Call of Duty – 1

Call of Duty

Part 1 of 3 parts

I am a Military Officer in the Australian Defence Force and on Friday last week I was on duty when a call came in from a young soldier on the other side of Australia. He was supposed to come home on the weekend but due to a motor vehicle accident would be delayed by a couple of days and he wanted to know if someone could go to his mother’s house and tell her that he was OK. He had tried to ring but got no answer.

He gave his mother’s name and address to the on-duty soldier who then gave it to me. I noticed that the address was not far out of the way from my way home so I decided that I would hand deliver the message so that his mother wouldn’t be worried when he didn’t turn up.

After finishing my duty, I took off and headed home via the address given and arrived at the house around 6:30 pm, parked the car and walked up to the front door. I was wearing my best summer uniform with my ribbon bars on my shirt and highly polished shoes. At 27 years of age and with 10 years in the military I was quite fit and some people even said handsome in a rugged sort of way but what would I know!

I knocked on the door and after a couple of seconds it was opened by a rather young looking, but very attractive woman, she obviously wasn’t the soldiers mother that was sure, but I was wrong. She was wearing a pair of white jeans and a red top that fitted her perfectly. When she saw me, she went as white as a ghost and I had to tell her that nothing was wrong, that I was just delivering a message from her brother. She started to laugh and said that it was her son and that she was 47 years old, I told her that she didn’t look it and she invited me in to give her the message.

After I introduced myself I told her the message she was quite relieved and told me her name was Marlene and that she was about to open a bottle of wine and would I like a glass, if I wasn’t going anywhere else. I said no, I was just on my way home and didn’t have to be anywhere in a hurry and that I would like a glass of wine if it wasn’t too much trouble.

We had been chatting for a while about her son when the front door opened and in walked a younger but spitting image of Marlene. I must have had a look of total surprise on my face as Marlene laughed and introduced her daughter Dannielle who was a 21 years old law student. Dannielle said hello and put a number of bags on the kitchen bench. The bags were from high class retailers so she had obviously been on a shopping spree.

Marlene asked what she had purchased and Dannielle started to show her mother what she had bought which consisted mainly of slinky gear that was very sexy. Her mother said that they looked really nice but she wanted to see them on her and asked her to model them for her.