LISA
A story of a broken soldier girl who found a surfie dude who put her together again. As usual, all characters are over the age of 18 and the story is pure fiction.
Lisa just could not get the image out of her head. The roadside bomb in Afghanistan wiped out their escort vehicle, a stubby little Land Rover with a crew of three and a rear mounted machine gun. Their APC, following just a few metres behind, escaped serious damage but came to rest on its side in the crater left by the explosion.
Moments later, triumphant shouting and sporadic rifle fire indicated that the locals were closing in for the kill, but unfortunately for them, they were caught in open ground as an American helicopter gunship appeared over the ranges. In just a few deadly seconds, only the sound of the departing chopper filled the air.
Back in Australia two years later, flashbacks continued. Sleep came slowly and was often interrupted by nightmares. Her relationship with Brad, the love of her life when she left for service overseas, had broken down. Although he tried valiantly, he finally could not deal with her violent mood swings and after several attempts to get together again, he moved interstate.
Lisa became a loner, surviving in the city by throwing herself into her work. After her army days she completed studies as a surveyor, thankful now to spend time outdoors where she could deal with her inner demons without constant advice from well-meaning friends.
The day had been warm and Lisa had covered a lot of ground. Her feet and legs ached from the day's exertions so she decided to head for the beach for a twilight swim before dinner. Clad in a tiny bikini, she looked sensational. Her work ensured that she maintained her finely toned physique. A generous mane of copper hair, firm breasts and long, long legs made her a stand out amongst the beachgoers. Hungry male eyes followed her every move. Dropping her towel on the sand, she made her way to the water and with an easy grace, dived in and swam strongly towards the breaker line, caught a wave back to shore and strode confidently back to her towel to relax.
Walking home just after sunset, she felt rather than heard, a presence behind her. Her training heightened her senses to surrounding threats, whatever they might be. Her towel was slung casually around her shoulders. She slowed her pace to allow her follower to overtake. Instead of passing her however, the guy behind grabbed her in a tight bearhug and was about to throw her to the ground when her reflexes kicked in. She dropped down through his arms and spinning around like a break-dancer, kicked upwards with all her might as her shoulders hit the sand. The heels of both feet connected squarely with the attacker's balls with such force that he was lifted bodily in the air. A scream of anguished pain followed and the attacker fell into foetal ball clutching his nether regions and groaning.
Moments later a young surfer appeared, having not only seen the incident, but having phoned the police on his cell as he ran up.
"Police are on the way, Miss," he puffed, helping her back to her feet. "You sure brought him down."
She grinned weakly at his implied compliment. "I should finish the job."
"Probably not a good idea, Miss. He'd probably sue you. Hell, he might sue you anyway."
Their banter continued until a police constable loped down the hill towards them, complaining about the sand intruding into his footwear. The guy on the ground was still groaning and had hardly moved. The kid explained what he had seen, Lisa gave him her account of the action and the copper slipped a pair of handcuffs on the attacker, dragged him to his feet and drove him away.
"We'll need you to come to the station tomorrow to make a report," he said as he left.
"Want me to walk you home?" the kid enquired.
"I think I can take care of myself," she replied frostily, but then smiled at him. "Sure, thanks."
They walked in silence then until she turned to walk into her apartment. "Care to come in for a cup of coffee, my knight in shining armour?" she grinned.
As she handed him a mug of hot coffee a few minutes later, she became acutely aware that she was still clad in her bikini. The kid wore board shorts and a tee shirt. With evening settling in, it was becoming cool. Lisa's nipples responded by protruding hard against the fabric of her bra top.
"You got a name?" she enquired.
"Andy," he volunteered. "Thanks for the coffee."
"Where do you live Andy?"
"Not far from here. About a ten minute walk, is all."
"Well thanks for being there for me tonight. I don't know how I would have got on without you."
"Hell, Miss. I thought you were doing just fine by the time I got there. That poor bastard probably won't ever be able to have kids after you crushed his knackers like that. Where did you learn to do that, anyway?
"It's Lisa, not Miss, and I learned it in the army."
An awkward silence followed as the kid finished his coffee. She reached to take his mug from him and for the first time noticed his delicate hands, his smooth, tanned skin, his sun-bleached hair. The kid was gorgeous.
"How old are you Andy?"
"Just turned twenty five last week," he replied, and then hopefully, "I guess I'm not really in your league."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lisa snapped.
"Oh nothing. It's just that you are older, and sophisticated and beautiful. I could never attract a woman like you."
His eyes were trained on her bikini top, where her nipples were now threatening to drill holes through the fabric. Still grasping the hand that held his mug, she pulled him close. The months of solitude and sexual abstinence were starting to take effect. She drew him in and gently kissed him, not wanting to frighten the kid with an all-out assault. After his initial surprise however, Andy quickly regained his composure and returned her kiss, his tongue searching her lips for entry.
Ever direct, Lisa threw it all on the line.
