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From: shattered_mind@nospam.hotmail.com (Naive)
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 23:05:04 +0000 (UTC)
Subject: {ASSM} Memories (M/F, Rom, Flash)
Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 23:10:06 -0500
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Okay with all the things going on in the world now this story poped into mind.

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 Memories
  by (c) Naive  <shattered_mind@nospam.hotmail.com>
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As he laid there gasping for breath, blood splattered across his chest, he 
realized he was dieing. The harsh sun baked down on him and sweat beaded 
across his face. He wanted to reach up and wipe it away but the effort was too 
much for him.

It was hard to see with the light blaring down on him. His sunglasses laid 
shattered beside him, almost as broken as he.

Closing his eyes he tried to think of what was important. Something he could 
take with him. Something to hold close as he took his last breath.

The image of his wife and his daughter came to him. They were his life. 

Amy, his sweet Amy; her first birthday was only a month away. How he wanted to 
be there: to see her grow. And those hands those tiny little hands, how could 
he not remember that last little touch to his face, with her delicate little 
fingers?

And of course Barb, his wife. She was always in his thoughts. Not a happy 
moment had passed in his life without her.

He remembered the night before he was sent off; it shot through him like the 
burning metal embedded in his chest.

Holding her close, he took her gently, savoring each moment that they were 
together. Her scent so strong: they'd spent most of the day in bed together. 
Barb's mom was watching Amy so they could have this time together. Caressing 
her body with his hands he tried to memorize her every curve. God, she was 
everything to him. Slowly he increased his pace, bringing her closer to the 
edge, he could feel her muscles tightening around him. Trying to pull him in. 
But he teased, holding the moment off, knowing just how to build her wanting 
to a need. As his own time grew nearer, he started thrusting deep into her, 
driving her body to shivering release. Locking his mouth to hers, he drew in 
her orgasmic breath, drew in her essence, then expelled his deep into her 
womb. Their tongues played as bliss slowly faded into comfortable warmth.

Looking at her he saw tears running down her face, not tears of joy though, 
and something deep in her eyes. Pulling her close he whispered, "What's 
wrong?"

"This could be our..."

"Don't say it." He interrupted. "I'm not going to leave you or Amy. Just don't 
say it."

"But..."

"No," he said with passion, "I'm coming back. You know that I always keep my 
word. I'm coming back."

They laid there together for hours...

"Hold on!" His wife's voice roared at him, "You're going to be all right." No, 
something was wrong. Blinking. He heard the voice again.

"Hang on soldier! Just hang on!" It was a man. A man in uniform. He was 
moving. No, they both were. Closing his eyes he saw his wife again, then 
everything went black.

When he woke next, he was wearing an oxygen mask. He was in a hospital; well, 
more like a tent. A doctor was standing over him looking at a chart.

"Ah, I see you're awake." The doctor smiled. "That's good. You should be out 
of here soon, but I don't think you'll be running around anytime soon." 
Rummaging in his pocket he pulled out a gold chain with a bent warped piece of 
metal on the end. "You know you're a lucky guy. I think that this little thing 
saved your life." Placing it in his hand, the doctor patted him on the 
shoulder and walked away.

Looking at it, he could still see some of his blood on the cracked bent metal. 
It was his locket. The locket he just bought to put the picture of his wife 
and daughter in; so he could keep them close to his heart. His lips trembled 
as he held it to his chest. His family was his life, he needed no more proof 
than that.

The End.

Naive
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  ~ May the Lord take a likin' to ya'
    and blow you up real soon!
    -- SCTV ~
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