"I just looked at him in astonishment. "Was there anything left to break?" Iwondered to myself.He looked down at me with genuine sympathy. He went on ..."To me it looks like youwere either hit by a car going very fast or you fell out of a tall building atleast 3 stories."(Bingo!! Mandy lived on the third floor!)"Now what we need from you is for you to just relax and let yourself heal. Withyou being awake, I'll have Donna here get you a television to help you pass thetime. And you'll need it. "No, I don't suggest just any alcoholic village idiot with the shakes, my sweet. I love you too much for that! I know a guy who would turn up for an hour or so and he's an ace - literally never misses. Come and see for yourself later on before you go back to the Hall. All it would take would be strong nerves on your part - you'd have to stand absolutely still." We'll think about it, darling. There'll be a few jealous cows hoping he misses, or rather that he doesn't miss. And a few disappointed. "Or maybe it was seven and it just seemed longer. No, it was eight but that's close enough. Good to finally meet you, Captain." He had the short, clipped tones of a British officer but was American clear to the bone. It wasn't unusual for someone who spent that much time over in the sandbox. I'd met a number of fellow officers who'd adopted their British comrades' mannerisms and speech patters; it was hard not to. Say what you want about the Brits but their officers were professional, competent. Edwin began an even stroke for this first vaginal sex this weekend. Cinou sucked his tongue as she rolled her hips in time with his cock thrusts. Edwin noted how Cinou took the initiative to supplement his moves. She was vigilant and enthusiastic about delivering his utmost pleasure. Her devotion to Edwin’s desires boosted his hunger for her. His blood rushed faster through his head, his quickening heartbeat thrummed his eardrums. Edwin released her mouth to get more air. He was pounding away.