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Oscar Meyers 
Part 1: Foo Fighter
By 
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Chapter 4

It was a standard military conference room that could have been on 
any army base anywhere in the world. A small room for ten people 
or less, but very simple. The walls were a dull off-white that 
looked dirty even though they weren't. The conference table had 
seen years of use and reflected it. The chairs were utilitarian, 
neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. The carpet on the floor, 
worn from years of use, needed to be replaced. The building 
surrounding the room had been constructed in the late fifties as a 
response to the cold war. The materials used were durable but 
showed their age.

Oscar paced the room wondering how long he was supposed to 
wait. He had been met at the transport plane by four MPs. Three of 
them carried off the laptops and video camera while the last one 
had led him directly to this room. They hadn't even given him a 
chance to piss. Now more than three hours had passed and his 
bladder was definitely the most important thing on his mind. He 
still hadn't had a chance to shave or brush his teeth. His hair 
definitely violated military standards. 

Finally, he could see no reason to wait until led to a bathroom. He 
went to the door and opened it. The MP was still there and stared 
at Oscar as though hoping he would try something. Oscar looked at 
the man and asked, "May I use a bathroom?"

The MP looked at him as though he was a criminal. His 
appearance suggested that he was a deserter that had just been 
caught. The cloak he wore was strange and bulged out 
suspiciously, but he had not been given any instructions to search 
the guy. He answered, "Sure. It is right across there. I'll have to 
watch though."

Oscar muttered, "For all I care, you can hold it. If I don't go soon, 
there's going to be a wet spot in the corner."

The MP laughed and went into the bathroom with Oscar watching 
as he stood at the urinal. Oscar let loose a long sigh of relief as the 
pressure in his bladder lessened. After what seemed like ages, he 
shook his cock and tucked it back into his pants turning as he 
pulled up the zipper. The MP stood nearby shaking his head at the 
production Oscar had made out of pissing. 

Oscar went to the sink and washed his hands. He looked in the 
mirror over the sink hardly recognizing the bearded man that was 
reflected back at him. He washed his face and then, cupping his 
hands to catch the water, took a sip of the water. He swished it 
around in his mouth and spat it out. Using a finger, he did his best 
to clean his mouth. Turning the handle on the paper towel 
dispenser, he cranked out a fairly large amount of the paper to dry 
his face and hands. When he was done, water was still beaded in 
his beard.

He turned to the MP and asked, "Am I a prisoner or am I under 
your protection?"

The MP answered, "I was ordered to watch you and make sure that 
you didn't wander off on your own. That's what I'm doing."

Oscar nodded at the man's answer. It didn't tell him much, but it 
did suggest that he wasn't to be treated as a criminal. He said, 
"Well, I guess I ought to go back to the conference room now."

Returning to the conference room, Oscar sat in one of the chairs. 
He considered his circumstances and made a mental inventory of 
his possessions. That had become a habit of his when he had been 
wandering through the desert. He was still fully armed with lots of 
ammunition in the pockets of his cloak. He still had a Russian 
ration in a pocket.

He had been there another hour when a very tall woman wearing a 
red robe entered the room. With an imperial stride that demanded 
attention, she entered the room carrying a package under one arm. 
The MP backed away from her, not knowing whether to stand at 
attention or challenge her. She shot a look at him that made him 
decide that putting a closed door between them was the best policy. 
Oscar watched the interplay with amusement, remembering when 
he would have tripped over himself trying to get out of her way. 

The woman turned to him and examined him with an intensity that 
would have wilted most recipients. Rather than being intimidated, 
he examined her with equal intensity. She was very tall and 
attractive with long blond hair that contrasted sharply with her red 
robe. Satisfied with what she saw, she ordered, "Show me your 
medallion."

Oscar, surprised at the difficulty of satisfying her request, slowly 
reached under his uniform and pulled out the medallion. She barely 
glanced at it, feeling its power rather than seeing it, and said, 
"Okay. Allow me to perform the introductions. I'm Jennifer 
Wilson. You are Oscar Meyers. Now that the formal business of 
introductions is done, I want you to get undressed."

He looked at her in shock at the directness of her request. 
Dismayed, he asked, "With you here?"

She looked at him with a funny expression as she asked, "Why 
not?"

The idea of undressing in front of a woman reminded his sexual 
organ of its' role in propagating the species. His cock immediately 
swelled. He looked down hoping that it wasn't obvious and said, 
"You're a woman."

"So?"

He answered, "Well, I'm not used to getting undressed in front of 
women."

She stared at him for a moment not understanding his problem. He 
was a Druid and this shouldn't be a big deal. Rather than waste 
more time, she said, "Just do it."

He blushed and replied, "Could you leave the room?"

"Just do it. We don't have all day." His resistance was very 
uncharacteristic of any other Druid that she had met.

He removed his cloak and set it on the chair. She glanced at the 
cloak noticing the care he took with it. With nervous fingers, he 
reached up and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. She 
watched with impatience and then stepped over to him. With one 
deft move, she ripped the shirt open causing buttons to fly all over 
the room. She pulled the shirt from him and then said, "Now, get 
undressed."

Afraid that she was going to do the same with his pants, he quickly 
went to work removing his shoes. He turned to face away from her 
when he pulled down his pants. He stepped out of them and turned 
to face her. He held up his pants so that it covered his underwear. 
This was all that he could think of that would prevent her from 
seeing his swollen member tenting his briefs. He was erect and the 
size of it made it rather difficult to hide.

She looked at him wondering if she should have examined the 
medallion closer. All of the evidence suggested he was Druid in 
the service of the God, but he didn't behave like it. She 
commented, "Get hold of yourself. You're acting like a virgin."

He blushed at the word virgin and stuttered, "Uh..."

She stared at him incredulous as the truth of the situation dawned 
on her. There was nothing more contradictory in her mind than a 
virgin Druid. She asked, "Are you?"

He turned a bright red and nodded while he fidgeted as his erection 
pulsed. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life. He 
couldn't imagine what could be worse than standing in front of a 
woman clad only in his underwear. She smiled at the opportunity 
that this presented her, a reaction that made him even more 
nervous as there was a slightly feral feel to her grin. 

She handed him the package she was holding and said, "Put this 
on. We'll take care of your condition later."

He looked up at her in confusion wondering what she meant by 
that. He wondered if she meant that she would take care of his 
erection or his virginity. Then it dawned on him that taking care of 
one would take care of the other. He blushed and sought to change 
the topic. He chose the first one that came to mind and asked, 
"How tall are you?"

Her laughter rang out at his nervous change of topic. She 
answered, "I'm  5 foot 11 and 3/4 of an inch. For a long time I took 
a small degree of pleasure out of that missing quarter inch."

He shook his head and said, "I'm a foot smaller than you and 
always lied about that missing quarter inch."

She smiled down at him and tenderly rubbed a hand across his 
face. He might be small, but he was cute. She teased, "you had 
better get dressed before I lose control of myself."

Embarrassed, he turned away from her and opened the package. 
His eyes grew large at the red robe inside, not fully understanding 
the meaning of the robe. He slipped it on and turned to face her. 
She came over to him and adjusted the belt for a tighter fit. Since 
the robe was a little long, she pushed some of it under the belt so 
that the hem rose off the floor. She stood back and looked at him. 
He looked sharp in the red robe.

He reached for his cloak and, as he put it on, asked, "What now?"

She got very serious and answered, "As of this minute you are no 
longer in the Army. You are now a recognized Druid that serves as 
a desert warfare consultant. You will train people in how to go 
after the terrorists where they live."

He was no longer in the Army? As he wondered how could that be, 
he asked, "A consultant?"

She sat down in one of the chairs and answered, "Yes, a 
consultant."

"I don't know anything."

"You claim to know nothing," she echoed. Shaking her head, she 
added, "You drove me crazy for a month trying to figure out who 
was doing all of that damage on the terrorists. Your actions were 
so surprising that I spent days searching for you through satellite 
data. I couldn't find a trace of you anywhere. When I discovered 
that you were a Druid, it all made sense."

"Pardon?"

Jennifer laughed and leaned back in the chair. She answered, "You 
turned their own tactics against them. Surprise bombings, random 
targets, and total unpredictability. They were re-enforcing one 
location and you hit them at another."

Defending his choice of tactics, he replied, "Hey, I didn't want 
them to figure out where I was going. I did everything I could to 
deceive them."

"Well, you did an excellent job. You will be training the Special 
Forces on how to achieve the same effect."

"So I won't be going back out there to fight?"

Her tone was very serious as she answered, "No. You were able to 
do what you did because you were alone and behind enemy lines. 
Now you are not. You will train others to do as you did. That is the 
role of the Druid. We are advisors and only act out of self defense 
or the defense of the weak."

He nodded as he thought about what she had said. A dozen other 
soldiers with his abilities roaming around the desert could unleash 
significant damage on the terrorists. They would be unable to train 
the next generation. He answered, "I suppose you're right."

She stood and said, "Get your stuff together. We have to meet 
General Taggert in a while and I imagine you are hungry."

He collected the items out of his pockets and put them into the 
pockets of his robe. He picked up his uniform wondering what to 
do with it. He said, "Yes, I'm very hungry."

"Leave your uniform here. You are no longer army." She opened 
the door and walked out of it. He followed her, leaving the uniform 
behind. At the door, he glanced back at it amazed at how much it 
meant to him and how hard it was to leave behind.

He stepped out into the hall as the MP looked at him with shock, 
not realizing that he had been guarding one of the Druids. They 
had emerged almost overnight in positions of great influence and 
commanded great respect from the higher ranks. The unofficial 
word was that an enlisted man should not interfere with a Druid. 
They were to be treated with all of the respect of a Colonel. 
Looking at the woman, he asked, "What makes this guy so great?"

Jennifer glanced at the guard and said, "He's the Renegade Warrior 
that the press has been talking about."

The MP looked at Oscar in awe and swallowed. The exploits of the 
Renegade Warrior had been covered with great detail in the press. 
Many detractors of the American Military had claimed that it was 
the work of Special Forces operatives acting under direct orders of 
the President. 

The whole time he had been guarding him, the guard had believed 
that he could take care of the little guy without difficulty. Now he 
realized that he had made a major mistake. He asked, "So, you 
could have left anytime you wanted?"

"I guess so. I was fully armed," Oscar replied. He looked at 
Jennifer and asked, "Renegade Warrior?"

Jennifer smiled and answered, "Yes, we had to come up with a 
name for you. The press wanted to know who was taking out so 
many of the terrorists. Since we weren't operating in Iran, we told 
them that it must be someone inside the terrorist organization. We 
had no idea who was doing this, so we chose Renegade Warrior for 
your name."

Oscar knew the name should have been Foo Fighter, but shrugged 
as he replied, "It doesn't matter to me. I was happy to be of service 
to the God."

"Spoken like a true Druid." Jennifer smiled at him as she grabbed 
his hand and pulled him down the corridor. As they moved through 
the maze of corridors, she asked, "Where would you like to eat? 
You have your choice of the Officer's club, the mess hall, or a 
civilian restaurant."

Oscar wasn't really listening to a single word she was saying. The 
only thing that he noticed was that she was holding his hand. When 
she stopped to get his attention, he raised her hand to his lips and 
kissed it. The action took her by surprise. There had been an 
innocent touch in his action as if he were a shy teenager 
summoning up his courage on his first date. She smiled down at 
him and changed her mind about eating. The feral grin returned as 
she took off in a different direction.

He followed along caught up in the thrill of actually having 
worked up enough nerve to have kissed a woman. It didn't matter 
that all he had done was kiss her hand, it was the first time that his 
lips had touched a woman. The thrill was almost more than he 
could stand. She led him out of the building and over to a row of 
houses. He was barely aware of his surroundings. 

Jennifer led him into one of the houses and stopped once the door 
had closed behind them. She turned to face him. He looked up at 
her smiling face, amazed at the beauty of it. In an awed voice, he 
said, "You are so beautiful."

As she released his hand, his face fell in disappointment. She 
reached up and removed her robe. His eyes grew at the sight of her 
nearly naked body. She was wearing only a pair of French-cut 
panties. It was the most amazing sight of his life. In his eyes, she 
more beautiful than any nude that he had seen presented in a 
magazine. He drank in the sight of her with desire. When she 
reached over and removed his robe, he stood there almost 
paralyzed. 

She knelt in front of him and freed his cock by lowering his briefs. 
Leaning forward, she took his cock in her mouth. In a voice that 
trembled as he exhaled, he moaned, "Oh, my."

She started to work over his cock with a little more energy. He 
didn't last very long before he was spraying his come into her 
mouth. She had been expecting him to come, so his lack of 
warning didn't bother her. She could hardly believe how passive he 
was. He had not grabbed her hair or thrust into her. It was like he 
had been paralyzed by the entire situation. When he had finished 
ejaculating into her mouth, she cleaned his cock with her mouth 
very gently. 

A little more than a month ago he had faced certain death. At this 
moment he had tasted one of life's best experience. The difference 
touched his soul and nearly brought tears to his eyes. He looked 
down and declared, "I never imagined anything that wonderful 
ever happening to me."

Touched by the raw emotion in his voice, Jennifer stood up and 
took his hand leading him to her bedroom. She said, "Now that 
we've taken the edge off you, it is time for you to learn how to 
please a woman in bed."

He replied, "Gladly."

Jennifer lay down and then said, "First things first. You need to 
help a woman get into the proper state of mind to accept pleasure. 
You can start by kissing her lips."

Oscar leaned down and kissed her lips. He wasn't sure how hard or 
gently to kiss her. She pushed him back a little and said, "Start 
gentle and work up in pressure as I get more excited. Don't ram 
your tongue into my mouth until I open it and invite your 
exploration. Take it slow. Slow is sensual."

Oscar followed her instructions, kissing her lips gently. Her lips 
parted slightly and he ran his tongue across the gap. She opened 
her lips more and he tenderly explored her mouth. His hands, on 
his own initiative, slowly moved across her body. Caressing her 
with a gentle touch. She shivered at the intensity of his 
concentration on her. She pushed him back a little and said, "When 
you see that I'm responding, explore my erogenous zones with 
your kisses. Kiss my neck, around my ears, my shoulders, on the 
inside of my elbow, my wrists, and my breasts. Take your time and 
go slow."

He returned to kissing her lips. He slowly moved to her neck, 
kissing his way there. As her excitement grew, her hands started 
roaming over his body. When he worked his way to the crook of 
her elbow, she really started responding. She was tempted to grab 
his head and pull him to her breasts, but she resisted. This was his 
first time and he should learn to do it right. 

Oscar was lost in the sensations of exploring the body of this 
glorious woman. He soon forgot which parts she had told him to 
kiss, so he kissed every inch of her. Her arms, her shoulders, her 
neck, her breasts, and that valley between the breasts. He even 
sucked upon her fingers and kissed the palms of her hands 
introducing her to places of pleasure that she had not even known 
about. 

He suckled on her nipples, enjoying the sensation as they stiffened 
under his tongue. He kissed her belly, lost in the wonder of the 
expanse of skin that shivered under his touch. He worked his way 
down her legs. He spent time kissing her thighs. His hands roamed 
over her body, enjoying the little goose bumps that rose under his 
touch.

He kissed his way up her legs to the mysterious folds of skin. He 
looked up at her, unsure what to do. She said, "Go ahead and kiss 
it. Be gentle because it is very sensitive."

He started kissing the lips, surprised to see that they swelled and 
parted. He ran his tongue into the opening. She had to take a deep 
breath as his tender touch fired her excitement. Her pussy released 
its sweet juices and he licked them up as fast as he could. She ran a 
hand to his head and stroked his hair. Her legs started to tremble as 
the beginnings of an orgasm started to build. He noticed the clit 
and gently licked it. She moaned loudly and he knew that he had 
done something correctly. 

He continued to kiss and lick her clit. Her motions became more 
forceful and less controlled. He couldn't believe the effect that he 
was having upon her. He licked her clit faster, stopping 
occasionally or changing to circle it with his tongue. The teasing 
had the desired affect on her as she crashed over the threshold and 
came with shocking suddenness. She arched her back and 
screamed her pleasure. 

Oscar, afraid that he had hurt her, climbed up from his position and 
held her gently. He watched her face as the orgasmic grimace 
eased to a happy contented smile. He asked, "Did I hurt you?"

She smiled and ran her hands along his arms. She answered, "No, 
you didn't hurt me. You made me feel so good."

He grinned, happy to know that he had given her pleasure. Lying 
next to her naked body and watching the orgasmic glow was 
enough to give him an extremely hard erection. His cock leaked 
pre-come.  Seeing his excitement, she said, "Now that I've come, 
you can enter me. My body is fully open for you."

He positioned himself between her legs. She guided his cock into 
her and he slowly started thrusting. Now that she had come, she 
wanted it harder and faster. As his pleasure grew, he started 
thrusting faster. This was the part of lovemaking that nature ruled. 
Nature commanded their bodies, in this, the most basic of 
couplings. His body thrust trying to implant his seed deep into her. 
Her hips rose to meet his thrusts so that his semen would have a 
home deep within her. Her body trembled as waves of orgasm 
swept through her body. His muscles clenched as his body 
prepared for its release. 

He came. He came hard. Without realizing it, he screamed out his 
pleasurable submission to nature that only a woman can provide. 
His total involvement in the act induced another orgasm to wash 
through Jennifer. The spasms in her pussy intensified the pleasure 
for both of them.

Incredulous at the feelings that his coupling had induced in him, he 
put his arms around her and wept. To think that he might have 
gone his entire life without experiencing that moment of total bliss 
and connection with another human being was too much for him. 
Jennifer, amazed at his total surrender to her and his willingness to 
share his feelings, hugged him close to her. Every instinct in her 
body screamed out to her to hold him and take care of him. 

Shocked at his own tears, Oscar looked up at her. Gazing into her 
eyes, he said, "I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this 
afternoon. I can die happily now knowing that I have experienced 
the best that life has to offer."

She smiled down at him, touched by his heart felt emotion. She 
answered, "This was delightful and very enjoyable. It will be better 
for you when you know the woman and love her. I must say that I 
envy her, who ever she may be."

He started to answer, but she put a finger on his lips. He kissed the 
finger while she said, "Don't say that you love me. You know 
nothing about me. I get the great pleasure of knowing that I was 
your first. I know that I will always hold a special place in your 
heart."

Oscar thought about what she had said and knew that she spoke the 
truth. He didn't love her and she didn't love him. He had special 
feelings for her that would never die, but they weren't love. He 
nodded as he said, "I understand."

She caressed his face with her hand and said, "I know that you do. 
You are a very special man. You will bring pleasure to many 
women in the near future."

He smiled and said, "I know that there are some things that a man 
isn't supposed to ask, but was I okay?"

"You were outstanding. You are a natural lover. You take such 
pleasure in a woman's body, that it gives a woman everything she 
could possibly want in a lover. Orgasm is not the goal for a 
woman. It is the sense of being fully appreciated as a woman and 
the knowledge that a man truly enjoys being with her."

Oscar listened carefully as she told him about how women felt 
when making love. He realized that she was telling him more about 
the nature of female sex than any other woman would probably 
share. He wondered if he would be so kind as to provide the 
insights into male sexuality that she was giving him if their 
positions were reversed. He had been thrice blessed. She had made 
given him his first experience with a woman. She had made it 
pleasurable for him, not the fumbling confused experience that he 
thought would be his. She had given him key insights into making 
love to a woman to provide her with as much pleasure as he 
received.

When she had finished, she moved out from under him. He looked 
at her lovely body closely now that his urges had been relieved. 
She was a beautiful woman with natural curves and full ripe 
breasts. She stood and walked to the bathroom. Her hips swayed in 
a very feminine fashion. He was captivated by the graceful 
confident movements of her body. 

The sound of the shower filtered into the room as she washed the 
residue of their coupling from her body. He lay there waiting his 
turn in the shower knowing that if she had wanted him to join her, 
she would have invited him. She needed the time alone, for what 
reasons he didn't know, but it would be selfish of him to deny her 
these few minutes.

She came out of the bathroom with damp skin that quickly dried in 
the open air. She smiled at him and said, "It is your turn."

He went into the bathroom and turned on the water. He stepped 
under the shower taking pleasure in the warm water running over 
his body. He didn't spend much time, just long enough to wash 
away the remains of their coupling, but not the tension in his body. 
He exited the shower and dried off. His skin still damp, he came 
out of the bathroom expecting to see her already dressed. She was 
not in the bedroom.

She called him to come into the kitchen. Still naked, he wondered 
what he was supposed to do until he remembered that his robe was 
in the living room and went out to get it. When he reached his 
robe, he looked in the kitchen discovering that she was naked. 
Taken aback by her continued nudity, he stared at the robe in his 
hand wondering if he was supposed to put it on. She saw him by 
the robes and called out, "Stay that way. I enjoy looking at you."

Oscar looked puzzled at the thought that a woman would want to 
look at him naked, but he did as she asked. As she made a can of 
soup and a quick sandwich, he watched her work pondering why 
she would like to look at him. She poured the soup into two bowls 
and put the sandwiches on two plates. Handing him the two plates, 
she carried the two bowls to a table. She sat down and gestured to 
the seat across from her. He joined her at the table and set one of 
the plates in front of her. 

As they started eating, he watched her, amazed at how easy she 
took to being naked around him. Reminded of his hunger, he took 
a bite of his sandwich and slowly chewed. He remembered back to 
the conference room when she had asked him to undress and how 
he had been shy and unwilling. His attitude and modesty had 
surprised her. This made him wonder if most Druids were nudists. 
He swallowed a spoonful of the soup and asked, "You don't seem 
to be very concerned about nudity."

She smiled and looked across the table enjoying looking at his 
body. She teased, "Are you enjoying the view?"

He stuttered, "Uh, yes, no, I don't know. I just meant that you 
seemed very relaxed about being naked. I'm still somewhat 
embarrassed by it."

"If it harms none than do it," she replied. At the look of his 
confusion she explained, "Look, nudity harms no one by its 
presence. There are some that would harm you for being nude, but 
there are just as many out there that will harm you even if you're 
dressed. Nudity is natural and to be embarrassed by showing your 
body just means that you are not comfortable with your body."

He nodded and said, "Well, I've always been short for a guy."

She laughed and replied, "I've always been tall for a woman. I'm 
not sure which is odder to most folks, a tall woman or a short man. 
All I know is that I've come to appreciate my body."

Oscar sat there thinking about her statement. He wondered if he 
was really ashamed of his body or if he had been ashamed by his 
physical reactions to others around him. He commented, "Well, 
men tend to stick out a bit when they get excited."

She smiled and licked her lips with that same feral look in her eye. 
He noticed and blushed. Seeing his reaction, she said, "I don't see a 
problem with that. I feel flattered when I know that someone finds 
me sexy. I particularly appreciate it when they are kind enough not 
to try to force anything on me."

"I hope that I didn't force anything on you."

"Darling, I pulled you here, I stripped and stripped you. I was the 
one that went down on my knees and hoovered you. I pulled you in 
the bedroom and you did everything that I told you to do and more. 
No, you didn't force anything on me, don't worry about that." Her 
words caused Oscar to blush a bright red. She smiled across the 
table at his reaction to her description of the events. She added, 
"Next time you can be a little more assertive, though."

"Next time?"

She smiled like a fox in the chicken coupe, as she said, "Well, you 
are going to be around for at least a month as you figure out how to 
train your soldiers. You can stay here if you would like. I've got to 
warn you, I do tend to sleep better after sex."

Oscar laughed and said, "Okay. I'll be your sleeping pill."

They finished the meal in quiet. Oscar occasionally looked across 
the table at Jennifer, appreciating her beauty. The breasts that he 
had spent so much time kissing continued to attract his attention. 
They were magnificent, beautiful up close and beautiful from a 
distance. She didn't purposefully pose for him, but she did make 
sure that he got to see interesting views of her upper body. 

Finished with his soup and sandwich, Oscar pushed his empty 
dishes away from him. He looked over at her as he said, "This was 
the best meal that I've ever had. You were a most beautiful dining 
companion. Men throughout history would fight to have a meal 
like I have just had."

Jennifer laughed at his obvious flattery and said, "With words like 
that you'll sweep any woman off her feet. However, we have a 
General that is waiting to talk with us."

Dressed in his red robe, Oscar followed Jennifer as she walked past 
the General's aide and into his office. He looked at the aide and 
could tell the young man was quite upset at being ignored. The 
General didn't complain about the unannounced intrusion. She sat 
down in a chair, so Oscar did likewise. She said, "General Taggert, 
I'd like you to meet the Renegade Warrior, Oscar Meyers."

The General looked over at Oscar and commented, "I just finished 
reading your file and the report from your former commanding 
officer. You went from Fuck Up to Druid in one month."

Jennifer, glared at the General, and said, "Men may have viewed 
him as a Fuck Up, but the God selected him and not them."

The General frowned at the rebuke as he replied, "So you say."

Pleased at her defense of him, Oscar looked at the General and 
replied, "Yes. That is what we say."

Irritated, the General looked at Oscar for a minute. Not 
intimidated, Oscar gazed back, his eyes not blinking. He was 
willing to wait for the General all day if necessary. He had learned 
many lessons in the desert and patience was the one that had been 
burned into his psyche. The General finally asked, "So what will 
you be doing for the Army?"

Jennifer answered, "He's going to train your Special Forces on how 
to hunt and kill terrorists. Between the two of us, you can bet that 
things are going to change in that area of the world."

"How can you say that?"

Jennifer took Oscar's hand in hers. She answered, "Because Oscar 
here single-handedly took out between a quarter to a third of a very 
large terrorist organization in thirty days. Your troops were 
mucking around in the mountains trying to find them."

The General frowned at the comparison and looked over at Oscar. 
He said, "Well, put together your training plan and present it to 
me."

Oscar nodded as he realized that the interview was over. Jennifer 
stood as said, "See you later, General Taggert."

Oliver stood as he said, "It's been a pleasure to meet you, General 
Taggert."

Jennifer turned and left the room. Oscar stood there for a moment 
and then turned to the General. In a very serious tone of voice, he 
said, "You may not believe this, sir, but I enjoyed my time in the 
Army tremendously. I think it is the finest organization in the 
world."

Oscar didn't wait for a response, leaving the room to follow 
Jennifer. The General sat there surprised as his aide came in the 
room. The General turned to him and said, "About the time that I 
get pissed enough at those Druids to toss them off the base, they 
turn around and shock the hell out of me. That little runt killed 
over three hundred hardcore terrorists on their own ground. I've 
seen the pictures of the camps that he took apart. I expect that we'll 
have major changes around here."

The aid asked, "What about her?"

"She's a real puzzle. A month ago she walks into the map room 
points to a location on the map and tells me that the terrorists are 
there. Our troops get attacked twenty different ways going after 
them. They kill thirty six of the terrorists and she says that our 
tactics are all wrong. She gets on the phone with the commander in 
the field and the next day we get fifty in two hours with no 
causalities or wounded." The General sat back and considered the 
Oscar Meyer. The service record of the man didn't suggest 
anything like the guy that had walked in his office. Perhaps there 
was something to their claim that they served Gods and Goddesses.
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