Its pandemonium in the medic station, Judy stands next to an empty chair where the Private use to be chained. The cuffs hang down across the chair, unlocked. People scurrying around. A rumble of voices fill the air. Then a soldier jets in from a back tent door . Slaps his heels together, salutes then speaks. Sir a motorcycle is missing. He shouts. A very angery man in a very fancy uniform who was just yelling at the two men on guard turns slowly to face the soldier. His face is red with anger, you can almost see steam coming from his ears. He snarls at the soldier, what was that you said? The soldier clicks his heels together again and salutes even harder. SIR A MOTORCYCLE... befor he can finish he is shoved aside by the fancy man in uniform. As he walks with haste out the back door of the medic station to see three men , two of them are soldiers questioning another man , whom looks to be a cook. Seeing the fancy man in uniform approaching the two soldiers slap there heels together and salute. In unison the exclaimed SIR!
EXPLAIN? Shouts the fancy man in uniform. The two soldiers hesitated then the one on the left says, Well sir its like this....
The low rumble of a motorcycle fills the fresh country side air. Vast vineyards sprawling everywhere the eye can see. Dawn squeezes the Privates waist tightly, her face buried in his back . The Private chin is held high as he feels the rush of cool Morning air against his clean shaven face. His deep blue eyes are bright and big , a smile from ear to ear adores his face . Teeth clinched tightly together from the rumble of the motorcycle. Suddenly Dawn slaps his right shoulder and yells, pull over Patrick, pull over! The Private turns his head looking back at her , her face is red as looks him in the eyes , he comes to a slow stop. Revs the engine then kills it as they glide to a stop along the dirt country road side, kicking the stand down with his left foot. Deep in the vineyards of northern France. Patrick jumps off the cycle, with a look of worry on his face , are you hurt Dawn? He exclaimed. She looks up at him , a look of hunger across her lips. She smiles a sly grin and springs off the cycle. Her nurses dress catches the sest and rips. She twists around , until its tears off leaving it short and more flexible. Perfect she grunts. Looking both directions down the dirt road seeing Noone , she holds her hands to her ears, both of them and scans both directions again. Seeing and hearing nothing. The Private watches her with confusion, are you hurt Dawn he says again. She grabs him and pulls him the the other side of the motorcycle, on the roads shoulder. She buried her chin in his chest as she rushes to undo his belt and pants. Her teeth griting she mumbles, I cant take the damn motorcycle anymore , its a giant stimulator, I need you Patrick, I want you now. She salivating at the mouth. The Private looks at her with even more confusion. Then she drops to her knees pulling his pants and underwear down with them . She takes him into her mouth . The Private gasps and raised his hands as if under arrest. His eyes and mouth wide open. He stares down at her as her head as it moves up and Dawn. Slobber noises can be heard. The Private is frozen like a statue. A warm morning breeze whispers over them , the smell of grapes and dirt fills the air. For a few minutes this goes on until Dawn raised her head gasping for air , breathing eagerly and grinding her teeth , drool drips from her sullen lips. Eyes glossy with hunger. Her hand squeezes forcefully . She stands up and tries to kiss Patrick on the mouth, his only movement in the last five minutes is to turn his head and pucker his lips to the right as he leans back to the right to escape her advancements. She grunts and giggles. As she pushes Patrick around, behind her. This is more difficult because his pants and underwear are down around his ankles, and hes still has his hands up. She kicks his feet , yells come on move. ! Boy!. Patrick shuttle steps hands still up into position behind her. She grabs his arms down and with , a condescending voice says put your hand on my waist, Patrick ill do the rest. He does as she says. She reaches under her legs and grabs the Private by his Private and gides it to her. She grunts. Thrust boy, thrust now, and pull with your hands. So he does. He enters her and Dawn's eyes roll in her head , she yells dont stop till you explode . Patrick does as she says. Pulling and thrusting, he could feel an itching, and powerful build up inside him. The harder he pulled and thrust the bigger it felt until it was so itchy and powerful it exploded deep inside her. Dawn was screaming the entire time and then the Private fell to the ground onto his back, pants around his ankles still as a cloud of dust puffed around him . Dawn yells in a worried voice PATRICK!. he was out cold. The silly boy had held his breath the whole time, and blacked out. He awoke his head on Dawns lap on the side of the road. He looked up at her with a bit of fear. She stroked his hair and smiled back at him . That was wonderful Patrick, she soothed. He tried to say , it was my first time. But his voice broke and all that came out was a high pitched wheezing.
He choked and then cleared his throat. Dawn giggled and pinched his nose. Then slowly bent down and softly kissed his now healed soft lips. There eyes locked together and then Dawn said in a soft voice. Pull your pants up dear, we should get going . Just realizing this he grunted and scrambled to get his pants and underwear up . He rolled over off her lap , Dawn covered her mouth and giggled quietly. Patrick jumped to his feet pulling his pants and underwear up , then reached in to his underwear removing a rock. Tossing it to the side. He buttoned his pants up and spun around. A new found energy gleaming from him as the morning sun shined at his back. Dawn put her hand out and he took it , helping her up to her feet. They rushed to the motorcycle, as Patrick got on first and kick started it, it took three kicks befor the engine rumble to life and Dawn climbing on behind him . Where to now asked Patrick, Dawn pointed ahead down the dirt road. That way. To my family's vineyard. They roared off a dust trail in their wake, and the open air in their hair.
The sun was high in the sky as they came down a long narrow path to an old house deep in the vineyards. They rolled up to the front and Patrick shut the motorcycle off , sliding the stand down with his left foot. Dawn jumped off dragging Patrick off the cycle forcefully. He hopped on one foot to catch up with her . She dragged him into the empty house. It was an old house that has see untold amount of years . Forcing Patrick onto a chair and jumping onto his lap she , madly kissed him and they made frantic love again right there. Outside in the front yard the red motorcycle stood as only witnesses to the screaming and grunts that echoed inside the house. The shadows moved across the front yard and the still red motorcycle as time flew by. The shadows gave way to night and a warm glow from candle light shown across the front yard and the red motorcycle. The candle light flickered and the soft light of a new day crept across the front yard. Screems and grunts could be heard all through the night , the red motorcycle was the only witnesses, and would never say a word to anyone.