Message-ID: <7694eli$9801221712@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: NEW: Kathy by Morgan, Chapter 31b (M/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <968b8f91.34c7952c@aol.com> To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 31b (M/F) (236 lines) January 22, 1998 This is about the 41st section, and is the second half of Chapter 31. Please combine it with 31a for the full chapter. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book III Chapter 31b He whispered in her ear, "I have to have the only mother in the world who's lost at least twenty- five years in age in the last twelve months. Mom, you're gorgeous!" While Ken was admiring his mother, the Admiral went back to the bedroom. Susan saw him enter and gasped, "Grandfather, I'm impressed!" Indeed, the Admiral did look impressive in his full dress uniform dripping with the gold of his four-star rank. "And I'm more than impressed," he responded. "You two are absolutely too much. Do you know, Kathy, right now with three generations of Stark women -- I'm not sure how we got so lucky -- there appears to be about a ten-year age spread, top to bottom? Susan, go and see your grandmother. I want to talk to your mom for a second." They could hear Susan's yelp of surprise as she kissed her grandmother and exclaimed over her appearance. Sam looked at Kathy. "Sweetheart, I've been asked to make an official request. Would you please bring your Medal of Freedom tonight?" Kathy looked at him and saw at once he wasn't joking. "Dad, you meant it when you said, 'official request', didn't you? I'll see if I can find it. But do I have to put it on now?" she asked. She found the medal in her drawer and gave it to the Admiral to hold. He opened the box, looked at it, shook his head, put it in his pocket and closed it. The doorbell rang again, and it was Jeff. His eyes almost popped when he saw the combination of gold braid and beautiful women. He was absolutely tongue- tied when he met Betty Stark. Suddenly, he brightened. "Ma'am, I'm truly delighted to meet you. And you've just solved a mystery for me -- or maybe just created another. I couldn't figure out how Mrs. Stark could possibly be Susan's mother. But now I meet you, and you're not old enough to be Susan's mother either, let alone the Commander's. Maybe it's something in the water." Betty chuckled and kissed the boy on his cheek. The young people left and the older Starks went downstairs where limousines Kathy had hired were waiting. She had decided there was no sense in wrecking their gowns before they even got to the dance. When they arrived the dance was about to start. Kathy was startled as she read on the bass drum, "U.S. Marine Corps Band -- Marine Barracks -- Washington, D.C." She looked at the Admiral who just shrugged. The presence of the Marine Band was news to him. Kathy was worried. She remembered the Marine Band was the only military unit under the direct command of the President. The bandsmen were in their dress white uniforms as well. Kathy knew the band -- once directed by John Philip Sousa himself -- was still one of the finest collections of musicians in the country. She greeted Sandy and Jack Castle. Sandy took her aside to the corner and took Kathy's hand. She pressed it to her abdomen. Kathy could feel the swelling. She looked at the girl who was also wearing a strapless gown and saw her breasts were swollen. The girl's eyes were radiant. "Kathy, there's no way Jack and I can thank you enough. He knows what happened, now." Her eyes grew serious. "And I do, too. He told me he was coming home that day to ask for a divorce. Kathy, if it's a girl, may we please name her after you?" Sandy grinned, "After all, she's your responsibility!" The dance progressed. Kathy floated around the floor with Ken and noticed the admiring glances from the students as they danced by. As the hour approached ten o'clock, Kathy was growing concerned. Events were not following her script. First, the band was scheduled to take a break at ten. Instead, she saw other members of the band appear to augment the dance band. Promptly at ten o'clock the band hit a fanfare and Mr. Whitaker came up on stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's a great privilege and pleasure to welcome the Secretary of Defense of the United States, Mr. John Connors." The band played ruffles and flourishes, the appropriate honors for the Secretary. Kathy had earlier heard the sounds of helicopter operations coming from the parking area outside the gym. The Admiral had said they were using special choppers which were sound- muffled. The secretary came out on stage to be greeted by applause from the obviously very puzzled children. When the gym had quieted, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States!" Suddenly the entire Marine Band -- all its members were present -- struck up "Hail to the Chief." The side door opened and Secret Service agents moved in preceding the President who came in and went directly up onto the stage to the microphone. He stood at attention waiting for the completion of honors. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm very happy to be here this evening. For the two or three people in the country who care about such things, the official White House schedule says I'm at Camp David, fishing. Well, the fishing wasn't too good today, so I thought I would come down here instead. "Would Susan Stark please come up on stage?" the President asked. Susan gasped as the President called her name. She then went up on stage to where he was standing. While this was going on and all eyes were riveted on the President, Kathy felt the Medal of Freedom at her throat and could feel Sam securing the catch behind her neck. "How do you do, Susan?" the President greeted the girl. He stood back to admire her, nodded, and went back to the microphone. "When I'm in the Oval Office, the place is lousy with advisors. These are people who claim to be experts at everything imaginable. Well, some of these experts were making some minor -- and some not-so-minor -- wagers on the outcome of a soccer match last fall. It seems a number of them live in Reston. The next thing I know, these experts aren't so expert. It seems there's a beautiful young woman living in Virginia Beach who took their team apart by herself. I can't personally attest to the latter, but I agree with their judgment on the former. Young lady, you are one of the most beautiful young women it has ever been my good fortune to meet. "But I didn't come down here for that. There's another reason. Susan, do you know what your father did in Vietnam?" the President asked quietly. The room was still. Susan replied, "No, sir. I don't. He never talks about it. I do know he has four bullet holes in his shoulder, but he's never told us how he was hit. Mom and I ask, but he never answers." "Thank you, Susan. Please stay here with me, if you would." The President looked around the now-packed gymnasium. "I referred to 'experts' awhile ago. Well, they did something they *are* good at: tracking down obscure bits of information. It seems that this school enrolls sons or daughters of the commanders of more than half the warships in the United States Atlantic Fleet. Almost 70 percent of you are sons or daughters of career military personnel. I'm here tonight to try to explain what your fathers do -- besides not being home on days that are so important to you, like the day you won the State Soccer Championship. Susan, I know your dad was there. I also know that the fathers of nearly half your teammates were not. Kids, they were defending the country. What, exactly, does that mean? Well, I came here tonight to tell you a little bit of what that means. "Commander Kenneth Stark, front and center!" the President called out. Ken's jaw dropped. Kathy gave his hand a squeeze and pushed him toward the stage. He mounted the steps, saluted smartly and stood at attention in front of the Commander in Chief. The President reached for a piece of paper which his naval aide handed him. "Kenneth Stark, for wounds suffered from enemy action on April 2, 1975, it is my pleasure to award you the Purple Heart Medal." The President took the medal from his aide and pinned it on Ken's uniform. Ken saluted smartly and was about to go when the President said under his breath, "Stand fast!" "That medal should have been awarded years and years ago. It wasn't. It wasn't awarded because Commander Stark was wounded at a time quite a few people would rather forget about. We weren't defeated in Vietnam, we were bugging out. That's what we were doing in April, 1975. Commander Stark, then an ensign and a recent graduate of the Naval Academy, was doing what so many before and since have done -- his duty. What happened that day so long ago? "Ensign Stark was second in command of a flotilla of river craft. It was assigned to help in the evacuation of a unit of the Army of Vietnam that had been cut off by North Vietnamese regulars. The town was encircled. The only way out was by water. Stark's unit was given the task and it arrived on schedule. Americans went ashore to supervise the embarkation of the Vietnamese troops, many of whom were wounded. With almost all the Americans now off the boats, the North Vietnamese mounted an all-out attack with everything they had including heavy artillery. Ensign Stark formed a detail of boat holders and led a charge to rescue fourteen Americans who had been cut off and were being massacred. Single-handed, he charged an enemy machine gun and destroyed it. He is given credit for killing over thirty of the enemy himself. But that wasn't all. Attacking a manned machine gun carries a price -- a price he paid. He was hit four times in the shoulder and later nearly died. Nevertheless, he got his men back inside the rapidly collaps ing perimeter. He organized the evacuation of all the troops, particularly including the wounded Vietnamese he had been sent in to get. "I said he was second in command. Now he was in command. The commanding officer of the flotilla had been killed. Ensign Stark got them out and stayed on the bridge of his lead boat, now covering the retreat, until they were out of danger. At that point, he collapsed and came to quite awhile later in the Naval Hospital at Pearl Harbor." "What I have just said to you is a paraphrase -- trying to translate jargon into English -- of an award I am about to make. You know -- or possibly don't -- the face on the Purple Heart is that of a great Virginian, George Washington. Well, it gives me great pride to recognize another great Virginian, Kenneth Stark, by presenting him with the Medal of Honor." The band struck up "Anchors Aweigh" as the President secured the medal with its blue ribbon with white stars around Ken's neck. "Congratulations, Commander. Well done!" Then in a low voice, "Don't leave yet, Commander. We're full of surprises tonight." The band stopped playing and the President returned to the microphone. "You know, the award I just presented to Susan's father is the highest award for valor our country can bestow. There is another element to the award. Over 80 percent of the Medals of Honor given are awarded posthumously. That's a ten- dollar word meaning the recipient is dead. Typically, he died in the action for which the medal is given. Commander Stark came within a whisker of being in the same boat. I'm happy he's here, and looking at Susan beam, I'm sure she is, too. There's more, Susan. I also know you and your mother are the Virginia state mother-daughter tennis champi ons. Am I correct?" Susan nodded shyly. "However, I also happen to know something else about your mother. Would Katherine Smith Stark please come up on the stage?" Kathy felt a push in her back and she climbed the stairs. Before greeting the President, she had something more important to do. She kissed Ken, and held him in her arms. "Darling, I'm so proud for you," she whispered. She then went to greet the President who was obviously enjoying himself immensely. He shook her hand and looked from her to Susan and back. "Wow!" he said quietly as he held up his hands for quiet. "I don't know if they know which end of the racket to hold, but I do know these two are the most beautiful mother-daughter combination in the world. As pleasant as that is, though, there's more. You see Mrs. Stark is wearing a medal around her neck, too. Although she doesn't know it, she's wearing it as a special favor to me. It is the Medal of Freedom, one of our lesser-known national awards. Nevertheless, it is the highest award our nation can bestow on a civilian. Susan, I want you to know you have a most remarkable set of parents. Your father is a winner of the Medal of Honor, while your mother holds the Medal of Freedom. But there's even more. Admiral Stark, would you and your wife join us, please?" Sam and Betty Stark joined the party on the stage. "Susan, I'm told you're very fond of your grandfather. I also know he's very fond of you... and substantially richer because of you. I mentioned that several senior members of the White House staff were considerably poorer after you beat Reston. It seems your grandfather was covering their bets. "However, the reason he's here is because, along with being your grandfather, he is also the former Commander in Chief of the United States Atlantic Fleet. In that position he commanded all the ships in our Navy operating in the Atlantic Ocean, including everything based here in Norfolk. I can't tell you what his present job is except to say it's bigger than his old one, and you can see how big that was. Sam, welcome." The President shook hands with his friend and key military advisor. "Susan, your family manifests the highest possible standards of honor, integrity, and bravery. Susan, I hope you'll try to live up to the standards your parents and grandparents have set for you. And you're off to a helluva start! "Kids, I'm sorry for taking up too much of your time this evening. There's an old joke that says if you put a politician in front of a microphone with two voters he'll make a speech. And I guess I just did. But kids, there's a serious message for you. If your dads aren't with you when you want them -- and need them, sometimes -- it's not because they don't care or don't love you. They're doing something very important and making great personal sacrifices to do it. Try to understand. To them and to you, I say, thank God they are there!" The band began to play and the President came over to Kathy. "Kathy, how do you do? I hope you don't mind if I call you Kathy. I understand just about everyone does. This has been a rare privilege for me. I've heard Kathy stories for years. Now I have some idea of what the fuss is all about. Sam told me it was you who raised hell about Ken and the medal. But he says you're a specialist at raising hell. Incidentally, the substitution was my own doing. I read the award, did some research, and decided the DOD was sweeping it under the rug. It's not that the Navy Cross is a cheap award -- far from it. But what he did clearly deserves the Medal of Honor, and I'm delighted to make the presentation. Now I'm afraid I must leave before the Secret Service starts having fits." He grinned and moved off. Moments later they heard the throb of helicopters taking off. The band was playing and she went to Ken. "Will you dance with me, please?" she asked him softly. When they moved out on the dance floor, they were the only ones there. She was in heaven, moving in his arms, and floating around the floor. Ken hadn't said anything. He just held her in his strong arms. Finally the music stopped. Suddenly the whole gym erupted in cheers. They were instantly surrounded by well-wishers including, it turned out, virtually the entire off- duty sections of the Evans who had come to see their skipper receive his award. Later that night back at the apartment, Kathy was standing in the bedroom nude -- and worried. Ken had scarcely said anything to her since the award ceremony. He was in the kitchen, so she got into bed and waited for him. 'I did it this time,' she thought. 'He's never going to speak to me again. I meddled once too often.' Ken came into the bedroom and got into bed, still without speaking a word. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug. She responded by molding herself to him. "Do you want to find out if your nipples still fit the bullet holes?" he asked, as he played with her nipples which instantly hardened. With a little yelp, she clambered on top of him and started with one of her favorite games. At the same time she could feel his hand on her crotch with a finger penetrating her cunt. 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