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Subject: {ASSM} Fogbound Encounter ( Part 6) By Katzmarek (MF, Hist, Rom, Pett )
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Fogbound Encounter 6
By Katzmarek
Author's note
No doubt those acquainted with this part of history will be
puzzled by the inconsistencies with recorded events.
My explanation is simple, I goofed the timeline.
Relying on my memory is not an exact method of writing historical
fiction.
The last airship raid happened on the 19th of September 1917.
Armistice occurred on the 11th of November 1918.
A year seemed a long time to expect Eliza to wait for her Kimi,
especially at 18, which is a lifetime at that age.
Particularly in a city filled with eager young doughboys.
Therefore I have taken extraordinary liberties with the true
events to make them fit the story I wanted to write. 'Mills and
Boon' meets 'Boys Own Adventure' some wag wrote.
Technical details are mostly true, however, at least as I
remember them.
I've not tried to depict other accents. It's just too easy to
make a mess of it. Assume Scots are speaking in a Scottish brogue
and so forth. Think Billy Connolly.
K
Eliza thought Mrs. Smyth must spend her every waking hour baking.
She seemed to pour forth an endless stream of cakes, tarts, flans
and pies, in between batches of biscuits and Scottish muffins.
The pantry was stacked with preserves of every kind as well as
chow chows and chutneys and homemade sauces.
Indeed, it seemed that this corner of Scotland remained untouched
by war, if you ignore the shortage of young men.
The backbone of the regular British army came from areas such as
Strathclyde. Regulars that were almost all now lying somewhere in
Belgium and France. Villages, such as Galston were now devoid of
their able-bodied menfolk and in every second cottage lived a
widow.
The abundant agricultural resources of the area were almost
entirely worked by women. Now, however, slowly being supplemented
by German prisoners of war.
Someone at the Ministry of Farm Production, alarmed at the
shortage of agricultural labour came to the conclusion that there
was thousands of idle POW's sitting around with time on their
hands. Able-bodied men at that.
For the most part, prisoners were only too happy to get out of
their camps for a bit of healthy work. Any thing to change the
daily view of barbed wire and guards.
The Naval POW camp at Galston was for enlisted men. The Officers
were held elsewhere. The men at Galston believed it was so the
Officers could be better treated and it was rumoured that they
enjoyed Cognac and a daily ration of Cigars.
Enlisted men were expected to do manual work, while the Officers
weren't expected to get their hands dirty. An Officer was an
Officer despite what side they were on.
The men at Galston were mostly U-boat crews, with a smattering of
the Hochseeflotte. (Germany's main battle fleet.)
Kimi was disappointed that none of the SMS Wiesbaden's crew was
lodged there. He still held out hope that his Father may have
survived. Alas, there were none. There were plenty of men from
the light forces, though, Destroyers and Light Cruisers and a few
from the SMS Blucher, the Armoured Cruiser demolished at Dogger
Bank.
Indeed the tattered cap legends read like a memorial to the
famous ships that fought, and were defeated by the Royal Navy.
SMS Scharnhorst, SMS Elbing, SMS Emden the famous raider finally
hunted down and destroyed off the Cocos/ Keeling islands in the
Indian ocean. SMS Koln, SMS Karlsruhe caught up the Rufiji River
in East Africa. SMS Dresden, SMS Berlin scuttled off Tierra del
Fuego after the Falklands and the armed Hamburg-Amerika liner SMS
Cap Trafalgar sunk in the South Atlantic by the more heavily
armed Cunard liner HMS Carpathia, which was set on fire.
They all had heard of the Spartakist revolt in Berlin, the mutiny
of the fleet and the raising of the red flag over some of its
best units. News came of food riots, arrests and demonstrations.
It all disturbed and demoralised them. The war was coming to a
close but few had any idea what they would be going back to.
Kimi knew his shipmates were gone, indeed most of the Nordenham
flotilla was destroyed. L70's sister ship, the L71 still existed
and some that didn't take part in the ill-fated attack were left,
but many of their more experienced crewmen had been drafted into
the assaulting ships. The Airship Service never recovered from
the loss of these personnel.
In France, the Marne battle had petered out and the
'Schturmstaffeln' (Storm Units) with their 'Bergmann' submachine
guns had been driven back to their previous positions, and
beyond. The big American infantry brigades had put victory beyond
Germany's reach.
Warrant Officer Jock Smyth approached Kimi as he paraded one
morning for assignment.
"Kasemann," he bellowed, "step out!"
The two U-boat men on either side of him seem to shrink away a
little as Kimi jumped forward in a brisk step.
"You're assigned to me! Fall in! I have work in the village for
you."
This was not unexpected, as he was nearly always required to
work, either in the bicycle shop or the motor garage.
"There's a couple of tractors for you today, Kimi lad, and a
motor lorry that's broken an axle," the WO said as they passed
the disinterested guards, "I think it'll need a bit of welding
up. That should take you all day. I'll send your lunch over to
you."
"Will Mrs. Smyth be making it?" Kimi asked.
"Aye, venison pie, she made. From the Laird's estate I don't
doubt. Generous to a fault, the Laird."
"Do you mean a deer broke its leg near the highway again?"
"Now lad, I won't hear that kind of talk," said the WO,
grinning.
They arrived at the garage and Kimi looked over the work he had
to do. The two tractors both had engine problems and then there
was that blasted lorry. He decided to work on the tractors
first.
The Fordson appeared to have dropped a valve, the McCormack a
simple ignition problem. He started work on the latter.
Although he was supposed to have a guard, the WO disappeared.
Probably to have 'a dram or 3' at the local tavern, he supposed.
Kimi liked to work alone and he liked the little garage. The
arrangement suited him fine.
Later, in the office of Colonel Monroe, camp commandant, Jock
Smyth was giving the Colonel a brown parcel.
"You'll get caught one of these days, Jock. You're too damn
clever for your own good," the Colonel told him.
"Oh leave off Andy, you'd be no stranger to a moonlit hunt,
yourself."
"Ah well, I was a bit younger in those days, Jock. This is no
game for an old buzzard like you! Y'know the old boy wouldn't be
above filling your arse with birdshot."
"Aye, but I can still skip like a young buck when I have to, and
the old Laird's aim is not what it was. I can give the venison to
the cook for the Huns if your conscience is troubling you."
"No, no. That's all right. I won't trouble you to walk all that
way back to camp."
"Now, there's just one favour I want to ask, a little one."
"Jock!"
"A very little one, COLONEL Monroe... sir," the WO leaned
closer.
"What would you be after?"
"Well you know the village has been without a mechanic for quite
some time. Ever since Jimmy Lauchlan joined up. Y'know he went
down in the Invincible?"
"Yes, of course I know. What is your point, Jock?"
"Well I know this young lad..."
Back at the garage, Kimi had completed the work on the tractors
by lunchtime. He was eagerly waiting for Mrs. Smyth to deliver
his lunch. Mrs. Smyth's lunches were one of the better perks of
the job.
Right on schedule, around noon there was a knock on the door.
Kimi was in the back, washing up and called for Mrs. Smyth to
come on in.
Instead of the WO's wife's Scottish accent he was answered by a
different voice with all too familiar home-counties vowels.
"Kimi, is that you?"
Kimi rushed out of the little washroom, his hands dripping with
soapsuds, to find the shocked face of his Eliza before him.
Soundless he moved to her and wrapped his arms around her. Still
too surprised to speak, Eliza buried her face in Kimi's shoulder
and held him.
"I didn't think... oh god... I... " She tripped over her words.
"Eliza... when did... I mean... I didn't know..." Kimi replied.
Kimi lifted up Eliza's face and kissed her, at first uncertainly
but then with increasing confidence and passion.
"Now you wouldn't be fraternising with an enemy, would you
Eliza?" came the voice of Mrs. Smyth.
The two lovers flew apart as if electrocuted. Mrs. Smyth bellowed
with laughter.
"You two..." she shook her head, "don't forget your pie, Kimi.
Eat it before it gets cold."
"You knew he..." Eliza started to tell the older woman.
"Of course I did. Now you won't breathe a word now, will you? And
don't take Kimi away from his work."
"Of course not."
"Good, well I'll be running along now. I've got some calls to
make. I'll be back in an hour," she told Eliza.
After Mrs. Smyth left, Kimi and Eliza resumed kissing. In the
office at the back of the garage there was a desk and chair and
Kimi sat down and pulled Eliza into his lap.
Eliza's eyes became moist with tears as she told Kimi she'd
thought he'd been lost with the L68. She told him about the
reports in the newspaper claiming the whole flotilla had been
destroyed.
Kimi told her about his adventures after the Chief had thrown him
out when the stern of L68 had hit the ground. He said he couldn't
remember much of the fall but told her of the farmers, the bull
and the old Police Sergeant. Kimi giggled when he told her of the
pursuit of the bull across the paddock, and his falling into the
cowpats.
She, in turn, described her life at the hospital, the various
patients and her room at the top of the stairs.
"That Rosy," she said, "She has so many boyfriends, I don't know
how she keeps track of them."
Kimi brushed away and errant lock that fell across her face.
"So how many boyfriends have you had?" he asked.
"None, silly... I mean... just one... all this time. And I'm
sitting on his knee."
They kissed some more. Kimi flicked her teeth with the tip of his
tongue and she answered him by parting them a fraction. Kimi
pushed his tongue past to seek out hers.
"Mmm... Mmm," she parted, "where did you learn to kiss like that?
That's what Rosy does."
"They call it French kissing," he explained, " you don't have
much to talk about in the barracks except girls... and what you
do."
"Did you talk about me?"
"I told my Chief. He said I should have stayed in England with
you," he blushed.
"A clever man, your Chief," she told him, "was he in..." she left
the question unasked as she saw Kimi slowly nod his head. "Oh,
I'm sorry."
They were silent for a minute. Kimi broke it by asking,
"So, what were you doing spying on this Rosy and herboyfriend?"
"I wasn't spying!" she batted him, "they were doing it
everywhere. You couldn't help but see them."
"Doing it?" Kimi asked suggestively.
"No, Not that! I mean... kissing and stuff... they would go up to
her room for... Y'know?"
"No I don't" Kimi teased.
"Yes you do," she said batting him again, "Y'know... what men and
women do... when they're married."
"Or, by the sounds of your Rosy, when they want to be," replied
Kimi.
"The thing is," she said, "I don't really think she wanted any of
them. She just liked having a good time with them, Having them
spend their money on her, buy her things, and she'd, like, pay
them back by... by... Y'know... letting them... have her."
"Have her what?" Kimi asked, still teasing.
"Oh ha ha. You know what I mean. She'd let them sleep withher."
"Oh sleep, you mean, Like what we did on the schooner."
"We didn't do that! You're making me blush!"
"It makes you look more beautiful, if that's possible."
Kimi brought her face down for another kiss. This time she opened
her mouth willingly, accepting his tongue, and the kissing grew
in intensity. Eliza squirmed a little in his lap and he could
feel the cheeks of her bottom on his, now, stiff member. He
wanted to explore every inch of her body. Parting, he looked into
her dewy eyes and told her he loved her. Stroking his face she
said,
"I love you too. I wish we didn't have to wait... I wish you
didn't have to go away. I want to be yours."
"You are, and I am yours too. I want to be together with you,
always. I... I want to wake up every morning with my arms around
you. I... I want to share... every piece of you..."
"Yes... I want... Oh Kimi... I've made you... oh, I'm sorry," she
told him.
"Made me what?" he asked.
Shifting her weight on him she said,
"Your... thing... down there," she pointed at his trousers and
giggled.
"You excite me, that's all," he said.
"Oh Kimi!" she replied, caressing his chest, "you do too... me,
of course."
Eliza allowed Kimi to place his hand over her small breast.
"You don't mind, that... they're small. Not like Rosy's... the
soldiers seem to like hers... I mean, they stare at them... even
when I'm there."
"Sounds an interesting woman, this Rosy," Kimi teased.
"She's too easy," she blurted out, "I mean, she lets men go too
far... that's what I think, anyhow."
"So how far would you go?" Kimi asked her.
"That depends, doesn't it?"
"On what?" "On the man... If he's nice... I might... let him do
things," she answered coyly.
"What things?"
"I might let him kiss me..." she kissed him again. "And touch me
in... places."
"What places?" Kimi asked her, thickly.
"You have to find out," she teased.
Kimi pushed his hand under her Arran sweater. He whispered,
"Here?"
"Maybe."
Kimi cupped her breast once more. This time, a lot more
intimately because, he realised, she did not wear a bra. They
fiercely kissed, once more.
Kimi caressed her with his fingertips, kneading and stroking and
rubbing her little button nipples with his thumb. Kimi felt them
swelling, becoming harder to his touch. Eliza adjusted herself in
his lap which, didn't make his own swelling die down.
Moving his hand, he felt the buttons of her shirt and tried
undoing one.
"I don't... think... you should...oh Kimi!" She panted.
Kimi worked about three buttons undone and inched his hand
inside. At the skin contact, Eliza gave a little start. Kimi
slipped his hand over her warm, sweaty breast and felt the rigid
nipple drag across his palm. He squeezed it between his fingers
to be answered by a shudder from Eliza.
Kimi's mouth was dry and his body felt flushed. His cock throbbed
uncomfortably in the confines of his trousers. Each slight shift
of Eliza's bottom communicated itself directly to the lust centre
in his brain.
After another bout of kissing, he looked at her and whispered,
"Where else?"
"We can't," she panted, "not here... Mrs. Smyth..."
"Let me feel you... down there... quickly... please," he said,
urgently, tugging at her full skirt.
"No! I cant... wait... oh... be quick, please! Just one touch."
Kimi pulled her skirt up to her knees and pushed his hand under
the material. Reacting to her request for urgency, he pushed
quickly past the leg of her bloomers to the valley between her
thighs. Eliza parted her legs slightly as Kimi began to rub and
explore her crotch. Kimi took her hand and wedged it under her,
on the front of his trousers. As if stung, she shot to herfeet.
"Kimi! What kind of girl do you think I am?" she demanded
angrily, pulling down her sweater. "Is that all you want? Just
for me to lie with you?"
"Eliza I..."
"I trusted you... how could..." she said, tearfully running out
of the garage.
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