted head of Sweet, sitting behind her in the cramped confines of the cockpit of the Hornet.

Sweet gave her a thumbs-up saying, "All set, Bitch." She then chuckled "I really love that name."

Conner smiled. "So do I."

"What a pair," said Sweet. "Bitch and Sweet."

Conner chuckled. "We do okay." `Bitch.' That was her call sign once she was in the fighter. Distinctive individual call signs were becoming tough to get. She had picked hers after her flight instructor had told her that if she would settle down and listen to him and paid real good attention she would be a `bitch' of a pilot.

She did. And she was. Attested to her by her twenty three years of service, having the rank of Captain, the 346 successful combat missions and her high carrier rating.

She smiled. Remembering that one for real dog fight she had been involved in.

It had involved the three out of four Iranian fighter jets that penetrated too close to the Carrier Group when they entered the Carrier's protective bubble. It was while she and Horse were flying air patrol during their last deployment in the Arabian Sea. It had occurred at their closest approach to Iran, two hundred miles off shore in international waters.

The approaching Iranian pilots had been repeatedly warned off, she remembered, and she had even buzzed them. Yet all four pilots had stayed on course, straight towards the carrier. And she had verified that all four were loaded with missiles and other ordnance.

Then she got the go to splash any of them that went past the 100-mile limit. The entire Carrier Group had gone on high alert.

Meanwhile the Carrier was scrambling other jets for intercept. No one was taking a chance of a suicide-minded pilot, never mind four of them, getting within range of any of the ships.

She did as ordered.

Conner remembered that it had been an interesting few minutes, that dogfight. Even before they had crossed the 100-mile line she got up behind the fighters and Sweet got a weapons lock on the lead fighter. She then gave them one last verbal warning.

Which, they ignored.

Then they crossed the line.

The rear Iranian pilot decided to take her and Horse on, or was ordered to. And he made the mistake of attempting to loop around over them. Perhaps he did not think a female pilot could or would even dare go against him.

Conner didn't wait and launched a missile at the lead Iranian jet that was already painted as a target.

She remembered that at the same time she had ordered Horse to take the single jet while she went after the other two who increased speed.

The three remaining Iranian jets split up and she went after the closest fighter. Sweet was quickly able to get a lock and Conner launched another missile after it.

Then, not waiting, Conner turned after the third.

The lead Iranian jet became a flaming fireball that spiraled down into the sea.

"One down," stated Sweet.

"Two down," reported Horse.

Conner continued chasing the remaining Iranian.

"Confirmed, three down," stated Sweet.

"Paint his ass, Sweet," said Conner, staying with that last racing Iranian as he bobbed up and down and twisted about, trying to keep her from getting a weapons lock. She kept after him.

"He's good," muttered Sweet.

Then Conner heard the tone indicating target lock at the same time she saw it on the heads-up display and she fired a third missile.

"But we're better," returned Conner as she took their fighter in a tight turn to stay with the Iranian.

Ahead of her the Iranian did a triple roll trying to throw her off and the missile.

But, still she kept after him. That pilot really began to twist and dodge trying to both avoid getting hit and to get closer to the Carrier.

"I have a lock," reported Sweet.

Conner was ready to fire off a second missile at the remaining fighter when there was a sudden burst of flame and smoke from the rear of that last jet. Then there was a secondary explosion as the jet's fuel tanks added to the explosion about five hundred yards ahead of them.

Flaming wreckage rained down into the sea.

"Still at 71 miles," reported Sweet.

"Secure weapons," ordered Conner.

"Nice," came Horse's voice. "Coming up on your left. Bitch."

She looked over at him and he had his thumb up.

"Tango Flight to Home Plate," she reported, "The Bitch says the sky is clear. Four splashed. Repeat four splashed."

Her wing man `Horse' made sure the entire ship knew she had splashed three of the bad guys before they had returned.

Then `Bitch' and company got a nice reception on their return. It was not like the movie with Tom Cruise in `Top Gun.' No music or a mob of crew-members rushing across the busy flight deck, but it was okay.

It never bothered her either, killing those pilots. She was doing her duty. She was protecting the ships and the thousands of her fellow crew-members in the Carrier Group. For whatever reason, those Iranian pilots had been just dumb ass stupid to think of even attempting to get near the group.

The event only made a splash on the news because of the complaint filed by the Iranian Government to the United Nations against the unwarranted aggression by the United States Navy.

Three weeks later she was promoted to Captain.

Then a month ago, when the Carrier Group returned home, her wing was transferred to a Naval base in Florida for more training on new electronics. She and her group took four weeks of leave and went home. And now, today, she was flying and would have the fun of dropping some laser-guided ordinance on a well-used target range.

If we ever get permission to take off, she muttered to herself, as she watched the eighth fighter land.

About two minutes later, the cargo plane landed.

"Tower, Diamond Flight you are clear for takeoff."

Conner focused back on today and checked her fuel. Still above the three quarters. "Horse, how's your fuel?"

"Fuel good, Bitch."

"Tower, this is Bitch in Diamond One, commencing take off. Horse, you with me?"

"Ready, Bitch."

"Diamond Flight commencing roll in three ... two ... one." With that Conner got the jet rolling at full power and the Hornet roared down the runway.

She loved the feeling of power and the acceleration of takeoff.

It did not take long before she reached speed and eased the fighter jet up off the runway. At twenty feet she got the landing gear up. When they were locked she brought the jet into a steeper climb. "Beginning climb."

Behind her Sweet said, "Nice takeoff. Better than a catapult."

"Yeah," agreed Conner. "But the catapult is such a rush."

"Oh! Yeah," agreed Sweet.

"Yep! Nothing like a carrier launch," added Horse.

Sweet then stated, "Diamond Flight maintain course at zero twenty five degrees. Stand by for course change at angels 15 to one niner five."

"Roger that." stated Conner.

"Diamond Two, roger," said Horse.

Conner scanned the instruments again and was satisfied all was well. Her fuel was good for this short flight and return.

It was then Conner spotted the large flock of birds. "Birds!" she called out a second before they flew through the flock. There were several impacts felt. Suddenly the windscreen before her splintered and cracked with blood, feathers and red gore.

"Shit!" she muttered. The windscreen held together but she could not see through it. The jet seemed to shudder and stall in its climb.

Alarms began to sound off in the cockpit.

"Diamond flight," she called out as she scanned the instruments. "Horse, stay clear we might be dropping parts."

Horse said, "Left rear low, going high. We're good, Bitch."

"Horse. I'm blind my windscreen's shattered and covered with bird."

Sweet called out. "Engine two is out. Attempting restart."

Then there were two more sudden loud jolts. The fighter shuddered through its airframe.

Another alarm sounded off.

Sweet called out again. "Engine one out. Both down. No restart on two. Attempting restart on one."

"Bitch," called Horse. "Your loosing fuel from your left engine."

"Sweet, cancel restart on one," snapped Conner, knowing that her leaking right engine could explode if restarted. She and Sweet could end up dead real quick.

"Roger, restart canceled," repeated Sweet. "Attempting restart on engine two."

Conner scanned her instruments. They had yet to reach 5,000 feet. She was loosing speed fast. "Diamond One, to tower. I had a Bird Strike. Say again Bird Strike. Lost both engines. We are a rock."

"Roger Diamond One. Turn right to one seven zero for emergency approach."

Sweet reported, "No restart on two."

"Negative return, Tower," stated Conner. "Repeat we are a rock." She glanced in the mirror. "Sweet, find me a clear spot. Make it a big one."

Conner scanned her instruments again. They were already loosing altitude and their speed was still dropping.

"Negative restart engine two," reported Sweet. "There! The golf course, to your left beyond the school and the trees."

Conner looked. "Anything closer?"

"There's the lake, to your right," stated Sweet.

Horse stated, "Bitch, I think the lake is too far. You'll end up in a housing project."

"Roger, Horse." Conner asked again, "Anything else?"

"Behind us, the runway," suggested Sweet.

Conner glanced at her speed and altitude. They were already down to 4,620 feet and dropping fast. "Never make it."

"The highway?" questioned Sweet.

"Can you see it?" demanded Conner. "Traffic?"

Frank Davis stated, "The highway east is a parking lot."

Horse's voice came to her. "Negative, Bitch. West has too many cars, bridges and other obstacles"

"Golf course it is." Conner eased the jet to the left and aimed towards the golf course beyond the bases' elementary school. "Tower, Diamond One we are going down. Aiming for the golf course. Horse, still can't see, give me a heading."

"Tower, Roger Diamond One. Rescue trucks on the way."

Horse's voice came to her. "Bitch, another ten left."

She watched her compass and eased the jet left.

"Looking good, Bitch."

Conner glanced up to the mirror. "Sweet! Eject! Eject! Eject!"

"See you on the ground!" stated Sweet.

Then there was the noise as the canopy blew off and the rush of wind. Followed rapidly by the sound of the ejection seat leaving the jet.

Then it was surprisingly quiet.

"Diamond Two, Tower, Diamond One, has one ejection. Rear seat," said Horse. "Ejected over the base theater."

"Tower, Roger Diamond Two. Diamond One has rear seat eject. Base theater."

Conner kept looking for a better place to put the jet down. "Horse."

"Here, Bitch."

"Still can't see. How's my heading?"

"Go five right, heavy woods then the golf course."

"Thanks, Horse," replied Conner as she made a course correction.

Just then the wind blew some of the gore off the windscreen and she was able to see somewhat through the remains of her windscreen. Conner glanced at the instruments. The jet was dropping too fast.

She began looking at the golf course beyond the wide band of trees, too far she thought and started to look for something closer.

The parking lot before the school?

Nope, she thought, knowing that after impact the jet would explode and the flaming wreckage and ordnance would likely plow right into the crowded school.

"The school parking lot," suggested Horse.

"Negative. I'll end up in a classroom," stated Conner. "Not going to be responsible for killing a bunch of kids."

"You're right," came Horse's voice. "I don't see anyplace else."

Looks like I'm going to ride you in, she thought, knowing that she could eject and let the jet fall wherever and do whatever in damage. But Conner also knew she just could not let that happen. She was responsible. Her sense of duty and up bringing would not let her.

Bitch indeed, she told herself.

"Golf course," she stated. "Horse, how's my heading?"

"Heading good. Losing altitude too fast."

She worked with the controls and got the jet heading down to gain some speed. Then she pulled up some and she cleared the school at about 310 feet. Then she spotted the trees and the homes beyond. Nope not doing that either, she decided.

"Houses," she muttered.

Horse directed, "Bank ten right, Bitch."

"Got it." She banked to the right away from the homes and brought the nose of the jet down sharply and then she had the nose pointed at the edge of the tree line. "Thanks, Horse."

Then she was only seconds from impacting.

Conner ejected.

She was pushed down into the seat as she left the fighter. Then it was quiet.

Conner watched as her fighter jet vanished into the trees with a roar of an explosion and a ball of fire erupted. She was already out of the seat and the parachute was opening. She knew she was too close to the ground. Looking down she watched as the black cloud of smoke and flame rolled up towards her. There was nothing she could do.

She muttered, "Sorry, Mom."

There was a large explosion.

The boiling ball of flames engulfed her.

Then the concussion wave hit.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Mid January the following year.

It was now nine months after the accident.

Ken woke to a scream and Jen was thrashing about in the bed.

"Jen! Jen!" He touched her arms. "Jen! Wake up!"

Her left arm came up and caught his nose hard. Blood began to flow.

"Jen!" he called.

Jen's eyes popped open and she looked up at him. "Oh, Ken," she sobbed. Sitting up she threw herself into his arms. She was breathing heavily. Crying softly.

There was a knock on the door. "Jen? Ken you okay?"

Ken sniffed trying to stop the blood to no avail. "Come in, Mom."

Sharon Conner opened the door and in the blinking Christmas lights saw Jen and Ken sitting up in bed naked. Jen was huddled in his arms.

"Light, Mom," said Ken.

Sharon flipped the switch and the overhead light came on. Then she saw the blood. "Who's hurt?" she asked stepping towards them.

"Me," replied Ken, "My nose."

Sharon turned and left the room.

Ken could feel Jen take a deep shuddering breath as she clung to him. He asked, "That dream again?"

Jen just nodded her head.

"That's the third time now," said Ken.

"I know," whispered Jen. She took another ragged breath.

Sharon came back in and sat on the end of the bed and handed Ken a washcloth. "Ice in there."

Ken nodded. "Thanks." Then he placed the ice pack against his nose.

Jen leaned away from him. "Did I do that?' It was then she realized she was naked and tried to cover herself up. "Sorry."

Sharon picked up Jen's pajama top from the end of the bed and handed it to her. "I've seen your birthday suit before. So, what's this about nightmares?"

Jen quickly slipped the pajama top on and pulled the blankets up to cover her legs. She then turned to Ken. "Did I hit you?"

"It was the dream, Jen. Not you."

"I am so sorry," sobbed Jen.

Ken touched her face with his free hand, "Jen, not your fault." He leaned toward her and kissed her forehead then placed his forehead on hers. Jen took a couple of deep breaths and visibly relaxed.

"Would you two like to join me for some hot chocolate?" Sharon looked at Jen.

Jen turned to her and nodded. "That would be nice."

Sharon nodded. "Down stairs or over in my room? We can watch something really stupid."

Jen gave her a bit of a smile. "I could use really stupid right now."

"Good." Sharon got up and walked towards the door. "Remember house rules. No bare butts in the theater."

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Jen sat on a chair after putting on her pajama bottoms. Ken, whose nose had stopped bleeding, had a sweat suit on and had just finished changing the sheets and pillow that he had dribbled blood on. There was more blood than he thought. He did not have an extra pillow.

Jen looked over at him. "I am sorry."

"I know." He looked at her. "Jennifer Ann, not your fault."

She stood and went over to him. "I find that I still depend on you for so much." She rose up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Now you rescue me from my nightmares. How can I ever thank you?"

"Well, tomorrow how about some of your beef stew?"

"Is that all you want?" she smiled at him.

"Can I share your pillow?"

Jen stepped up to him and gave him a hug. "Of course you can. You make me feel ... so loved. How do you put up with me?"

Ken hugged her. "Jen, you are the world to me." He kissed the top her head. "I will help you through this."
"Jennifer, we will all help you through this," said Sharon from the door. She was holding a tray with mugs on it. "And I know someone who can help. Someone I trust. He's over at the V.A." She looked at them for a moment. "He ... helped me after Robert died. I called their emergency line and he had an opening. So you have an appointment tomorrow at eleven." She paused then added. "I can cancel it if you wish."

Jen looked up at Ken.

"I'll go with you."

"I will too," stated Sharon. "And I think your Mom and Dad are free tomorrow morning."

Jen just nodded her head.

"Alright," said Sharon. "And I'll take us all out to lunch afterward."

Jen leaned against Ken and sighed. "Okay." She looked up at him then turned to Sharon and stated, "Only because Kenneth needs his beauty sleep."

"What?" asked Ken.

Sharon began to chuckle and turned towards her room. "Well come on, I'm not going to drink all this coco myself."

Jen took Ken's hand and pulled him towards the door. "Come along, Sweetheart, time for something really stupid."

"I need beauty sleep?"

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

The following morning:

Jennifer Ann Conner was sitting in an office on a small couch. With her on the couch to her right was Ken, whose hand she held. Next to the end of the couch on her left was a chair where her Mom, Karen Conner, was sitting next to her. On her Mom's left was Sam Conner, Jen's father. Her Aunt Sharon was sitting in another chair at the other end of the couch.

The couch and chairs formed a small semi-circle so everyone could see each other.

Across from Jen was seated Doctor Philip Adams, who was wrapping up her session as he glanced at the notes he had taken. His dark blue Navy uniform and stripes indicated that he was a Captain.

"You've had this dream three times now, correct," asked Adams.

"Yes, Sir," replied Jen.

"Jen, do I have to get all formal here? Please, here in the office, Philip or Phil. Besides you were just recently discharged. Correct?"

Jen nodded.

Adams asked, "That comment you made just before the fireball got to you, what was that about?"

"I thought of my Mom."

Karen reached over and took Jen's left hand and held it.

"But why that particular comment?" asked Adams. "What was it again you said?"

Jen tightened her grip on Ken's hand and glanced at Karen. "I said, `Sorry Mom'." She turned back to face Adams again.

Adams looked over at her and asked, "Why did you feel sorry?"

Jen turned back to her mother, as her grip on Ken's hand got a little tighter. "Mom," she said. "You were there. You and Aunt Sharon took me to the airport after my leave." She turned to Ken. "You had left for Atlanta a couple of days before."

Ken nodded.

Jen looked beyond Karen to her father. "Dad, you were at that Safety Training Meeting."

Sam Conner nodded.

Jen looked back to Karen. "You remember Mom, you asked me to keep my promise."

Karen nodded. "I do." Jen could feel her mother's fingers tighten about her hand.

Jen looked over at Ken then turned to face Adams. "When I first joined the Navy, my Mom made me promise to always be careful and to come back home."

Karen said softly, "We have a strong military tradition in our family."

"I made Ken make that same promise to me when he joined the Army," stated Sharon.

"Our father," began Karen, "did the same and kept his promise every time he went on tour."

"As did my Dad," added Ken.

Jen squeezed Ken's hand again.

"And my dad and my brother," continued Jen.

"And Pam and Sue," added Sharon. "My daughters. And we, Jen's Mom and I, we both made the same promise to our Mother."

Ken said softly, looking at Jen, "We promised our Moms to be careful and to come home."

Jen looking back at Ken added, "And to our Dads we always promised to do our duty with honor."

"So," said Adams, "you think you broke this promise to your Mother."

Jen nodded. "I do."

"But your here, Sweetheart," said Karen. She lifted Jen's left hand up that she held. "This matters, but not the way you think. You're home. You did your duty."

"With honor, Jennifer," stated Sam. "We are all very proud of you."

Jen looked over at Sam. "Thanks, Dad."

"Me too," said Ken.

Jen turned to look at Ken. "I know."

Adams looked up from his notes. "So, Jen, how do you feel about your injuries?"

Jen turned to him and straightened up. "You can not know how I feel, ... Sir."

"I think I do," stated Adams. He reached down and pulled up his pant legs to reveal two metal artificial legs. "Flight Deck accident during Desert Storm." He let the pant legs drop and looked up at Jen. "I have been where you are now. And like you I was fortunate to have family who were there for me. But unlike you my girlfriend at the time could not handle this." He tapped his legs. "But, later I did meet someone who could."

"Jen, if I may direct a comment to Ken?" asked Adams.

"Of course, ... Phil."

"Thank you," said Adams, nodding to her. "Ken, you are a remarkable man to be able to look at Jen and not see the injuries."

"I do see them," stated Ken. "I do not ignore them. But Jen has been and is my best friend. And I hope that I see both her strengths and weaknesses."

Jen spoke up. "Ken came down to Florida and stayed with me for ninety-seven days." She looked at Phil Adams. "He changed my dressings, helped me to wash up and helped me to dress." She paused. "And yes he helped me go to the bathroom too." Jen squeezed Ken's hand as she continued. "He pushed me everyday, making me do a little more every day. Making me work towards my recovery." She paused again and turned to look at Ken. "Then he would do his computer consulting over the internet for a few hours while I rested. And the entire time he was a perfect gentleman."

Adams glanced at the older Conners.

Sam Conner spoke up. "Not once did I ever question Ken's behavior with my daughter." He looked over at Jen and Ken. "Nor do I question how they feel for each other."

Karen spoke up. "And we all, the entire family is behind their decision to marry. And we will support them."

Adams nodded and smiled. "Jen, I want you to remember what your parents and your aunt and Ken have said here today." He glanced down at his notes then back up at her. "So I am not going to schedule another session with you, unless you think you need to."

"I thought it would take several meetings," stated Jen surprised.

"What about her nightmares?" asked Ken.

"No," replied Adams. "Jen, you are fine. I think what your family said today will help ease how you feel about what happened. You did your duty with courage and honor, Captain Conner." He held up his hand. "And yes you have done more than survive what happened to you. You are moving on and living your life." He gestured to Ken. "And planning your future."

"Thank you, Phil," stated Jen.

"And in answer to your question, Ken," stated Adams. "Jen, before you go to bed to sleep, just tell yourself you will not have that nightmare."

"That simple?" asked Ken.

Adams shook his head. "It's not simple, because Jen, you have to believe what you tell yourself. But in about eighty-five percent of the time, it is that simple. And if you want to think about something, or dream about something, think about all the people on the ground you saved that day, because of the decisions you made and the actions you took."

Jen nodded. "I will, Phil. And thank you."

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Later that night, Jen, dressed in her purple colored flannel pajamas and slippers, closed the door to their bedroom and she looked over at Ken who was sitting up on the bed dressed in a dark blue sweat suit. She stepped towards the bed.

"You are not going to have that dream," directed Ken, pointing at her.

Jen stopped halfway to the bed. "How many times are you going to tell me that?"

Ken snickered and pointed at her again. "Until you get it into your head."

"Takes a bit being thick headed," said Jen as she went over to the bed and sat down next to him. "Ya' get that from being a Navy fighter pilot."

Ken snorted. "You have to be thick headed to marry me."

Jen poked him in the ribs. "Goof!"

Ken smirked. "I have to be to marry you."

Jen pouted and slapped his arm.

Ken leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Love you too."

Jen reached up and held him as she kissed him back. After several moments she leaned back from him. "How long has it been?"

"Since your accident?" asked Ken.

Jen shook her head. "No. Since I moved in."

"Today is the twentieth of January. You moved in on Christmas Eve. So ... almost a month now," replied Ken. "Why?"

Jen leaned against him and sighed. "After lunch. After we dropped my parents off." She looked up at Ken. "I could not wait to get home. Not across town. But here with you."

Ken put his right arm around her. "I can't imagine you not being here."

"I know." Jen snuggled against him. She took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm glad I'm here."

"Me too, Jen." Ken hugged her. "I'm sorry that you had that accident that got you here."

Jen snuggled against him. "Ken, I know that." She sat up and turned to look at him. "If I did not ..." she sighed. "I would most likely be on another deployment." She snorted. "Working my way up towards making Admiral."

"Jen," said Ken. "I am sorry you had to go through what you did."

Jen looked up at him, "Ken, I know." She leaned towards him and kissed him. "Knowing what I do now, I would gladly go through it again. As long as you were there. To be with you."

"Jen...." muttered Ken looking at her.

"Do not worry about the what might have been," said Jen. "Worry about what is. And what we are going to do now."

Ken smiled. "You always were smarter."

"Course I am." She poked him. "Always was too."

"Except that camping trip when we were sixteen," stated Ken.

Jen shook her head. "You are not going to let me forget that are you."

"Not ever," replied Ken. "You running down the trail and fell over a stupid pile of pine cones and twisted both your ankles."

They both laughed.

Jen looked at Ken and stopped laughing. "Then you picked me up and put me on your back. And then carried me three and half miles back to camp."

"I could have left you there for the bugs."

As she made a face at him, Ken kissed her.

Suddenly Jen broke the kiss. "We have not talked much about the wedding."

"Yeah," agreed Ken, as he kissed her forehead. "Mom and your parents already treat us like an old married couple."

Jen snickered. "Brian too. And Pam and Sue. Just yesterday Brian mentioned something about us moving."

"Moving?" asked Ken. "Like to where?"

"He mentioned," replied Jen, "that there was a house for sale next to my parents."

Ken sighed. He gestured towards the bedroom door. "What about my Mom?"

"I know," replied Jen. "And I like being here. Your Mom is wonderful."

Ken snorted pointing at the bedroom door again. "She's waiting for more grand kids."

"She does know that I can't have a baby?" asked Jen. "Right?"

"She does," replied Ken. "Last Friday adoption came up at dinner. Remember?"

Jen chuckled. "Yeah, she's hinted at me about that too. A couple of other times."

With a sigh, Ken said, "I think we should at least wait until we get married."

"Yeah," agreed Jen. "Okay, back to the wedding."

Ken chuckled. "Okay. Large or small?"

"Small and simple, I think," replied Jen.

"Church or not?"

Jen looked over at the window for a moment. "I think not." She turned to Ken. "I remember what a chore my wedding was." She shook her head. "I do not want to do that again."

"Minister or not?" asked Ken.

A slow smile spread across Jen's face.

"I know that look," stated Ken. "What are you thinking?"

Jen just continued to smile.

"The last time I saw that look," stated Ken. "Was two years ago when you water ballooned your Dad on his birthday. After you asked me to hold one."

Jen started giggling as she poked him. "Well it was funny! But you're the one that ended up in the pool."

"You were heading to the airport and dressed in your Whites," stated Ken. "And you knew your Dad would never throw anyone in a uniform into the pool." He looked at her. "That's why you gave me one of the balloons to hold."

"A diversion!" Jen giggled. "It's called mission planning. Besides, if I remember you did not put up much of a struggle."

Ken hugged her. "At least your Mom and Dad let me come along to see you off."

"I know," agreed Jen. "I asked Dad. He just laughed and said of course. And that was after I soaked him."

Ken sighed. "We have great parents. Family."

"Yeah." Jen leaned against him. "We do." Jen sighed.

They were both quiet feeling content just to be together.

Jen said softly, "I miss your Dad."

"Me too."

They were silent for a few minutes as they snuggled together. Jen asked, "Do you think, Uncle Bob, your Dad, would have been happy about us?"

"I think so. Mom says yes," replied Ken. "She's made that very clear."

"What time is it?" asked Jen.

Ken looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. "8:35."

"Good," returned Jen. "Give me your phone."

"Where's yours?"

Jen pointed at the small desk across the room. "Charging. Again!" She held out her left hand. "I think the battery is going."

Ken handed her his phone. "We'll get you another tomorrow."

Jen opened the phone and quickly found a number and dialed.

"Sue, its Jen. ... Doing fine. ... Yeah my battery died again. ... But what I wanted to know is if you are still a Justice of the Peace? ... Great!"

Jen looked at Ken.

He was chuckling as he nodded.

"Ken and I want to know if you'll perform the wedding ceremony for us?"

"Yes!" yelled out Sue. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course!"

"Gee, Sue," said Jen. "Sorry to hear you're busy."

"Pay no attention to her, Sue," stated Ken.

Jen listened for a moment. "Not sure, Sue. Sometime this Spring I think. ... How about at Sunday Dinner we all bring our calendars and plan it then? ... Sounds good. ... Okay. ... Talk to you later." Jen closed up the phone and handed it to Ken.

As Ken returned his phone to the night stand, Jen suddenly snaked her right hand downward from Ken's chest and dipped it into his sweat pants.

Ken looked at her. "What are you up to?"

Placing her hand about his cock. "Just want to play with my toy soldier." Jen then began to play with his cock as she lowered her head to his lap.

"Your toy?" questioned Ken.

Jen turned to look up at him with a smile. She then licked her lips. "My toy." She then stroked his cock. "My toy!"

Ken could feel his cock quickly hardening. "Oh, Jen."

Jen pushed down his pajama pants and then kissed the head of his still hardening cock. "My toy." She looked back up at him with a wicked smile. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"It's my toy," she directed as she stroked his cock. "Say it."

"It's my toy," repeated Ken.

Jen opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth and lowered her lips to the base. She then slowly dragged her teeth along his cock until she released it.

Ken shivered. "Oh, Jen!"

She smiled up at him. "Wrong. This is my toy!" She slowly stroked his cock some more. "Say it."

Ken could feel his cock rapidly getting hard and he shivered again from the waves of pleasure he was receiving. He reached down and slipped his hand beneath Jen's pajama top and slid his hand up Jen's back.

Jen lowered her lips down his cock again. Then began to slowly bob her head up and down as she licked him with her tongue.

"Oh, Jen," he muttered. Ken closed his eyes as his hips began to thrust upwards in time with Jen's bobbing mouth and tongue. His breath started to come in short, uncontrolled breaths.

Ken slid his hand around her side and cupped her right breast.

Jen began to bob her head up and down faster as she continued to suck on his pulsating flesh.

There was a sudden surge of a deep tingling sensation which ran through his groin. "Jen!" Uncontrollably he suddenly thrust his hips upwards as his cock erupted in a burst of intense throbbing pleasure in the hot, moist, sucking tunnel of Jen's mouth.

Ken's grasping hand on her right breast only caused her to suck harder on his spurting organ as his seed rushed into her mouth. He grunted loudly as he continued to buck deeply into Jen's willing mouth.

Then slowly the need faded and with a last shudder Ken collapsed on the bed.

Jen continued to slowly lick his still hard cock. She smiled up at him. "My toy." Then she licked her lips.

Ken took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he grinned at her. "Your toy. Any time, Jen." He sighed contentedly. "Your toy."

Jen grinned as she rolled over on to her back and pointed down between her legs. "Your turn!"

The End
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