Exhale
I looked down at her lying on the floor. Right now she wasn't looking her best. Her hair was a mess and even kneeling next to her I could smell the sickly sweet stench of alcohol coming from her mouth.
Ah well - in for a penny in for a pound.
I carefully opened her shirt, running one hand down over her bare breast.
I leaned down towards her.
Our lips met. The alcohol stink was worse now. Our lips joined for a brief moment before I pulled away.
"I don't think I can do this," I thought to myself. I tried again and this time she responded.
A murmur of approval echoed around the room.
"Well done Pte ******."
We were being taught CPR again and I was the first one to try my hand at 'The Kiss of Life' on Annie, as the resusitation doll was affectionately known.
fired down the range by DC at 5:37 pm
8 Comments:
It works better if you don't use your tongue too.
We all like to save money wherever possible, but to me an entire platoon sharing a rubber woman is an economy too far.
Greavsie - so that's where I've been going wrong.
Katy - well with MOD cutbacks......
Annie has many sisters.. I think I mahavemet her. hehe
Lennie - I've heard they get around a bit.
Ooh my word! I thought I'd happened on a naughty blog. Such a relief to find it's you. I've often wondered if I could do it to someone who was smelly. I don't think I could. I mean resuscitation.
PI - Fortunately never had to find out.
There was something vaguely disturbing about that post.
Have you been reading those 'How To Write?' books - where it says stuff like - "start your story with something that will capture the attention of the sick nation?"
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