A life course (9)
9. So love...
Although I no longer saw women as delicate creatures to be treated with the greatest respect, but, after all I had been through, as relentless hunters who do not rest until they have bitten their prey, I did not see them as utensils either.
I already said that I am serially monogamous by nature, but besides, I still had the frightening example of my friend-colleague fresh in my memory. Two darlings one day, none the next.
So there was no choice but to make the choice… not just between two women, but also between pure sex and romantic love. One was married and hummed happily to me that she only wanted sex and not love, the other was a young girl who only wanted love but no sex because she wanted to tie the knot as a virgin...
I opted for the second...and that sex wasn't too bad...just about anything was possible during the weekends we were together, except penetration...but given my oral preference, that was a minor problem.
It was unexpectedly not so bad with Jeannine... instead of feeling aggrieved, rejected, she wished me the best of luck, because she knew just like me that a close relationship was not possible... after all, discovery would inevitably lead to mutation to the most distant garrisons... ranks and standings had to be respected.
We took it easy on what men and women usually do when they are BDSM adepts, but that came to an abrupt end after a couple of months... Not by me or Jeannine but by Michele's dad. He saw that the courtship was serious but did not see his daughter leave for Germany just yet, so he intervened. With his relations at the General Staff in Brussels, his goal was achieved after a few coffees and, uh... several other drinks. Literally between pot and pint, an officer who was not yet ready for mutation was mutated against all the usual, without a word of explanation of course, a general order must be carried out without "how and why".
I myself only learned of it when I was immediately summoned to the Corps commander for no apparent reason.
The look and attitude of the personnel director (S1 for those in the know) already spoke volumes, confusion, incomprehension and even a touch of pity. Rightly so it turned out. There was a real court-martial going on in the corps commander's office... the second in command and the corps adjutant stood stunned, and the only person sitting (behind his desk, not in the sitting area as usual at staff meetings) was a red-hot corps commander who immediately snapped at me, even before I could give a dignified greeting: “What is that here” (not a question, but an exclamation) while waving a message violently.
When I truthfully replied that I didn't know, it exploded. I was a coward, a scoundrel, I had unwittingly requested mutation through connections to the General Staff, flipped multiple command levels, compromised the unit's operational value... you name it, all Israel's sins plus a dozen more on top... finally I learned that I would mutate to Ghent within 14 days. The Armed Forces Command in Germany also knew nothing about it and was now hastily looking for a replacement for me because normally changes were planned and announced months in advance.
I was really stunned, was allowed to say what I wanted... nobody believed me... and I flew out of the Corps commander's office... we would never be okay again... Even the S1 and the corps adjutant, traditional drinking brothers of mine, while we were trying to convert the consternation into policy adjustments, asked me how on earth I could have done such a thing... luckily they were fine with me after a few days.
A very confused, but fortunately short, time began. Michelle knew nothing about it, the staff looked at me either admiringly or dismissively but always bewildered, friends wanted explanations that I could not give them, the move from Germany to Belgium had to be arranged and I had to hand over my services to a successor who was not yet known ...only three days before my departure he appeared, far from happy because his life had also been turned upside down.
The only one who almost smiled was Jeannine... she just said "I want a c***d from you as a goodbye, now you can't refuse me anymore..." Whether that was the case I'll leave it up to you, but it helped certainly not to silence the gossip when she called him Eric some nine months later.
In Ghent they weren't very enthusiastic about my arrival either. It was out of the question that an officer would transfer to that distant Germany because I needed to be in Ghent... that they resolve it there... you see the reactions... so I was received there with the necessary suspicion (the eye of the General Staff), envy (he just sorts out his own career) and reverence (it's better to keep him as a friend ). Oh well, everything passes, this too, after a few months I was back to my normal life and I could continue working on my future...
Tip for the younger reader:
also look at the relationships of the parents if you want to have sex with a girl... it will save you surprises.
Although I no longer saw women as delicate creatures to be treated with the greatest respect, but, after all I had been through, as relentless hunters who do not rest until they have bitten their prey, I did not see them as utensils either.
I already said that I am serially monogamous by nature, but besides, I still had the frightening example of my friend-colleague fresh in my memory. Two darlings one day, none the next.
So there was no choice but to make the choice… not just between two women, but also between pure sex and romantic love. One was married and hummed happily to me that she only wanted sex and not love, the other was a young girl who only wanted love but no sex because she wanted to tie the knot as a virgin...
I opted for the second...and that sex wasn't too bad...just about anything was possible during the weekends we were together, except penetration...but given my oral preference, that was a minor problem.
It was unexpectedly not so bad with Jeannine... instead of feeling aggrieved, rejected, she wished me the best of luck, because she knew just like me that a close relationship was not possible... after all, discovery would inevitably lead to mutation to the most distant garrisons... ranks and standings had to be respected.
We took it easy on what men and women usually do when they are BDSM adepts, but that came to an abrupt end after a couple of months... Not by me or Jeannine but by Michele's dad. He saw that the courtship was serious but did not see his daughter leave for Germany just yet, so he intervened. With his relations at the General Staff in Brussels, his goal was achieved after a few coffees and, uh... several other drinks. Literally between pot and pint, an officer who was not yet ready for mutation was mutated against all the usual, without a word of explanation of course, a general order must be carried out without "how and why".
I myself only learned of it when I was immediately summoned to the Corps commander for no apparent reason.
The look and attitude of the personnel director (S1 for those in the know) already spoke volumes, confusion, incomprehension and even a touch of pity. Rightly so it turned out. There was a real court-martial going on in the corps commander's office... the second in command and the corps adjutant stood stunned, and the only person sitting (behind his desk, not in the sitting area as usual at staff meetings) was a red-hot corps commander who immediately snapped at me, even before I could give a dignified greeting: “What is that here” (not a question, but an exclamation) while waving a message violently.
When I truthfully replied that I didn't know, it exploded. I was a coward, a scoundrel, I had unwittingly requested mutation through connections to the General Staff, flipped multiple command levels, compromised the unit's operational value... you name it, all Israel's sins plus a dozen more on top... finally I learned that I would mutate to Ghent within 14 days. The Armed Forces Command in Germany also knew nothing about it and was now hastily looking for a replacement for me because normally changes were planned and announced months in advance.
I was really stunned, was allowed to say what I wanted... nobody believed me... and I flew out of the Corps commander's office... we would never be okay again... Even the S1 and the corps adjutant, traditional drinking brothers of mine, while we were trying to convert the consternation into policy adjustments, asked me how on earth I could have done such a thing... luckily they were fine with me after a few days.
A very confused, but fortunately short, time began. Michelle knew nothing about it, the staff looked at me either admiringly or dismissively but always bewildered, friends wanted explanations that I could not give them, the move from Germany to Belgium had to be arranged and I had to hand over my services to a successor who was not yet known ...only three days before my departure he appeared, far from happy because his life had also been turned upside down.
The only one who almost smiled was Jeannine... she just said "I want a c***d from you as a goodbye, now you can't refuse me anymore..." Whether that was the case I'll leave it up to you, but it helped certainly not to silence the gossip when she called him Eric some nine months later.
In Ghent they weren't very enthusiastic about my arrival either. It was out of the question that an officer would transfer to that distant Germany because I needed to be in Ghent... that they resolve it there... you see the reactions... so I was received there with the necessary suspicion (the eye of the General Staff), envy (he just sorts out his own career) and reverence (it's better to keep him as a friend ). Oh well, everything passes, this too, after a few months I was back to my normal life and I could continue working on my future...
Tip for the younger reader:
also look at the relationships of the parents if you want to have sex with a girl... it will save you surprises.
3 年 前