Oscar MeyersChapter 30
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The Colonel, the Major, and two of the Captains stood in a relaxed manner in the command center looking at Oscar. Georgia wasn’t present for a change and they actually missed her. Oscar smiled at the four and said, “Congratulations, you’ve passed.”
The Colonel laughed and said, “Best training program I’ve ever experienced. You drove me fucking crazy.”
Oscar nodded and asked, “Well, do you guys want to discuss what you learned here?”
The Major answered, “They don’t fight by the rules.”
One of the captains answered, “You have to engage them by stealth.”
The other captain added, “You aren’t going to have a classical engagement.”
The Colonel said, “It is a solitary activity that is achieved opportunistically.”
The Major added, “You can’t advertise what you are doing in any fashion. If you want to go west, head south first.”
The second captain said, “You won’t spot them directly. You have to watch the environment around them to locate them.”
The other captain said, “You have to take advantage of everything around you.”
Oscar nodded and answered, “You have learned your lessons well.”
Oscar knocked on the wall behind him. Georgia came out with a tray of glasses, a bottle of whiskey, and a glass bucket of ice. She was wearing a dress for the first time since arriving at camp. She smiled at the men and said, “We thought you might enjoy a celebratory drink before getting shipped out.”
She set the tray on the desk and stepped back. The men gathered and prepared a small whiskey each. Oscar prepared two, one for Georgia and one for himself. He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to the first graduating class of desert warfare specialists.”
The men drank their drinks and chatted amiably. The Colonel said, “I must say that you look quite fetching in a dress. If I had seen you in that the first day, I’d still be underestimating you today.”
Georgia laughed and glanced at Oscar. With a grin, he said, “We’ll keep that in mind for the next group.”
The Major laughed. He said, “I watched the new guys this morning getting ready for their first hunt. They made all the same mistakes that we made.”
Oscar smiled and answered, “Yes they did.”
“Were we that transparent?”
Georgia answered, “Yes.”
The four men shook their heads. They had learned an entirely new way of fighting. It was one in which two men together quadrupled their chances of getting killed. A single moment of impatience was enough to get you killed. They understood their enemy now and that understanding disgusted their moral sense. The normal discipline of military life had been altered in very subtle ways.
Oscar watched them leave with a very real sense of loss. He was going to miss them. They had become much more self-reliant over the past three months. He looked out the window of his office and sighed. Georgia said, “You miss them already.”
He looked back at her and laughed. He said, “You know me too well.”
She looked out the window and said, “She’ll be here soon. Are you still going to go through with it?”
Oscar nodded and replied, “Yes, I am. She thinks she’s coming here to take over the camp. She doesn’t know that she’s about to be put in charge of the men we are training once they graduate.”
She frowned and looked at him. She said, “You’re really going to do it.”
“Yes, I am. You’re not jealous are you?”
“A little.” She didn’t want to admit that the idea of another woman seeing him naked was a problem for her.
“Don’t worry. She’s not going to enjoy a moment of it,” replied Oscar. He smiled and added, “Of course, George might.”
She laughed and carried the tray with the dirty glasses back into their room. Oscar followed her in and stripped out of his clothes. She looked at him and, with a twinkle in her eye, said, “Maybe I should give you a blowjob so that you don’t get excited when she gets here.”
He laughed and replied, “Just think of the fun we’ll have afterwards.”
She sighed and went into the office to wait for Colonel Lettieri to arrive. She started reading one of the books he had lying around the office. She didn’t bother to look up when the door opened until she had finished the page. In the meantime, there was the sound of a duffel bag hitting the floor. She looked up at the woman standing in front of her. The woman was dressed in her formal uniform just as Oscar had predicted. Georgia suggested, “Get undressed and put those fatigues on before he comes in.”
The woman stood up straight and examined the woman at the desk. She was wearing civilian clothing. She asked, “Who are you? I don’t take orders from civilians.”
Georgia looked up at the woman through her eyelashes. There was a slight smile on her face as she answered, “I’m your best friend on this base. It wasn’t an order, just a suggestion. He’s not going to like seeing you dressed in formal gear.”
Colonel Lettieri frowned and said, “When I need a friend I’ll find one. Now get him out here so that I can take over command.”
Georgia smiled as she reached back and knocked on the wall. Oscar, completely naked, stepped out of the bedroom and walked straight to Colonel Lettieri. She stared at him open mouthed, completely taken by surprise by his lack of clothes. Oscar stopped a foot away from her and stared her in the eye. He shouted like a drill Sergeant right in her face, “You are not properly attired for a war zone. Strip and get into your fatigues, right now!”
She shouted back, “You are out of line. Get dressed and come back when you are decent. I’m taking over this command right now.”
He shouted back at her, “You get command when I say you get command. Until then, you serve under me. Now strip!”
She shouted back, “Not according to my orders.”
He smiled at her with a very wicked look in his eyes and said, “Read those orders again, Colonel.”
She pulled her orders out and started reading. He interrupted, “Third page, fourth paragraph.”
She turned to the page and read the paragraph. The color drained out of her face as she realized that she was commander only in name. He retained all basic powers over training and personnel on the base. Her job was to see that his orders were obeyed. Her voice faltered as she said, “Yes sir.”
He stated, “Strip and put on those fatigues. Then I’ll get dressed.”
He stepped back and watched her. Georgia stepped from the room and returned with his red robe. Colonel Lettieri argued, “I do not have to get undressed in front of you.”
He walked over to the door and leaned against it. Her eyes flicked down to his cock, but she retained control and didn’t stare. However, it did take a moment for her emotions to recover. He said, “If I were military, that would be true. However, I’m a civilian. I pretty much do what I want. You’re stripping and changing clothes, right now. We are not leaving until you are properly dressed.”
She removed her dress shirt and put on the fatigue shirt. She turned so that her back was turned to him. Oscar winked at Georgia. Stepping out of her dress shoes, she then undid her dress skirt and pulled on the pants over the pantyhose she wore. She put on the socks and boots. Her underwear had been hidden by the tails of her shirt. She had done the change without exposing herself to his view. Georgia was impressed, but knew that in about thirty minutes the woman would be burning up in the heat wearing both fatigues and pantyhose.
The Colonel turned and stood there staring at him. Her eyes never left his face in a direct challenge to his authority. He walked over to Georgia and put his robe on. It wasn’t until she had seen the robe, that she understood she was dealing with a Druid. She had been told there was a civilian in charge here and that she would be relieving him in due course. She cried out, “You are a Druid!”
He laughed and answered, “So it appears.”
She turned to Georgia and asked, “Are you one too?”
Georgia laughed and answered, “No, but my sister is. I’m here to torture the trainee’s. Nothing is worse than getting shot by woman civilian.”
Oscar went over to the wall and pulled down two rifles and a two pistols. He handed them over to her and said, “Here are your weapons. I’ll let Major Adams teach you how to use them. Pick out the holsters and straps that you want over at the supply tent.”
She looked at the weapons with a raised eyebrow and put them down next to her gear. Oscar returned to the door and opened it. He said, “The training necessary for you to get your command starts in three sunrises from now. Follow me and I’ll take you to your quarters.”
Colonel Lettieri sheepishly followed him outside. She was trying to carry a duffel bag and juggle four weapons at the same time. He didn’t bother to help her, she was responsible for her own gear. He wouldn’t have helped a man and didn’t want to offend her by treating her special. He opened the flap on the tent and said, “Here you go. Put your gear in here and I’ll introduce you to the others that have been training.”
She looked inside and wisely decided not to argue. She dropped her stuff at the base of the cot and came out of the tent. He looked at her and said, “Pick up a weapon. You don’t go unarmed, around here.”
She looked at him and asked, “Why?”
He pulled a pistol from his robe pocket and shot her with a paintball. He answered, “That’s why.”
She looked down at the red splotch on her fatigues and then glared at him. She asked, “Why did you do that?”
He smiled, “Because you were unarmed and I could.”
She went back and got a rifle. She looked at him and asked, “Satisfied now?”
“Yes.” He stepped to the next tent over and called in, “Major, I need your assistance for a moment.”
The Major came out and stood sullenly in front of the tent, still smarting from the events of his morning training. Colonel Lettieri looked at the man and said, “I am a superior officer. You are supposed to salute me.”
The Major’s eyes flicked over at Oscar. Oscar smiled and nodded back at him. The man executed a crisp salute to the Colonel. Oscar shot the Colonel with another paintball. The Colonel turned on him furious and asked, “What are you doing?”
Oscar smiled and replied, “I’m taking out a high ranking officer. His salute identified your rank to me and I shot you.”
She glared at Oscar, infuriated by the man. She shouted, “We are in camp.”
He laughed at how meaningless that statement was and said, “Major, get her caught up on your training. Review the events of this morning with her. Keep it factual, though. Show her how to use the guns over at the target range. Remember, no one is to talk about the lessons learned with anyone.”
He turned and left. The two stood watching him leave, glaring at his back. He was not a particularly popular man with either of them at the moment. As the Colonel raised her gun to shoot him in the back, he called over his shoulder, “Now, now. You’re already dead so it won’t count.”
The two captains that were repeating the course, came out of their tents and walked over to the other two. One of the captains said, “Don’t worry. He’s crazy. We’ve been through the training program once and didn’t learn anything.”
The Colonel turned to them and replied, “Four of your group passed.”
“Yeah, but they started acting just as crazy as him,” replied the second. He added, “They dumped us and we had to act on our own.”
Inside the command center, Georgia was watching the activities outdoors. When Oscar returned to the room she burst out laughing. She had seen the Colonel aim at his back and the look of shock on her face when he had called back to her. He looked at her and tried to keep a serious face, but it was too difficult. He laughed and said, “That went well.”
She said, “I better go out there and calm her down.”
Oscar countered, “She said she’ll pick her own friends. Let her realize that she needs one that’s going to be around here for a long time. She’s got the Special Forces training to get through and then the regular army training. She’s got no idea what’s going to happen to her over the next few months.”
She looked outside at the group that was still standing around talking. She shook her head and frowned as a strange thought crossed her mind. She looked over at Oscar and said, “She wasn’t that impressed by your cock. She hardly looked at it.”
“Are you upset?”
Surprised at herself, she realized that she was very upset. She frowned and answered, “Yes, I am. She should have seen your monster cock and wanted it for herself.”
Oscar laughed and replied, “You’re not jealous. You’re pissed that she’s not jealous of you.”
She grinned over at him and said, “Yes I am. I’m the proud user of the best cock in this country. She should be jealous if she’s any kind of woman at all.”
He looked over at her with a grin on his face. He said, “Why don’t we go in the bedroom and you can show me what she should want to do with my cock?”
Georgia giggled and walked into the bedroom shedding her clothes. He followed behind her shedding his robe. His cock was already getting erect. She had a wonderful time showing him what the Colonel should have wanted to do with his cock. Needless to say, he enjoyed the demonstration as well.
The group of six made their way out of camp half an hour before sunrise. The two captains that were repeating the course realized that this wasn’t going to work. It hadn’t worked the first time they had tried it and it wouldn’t work this time. They started arguing with the Colonel telling her that they had to do something different. The Colonel, finally tired of the argument, ordered them to come along. They got four hundred yards out of the camp and stopped to watch the sunrise. The arguments had put them well behind schedule.
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Oscar woke up in his dorm room and stretched. It was his birthday and he wondered what the women were going to do to celebrate it. He didn’t really enjoy his birthday and just hoped that he’d get through it. He glanced over at Sandy. She was awake and watching him. Holding up an MRE, Sandy asked, “Not going to wait around for breakfast in bed?” Oscar groaned at the sight of the MRE. Nearly every woman in the school had heard about his attempt to serve Debbie breakfast in bed for her...
Carrying a rather large piece of luggage, Oscar strolled down the hallway as if he owned the hotel. The hallway was basically bare; painted in a dull white. Every thirty feet, the walls were broken by pairs of doors that faced an identical pair of doors on the other side of the hallway. The floor was covered with a commercial carpet intended to be unnoticed while hiding stains and dampening noise. After walking more than half the length of the hallway, Oscar arrived at his room. He checked...
Debbie looked at the hole in the ground. This was not just a little hole in the ground. There was a building carved out of rock right in the middle of the hole. The building was two stories tall and carved into the shape of a cross. Awed by the amount of work that it must have taken to carve the building out of the surrounding rock, she said, “This church is carved from the rock.” “That’s right. This is the famous Bet Giorgis church of Lalibela. It was carved about nine hundred years ago...
Standing beside a Russian truck, a very anxious Debbie waited for her husband and wife to arrive. The barren lifeless environment only fed her anxiety. It was hard to believe how desolate the area looked. Draught had cracked the hard ground into little bricks with inch wide cracks. Despite the sun in the sky, the air was chill. She turned to the Major who was seated on the hood of the truck and asked, "Are you sure this is the right place?" "Very sure," the Major answered with a yawn. He...
While many of the people in Turkey are Muslim, the ‘democratic’ government of Turkey was secular. This meant that politicians had to run for election periodically and worked hard to preserve their reputations. On the world stage, and inside Turkey because of the current activities associated with the earthquake, few organizations had the news capital of the Fusion Foundation. As head of the Fusion Foundation, the doors of the Turkish government opened for Ed Biggers. Followed by members of...
Beth Carter, carrying a stack of papers, walked through the halls of the college in which she had spent a considerable percentage of her childhood. Every hall, every room, and every piece of decor brought back memories. The majority of memories were good, but there were also memories associated with the loss of her father. She was headed towards the first year dining room smiling at the thought of her destination. Her grandfather, the Reverend Leroy Jones, always insisted on meeting people...
An old man picking up trash and putting it into a bag noticed Oscar standing in front of the Golden Gate. Wearing the cloak and robe while carrying a staff, Oscar looked like a character straight out of the Torah. He stared at Oscar wondering what he was doing at the Golden Gate. Considering the current religious climate, the old man was halfway convinced that Oscar was going to march into Jerusalem after breaking down the wall that had been built to render the gate useless. He held his...
The Church of St John the Baptist is one of the oldest churches in Jerusalem. It was the site of the founding of the Knights of the Hospital of St. John. The order of knights, better known by the name of Hospitallers, was established to provide health care for poor and sick pilgrims to the Holy Land in 1080 AD. It was here that the Reverend Leroy Jones spent the night in prayer. Founded in 1200, the Ramban Synagogue was the first Jewish presence in Jerusalem’s Old City after the exile of...
Turning at the end of the private road leading from the Druid College, Oscar jogged down the county road trying to burn off some excess energy. While robes were a unique fashion statement that set the Druids apart from everyone else, they were not designed to facilitate jogging while wearing them. He had his robes held up by a belt so that the hem was only to his knees. It looked ridiculous and he knew it, but he didn’t really care. A car pulled up beside him honking the horn. He looked over...
Feeling like the whole world was his oyster, Oscar walked across the road towards the school. He felt great. After spending a nice quiet night with Georgia, he had a very pleasurable morning romp with her. It was a rare occasion when he had a chance to spend the night with Georgia alone. He spent many more nights alone with Debbie than with Georgia. He didn’t begrudge a single night alone with Debbie, but it was great to spend the night with Georgia. It was a glorious day and that just added...
The image that we have of a hero is of a muscle-bound man who can carry three victims in one arm while firing a machine gun with the other. The word hero makes us think of a man with a strong chin, chiseled features, and steely eyes. Sure, some heroes are the big strong manly types such as described in stories and portrayed in movies. Of course, we also think that heroines are attractive hard-body types who have studied martial arts their whole lives. From the media presentation of heroic...
Oscar sat on the top of the truck drinking a hot cup of cocoa and looking around at his surroundings. He was in an isolated area surrounded by blinding white snow that hurt his eyes. The snow softened the landscape; turning hard edges into flowing curves. Behind the truck, tracks led back to the small village Oscar had left a half an hour earlier. He thought back to his visit there earlier. The village had less then three hundred people living in it. Most were old; the majority of the young...
Riding in the limousine from the airport was a first for David Bear Claw. He couldn’t believe the luxury afforded students of the Druid College. Even Ohola U Tiwahe was quiet during the drive. Oscar, Georgia, and Debbie were watching the reactions of the guests. Oscar and Debbie found their reactions understandable while Georgia was amused. Finally, Oscar said, “They sent the limousine because Ohola U Tiwahe is an honored guest.” David asked, “Do you mean that they don’t normally have a...
Saudi Arabia is officially listed as the fourteenth largest country geographically. It controls an incredible amount of oil, but after the invention of the Fusion Cell by John Carter that meant little in terms of the international market. Prior to the invention of the Fusion Cell, oil accounted for nearly sixty percent of its gross national product. Afterwards, oil accounted for only ten percent of the gross national product. It was not that other sectors stepped up to the economic plate, but...
Mohammed directed Oscar through the small town, pointing to the coffee house as the most likely place to find someone who would be interested in purchasing the Mercedes. It wasn’t as though there was a car dealership in the area. Oscar stopped the car in front of the small building and looked around the area. The place was clearly not a chain coffee house based in Seattle. The front of the building was open to the street. Chairs lined one wall with small tables set in front of them. The...
The Reverend Leroy Jones sat on a heavy duty camp chair drinking a cup of Arabian coffee. The thick sweet liquid was strong, but the cup was tiny. The bottom of the cup was filled with finely ground particles of coffee bean. In all, there were about four sips of coffee in the cup. Shaking his head, he wished that he had a cup of American coffee. Sighing, he said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this coffee.” “I have never gotten used to the weak swill that you Americans call coffee,”...
My plane left Paris an hour late. It was a nonstop, night flight to New York. We were on hold, apparently, for some late VIP's important enough to hold up an entire flight and screw up schedules. However, I wasn't particularly disturbed as I was in no real hurry. I also had plenty to do on my laptop, so the time passed fairly quickly for me. My seat was next to the window just two rows back from the front entrance. A bustle of activity heralded the presence of our late arrivals. One...