Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life by Maura Rossi
Authors: Maura Rossi
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Chapter 1
He heard the familiar panicked cry.
"Mom!"
He and his partner walked up to the front
door. A teenaged girl stared at them through the screen.
"May we come in, please?"
But she knew. The people in the house always
knew before they came through the door; their loved one, maybe
father, brother, son, husband or even wife or sister was dead.
They crossed the threshold as Tricia came
around the corner into the living room.
"No," she mouthed.
She went down to her knees, crying out. No . The child didn't move. Both men went to the woman on the
floor. They got down on their knees to help her up to the couch.
The daughter ran from the room sobbing.
If he lived to be one hundred year's old, he
would never forget the feeling of Tricia in his arms that first
time. She was so soft and lovely. Her despair constricted his
throat as he seated himself close to her and put his arm around her
shoulders.
Everyone reacts differently, personally, to
this horrible news. Upon putting his hand on her shoulder she
turned into his chest and cried her heart out.
"What am I going to do? What will I do
without him?" she cried.
He always felt badly when he delivered this
news, but today he felt like an animal, threatened and protective
of his mate. He wanted to take this woman in his arms, hold her and
assure he would take care of her.
Of course, he did no such thing. Nothing
could have been more inappropriate. As Casualty Assistance Calls
Officers, he and his partner were trained to deliver the news of
death compassionately, and help the family in many ways from
arranging the funeral to authorizing emergency funds or helping
access other resources. They should help, but they should not
encourage dependence or attachment.
At that moment, all he wanted was for this
woman to be dependent on him. He was so appalled at himself. It was
beyond low to start to feel sexual towards a person you were
supposed to be helping, someone so vulnerable.
"I'm sorry," she finally said.
"We're sorry ma'am, sorry for your loss. On
behalf of the United States Army, we express our condolences and
will assist you in any way we are able."
She was absolutely lovely with green eyes and
golden blonde hair, all messy from sobbing. She bit her perfect
lips a few times through their first meeting and John thought he
would die. He was frustrated with himself for his lack of control.
This was beyond improper for him to be having such feelings. He was
acting like a kid.
Tricia sat quietly as they informed her of
what would happen over the next few days. Tears fell from her eyes.
She looked small and vulnerable to John, and in need of his
protection. When they got ready to leave, she stood and walked them
to the door. He was at least a head taller than she. And she was
perfectly formed. Her husband, God rest his soul, had been one
lucky man. John could not stop his eyes from roving over her
body.
He did not want to leave her alone when she
needed him most. He was in agony. Some people had gathered outside
her house. They also recognized what had happened and were coming
to help. A woman bustled in past them and took Tricia in her arms.
They both started sobbing. John knew he needed to get out of there,
but his body did not want to leave.
When they got in the car, his partner looked
at him, before starting the car.
"Are you all right?"
John realized he must have been showing his
feelings in some way. Shit .
"Yeah, I'm getting too old for this
duty."
"Yeah it sucks. Beautiful woman."
John was taken aback by his partner's
comment. He should have felt better that they'd both noticed her
beauty. Instead, he felt like punching him.
"Yeah, let's go."
John considered asking to get off this
assignment. But he couldn't, he had already made contact and it
wouldn't be right. He decided to do his utmost for Tricia; that
would be his way of caring for her. Each time they were together
during the process, John battled with his cock to behave. He had no
right, but he
He heard the familiar panicked cry.
"Mom!"
He and his partner walked up to the front
door. A teenaged girl stared at them through the screen.
"May we come in, please?"
But she knew. The people in the house always
knew before they came through the door; their loved one, maybe
father, brother, son, husband or even wife or sister was dead.
They crossed the threshold as Tricia came
around the corner into the living room.
"No," she mouthed.
She went down to her knees, crying out. No . The child didn't move. Both men went to the woman on the
floor. They got down on their knees to help her up to the couch.
The daughter ran from the room sobbing.
If he lived to be one hundred year's old, he
would never forget the feeling of Tricia in his arms that first
time. She was so soft and lovely. Her despair constricted his
throat as he seated himself close to her and put his arm around her
shoulders.
Everyone reacts differently, personally, to
this horrible news. Upon putting his hand on her shoulder she
turned into his chest and cried her heart out.
"What am I going to do? What will I do
without him?" she cried.
He always felt badly when he delivered this
news, but today he felt like an animal, threatened and protective
of his mate. He wanted to take this woman in his arms, hold her and
assure he would take care of her.
Of course, he did no such thing. Nothing
could have been more inappropriate. As Casualty Assistance Calls
Officers, he and his partner were trained to deliver the news of
death compassionately, and help the family in many ways from
arranging the funeral to authorizing emergency funds or helping
access other resources. They should help, but they should not
encourage dependence or attachment.
At that moment, all he wanted was for this
woman to be dependent on him. He was so appalled at himself. It was
beyond low to start to feel sexual towards a person you were
supposed to be helping, someone so vulnerable.
"I'm sorry," she finally said.
"We're sorry ma'am, sorry for your loss. On
behalf of the United States Army, we express our condolences and
will assist you in any way we are able."
She was absolutely lovely with green eyes and
golden blonde hair, all messy from sobbing. She bit her perfect
lips a few times through their first meeting and John thought he
would die. He was frustrated with himself for his lack of control.
This was beyond improper for him to be having such feelings. He was
acting like a kid.
Tricia sat quietly as they informed her of
what would happen over the next few days. Tears fell from her eyes.
She looked small and vulnerable to John, and in need of his
protection. When they got ready to leave, she stood and walked them
to the door. He was at least a head taller than she. And she was
perfectly formed. Her husband, God rest his soul, had been one
lucky man. John could not stop his eyes from roving over her
body.
He did not want to leave her alone when she
needed him most. He was in agony. Some people had gathered outside
her house. They also recognized what had happened and were coming
to help. A woman bustled in past them and took Tricia in her arms.
They both started sobbing. John knew he needed to get out of there,
but his body did not want to leave.
When they got in the car, his partner looked
at him, before starting the car.
"Are you all right?"
John realized he must have been showing his
feelings in some way. Shit .
"Yeah, I'm getting too old for this
duty."
"Yeah it sucks. Beautiful woman."
John was taken aback by his partner's
comment. He should have felt better that they'd both noticed her
beauty. Instead, he felt like punching him.
"Yeah, let's go."
John considered asking to get off this
assignment. But he couldn't, he had already made contact and it
wouldn't be right. He decided to do his utmost for Tricia; that
would be his way of caring for her. Each time they were together
during the process, John battled with his cock to behave. He had no
right, but he
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