Continued from yesterday.
For YesBut’s Image posted on the 20th June 2007 Ozlady suggested the caption: -
“Guys – shut up, I’m trying to read this sign . . .’U-N that’s un, D-E-R, that’s der . . .”The photo suggested to me the following story (continued from yesterday):
The photo suggested to me the following story (continued from yesterday):
If he had known the main reason for his posting to Iraq was the report written by his brother-in-law, he would have been more than just angry with Ben; as it was he wanted to give him a good thrashing for what he had done to his sister. There were only two people Mac loved, his mother who he worshiped and his sister Petranela. He had spoken to her on the phone that morning. Sobbingly she had informed him that she suspected her husband was having an affair with his secretary. Mac swore that he would make Ben pay for hurting his sister.
“Ben you bustard“!
The words cut through his thoughts and brought him back to the present moment. Seeing Mac standing before him, he cursed himself for his stupidity for stopping to buy a coffee- if he hadn’t they would never have met.
”Mac, hi sorry I can‘t stop, late for a meeting“! ”Forget any meeting. You bastard, what have you done to Petrannela“? ”I’m sorry I don’t know what you’re talking about”. ”Don’t try the innocent act with me you snivelling little gitt, I spoke to her this morning.” “What did she tell you”? “Never mind what she told me, you listen and listen good. I don’t know what games you’ve been playing with your secretary or any other woman, but they stop right now”. You go home right now, and be very kind and attentive to your wife. If I ever have any suspicion of you playing around I’ll have your guts for garters”.
Ben knew he had no option. Mac didn’t make idle threats, and he was more than capable of causing him extreme pain. His love for Jackie his secretary vaporised instantaneously. He nodded his agreement and walked on.
Mac watched him walk away, then quickly checked the time; #*@$ he cursed with all the intensity of a Billy goat on heat. It was 04. 29. Too late to get to the betting shop to put a bet on the 04.30 race at Kempton Park. Earlier he had received a phone call from a member of his Marine squad informing him of a rank outsider who was certain to win at Kempton. He had gone immediately to the bank to withdraw £3000 and was going to the betting shop when he had bumped into Ben.
Mac’s curse attracted Ian Vander Hoff’s attention. He had been standing at the head of the stairs to what he had now deduced was the entrance of an “undergouoned stashion”. If only he had turned around a minute earlier he would have seen and recognised Ben.
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