Flight into the future (closed for haremfaery)

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OOC: Rex is 23 5'10" 185# short sandy blond hair blue eyes

IC:
Rex Burten was born on March 15, 1921 in central Kansas on a farm. Where he grew up they had no electricity or running water and he attended a one room school house until high school. While in college at the state university, Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese. Rex immediately enlisted in the Army Air Corp. and at the end of that term he found himself in OTS then on to flight training.

Lt. Rex Burten, 23, was attached to the 8th Air Force, 356th fighter group, 361st squadron stationed at Martlesham Heath, an old RAF airstrip. He was assigned a new P51 Mustang to fly on bomber escort missions which was the primary duty of his squadron. Rex’s first mission had been on Thanksgiving day, 1944. On his first mission their squadron had gotten into a fierce dogfight with a large number of German fighters. Rex was credited with shooting down one German fighter. Now a couple of weeks later he found himself on another mission escorting the bombers over the Ruer Valley a strong industrialized area of Germany.

During another dogfight Rex’s squadron leader radioed him that Coop, another pilot in their squadron had been hit and was breaking off and heading for home and that he was to fly cover for him making sure that he got back to the base safely. Or in the event that Coop’s plane couldn’t make it back to the base, Rex would be able to see where his buddy landed and could provide support if required. The two fighters broke North heading home dropping to 10,000 feet in the event that they had to ditch the damaged plane.

Shortly Rex caught sight of a lone Messerschmitt coming out of the clouds and diving on their position. Rex radioed his buddy Coop to hit the deck, which meant flying at tree top level, while he climbed to engage the enemy fighter. In the first pass the German fighter fired his guns and riddled the P51’s fuselage. One round struck Rex in the left thigh. The American pilot felt excruciating pain and blood running down the inside of his flight suit. He was just able to pull a split S maneuver ending up on the German’s tail. Rex knew that he was only going to have one chance at getting this German so he laid on his 50 cal. machine guns. The German fighter plane started to smoke, caught fire and then exploded in midair.

Rex pulled up to avoid the ball of flame in front of him and found himself flying into what appeared to be a very dark storm cloud. Inside the cloud there was lightning flashing all around him as if encircling his plane. One by one his gauges went dead. He tried the radio to send out a mayday but it too was inoperable. Rex was truly flying blind. He remembered that he had been at 15,000 ft when his altimeter went dead. All he could do was dive out of this storm cloud hoping that he would clear the cloud cover before crashing.

Breaking through the clouds Rex saw that he was in a rural area with a town nearby. He spotted what appeared to be a grass landing strip. Lowering his landing gear he was able to land safely. He taxied up to a Steerman, a biplane just like what he did his trainging in. There were no other planes around and the place appeared deserted except for a large house not too far away. Rex had no idea where he had landed for all he knew it could be France or maybe even Belgium.

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When he came to a stop he slid the canopy back feeling the cold December air in his face. He tossed his knapsack onto the wing and finally got himself extricated from the cockpit. Rex sat on the wing leaning against the fuselage quickly finding a pressure bandage to hopefully stop the bleeding from his leg wound. With the bandage in place and the tourniquet pulled tight he sat back to take stock of his situation. His winter flight suit and leather flight jacket would keep him warm for a while but not for long if the temperature were to start falling. He had his 45 cal. revolver still strapped to his side. In the knapsack were a couple days or rations, a first aid kit with one syringe of morphine which he would save as a last resort, extra rounds of ammunition, a compass and lastly a German/English translator.

Not sure whether from the blood loss or from shock and the excruciating pain, Rex sat there on the wing starting to feel faint. He knew that he had to stay alert because the enemy surely would have seen his plane go down but by now he couldn’t even move. Slowly he slumped over into unconsciousness

 

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((OOC: Katie Morgan, 21, 5'4" 135 lbs, size 7, firm toned body, pale skin though a little tanned from being outside a lot even with sunscreen, red hair, hazel eyes.))

Katie was out riding her horse when she heard ther plane overhead. "That's awfully low." She looked up. Maybe someone from the little airport was getting flying lessons or something. She hoped they weren't in trouble. She couldn't see see the plane from where she was in the trees. She made Shadow go faster so she could get to the clearing. Her great grandfather used to fly and had been a mechanic. He and his buddies had worked on the old bi-plane and now it sat out in the far meadow. Those old geezers used to actually fly that thing. The plane overhead was louder. Shadow was balking at the noise so she slowed down. She'd be in the clearing soon enough. The plane sounded like it was right on top of her. It sputtered and was silent. She urged Shadow faster. When she got to the clearing there was the plane. It looked old, not old like the biplane, but certainly not one of the planes from the airport. Then she realized there was a guy on the wing. Asleep it looked like. But that made no sense. None of this made sense.

"Hey!" She called. "Hello!" As she approached. Was this some sort of gimmick? When she got closer it looked like the guy was hurt. She pulled Shadow to a halt and slid off the horse. Then she looked for a way to climb up to the guy. Was he wearing some sort of uniform? It looked something like the picture of her great uncles when the three of them headed off to war.

 

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Rex didn’t know if he was dead or dreaming but he thought he heard a woman’s voice. The pain in his leg was excruciating and he had no idea how much blood he had lost. He forced himself to open his eyes and slowly he focused on a young woman on the ground standing behind the wing of his P-51. It was all he could do to raise his hand and get the out the words, “help me I’ve been hit I am an American.” Then once again he drifted off into a state of unconsciousness. He remembered that it appeared to be a sunny day. He could feel the warmth of the sun beating down on him as he sat there on the wing of his plane. Then his mind focused was the woman he had seen speaking English? She didn’t appear to be a refugee or even what he might picture someone from the underground resistance looking like. Why couldn’t he open his eyes. The pain was almost unbearable.

 

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"I am an American.” The man had said before he drifted back into unconsciousness. "Well, duh." Katie thought. He didn't look like a terrorist. He said he had been hit. By what? She could see the wound. How the hell was she going to get him off the wing and onto the horse and back to the house? Had someone shot at him while he was flying? Was that even possible? Was he some sort of WWII re-creationist and something went horribly wrong? She would worry about the weirdness later. She had her phone, should she just call 911 and let them sort it out?

She climbed up onto the wing without much trouble. Dealing with horses tended to give you working muscles. She patted his face trying to wake him up. "What happened? Who hit you? Can you get onto the horse?" She saw his first aid kit and used another dressing. She did what she could to neaten up what he had done for himself. It should help until she could get him to a hospital.

 

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Rex came to, opening his eyes he found himself staring at the face of a very beautiful young girl with red hair and almost green eyes. He heard her ask what had happened who had hit him, surprised at how well she spoke English and with out any kind of foreign accent. He propped himself up, “my plane took a few hits from a German fighter and I got some shrapnel in my leg but I did manage to shoot that SOB down. Where have I landed? France or Belgium?” Rex knew that he hadn’t gotten over to England he never crossed the channel. The young girl had a horse. He figured that he better trust that she wasn’t the enemy, “if you can help me I think I can make it up on your horse. We better get out of here pretty quick before a German patrol figures out where I landed this bird and are all over us. By the way I am Lt. Rex Burten 361st squadron stationed out of Martlesham Heath” As she started to help him he couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t dressed like any young girl he had ever known.

 

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((Not dressed like girls he knows? Jeans and riding boots and a flannel shirt? I realize I didn't describe what she had on, but women did wear jeans and slacks in the 40s didn't they? I mean, I know they wore slacks and farm girls would have worn jeans. Unless you had her pictured in something else.))

This guy must have hit his head, too. Or was in shock or something. She wished her parents were home. "let's get you down off of here." She put an arm around him and helped him shift so he could lean on her. "We don't have to worry about the Germans, you're in Pennsylvania. In the United States."

She helped him down and onto Shadow. She led the horse back the the house. It was large with plenty of rooms. The farm had gotten smaller over the years. But the farmhouse was big and was perfect for a bed and breakfast. It brought in enough money that they could pay the taxes and keep the farm.

 

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The young lady had helped Rex down from his plane and onto her horse. She had said that there was nothing to worry about the Germans since they were in Pennsylvania. In the US no less. Rex remembered what he had been told at a previous flight briefing, that the German’s had been able to infiltrate into US units with the use of spies that spoke perfect English. This girl had nearly perfect English without any hint of a foreign accent. On top of that it was odd that a German patrol hadn’t been around having heard his plane land. He was sure that he would still be in German occupied lands.

They neared a large farm house that was well kept up it sure didn’t look like the ravages of war had taken it’s toll on this place. Rex figured out that this must be some sort of an elaborate trap. The Germans would not only have a flight worthy US plane but the pilot to boot. He drew his Colt 45, “ok I want you to hold it right there. I don’t know who you are but I’m taking you as my prisoner before you spring your trap on me.” Well he had her as his prisoner but what was he going to do now? He had no clue as to where he was or just what he may be up against. Pilots had always been instructed if downed to make their way North to the Channel in hopes of connecting up with the underground or friendly troops.

His knapsack was hooked onto the saddle horn of the saddle. Rex pulled it up and began to search inside for the compass, not taking his eyes off of his prisoner. We are going to start heading North to the English Channel. I don’t have any idea how far that may be but there is a good chance that we will meet up with US troops before we get there. He didn’t have any rope to tie her hands and he wasn’t sure that she didn’t have some sort of weapon hidden under her clothes. He was going to have to find out. Keeping an eye on his prisoner he slowly dismounted. He was in great pain trying to get his leg over the saddle. Once on the ground he put all his weight on his right leg, “ok I want you to turn around slowly, put your hands behind your head and don’t move. I’m going to have to check you for any weapons." With his left hand he began to pat her down starting at her shoulders working his way down. Rex had never been in this situation before, having to search a woman for weapons. He for sure had never seen a woman in such tight jeans. He ran his hand over her ass cheeks and then up her crotch and down her legs. Now turn around.

 

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Katie froze. "What? I don't know what game you're playing. This isn't a trap, you idiot. I heard your plane come down and I road out to see what happened. You're wounded. I'm trying to save you." She looked up at him. "All I have to do is wait 'til you pass out again from blood loss." Shit, talking like that probably wasn't helping any. This guy must be crazy, delusional.

"Rex...You _really_ think I have a weapon on me? This is silly." She locked her fingers behind her head and spread her legs for him. She didn't want to be shot out here by crazy air force guy. "Hey!" She yelped when his hand reached her crotch. "I prefer dinner first. Or at least a kiss." She snapped. She slowly turned around when he asked her to. "Were you in Iran? Afghanistan?" Maybe he had some weird PTSD, stole some vintage plane and we reenacting some trauma.

She looked him in the eye. He was a pretty attractive guy. How come all the nice looking guys were gay, married or crazy?

 

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There was something really strange about this woman. She didn’t talk like any woman that he had ever encountered. He knew she was right about one thing if he didn’t get off his feet and get some medical attention soon he would probably pass out again and maybe this time it could be permanent. “Ok slow down for a minute. What the hell are you talking about me being in Iran Afghanistan? I don’t even know where that is. I’ve told you who I am and why don’t you tell me who you are and where you are from.” He looked around to see if there was anything that he might see that would tip him off as to where he was. That’s when he saw what looked like a newspaper rolled up laying in the gravel driveway leading up to the big farmhouse. “Over there see that newspaper, go and pick it up and bring it to me. Open it up so that I can see the front page. Don’t try anything funny I don’t want to have to shoot you.”

 

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"Iran. It's a country in the middle east, and Afghanistan--that's another country, right above Pakistan. We have a war going on in both countries--fighting terrorism. Everyone knows that." Katie thought she should try and act more gentle, but this guy was really frustrating. Then again, she didn't want to set him off, he had a gun on her after all.

"I'm Katie Morgan. I live here. With my parents. The farm has been in my family since the 1820s. Now it's a B and B--Bed and Breakfast. We're in Twelve Oaks, Pennsylvania. "I'm 21, I graduated from State U...what more do you want to know?"

He asked her to get the newspaper. Why hadn't she thought of that. But wasn't it bad to try and snap crazy people out of their delusions? What if he really snapped?

She put her hands up in front of her chest palms out. "I don't want you to shoot me either." She walked slowly and deliberately to the newspaper, she bent down and picked it up, again slowly. She stood up and turned around. She opened it up and brought it back. She held it in front of her like a shield. "See? It's the city paper--Philadelphia. There's the date, too. December 9, 2010. Would you please put the gun away and let me get you inside." So I can call 911 and have them come take crazy guy away.

 

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Rex was becoming more confused by the minute. This cute young girl spoke excellent English but she made absolutely no sense. She spoke of a war going on in two countries that he hadn’t even heard of. Something about fighting terrorism, he thought they were fighting the Nazi’s and the Jap’s. He had no clue what a bed and breakfast was but she said it like it was something common place. Then she goes and says something about being in Pennsylvania. This just had to be the most elaborate and bizarre trap that he could ever possibly imagine.

When he saw the newspaper rolled up on the gravel drive leading up to the farmhouse, Rex figured that he would get the answers he was looking for. That is when she opened it and said, "See? It's the city paper--Philadelphia. There's the date, too. December 9, 2010. He stood there in shock. Lowering his revolver shoving it into the holster he reached out and grabbed the paper from her staring at the date. DECEMBER 9, 2020. “This can’t be, it’s impossible, please tell me why you are doing this to me? When I left our base this morning for another routine mission over Germany it was December 9, 1944 and now you want me to believe that the year is 2010?

Rex thought back to his flight that led up to landing in this place. He remembered the most unusual storm cloud and the lightning flashing all around, then the instruments all going dead. What had happened to him. It was as if he had traveled thru some kind of a door leading him to a time in the future. How could this possible be?

 

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Katie breathed a sigh of relief when Rex put his gun away. But she was still wary. He could train it on her again any time. "I'm not doing _anything_ to you. I live here. You're the impossible one. I think you're the one trying to trick me. What's youre plan? Freak me out and then rob the place? We don't have money in the house, most of our business is credit cards. Did you steal that plane you flew here in?"

Katie's horse snorted. "Look, I need to take care of Shadow. She needs to get back to the stable. Can we continue this while I rub her down? Or let me get her saddle off and we can go in the house and take care of your leg. I don't know about you, but I could use a strong drink."

Now that Katie didn't have a gun on her she could think a little better. This was weird. The guy really looked like a WWII pilot, and there was no denying the plane. But there was no rational explanation or this. Maybe Shadow had spooked and thrown her and she was lying in the meadow delirious.

 

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Rex just stood there staring at the newspaper in shock. How could this possibly be. Did he some how actually jump ahead in time 66 years. There was no way, “you want me to believe that it is actually Dec. 9, 2010 today? Do you realize that if that were true what this means? It means that I am 89 years old.” Rex reached up and touched his face thinking that he might be actually old and wrinkled. Looking over to Katie with a frightened look on his face, “what am I going to do? I don’t belong here. Help me, please.”

 

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Rex went through a complete change once the reality of the newspaper hit him. What if he really was from the past and not just some crazy guy? She shook her head. Now she thinking crazy thoughts. There had to be an explanation, bu he truly seemed shattered.

"Um, sit here a minute. Let me get Shadow into the stable, then I'll take care of your leg and we can talk about this." Katie pointed to the chairs and chaise lounge on the patio.

She led the horse into the stable and removed the mare's saddle."Sorry, girl. I can't take the time for you just now. I'll be back out later. She took the rest of the accouterments off the horse and led her into her stall. Katie made sure Shadow had food and water. She gave the horse a piece of apple and patted her neck.

She went back out to Rex. "Okay, flyboy. Let's get you inside and see how bad that leg is." She approached him carefully even though her words were light. She offered him her hand.

 

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"Okay, flyboy. Let's get you inside and see how bad that leg is." Her words brought a tear to his eye. The young women at the pubs just off the base in England always called the American pilots flyboys. It had become a term of endearment and a bit of amusement. When he would enter a pub with his buddies the girls would always come up to them and give them a kiss and in a flirty way say, “well hello flyboys.”

Katie reached out her hand to help him up. The pain in his leg had subsided a bit but his leg seemed to be stiffening up making it hard to get up. She actually had to put an arm around him to help him get in a standing position. He liked it when she put her arm around him he could smell her hair so fresh. Rex leaned on her maybe a bit more than he needed to but it felt good. She opened the door and they went into the farm house and Rex looked around in wonder. He had never seen anything like it. Everything looked so strange. There was furniture in the front room but nothing that he was familiar with.

It was really beginning to sink in that somehow he had leaped into the future plane and all. As the reality set in the over whelming question came to mind, how the heck was he going to get back to his time?

 

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A big change had come over Rex, especially once Katie called him flyboy. That helped her relax a little. he couldn't really be from the past, could he? That was impossible, wasn't it? It was the sort of thing that happened in movies, not real life.

It was a weekday, so there were no guests at the B&B. Katie's parents were away and would be back Friday morning when more guests were expected. They ahd driven up to Vermont to check out some B&Bs up there, see how they didn't things, what they did to drum up business, that sort of thing. The place was already decorated for Christmas.

Katie grabbed a few hand towels and helped Rex into the living room, which was for the guests. The family had their own upstairs in their wing fo the house. The basement was finished and set up with game tables, video games, a wii, and some exercise equipment. The guests were allowed to use that too if they wanted. But there was a flat screen TV in the living room. If guests wanted quiet, the library had books and newspapers a few writing desks and a computer they could use if they needed one.

She set the towels down to protect the sofa from any blood and eased Rex onto the sofa.

She wasn't sure if she should get him out of his trousers or not. Maybe once she saw how bad things were she could decide. She didn't know how she would get him upstairs to a bed if her couldn't walk that far.

She tucked a pillow behind him. "I'm going to get something to clean you up and see how bad that is and figure out what to do next. Try and get comfortable." She disappeared for a bit and came back with a small plastic tub with water in it, a few washcloths and more towels. She began washing the wound.

((Hmm, what can she use to get the shrapnel out? Tweezers? What are those things called that doctors use, long handled with a locking thing--they make good roach clips...))

 

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Katie helped him inside and eased him onto a sofa in the living room. Then she went to find something to help get his wound cleaned up. While she was gone he sat there amazed at what he saw. There was big dark frame with no picture in it. There were magazines on the table and looking at them they all had December 2010 on the cover. He didn’t recognize any of the magazine titles.

When she came back in with a tub that wasn’t made out of metal. And she started to wash him up. “What ever you do I don’t want you cutting up my flight suit any more than it already is. If nothing else I’ll have to take it off but know that I’m not wearing much underneath it. It gets too hot flying long missions even at high altitudes to wear much under it.” In order to get the suit off his legs he would have to get it off of his top first then have it pulled off of his legs.

Rex pointed at the large frame on the wall without a picture in it and asked, “what happened to the picture in that frame? And just what kind of material is that bowl made of?” He realized that if he were actually in the future 66 years ahead of where he was the world would have changed quite a bit. But he wasn’t sure that he was prepared to know exactly how much it had changed.

 

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"Okay," Katie agreed. "We'll take the flightsuit off. You are going commando are you?" Her cheeks colored a little. She started working the fastenings on his clothing. "can you sit up?" She helped pull him up so she could work his arms out of the suit. "I guess you'll have to stand up again."

"Oh, that's a flat panel TV. Television..." She thought for a bit on how to explain it. "It's like radio...you know the sound waves travel and you hear them through the radio. This is similar," Yeah, right. "But the waves make sound and pictures. Like the movies...this is like going to the movies in your own living room." She hoped that made sense. She never really thought much about technology. "The basin is made of plastic. You have plastic right? Bakelite was in the 30s." I'm gonna have to sit down at the computer and looks some things up." Dear god, she was as crazy as he was. She was talking to Rex like he really was from World War II.

((I found this for flight suits, some were heated. http://www.303rdbg.com/uniforms-gear.html))

 

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“No wait,” Rex had no idea what going commando meant but he did know that he was starting to develop a boner. He sure didn’t want Katie to pull his suit off and find him in an excited state.

He had a thing for nurses which stemmed from a 4 day hospital stay when he was just in his first year of high school. Rex had a bad case of the measles and was admitted to the county hospital. The first night he was there just before time to go to sleep the night nurse came in and applies medicine to the sores all over his body. When she got to the sores around his private parts he got a boner. He still remembered being embarrassed but she just said something about having to take care of a problem and then went about stroking his dick until he had ejaculated. This same thing happened for the next 2 nights while he was in the hospital. From this time on Rex had a think for nurses and the way Katie was caring for him reminded him of a nurse thus the boner in his flight suit.

Rex was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say as Katie was trying to help him out of his flight suit. “Isn’t there some other way to take care of my wound without taking off my suit? Or maybe I could get it off by myself and you could find me something to uh cover myself.” Now the situation had gotten worse as his boner was now almost to the state of a full erection. What was he going to do. He knew that there was no way he was going to get his suit off without it being pulled off of his hurt leg as he wasn’t able to bend it.

Maybe if he got his mind off of Katie. “What is a TV? If that is like movies in your home where is the projector and the movie reels?” Rex was familiar with a radio although he wasn‘t exactly sure how it worked. They had one out on the farm. He remembered being around the radio listening to the President making the announcement of Pearl Harbor. Now Katie was trying to tell him about a device that not only put out sound but a picture as well. This was even more confusing. His thoughts were interrupted by the throbbing in his leg. He leaned back and moaned in pain.

 

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"Can you get this off yourself? I really need to take care of that wound. Otherwise I'll have to take you to the emergency room and I think there would be a lot questions that maybe you aren't ready to deal with." Katie said. "Stop being a baby. I can get out of this thing. Once I have you fixed up, I'll run upstairs and get some clean clothes for you. My brother Patrick is taller, but he's built like you."

Katie wasn't sure why Rex was suddenly acting agitated again. Not really agitated, more like nervous or embarrassed. Then she saw the erection and blushed to the roots of her hair.

"Okay. Well. Um." She focused on his should because she couldn't look at his crotch and she couldn't look him in the eye just that second. She moved to the end of the sofa and worked on getting his boots off.

Thank god he started talkign again. "You don't need a projector. Like radio, the picture comes through the wires. We have other things, DVDs with movies on them--sorta like movie reels, so you can watch it any time you want. Cars look different, but I think most of them work pretty much they same way as in the 1940s." She tugged the boot off his good foot, then worked on the other one. "Okay, this will probably hurt. Are you ready?" She was sure this wouldn't hurt nearly as much as getting the flight suit off of him.

 

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Rex knew that she had seen the bulge in his suit because she started to blush and turned away not able to look him in the eye. Then she went to unlace his boots to take them off. Katie started talking about something called a DVD which had to stand for something although he knew not what. He was still not sure about the big picture frame with out a picture in it. How it was going to show a movie was beyond him.

Katie got the boot on his good leg unlaced and pulled off. Then she started in on the other boot. When she had the boot unlaced she said, "Okay, this will probably hurt. Are you ready?" Rex gritted his teeth and said, “Ok I’m ready. Just pull it off don’t try to go easy on me or it will hurt worse.” Rex put his hands down on the sofa to brace himself and waited. The minute she pulled his boot off the pain shot through his body causing him to cry out. He wasn’t sure but he thought that the wound may have opened up again and started to bleed. He sat up and with a bit of difficulty he got his arms out of the top of his flight suit and shrugged it off of his shoulders. “Like it or not this suit is going to have to come off and quick. I think I might be starting to bleed again. You are going to have to do most of the work as all I will be able to do is to lift my sorry ass off the sofa and let you pull the suit off my legs.”

 

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"Sorry. I'm sorry." Katie said when she pulled the second boot. off. She winced in sympathy. Rex looked very pale. "Okay, let me help you sit up and I'll push the suit down as much as I can, that should make it easier to get this off you butt. Then we'll work on getting the pant legs off."

Katies helped as much as she could. She kept saying 'sorry' every time Rex winced or groaned. She worked the suit down a little on his good leg. If she could pull it off both legs at the same time maybe it wouldn't hurt so much. "Okay. Here we go again." rex cried out and it took a few tugs, but she finally had him undressed. He looked like he might pass out.

"Would some whiskey help before I work on the shrapnel or should I just get down to it?" Katie had to admit, Rex had a really nice body. She needed to snap out of it and get back to work. She wished she had more advanced First Aid training. What if Rex needed stitches? She could do some basic sewing, she hoped it didn't require any more skill than that.

 

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The pain was darn near unbearable as she pulled the suit from off his legs. Finally the suit was off and he was sitting on the sofa practically naked except for his boxers. “Whiskey would be great. As a boy going to the Saturday afternoon movie when ever someone got shot in the film they always gave him a bottle of whiskey to drink. Now I know why to help kill the pain.” The wound didn’t look all that bad. There was a pretty even cut about 3 “ long in his leg and through the blood it appeared that a piece of metal was visible.

Rex felt like he could pass out any second. His leg was throbbing and the pain just wouldn’t go away. He looked at Katie to see if she was going to make it. He knew that for some the sight of blood would make them faint. That’s all he needed was for her to faint then he would be up a creek with out a paddle. “Have you got a pair of pliers? I think I see the piece of shrapnel and if you could get hold of it with pliers you might be able to pull it out. But before you do have bandages ready to cover the wound and put pressure on it. I really don’t want to bleed to death here on your nice sofa.” His breath was rapid and shallow he really wasn’t sure how much longer he would stay conscious.

Rex looked down and saw that the fly in his boxer shorts was wide open giving Katie an unobstructed view of his manhood. As he held the glass of whiskey in one hand he reached down and pulled the fly of his shorts closed. With a half smile he said, “sorry about that I really hadn’t intended on flashing you just yet.”

 

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((Sorry for the delay.))

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." Katie winced in sympathy. She had to smile a little when he asked for whiskey. "Okay, I'll be right back and then I'll deal with your leg." She took his flight suit and tossed it near the basement stairs, She could launder it later. She got a bottle of Irish whiskey from the cabinet and an glass and went back to Rex. "I need the first aid kit." She poured him some whiskey and disappeared again returning shortly with a rather large first aid kit.

"I have something better than pliers. I have a hemostat." She knelt by the sofa and got things out of the kit arranging them so she could grab things quickly if she needed them.

Katie colored a little when rex adjusted his boxers. For a half dead guy, he was pretty impressive. "Yet? We can flirt later--once I'm sure you aren't going to die on me. Are you ready for this?" She could see the shrapnel poking out of his leg. She hoped it was the only piece. "Wait--I need the sewing kit too, and I have to sterilize the needle." She jumped up to get the sewing kit. She lit a candle so it would be ready to pass the needle through when the time came.

"Okay. This time for sure. Ready?" She took a few deep breaths. It was a good thing she had helped the vet with the horses. She grasped the hemostat and get ready to grab the bit of metal.

 

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Each time Katie left to find something else Rex had an opportunity to look around and see just what all seemed so different now that he was pretty sure that he was in fact in the future. The furniture the lights all looked so different that what he was used to seeing.
She came back with the whiskey and he took a glass and tossed it down in one gulp. It burned a bit but oh it tasted good. I was not near as harsh as the whiskey they were served at the pubs after returning from a mission.

With a big grin, “oh so then you might be up for a bit of flirting after you get this chunk of metal out of my leg,” Even with the pain in his leg Rex started to get a bit excited sitting there on the sofa in front of this very beautiful strange young girl in only his boxers. Slowly his dick started to tent his shorts just a little and he blushed not knowing exactly how he could hide his predicament.

Katie had to run get her sewing kit before removing the shrapnel. This allowed time for Rex’s excitement to subside knowing that as soon as she was back there would be nothing exciting about the pain he would experience while she pulled the metal fragment from his leg. “Before you start to dig in my leg I was wondering if you have something that I can bite down on. In the westerns when I was a kid going to the Saturday movie the guy that was shot always was given a piece of leather to bite down on. That and I want to tell you that if I don’t make it it was nice knowing you.”