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Loves healing touch By Rachel Saunders Sam's heart rate went through the roof. His pulse raced as he watched the ground race up before him. Now this was what he called 'alive'. The thud of the afterburners kicked in, and his body tensed as almost 7 G's pushed him back into his seat. "Griffin 1 to Griffin leader - you are one crazy son of a bitch sir". Sam smiled. The altimeter indicated that he had stopped merely 20 metres above the ground. The lowest he had ever achieved, maybe the lowest ever achieved by a marine pilot. "This is Papa Bear to Griffin leader - haul your sorry arse back to base. That was one stupid stunt too many." Sam shook his head slightly. Damn it. These birds were meant to be tested to their limits, but the brass was none too impressed when he tried 'innovative tactics' once in a while. He flew the 40 miles back to base pondering what the Colonel would say. "Stupid dumb arse prick" or something like that, probably followed by a week long grounding. It would be worth it though. The craft gently hovered above the landing zone as he engaged the auto gear. The whir of the landing servos brought the wheels down, and after about ten seconds the F54 touched down. Sam popped the hatch, saluted his ground crew, then saw the steaming figure of his CO stomping towards him. He snapped a smart salute as reached the tarmac. "Captain I want to see you in my office now!" Colonel Kelly yelled at him. Sam tried to look sullen, but the odd wink of support from his crew almost caused him to burst out laughing. He followed the Colonel back to the divisions HQ, and once inside Kelly's office a tirade of eloquent abuse came fourth from the Canadian officer. "What the hell do you think you were doing in MY plane? You are a fucking moron - I should ground you... no... I should fucking transfer you to a damned tanker squadron. You are a Marine Corps office of the United Nations Armed Forces. Stunts like that only encourage the less experienced numb nuts within the division to attempt that fucked up piece of crap. That said... just how low did you manage to get?" "20 metres, sir." The colonel took a deep breath and let out a whistle. "You do know that I am going to have to ground you for a week, as a matter of course." Sam nodded, and was pleasantly surprised when his CO drew out a bottle of Martian Whiskey from his desk. "You are a bloody maverick, but fuck me if those crazy sons of bitches could ever beat that one. 20 bloody metres. How high did you start up?" "About 25km, sir". The colonel poured two shots. He handed one to Sam, and shook his head. "I take it your ground crew sorted out the afterburners then?" Sam nodded. "Yes sir. Wilcox managed to screw another four percent out of the mixture ratio. The F-54 is a dream to fly, sir." Sam pictured the smooth lines of the F-54 extra-atmospheric fighter, commonly know as the Stingray. He smiled as he replayed the decent in his minds eye. Then subconsciously played with the astronauts wings on his flight suit. "Well Captain at least the Screaming Eagles can claim another record. I'll chalk this up as a requested absence, so it won't count against you. I want your word as an office and a gentleman that you will never attempt this kind of stunt again." Sam thought about it for a second. The Colonel was being very lenient on him, and now he had the official record he didn't have to prove himself. "Yes sir, I give you my word that I won't pull another stunt like that again." The Colonel stood up, and dismissed Sam from his office. As he walked out through the oak doors he pondered what he would do with himself for the next week. Officially he was not allowed near an F-54, or his ground crew, for seven days. So where to go? He could always visit his parent on Luna, but he would only have two days with them as it was a four day round trip there and back. "Hey Sam, fancy going out to Goa for a few days?" Sam turned to see his fellow Captain Lydia Smythe running to catch up with him. He flashed her a wry smile. "Bad news travels fast then, huh?" She gave him an impish grin. "Oh yes - my folks have a house near the beach, and I was due to start my leave tomorrow anyhow." Sam thought for a second... what the hell. They were stuck on Guam for another five months, so a week in Goa would be a nice distraction. "Okay, sounds like a plan. What time is your flight?" Lydia's face lit up. "It's the 06:30 scram jet to Melbourne, then connecting flight to India. We should be there around 15:00." He pondered for a few moments. "That's fine with me. Anyone else coming?" She shook her head, and gave him the thumbs up as she walked off. * * * The miracles of modern technology. Sam had always loved flying, and the fact that you could go from a tiny island like Guam and be in Melbourne within an hour always thrilled him. The scram jets had only been introduced when he was about three, and they had totally revolutionised air travel for the wealthier citizens of Earth. Lydia chatted to him about her current assignment. She was a test pilot for a new breed to fighter jets that used 3D microsimulations on the ground, and the pilot was neurally connected to the computer, rather than being physically in the plane. She bubbled about some of the stunts that she had been able to pull off. Sam smiled politely. He enjoyed her company, but he could never understand the military's obsession with removing the human element from the circuit. He found it slightly creepy that a robot was up there with enough raw fire power to take out a small city. "Ladies and gentlemen please fasten your seatbelts as we are about to make our decent into Mumbai International airport." Lydia squeezed his hand with excitement. "I haven't been to my folks house in over three years. Mom was telling me all about the new waterfront features that have built." As the plane touched down Sam looked out of the small porthole and saw a gleaming edifice of a terminal. Ever since India had overtaken America as the second largest economy it had tried to impress it's wealth on all who visited. When the United States had collapsed economically in the earl 2020's, and the United Nations had managed to broker a world congress, India, China, Russia, and the EU had emerged as the leading economic powerhouses. India in particular had used her greatest resource, her people, to drive forward into space. The joint Russian-Indian colonisation program of Luna was one of the crowning achievements of the 21st Century. "Sam, you looked like you were miles away." He shook his head and stared straight back into Lydia's blue eyes. Grinning he stood up with her as the other passengers began to file off the jet. The humidity of India was equivalent to Guam, so as they exited the terminal building for their shuttle down to Goa neither of them complained about the searing heat. * * * As he settled in to his room Sam suddenly felt the weight of the last few months come crashing down upon his shoulders. The serenity of this beach front house, the sound of the waves gently lapping the shores, the smells so alien yet so inviting. Taking off his shoes and socks he gently lowered himself onto his bed. The soft cotton cooled his feet, and his mind wandered over the events that caused him to be so devil-may-care. His transfer to the Screaming Eagles had been a reward for his exemplary flight record. He had arrived four months previously full of hopes of testing out new planes, flying new prototypes, even getting to fly about a UNNS carrier to Mars or beyond. But all those things had suddenly fallen short when his wingman had died in a horrific crash five weeks into his assignment. Hans Jurgans was a brilliant EU pilot from Munster who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. During a standard in-flight refuelling manoeuvre Hans' F54 had been hit be a stray bird, taking out an engine. The tanker and the fight had ripped apart, and even though the tanker had managed to contain the fuel leak from it's end, Sam could only watch in horror as Hans cockpit was engulfed in a fireball as the wrecked engine ignited the leaked fuel. Hans had desperately tried to punch out, but the plane spiralled away and crashed into a field somewhere in Russia. The horrific images filled his mind every time he closed his eyes, and Hans screams over the intercom haunted his dreams. The base shrink had grounded him from any of the extra-terrestrial activities until Sam was mentally fit enough to cope with the long periods of isolation in space. So all he could do was play with the F54. The stingray was an awesome flaying machine, and he had already been ground four times previously for doing unregulated manoeuvres. Knock knock. Sam looked toward the door. He needed to be alone, desperately needed to be alone. Knock knock. Grudgingly he said "Come in". In walked an older version of Lydia, her long sun bleached blond hair in marked contrast to her tanned skin. Lydia's mother was most definitely a MILF. "We were wondering if you fancied coming to the barbecue we have on the beach each Friday evening?" Sam looked at her vacantly for a second then slowly nodded. He needed to give his tortured mind a rest, and maybe meeting new people would help him do that. "Thank you Mrs Smythe. What time do I need to be ready for?" "Please call me Diana. We usually light the fires around 5 O'clock, and the food is served around 7. It is really an informal event." She smiled, and gently closed the door behind her as she left the room. Alone again with his thoughts Sam tried the picture a more serene time, his teenage years, his errant coming of age party, and his first love, Ryan. Now there was a boy who could melt anyone's heart. Ryan had captured Sam's heart on a fiery summers evening during their first year at the academy. Thankfully the whole anti-gay god quad had been soundly thrashed by their friends, and the two of them were left in peace for the remaining two years of their course. "Love is so tender when it is at it's most innocent." Ryan was always full of boyish charm. Which made his tragic death during a training exercise all the more heart wrenching. Sam had wept many bitter tears for his lost love, and even though the accident had happened five years previously he had never really felt able to give his heart to another person, male or female. * * * "So Lydia tells me you are something of a maverick then, captain." Sam smiled as Lydia's father passed him a pound of cow flesh in a bun. "I have my moments" Sam said wryly. The two of them chatted about the Marines, and Sam was pleasantly surprised to hear that Lydia's family had seven generations of Marines in the family tree. "She is our oldest daughter, and she was determined to follow in my footsteps. I was one of the lead Marines in operation Vulcan, though I was injured when a Palestinian suicide bomber blew himself up in front of my patrol vehicle." The older man showed Sam his right hand. The pinkie and ring finger were missing. "I'm just glad she's a fly girl, not some dumb squib foot slogging around the middle east." They chatted for a while longer, and as the sun set over the sea the family lit some beacons that were scattered around the gathering. The sound of a guitar and drums sprung up as the solar disk gently slipped beneath the waves. In the afterglow of the days heat a vibrant sky radiated it's awe inspiring beauty. "This is a song dedicated to a man who knows no fear - either of gravity or of his superiors. This one is for Sam." Lydia began to sing a folk tune about a wondering soul - part blues, part rock. He smiled as she seemed to nail him with her words. He was glad that his friend had invited him here. After Hans death she was the only person who had managed to connect with him on any meaningful level. The fact she was dyke didn't bother him. She knew that he was bisexual, which made things a lot less awkward. He had to admit that she did have good taste in women, and her current bit of fluff was a very 'interesting' bar manager on Guam. "And so here ends the story of Billy-Ray.... His Harley kept riding all night and all day... through moonlight and star dust he kept coming home... oh but a broken heart oh so alone." Applauses rippled around the group as she put the guitar down and walked over to him with a fresh brew in her hand. "So Mister... fancy going for a moonlit swim?" She nudged him in the ribs, and he chuckled as she dragged him towards the waters edge. They walked far enough along the beach for the their antics not to be seen, and they hurriedly stripped. Giggling like a pair of school kids they rushed into the embrace of the sea. The latent heat of the day meant the ambient temperature was warm and comfortable. Swimming out a few hundred yards from the shore, only the roar of the waves kept them company. "You really should talk more about Hans. I saw your file a few weeks ago, and the reason you were passed over for the Mars assignment was the fact they are worried about you." Sam stopped swimming and started to tread water. "I know, I know. Honest to God I really want to talk about it, but it brings back too many painful memories of Ryan every time I think about Hans." Lydia swam back towards him, and gently embraced him. He was her soul mate, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that the memories were so raw and undiluted. "Maybe a week here will help you unwind. Mom and dad are aware of your situation, at least as far as Hans is concerned. They will give you enough space to help. You never know, you may bump into someone who you can connect with." Sam began to gently swim back towards the shore. Images of flames and the stench of burning flesh filled his senses. "I hope so Lydia, I genuinely hope so." * * * The dying embers of the previous nights bonfire were the first thing he saw. His neck had a crick in it, and he was naked except for his Calvin's. Sam couldn't help but laugh. He must have drunk ten bottles of Cobra the night before, and his head felt like he had gone ten rounds with the PT instructor. Yawning he stretched and realised just how messed his head was. Looking around he didn't see anyone else on the beach, but the house was reassuringly close if he needed to hurl. It was only after he managed to get used to daylight again that he saw her on the beach, about 100 metres away. She was slowly performing some sort of yogic meditation, and each time she gracefully moved Sam grew more hypnotised by her lithe form. He crept a little closed, hoping not to startle her. He grace was balletic as she gently slid from one position into the next. The rhythm of the ocean formed the music to which she performed. After about twenty minutes she sat down in the soft sand and entered the lotus position. Sam was awestruck. There was something about this woman that he couldn't put his finger on. Her features were a mixture of European and Polynesian, and her red hair seemed to be the most striking to him. The light breeze caught errant strands playfully, and after a few minutes she patiently pulled them back into place. Plucking up all the courage he could muster Sam gingerly walked over to her. She looked up, bemused. "Would you mind if I join you?" He asked tentatively. Cocking her head sideways, looked him straight in the eyes, and beckoned him to sit. Taking a deep breath she placed her hands on his. The energy that passed between them was so relaxing. Tranquillity swept over him for the first time in years. Gently she wiped away the tears that freely flowed from his eyes. Her soft touch soothing his churning soul. "Meine name is Heidi, what ist yours?" He smiled inwardly. "Mein name ist Samuel, Sam for short. Sprechen sie English?" She giggled. "Ya. Meine vater is English, meine mutter is German. My English is a bit rusty, I'm afraid." Sam couldn't help but smile. In fact the effects of his hang over seemed to have dissipated the moment she held his hand. They chatted for what seemed like hours. She explained that she was a journalist travelling around India looking for stories about the economic superpowers, and that at the moment she was trying to talk to expatriate Americans and Europeans about their lives in India. Sam listened intently as she talked about her travels. She had started off in Thailand, followed several Americans through the Burmese corridor, and then she had travelled across India over the last six months. Her e- zine was proving to be quite a hit with the hip young things in Europe. Sam looked up at the sky, and realised it was nearly midday. Heidi smiled. "I really enjoyed our chat, fancy coming over to my chalet later, I cook a mean Thai green curry." Sam felt intrigued. He nodded his consent, and she pointed towards one of the larger chalets on the beach front. "Meet me here around 7 O'clock." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and walked off. * * * The afternoon flew by as Lydia showed him round a couple of the local coves. His digi-cam must have taken over 500 pictures before the battery died on him. When he told her of his meeting with the mysterious Heidi she laughed. "Sounds like you have really hit it off with her, huh?" Sam coyly nodded. Heidi's smile seemed to have replaced the images of death that plagued his subconscious. "Well Mister you better take something to the dinner. Mom has a nice wine selection, and I'm sure that this mystery woman of yours would appreciate it." Lydia continued to playfully tease him all the way back to her parents villa. He didn't mind her subtle ribbing as it took his mind off the evening to come. Heidi was something unique in his mind. Someone who both intrigued and puzzled him in equal measure. Here was a woman who was wondering around a foreign land with just her own company, and that amazed him. "So, what are you going to wear?" He looked at her puzzled. "Wear?" She gently punched in him the shoulder. "You need to make a good first impression buster. After all, the only thing she has seen you in is your y-fronts - not that you haven't got a fit and toned physique and all." Sam went through the clothes he had packed. Aside from his Marine slacks he didn't have a decent pair of pants on him, just long shorts. "I suppose I could wear my uniform slacks, and a nice shirt." Lydia gave me a sly look. "I think dad is the same size as you, maybe you can borrow a pair of his?" Sam nodded, and agreed that it would probably be a better idea. His dark green marine pants were a bit too dressy. They got back to Lydia's parents villa about 6 o'clock, and after grabbing a quick shower Sam dressed. He made an effort to look less ragged than when Heidi had first saw him, and his short blond hair was spiked into a trendy style. Looking in the mirror he liked what he saw. A fit specimen of manhood, a marine in his prime. A knock on the door broke his Adonis like adoration. "Enter." Lydia poked her head around the door and gave him the thumbs up. "I think she will like your look - you look edible, if I were that way inclined." Coming fully into the room she passed him a pair of her fathers slacks, which Sam pulled on. They were slightly loose around the waist, but his Marine belt soon took care of that. Pulling on a tight t-shirt, his well defined pectorals sculpted the cotton to his contours. "Thank you... I honestly don't know what to expect of this evening. I hope chat and... well you never know." He gave his friend a long hug, and as they parted she whispered words of encouragement in his ear. Lydia was worth her weight in gold, and he was proud to call her his friend. * * * Bottle of wine in hand he made is way to the rendezvous point. The sand felt cool beneath his feet, as he had chosen not the wear any footwear. The soft reds and purples of the gently setting sun made a glorious backdrop, and as he moved over the dunes he saw a figure of loveliness waiting for him. "Gutten arbite fraulein, wo bist du?" "I am well, thank you. I hope your afternoon was fun." Chatting they made their way back to her chalet. It was a bit smaller than Lydia's parents, but it was very spacious none the less. The smell of exotic spices and eastern aromas embraced Sam as they entered her abode. His mouth began to salivate at the thought of the meal to come. Heidi beckoned him over to one of the comfy chairs in her main living area. A small bamboo table covered in an Indian print cotton cloth covered it, and the overall effect was very homely and inviting. "Dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes. I have prepared a selection of oriental dishes that I picked up along my travels. I hope you enjoy them." Sam smiled. "I will try anything once, and your cooking smells mouth watering." Heidi gave a bashful smile, and went behind the counter into her kitchen area. She returned with two glasses and a bottle opener. "I'm sorry I don't have any wine glasses, but the couple I am renting this place from don't seem to have any." Sam opened the bottle of white wine, and poured a liberal glass for each of them. They toasted the evening, and Sam took a long sip from the glass. Heidi was a bit more conservative and took a small one. "So, what brings you to this oasis of serenity then? You know all about my travels, yet all I know is that you are a Marine pilot." Sam paused for a few moment, and just as he was telling her about his crazy stunts she dived back behind the counter to begin to serve the first course. She brought out a naan bread for them to share, along with a bowl of fragrant source to dip it into. "I have had a rough few months. My wingman died in a horrific accident, and... well I suppose I have had this recklessness that just refuses to die." Heidi listened intently as she slowly ate her share of the prepared food. Sam picked at the delicious food, too wrapped up in his tale to really notice the richness of the spices. "So what about your love? Surely you have a lover waiting for you back on... ummm... Guam?" Sam slowly shook his head. He took a bite out of the bread, and gently placed it down. It hit him just how lonely he really felt. Grief overwhelmed him as his body started to shake with his sobs. A look of deep concern crossed Heidi's face as she placed her own plate down, and moved round the table next to him. "Oh Sam, what happened?" In a torrent of tears and sobs he recounted his feelings for Ryan, his inability to let go of the grief wrapped up inside. Heidi gently stroked his face. Taking his hand in hers she slowly massaged his palm with her finger tips. A feeling of peace crept through the tears. "I must serve the next course, or it will burn. I'll be right back." He watched her gather the cutlery, drain the rice, and then serve a heavenly dish. He presented him with her version of a Thai green curry. Taking a bite his taste buds were overwhelmed with the complexity of the flavours. "Wow!" She merely smiled, and sat down next to him. As they ate she stayed silent as he regaled more of the last 5 years. He pushed himself to achieve, to be the best, to prove to himself that there was something worth living for. After they had both finished she served a lemon sorbet for desert. The bitter sweet flavours complemented the main dish perfectly. "Heidi you are a superb cook. I bet you have lots of suitors knocking on your door." Sam mused gently. She looked down at the floor for a few seconds, then returned his gaze. Her deep drown eyes, and semi-oriental features was so alluring. "No, not really. You're the first person I have had the courage to ask over for dinner since I arrived in Thailand. I usually cook for groups of my friends...." Sam felt her draw back slightly. Puzzled he took her hand, and held it gently in his own. He guided them both to a chaise long in the corner of the room. "What's wrong? You are such a remarkable woman, who wouldn't be proud to be seen with you?" She drew a deep breath, held it in for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh. "Do you know much about Thailand?" Sam shook his head. Aside from the odd r&r session and lady boys he knew nothing about the country. "Well the lady boy thing is a little close to my heart." She gave a soft laugh, then looked him straight in the eyes. "I had two reasons from visiting Bangkok - one you already know about, which was work related. The other... and this is where every other man leaves...." He sensed the fear building up inside of her. Then the penny dropped. "You had the operation... you... you're a transsexual?" Heidi nodded. She looked away and pulled her hand from his. She seemed to expect him to walk away, and leave the peace of this sanctuary. Sam sat their for what seemed like an eternity, then did something neither them expected. He took her hand, and gently kissed each finger. He was so out of practice it was laughable, but in the circumstances he could not think of a better thing to do. Heidi looked shocked for a brief moment, then a look of wonder spread across her face. "Oh Sam.... that feels so nice." With great delicacy he slowly kissed her bear arms, all the while moving himself behind her sensual form. The soft fabric of her dress complemented her skin as his lips found the nape of her neck. Each butterfly kiss evoked shivers of pleasure he could feel rippling across her skin. She pulled his chin up and kissed him intensely on the lips. Her tongue probed a little into his mouth, and their momentary duel ended with her on top on him, their lips inseparable. "Heidi... you are an amazing woman... wow..." She placed a finger over his lips as she seductively ran a finger down his face. The light stubble must have felt course to her, but as she delicately pulled off his t-shirt her fingers possessed a magic all of their own. Images of his last tryst with Ryan flashed through his mind, but soon melted away as this nymph of desire turned his body into her temple. Heidi used her fingertips to softly glide over his weary skin, with each pass he could feel the tension building within him. The last embers of the twilight faded into darkness as they embraced their shared desire. Heidi broke the embrace, and as she took his hand she led him through to her inner sanctum. She lit a lamp in the corner which served to provide a subtle dance across his torso. Oh so teasingly this goddess in front of him removed the delicate fabric, which cascaded to the floor in a fluid movement. "You are so beautiful" was all he could clumsily say. He had not been with a woman for such a long time, you as he drank in her toned figure the lust surged inside, and the heat between his thighs grew. For the first time in five years passion enveloped him as Heidi led him to her double bed. His slacks were soon on the floor as her nimble fingers danced over his thighs. A fire raged deep within his soul, and this woman, this angel of all things erotic guided him through the garden of pleasure. Deep into the night they shared their bodies, the warm night air a subtle blanket for the emotions that ran between them. Unlike his previous fumbles this was ecstasy personified. Each movement, each kiss, each glance brought a new understanding. "Sam... please make love to me.... make me a woman..." Her soft plea whispered in his ear, followed by the most serene moment of his life. In the light of the lamp her beauty enchanted him, her spell brought rapture, and her scent intoxicated. Slowly, oh so slowly he moved between her soft thighs. The tanned skin silken to his touch. The moment he entered her she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Looking deep into each others eyes they spent what seemed like an aeon exploring each an every position they could think of. Sam smiled inwardly as he found that she was far more flexible that any other partner he had made love to. * * * As the sun crept through the shutters Sam dreamily woke. For a moment he found himself disconcerted, had last night really happened? There had been no nightmares, no images of Hans or Ryan... merely this amazing woman... this gift from on high who had healed his wounds. As he watched her sleep, he knew that whatever happened when he returned to Guam he would have to remain in contact with her. He felt that she had captured his heart, and no matter what her past he knew that he wanted to be part of her future. The end

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