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THE MAN FROM THE REGIMENT.
Mark d'Olivera wasn't the sort of man that anyone would notice. He
wasn't very tall, or big, or loud in his speech but he had a certain
something about him that the Stock twins found appealing. More so Sue
than her sister Sam, who never liked to be called Samantha. They
worked in the village pub where for a while Mark became a fairly
regular patron.
His unwillingness to talk about himself to them they put down to a
shyness with women and at one stage Sam suggested that he was probably
gay. From their boss, the 'Duke's Inn' owner Dave Madden, they learned
that he came from a local family of which he was, for the time being,
the last in line. He had inherited their fairly substantial property
on the edge of the village. Apparently he had been in the army but had
left rather suddenly to take up residence in the house. That, and the
fact that he was in his early thirties, was the sum knowledge the
locals had of him.
"He was probably kicked out for being gay," Sam told Sue quietly as he
walked in one lunchtime.
If it was the case then it was only cover that he asked Sue if she
would be free one evening for a dinner out.
Sue knew that she was the less attractive twin, she wasn't so outgoing
or wear as much make up as her sister, so the invitation came as a
surprise. So much so that she had agreed to his invitation before she
really gave it much thought and suggested that very evening as she
wasn't on the roster to work. By the time he left the bar, after just
a half pint, she was already worrying about what she should wear and
her sister was already making fun of her.
"You should go in my biker outfit," Sam told her. "He could then
pretend you're a boy when he kisses you goodnight."
As it turned out he took her to a Michelin starred French restaurant in
the nearest small town, about thirty minutes drive away. Sue was able
to show off that she had taken French at school and ordered in a very
accomplished accent. The food was excellent but it wasn't until the
evening was almost over when she realised that she still didn't know
much more about him as they had spent nearly all the time talking about
her, her sister and the village. Almost the only thing she learned was
from one sentence.
"I got fed up with what I was doing in the Regiment and put in my
papers," was all he said about his own life.
He had ordered drinks very carefully, as he told her he always did when
driving, having a sparkling water to her gin and tonic before the meal
and only one glass of a very good Macon wine during it. Fortunately,
Sue thought, she had a pretty good head for alcohol because she
believed that he was trying to get her drunk. However, to her slight
disappointment, he made no attempt to even kiss her when he dropped her
at her home, just thanking her very politely for a wonderful evening's
company, and could they repeat it soon? She was only too happy to
agree.
"I told you he's gay." Her sister gloated when she learned how nice
he'd been. "Fancy going out with a queer, just to give him camouflage,
was he eyeing up the other men in the caf??"
"No he wasn't, and it wasn't a caf?, it was L'Escargot we went to, if
you must know."
"That's the snail." Sam stretched her scant knowledge of French and
pulled a face. "You didn't eat any of them, did you?"
"I didn't, as it happens, although Mark had them as a starter and I'd
have joined him except I had the caviar, so there."
"So what? They're only over priced fish eggs, I expect the cod from
our local chippy tastes better. Anyway how much were they? I hope he
was stung for your boring evening."
"I don't know how much they were, my menu didn't have prices on it."
"I bet that place is a right rip off, they're not allowed to sell food
without a priced menu." Sam was getting dangerously close to showing
that she was jealous.
"Oh I got a glimpse of his as he handed it back," Sue explained, "that
had the prices and as far as I could see each item was at least twenty
pounds, so the meal must have cost a bomb."
By the time they turned in for the night Sue had a pleasant glow from
her evening, very much in contrast to her malcontent sister.
Weeks passed, each one with two or three dates between Mark and Sue and
although she tried to find out more, he was adept at deflecting the
conversation whenever it turned to the subject of him, but when Sue
made it clear it was welcomed, he proved to be a very exciting kisser.
While he aroused her passions, he was very careful not to cross the
line of decency.
One evening they went back for another meal at L'Escargot.
"I don't know if you realise it," he remarked, "it's three months to
the day since we had that first meal in here."
Just as Sue was thinking to herself that he was still a mystery to her,
he stood up, then got down on one knee.
"Susan, I love you very much, I hope it is returned and if it is, will
you marry me?"
She was totally shocked. Her head spun. It was something she hadn't
seen coming in a million years.
"Mark, I know it's a bit clich?d but can you give me a day or two to
think about it? I do have strong feelings towards you, but this is too
important not to give it a lot of thought."
He suggested that she took the ring at least for the time being, but
she refused, saying that once she took it she would be fully committed
to him.
When she got home that night, she was disappointed to find that her
sister was out, but she was too excited to sleep and stayed up until
Sam rolled in, rather drunk.
"How big was the diamond, was it expensive?" was really all the tipsy
woman was interested in knowing.
"I don't know that and I don't know if I should go ahead and marry
him."
"Well get the ring, then decide," was the best advice she got. "You
can always flog it if you change your mind. Anyway, it's only a piece
of paper, you can get a divorce dead easy if he's no good."
The following day Sam was more vociferous.
"What the hell are you thinking of? You know he's gay, what sort of
life do you think you'd have, living with him?"
When Sue showed no sign of ditching Mark, even was still considering
his proposal, Sam determined to help her twin whether she wanted it or
not, and spent the morning ringing round her friends to make plans.
That evening, when Mark called in to the 'Duke' for his customary half
pint, Sam jumped in to serve him and questioned him about his
intentions for her sister. He chatted amiably to her while at the same
time hardly taking his eyes off the sister he loved. On his walk back
to his house he started to feel unsteady, realised that his drink had
been spiked, but before he could reach home he collapsed at the side of
the road.
He was unaware of the group of people who picked up his limp body and
dumped it in the back of a pick up truck. Equally comatose when he was
stripped and a strong smelling lotion spread over his body then washed
off, together with all his body hair in a shower. Sam arrived, having
slipped away from work on the pretext of feeling unwell. She brought
with her a pair of realistic breast forms that were glued to the
sleeping man's chest and a tight latex panty girdle that was drawn up
his legs.
The group was swollen by more arrivals who wanted to join in the fun
and Mark was dressed as a cheap whore, fishnet stockings, four inch
heeled shoes and micro-mini skirt. His bra was clearly visible through
a sheer blouse and Sam had just finished making up his face when he
started to come round.
As he woke he was greeted by the sight of seven young men and four
women, including Sue's sister standing round and laughing at him.
"Time to come out, Nancy boy," Sam told him, giggling at his appearance
which was even better than she had hoped. "From now on 'Nancy' is your
name, got it?"
"Why this Sam?" he asked her in a quiet voice she took as him being
broken.
"Come off it Nancy, you know you only go out with my sister because
you're queer."
"Why would you think that, Sam?"
"It's obvious, Nancy, everyone knows you got kicked out of the army
because of it."
"I don't think you understand, Sam, I wasn't kicked out, I resigned."
"Yes, of course you did, well I've got news for you, tonight you start
your new job as a cheap whore." She stood up and made her way to the
door.
"Please don't do this." He sounded as if he was pleading.
This tone of voice brought laughter out of the crowd and several of
them mimicked his apparently whining plea. Two of the men took him by
each arm and led him out of the room and out to one of two cars and
truck. They put him in the back seat with one each side of him and Sam
got into the front passenger seat with her latest boyfriend driving
what Mark realised was her car.
The vehicles all set off in convoy, none of the occupants wishing to
miss the sight of Mark being made to solicit tricks.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Shut up Nancy boy," was the only response he got from one of his
guards.
They drove for best part of an hour and he realised that they were
heading into one of the less salubrious parts of the city of Bristol.
He didn't know it well, but assumed that in common with many other
cities it had its share of people on the underbelly of life. They
pulled into the side of the road, outside a run down public bar. A
very large man was standing there to meet them.
"Here's your latest recruit Steve," Sam told the man, who stooped to
look in through the rear window to examine Mark.
"Get her out and let's have a look at her," the man ordered. Mark then
noticed a second man, just as large as Steve, but with much more muscle
so was presumably his minder.
Mark was pulled out of the car.
"Get on your knees in front of your new owner and give him a sample
blow job Nancy," ordered Sam. "You're going to earn me the money back
to pay for your lovely make over, then Mr Steve might even allow you to
keep enough of your earnings to pay for your own make up and clothes."
"No," was all Mark said.
"What do you mean 'no' Nancy? You've got no choice if you don't want
to be beaten senseless." Sam wanted to see him put into action, she
was getting quite wet at the thought and by now all the others had
gathered round.
"You have to believe me that I don't want anyone to be beaten
senseless, but you're going to drive me home or I will take your keys
and drive myself," Mark was speaking so quietly that the ones standing
a little further away were asking others what he just said.
Sam, Steve and the men next to him burst out in laughter.
"Where did you find this one Sam?" Steve asked.
Without further ado the big man drew his arm back and aimed a punch at
Mark's stomach intending to floor him. What happened next was so fast
it took a few moments for the bystanders to work out what exactly had
happened.
Before the punch landed, Mark had placed each of his arms round the
back of the heads of his young minders, pulling them together so
quickly that by the time their heads struck each other, the aimed punch
buried itself between each of their chests.
The two kidnappers fell unconscious to the floor, blood coming from
their heads.
"Now give me the keys to Sam's car," Mark demanded of her boyfriend.
Before he had a chance to answer, Steve's minder decided to end the
scuffle and launched himself at Mark. The intended victim simply side
stepped and rabbit punched the man on the back of the neck as he passed
by and he added to the bodies on the ground. Three of Sam's friends
then decided that they would deal with the situation, the one a little
in front of the others Mark grabbed, spun him round, breaking his arm
and using his momentum to crash into the second one, then Mark hit the
third in the throat causing him to collapse, gasping for air. In what
seemed to be the same movement the feminised man spun round and kicked
his driver between the legs, bending over and taking the keys to the
car they arrived in from the prone man's pocket.
"Who the hell have you got their Sam?" Steve shouted at the woman while
nursing a small finger that had caught on one of the men's leather
belts that he had accidentally hit, dislocating it.
"Will you drive or shall I Sam?" Mark looked round to see if anyone
else wanted to try to take him down. No one did.
"I'll drive," she told him, not willing to stick around to face the
displeasure of her friends and even less that of Steve and his minder.
She pulled her own keys out of her wallet and they both got into the
car, leaving a number of groaning or unconscious men laying on the
pavement and a number of others spilling out of the pub to see what was
going on.
"Where did you learn to do that Mark?" Sam asked as she pulled away
from the kerb.
"I picked it up," replied Mark, making it clear that the subject was
closed.
They drove for some time in silence, until Sam decided that an apology
was the only thing that was going to save her from a beating herself,
and she made it clear that she didn't want that to happen.
"I won't hurt you Sam, I really don't like hurting anyone but
occasionally I'm forced into it."
She drove him back to the house he had been taken to be made over,
where his clothes still were and she helped him remove his make up and
the silicone breasts. Once that was done she drove him to his home.
"I'm sorry Mark, I owe you an apology, I really thought you were gay
and you're just modest," she told him. "I also need to apologise to my
sister, I can't think of anyone that could look after her better than
you."
The following night he took Sue out, but she just asked him to drive to
a local beauty spot and park. It was an area at the top of a hill
looking out over the low laying moors.
"Sam told me what happened last night. She told me that she'd never
been so wrong about someone in her life.
"Have you had a very violent background?"
"No, but I've had to learn how to defend myself and others if they're
being attacked through no fault of their own."
"What part of the army were you in?"
"It was somewhere that I don't want anyone to know, but you have the
right. I was in the Regiment."
"You told me that, what Regiment?" She was puzzled.
"Sorry, we always just call the Special Air Service Regiment just
that."
"The Special Air..." She suddenly understood. "That's the SAS?"
"Yes."
It was then she understood.
They had been married for five years and had one child with another on
the way when she was spring cleaning the drawers in the bedroom. At
the back of one she came across a plain box, one she thought might
contain a pendant, but when she opened it there was just a medal
inside. It was heavy for its size, a dull greyish brown cross with a
lion on a crown pictured on it and the words 'For Valour' under the
design, attached to a dull red ribbon.
On the back it was plain, until she noticed that the bar joining the
ribbon to the medal had Mark's name with his rank as Captain and some
other numbers and letters engraved on it. At first she thought it was
just a service medal, but something made her Google it later in the
day. There she discovered that it was a Victoria Cross, one of less
than fourteen hundred that had been awarded ever since Queen Victoria
was on the throne, the highest decoration the country could give a
soldier.
It was at that moment Sue finally understood the man she had married
and couldn't have been more proud of him.
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