Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Last Temptation of Jenkins

MAY 6TH, 2009
6:00 PM


While his division prepared to storm the gates of Golgotha, General Jenkins lay uncomfortably in his bed, thinking about all his well-laid, Machiavellian plans gone to rot. His arm was mangled, so they wouldn't let him anywhere near the front, but his desire for revenge against Colonel Dundee had not receeded one bit - tinged now with frustration over his maiming, it became a primal, irrational desire rather than a calculated act.

He had no idea of knowing whether Captain O'Brien had succeeded in his task, or even tried to carry it out. Anyone who showed a sign of conscience was of little reliability, and even less use to Jenkins.

Jenkins was determined to go to the front himself and wreak his vengeance. As he lay in his bed, he had nothing to do but plan his escape from his satiny prison. He needed to get hold of a truck, at the very least. He hadn't determined on how to dispose of his target, but that was secondary to the fact of getting there. He frequently reached for his service pistol and turned it over in his hand, examining it as his mind thought of new and exciting ways to exterminate Groggy Dundee - and perhaps his bitch Captain, as well.

I'll find a way, Jenkins thought to himself. I didn't come this far for Groggy to live...

* * *

Though neither he nor Jenkins knew it, Groggy's salvation might lie in the hands of a beautiful, dedicated and somewhat flirtatious nurse.

Jana had become aware of Jenkins' plans through her constant eavesdropping. Ever since her conversation with Captain Harriman, she'd become suspicious of the General, and had happened to overhear his conversation. She then realized that Groggy's life was in danger, and by extension those of his whole regiment. Something must be done to stop him, but the only possibility that came to Jana's mind was a decidedly unpleasant one.

Jana had always proudly called herself a tart with a heart. Flirtation, and her "fluffy bunny" act with her charges, were a key part of her personality and success as a nurse. But despite her reputation, she wasn't actually a promiscuous slut. It just pleased the maimed and mangled boys in her charge to think of her as such.

Not that Nurse Jana was without hesitation. She didn't exactly relish the idea of giving herself to a villainous pig like Jenkins, but at least one man's life was at stake, and possibly his whole regiment. God would forgive her.

* * *

"How's the General this evening?" Jana asked, putting on her kindest voice and letting down her shoulder-length auburn hair. Jenkins just grunted in reply.

Jana sighed and played with her hair, struggling to keep her cherubic smile painted on as she faced the most horrifying prospect of her life. It's okay, Jana girl, she told herself. You're doing it for a cause.

"I thought I would give you some comfort," Jana said pleasantly. Jenkins' right eye went wide like an aggravated bull.

This bitch can't be trying to seduce me, he thought. That's the most vile, sexist fantasy come true. And that only happens in Hollywood action movies.

The two made awkward small talk for the better part of half an hour, nothing worth transcribing, just nurse and patient patter. Jana found herself more hesitant, more repulsed as the conversation continued; the more she looked at and interacted with Jenkins, the less thrilled she was about the prospect of doing what she'd come to do. Well, time to get this over with, Jana thought to herself disgustedly.

As Jana began to disrobe, Jenkins suddenly realized: this bitch is working for Groggy! My God, what a cunning plan! Let me be seduced so that I can't wreak vengeance. It was too perfect.

But Jenkins couldn't remember the last time a female had looked at him without vomiting, much less tried to seduce him, so for the moment he decided to go along with Jana's game.

"I've still got one good arm," Jenkins said lecherously. He then leaned forward and pulled Jana close. The two locked lips. Jana blanched; it was like embracing a gecko, and she could almost taste the flies on Jenkins' tongue. But she forced a smile on her face as she pulled back from him.

Then they made love, quickly and sloppily and without much enjoyment for either party. And after the climax, Jana was sure that she was lying on top, preventing Jenkins from getting up or moving at all.

This damned well better worth it, Jana thought to herself as she lie atop the monstrous crocodile. A promotion, a decoration, or dinner and sex with Hugh Grant, had better be in the offing for her.

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