Richard Mountbatten
Up, boy, up!
CHAPTER ONE
The alarm went off with its usual piercing scream. At first there was no reaction from the two blanket-covered forms in the huge bed, but then a slender shapely arm appeared out of the tangled mass of bedding and began to grope blindly across the bedside table, knocking over the alarm clock as numb fingers managed to still the racket. The arm collapsed back onto the bed and for several more minutes silence reigned in the room.
Then two big blue eyes blinked open, half hidden by a thick mass of blonde hair that spilled in a golden cascade over one of the pillows. Jill Andersen focused foggily as she stared at the clock, shook her head and focused again.
"Oh, for God's sake, Bob," she said, "something must be wrong with the clock. It went off a half hour early." Her eyes slowly closed.
"Mmmmm, yeh," her husband murmured in a sleep-thickened voice. "I set it that way." He moved over closer to his wife and slid an arm around her, cupping one of her firm young breasts in the palm of his hand. "Gives us time for a little conjugal bliss before I run off to slave at the salt mines."
Jill's big blue eyes flew open again, filled with apprehension this time. "What?" she said anxiously. "B-But… Bob, we made love just last night." The dull throbbing ache up between her thighs wouldn't let her forget that.
"Last night was last night," Bob replied, his voice sounding more awake now. His hand squeezed her softly resilient breast a little tighter, and she could feel a slight growing pressure underneath his pajamas where his loins pressed against her buttocks. A sick feeling shot through her. Oh, not again. Not so soon, she moaned to herself. God, it was only hours ago that I forced myself to lie patiently beneath his sweating body. And now so soon again? It's just too much to ask!
"Now stop that!" she ordered as his other hand began to slip up underneath her flimsy nightgown. She tried to wiggle away from his insistent touch but his arms were too strong.
"Come on, baby," he said, his hot breath blowing against her sensitive ear lobe. "It's a beautiful morning. Let's start the day out right with a little loving."
"No, no," she said, struggling harder. "I-It's not right! It's not even dark. I-I just can't do it when it's light like this. It's… sick!"
She felt his body stiffen at her last words, and his grip slacken around her. Sensing his gaze on her, the young wife turned her head quickly around, and saw that his eyes were cold.