Message-ID: <14977eli$9809030535@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Bill Morgan" Subject: {Morgan} Repost: Susan Jennings, 5 of 7; M/F Rom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980902195007.20896.qmail@hotmail.com> Author's note: If you are looking for wall-to-wall sex, look elsewhere. This book is a romance with a military setting. Beyond that, the sex is comparable to - or less than - what one would find in almost any work of popular fiction. Permission is granted to post on any free site, as long as the copyright statement is included. Please advise the author of any such postings. This story - or novella - was posted earlier in the year. Subsequently I've learned more about posting in the interest of easy downloading and readability. This is Chapter 5 of 7. Comments are welcome and encouraged. Please address me at morg105829@aol.com. Susan Jennings Copyright by Morgan 1992, 1998; All rights reserved. Chapter 5 That evening Mike and Ginny drove Susan to the hospital where the CAT scan was scheduled. When they arrived, Mike was joined by a friend, John Roberts, a top general surgeon. The two doctors met the radiologist-CAT operator in the control booth and Mike told him where to start looking. Almost instantly the CAT revealed three imbedded bullets in Susan's right side and shoulder. Roberts did not believe his eyes. "Mike, I was wondering what you have been smoking when you called me," he said. "These bullets are easily operable - or were. I have never seen or heard of anyone leaving military service with removable enemy metal still in them. NO ONE! EVER! Turning to the CAT operator he said, "Hal, can you get me the exact coordinates on those three? I want to look at her and then maybe get some x-rays." Chapman had arranged for the best room in the hospital for Susan now that she was his patient. Although the administrator had screamed, Mike had merely pointed out that his patients were always in the best room so there was no difference. When Susan was wheeled back into her room, Mike and Ginny were waiting for her. Ginny had already taken charge. After checking Susan's hospital schedule with Mike she had made some special arrangements. A few minutes later one of her friends, Jim Reading, a top Hollywood hair stylist came in. Like Mike Chapman, he was used to recognizing raw material. He could see that Susan could be even more beautiful than Ginny when she recovered, and he said so. He thought he might provoke a reaction from Ginny and did, but not the one he expected: "Oh, Jim! Do you really think so?" she exclaimed. "I do, too, but I'm prejudiced." The hair designer was baffled but Mike whispered to him to watch the late news on TV or read the papers in the morning. Then Jim took Susan over to the sink and his assistants descended in force. Mike thought they were trying to drown his patient but Ginny said, "It's good for you to see this, Mike. It's some of the garbage you are going to rescue me from." She looked at him lovingly and said, "Michael, darling, I am going to be making babies for us as fast as I can. Do I have to keep on working in films, too?" Mike took her into his arms and melted his lips on hers. After easing away and regaining her breath, Ginny looked over at Susan and said, "She'll live - through that, anyway." He kissed her again, more hungrily this time. She whispered, "I thought I took good care of you already today." "But that was this morning," he complained. Then he whispered in her ear, "And in the meantime I've made all kinds of warm cum to flood your insides. Interested?" Ginny made warm noises deep in her body and rubbed her body against his now-engorged cock and muttered, "Yum! I can hardly wait." "I adore you, my darling," Mike said. Then he told Ginny about the bullets in Susan's body. "Honey, that girl must be in continuous agony. And yet she almost moves as if there is no problem. You only notice it if you carefully look at her movements on each side independently." Shaking his head he continued, "You know, John Roberts admits he only came over to humor a friend. He just flat could not believe a veteran could be discharged with removable bullets still in her body. Now he believes, and it's not at all funny. He is going over some x-rays that were just taken and then will be joining us. We are going to go in together. Given where the bullets are, I'm assuming he'll be going in from the front. That poor girl is really going to get a working over." Jim Reading and his people left to be replaced by Penny Watts, a senior makeup artist. The woman looked over Susan very carefully and finally nodded her head decisively just once. Turning on Ginny she pretended to glare and said, "Marcia Matthews, for chrissakes will you quit wasting my time. This girl could use a manicure. She needs some sunshine - she's too pale. She could wear a little lipstick if she wants to really go hog-wild. Full stop!" Penny just shook her head and continued, "Marcia, she is going to be utterly gorgeous. I thought you were the last of the makeup artist's dreams, but now there's another: her. But where in heaven's name did you find her? And what are you two playing in? I assume you're both starring in the same film, aren't you? And could I please get the assignment? Please?" Ginny just smiled and replied, "Susan is not even in the business, Penny. She is here for some very serious surgery. But could someone give her that manicure you mentioned? I think it would cheer her up." The woman smiled and made a thumbs-up sign. Moments later a manicurist came in and started to work on Susan's hands. By the time she finished, John Roberts had joined them and waiters from Maxim's produced a catered dinner for the foursome. They were seated around a rolling table with Susan wearing her new bathrobe. She looked beautiful with her hair now glistening with its natural highlights. "How do you feel, Sue?" Ginny asked. "Is there anything else you want? Anything at all?" Susan smiled warmly and slowly shook her head. "Ginny, everything is just perfect. I can't thank you enough." Then the smile turned into a very cute grin as she added, "Miss Cameron, could I make a short video tape? With me kneeling on the floor and bowing until my forehead touches, thanking you? That way when these things come along, one right after another, I can just point to the VCR, roll the tape, and save a lot of wear and tear on a bod that can't take a whole lot more right now." Ginny just delighted at her good spirits and the return of her sense of humor. Susan continued, "I have just one question, though. How much did you have to pay those people, and how much rehearsal time was required for them to get their lines down? That is the right phrase, isn't it? 'Getting the lines down'?" Ginny looked at her puzzled. Susan explained, "You know, Ginny! All that garbage about my hair, makeup, and the rest. It was a real hoot!" Finally realizing what Susan was talking about, it was Ginny's turn to shake her head and laugh. "I hate to ruin your day, honey," she said, "but it was all honest. Jim Reading was in absolute raptures over your hair. When he was leaving he asked me to tell you that he would consider it a personal favor if you would allow him to continue to handle your hair styling. That's not bullshit, either. You're not in the trade, so you may not know that Jim has four or five Oscars for hair styling. He's considered the very best in the business. Oh, it's all free, by the way. He says women like you are great advertising for him." Ginny laughed again as Susan's jaw dropped. She exclaimed, "You can't be serious! If you are, he's crazy! He's nuts! Certifiably insane! Me!?" Ginny was now laughing so hard she could no longer even talk. All she could do was to vigorously nod her head up and down while she howled with laughter and tried to regain control. Finally she was able to say, "My darling Susan, that is the highest praise there is. Honest. Ask Mike. Those people know heads and faces. They are real pros. They see the structure and the raw material. If you ever want to really roll on the floor laughing, just get a group of hair stylists and makeup people together talking about the stars they have worked on. Talk about seeing it warts and all! And they will be delighted to tell you exactly were every wart is and describe it in detail." Susan just shook her head in disbelief and turned to the other doctor. Her face grew serious as she asked, "Dr. Roberts, what's the word? I guess the bullets have to come out, don't they?" Roberts was developing an appreciation for the incredible courage of this girl. "Miss Jennings," he replied, "They have to come out. You're in constant pain, aren't you?" In response Susan shrugged her shoulders. When she did Ginny saw what Mike had seen earlier. Her right shoulder moved differently from her left. "It's okay, Doctor," Susan replied. "I'm used to it, anyway." Roberts raised an eyebrow and looked at her skeptically. "Young lady, you are lying. Should I get a dolorometer?" Susan's eyes widened and she said softly, "No, Doctor. Please don't waste your time." Then she tried to grin and continued, "I give up. I guess it does hurt pretty bad. But I really am used to it, though." Hearing of a dolorometer, Ginny whispered a question to Mike asking what a dolorometer is. He explained it was a machine that measured pain. It was attached to a part of the body away from the suspected pain source. Then the pain was increased until the patient could feel the machine-induced pain rather than the internal - or external - pain source. Based on Susan's reaction, the pain must be continuous and agonizing. Mike turned to John and asked, "Which way are you going in? From the front?" Roberts nodded. "Okay," Mike said, "How do you feel about it, Sue? You're a nurse so you know what's coming up." Susan smiled ruefully, nodded her head and said, "I guess I'll manage. And thanks, guys." Turning to Roberts she said, "Doctor, I haven't had a chance to even talk to you. I guess you're going to take out the metal, but I really don't have any money yet. So... So could... could,..." Susan stammered, "Could you submit your bill in sort of bite-sized pieces?" John Roberts looked at her with tears forming in the corners of his eyes. His voice cracked when he asked, "Susan, do you have a penny?" She was puzzled but looked in her purse. It was part of a brand-new outfit Rick had given her. There was a loaded change purse in it. She took out a penny and gave it to him. Looking at her solemnly, he carefully put it in his pocket. "Do you need a receipt for tax purposes, Susan?" he asked. "You are now prepaid in full for the surgery. Thank you very much for your prompt payment." "Dr. Roberts, you can't be serious!" Susan exclaimed. "You... you're famous! I owe you," she insisted. "Like hell you do!" he instantly responded. "I happen to know what you're paying Mike Chapman. I just scaled my fees to his. If he's getting ten cents per scar, even one cent for a few stray bullets is much too much." Looking at her intently now he asked, "How did you get them, by the way? They have obviously been there for quite a while." Ginny quickly told him the story of the prison camp, the crucifixion, the breakout and the aftermath. She watched his tears start to flow uncontrolled as he realized his patient had carried the bullets in her body for almost four years. Reaching into his wallet he took out a ten-dollar bill and gave it to Susan. "I made one of my usual billing mistakes, Miss Jennings. This is your overpayment, refunded." Looking at her closely, he nodded his head and said, "Susan, I owe you more than mere money. You are a credit to this country, to the nursing profession, and to the human race. I consider it a great honor and privilege to be allowed to operate on you. Believe me when I say it is worth a very great deal to me." Susan studied his face very carefully and finally realized that Roberts was totally serious. Tears started to flow down her cheeks and she stammered, "Thank you, Doctor. I don't know what to say except thank you. It's inadequate, I know, but... but... Thanks." He kissed her on the cheek and said he would see her in the operating room the next morning. * * * While Ginny was waiting for Susan to be brought back to her room from the recovery room the next afternoon, Mike came in looking for her. When he entered, Ginny was scared and gasped in dismay when she saw tears running down his cheeks. "What happened, Darling? What went wrong?" she asked while a sense of pure panic threatened to overwhelm her. Something had gone terribly wrong with the operation. Mike just shook his head and said finally, "Those bastards! And I'm talking about my surgical team, Darling. Susan is fine. But those idiots saw the TV news last night that we missed. Anyway, there was a big story about Susan and her wounds. When they learned that she was our patient today they refused to submit bills or to accept any payment at all. They are working for nothing - every damned one of them! Even Carmen Garçia, for God's sake, and she is supporting three children. Even though she desperately needs every penny, she flat refused!" At that, Mike completely lost control. He was on his knees with his head cradled in Ginny's lap while she stroked him and made soothing sounds to comfort him. Later Ginny was sitting in a chair beside Susan's bed. The girl's body was bandaged like a mummy's and she was just coming out from the anaesthesia. When Ginny saw Susan blink and open her eyes, she went to the bedside with a glass of water and gave her some through a straw. Susan just smiled her gratitude. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" Ginny asked softly. "Since you ask," Susan replied hoarsely, "I feel like I've just been run over by a truck. And, Virginia Cameron, I am giving you fair warning right now. Your fiancé is a sadist." With her eyes wide and with a completely straight face, she continued, "It was painful for me, Ginny, but I found out in time. You should immediately throw Michael Chapman out in the street and have nothing further to do with him. Why... Why a man who would do to me what Mike just did would be whipping you every week. He would tie you to a whipping post and stripe your back and your chest. I have saved you again, Ginny. Aren't you glad?" "Do you really think he will!?" Ginny exclaimed eagerly. "Boy, I can hardly wait. Just think! Those lovely stripes on my body... The joy of feeling him crush my wounds..." With her eyes as wide as saucers, she repeated, "Golly, Sue, do you really think he will?" She had to hold Susan carefully as the girl began to laugh but at the same time aggravate her surgical wounds. The two young women were both crying and laughing at the same time. When she regained control, Ginny carefully stroked Susan's forehead with a cool cloth and watched her fall asleep. * * * A week later a limousine pulled up in the hospital's driveway to pick up Susan and take her back to Ginny Cameron's estate. Once there she began a program of exercise, diet, and sunshine after the bandages were removed. Meanwhile, Maria continued to feed her many times each day. A few weeks later, after the worst of the surgical cuts on her chest and belly were sufficiently healed, she returned to the hospital where Mike operated a second time, this time on the scars on her back. Both operations were completely successful, as was John Roberts' operation to remove the Vietnamese bullets. Susan even had the bullets in her top drawer. Periodically, she and Ginny would kid about what she might be able to make out of them. As the long recovery process began, Susan was delighted and gave thanks to God for her association with Ginny. The girl was a tower of strength for Susan who realized that she loved Ginny as a beloved older sister. The girls had become utterly inseparable to such a degree that one evening Susan asked with her eyes wide if Ginny wanted her to keep her company in bed and give her advice while Mike Chapman was plowing her vaginal canal. Both Ginny and Mike cracked up with laughter while Susan just looked from one to the other with a puzzled look on her face as if she could not understand what could possibly be so funny. Meanwhile, the press coverage of the Susan Jennings story increased in intensity. There had been intense public interest and an outcry aroused by the first stories. Responding to the public reaction and interest, the media maintained the pressure. Rick Jackson got a call from an Orange County Congressman wanting to know what had happened. The representative, a member of the House Armed Services Committee, talked with his chairman. The Navy Department was contacted by a committee staffer and then all hell started to break loose. In addition to his masterful job feeding new information to the press, Rick was also following up on all the contacts coming in on the telephone lines in response to the stories. In addition to recording their stories, Rick also fed juicy tidbits to the press to maintain the media pressure. Within three weeks of the first story breaking, he had talked to virtually every person who had been held prisoner in that compound. The stories he heard merely confirmed what he already knew from Ginny and Susan. To a man - or woman - they offered to go anywhere to testify in Susan's behalf. Many refused any offer of payment, insisting on paying their own way. Finally, Rick put in a call to the White House. A couple of hours later he was speaking to the President who had returned his call. Quickly he explained the situation. The President was aware of the Congressional inquiry and had already determined to be out in front. This man took his rôle as Commander in Chief of the armed forces seriously. After hearing the story, the President asked Rick if he would come to Washington to head up an investigation on his behalf. Rick immediately agreed and was on the red-eye to Washington that night. Rick found the subsequent events amusing. Or they would have been had they not had such a terrible impact on the woman he loved. When a colonel is burying a captain - or a lieutenant in the Navy, the equivalent rank - it is not difficult. And if the cage starts to rattle a little, everyone just holds on tight and waits for things to quiet down again. But when the Congress and the White House become interested, the rats begin to run for cover. Because of the mixture of services, Rick's was a Department of Defense investigating team. He derived bitter amusement from the events. Because of his shrapnel wounds Rick Jackson was now a major, United States Marine Corps, Retired. But as chairman of the special presidential investigating committee, he outranked the Chief of Naval Operations and the Army's Chief of Staff. As a result, Susan's "lost" court-martial file was quickly found. He and his people carefully reviewed it, interviewed a number of the witnesses Rick had previously located, and then reported back to the President. The Secretary of Defense then ordered that a special Court of Inquiry be convened. Miss Susan Jennings, Brigadier General Homer Black, Lieutenant Colonel Charles Simon, and Major Judith Harrison were named as parties to the inquiry. Black, Simon, and Harrison were frozen in place. They were not allowed to change their military status in any way pending the findings of the court of inquiry which was scheduled to convene in Los Angeles at the call of its president, a Navy vice admiral. The court panel was composed of two- and three-star flag officers from both the army and the navy. Rick had occasion to meet with the court's president, Vice Admiral Charles F. Adams, at the Pentagon. Admiral Adams was surprised to see that the head of the investigating committee - about whom he had heard so much - was only in his early thirties. Adams also knew that Jackson was a highly-decorated combat Marine, and was also one of the richest men in the country. A very interesting combination, he thought. Rick sat down across the desk from the admiral. "I'm Rick Jackson, Admiral Adams," he said. "I understand you wanted to see me." The admiral looked at him thoughtfully and then said, "Mr. Jackson, what are you after? Why are you involved in this affair? What are you trying to do?" Adams saw Jackson's eyes turn steel grey - and become as cold as an iceberg. "Admiral, my interest is to see that justice is done. From our investigation, the defendant in the court- martial, Miss Susan Jennings, was in no condition to do anything - least of all, participate in her own defense. The defense counsel appointed to serve was the most junior lawyer on the base." Adams recoiled from the piercing look in Jackson's eyes as he continued, "It wasn't a trial, it was a railroad! They railroaded a girl out of the service who deserves medals for gallantry, heroism, and selflessness. She most assuredly did not deserve a court-martial. Admiral, I don't want to prejudice you, but I'm sure it will all come out. We have located everyone concerned and have taken steps to ensure their availability. When do you intend to convene the court?" "Why... in two weeks," Adams replied in some surprise. "But of course I am moving the trial back here to Washington." "Wrong, Admiral!" Rick exclaimed while shaking his head. "You will convene your court in Los Angeles at the Federal Court House on February 1, next year." The admiral was stunned. He was being contradicted by a mere major. "Why... Why that's ridiculous! It will be here in two weeks..." "Wrong!" Rick was glaring at him now as he continued, "I'm afraid you didn't read your letter of appointment too carefully. For if you had, you would have seen that convening the court is dependent upon the availability of Miss Jennings. She will not be available until February 1, and then only in Los Angeles, the site named for the court in your orders. Admiral, this girl was railroaded once. It will not happen again." With fire still in his eyes, Rick regained control and asked in a calmer tone, "Now why don't you reread your orders?" The admiral did, slowly. Then he read them again. His blood pressure was rising as he said, "But this is ridiculous! She... She's only a civilian! This cannot be." Rick shook his head again and said, "It can be and it is. You noticed that the order is signed by the Secretaries of the Army and the Navy and countersigned by the Secretary of Defense. Do you care to argue?" Adams now looked thoroughly defeated as Rick said, "I thought not. I look forward to seeing you again in Los Angeles. Good day, Admiral." Rick left a very deflated vice admiral sitting in his office as he quietly shut the door behind himself. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----