Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... man.

I ended up in a jail cell for a couple days before I was brought before a heavy set and angry looking USAAC Colonel.

"I have a problem." he said to me as he looked at some reports on his desk. Looking at me he continued, "You're my problem."

I went to say something and he held up a hand to silence me.

"What you did with those girls who were entrusted to your care is reprehensible. Normally I'd have had you shot and reported you as missing."

He stood up and came around the desk to face me. "But the Australians tell me you put your ass on the line and sailed into the middle of a goddamned enemy fleet to rescue some of their men and some of mine. You know the fucking Japanese would have executed you as a spy for driving one of their boats, right?"

"I imagine so, yes."

"And you did it anyway?" He stared at me.

"I didn't think to do anything else."

"Well, shit." he said and walked over to a cabinet with a carafe and glasses on it. He poured two glasses of what looked to be whiskey and handed me one.

"You're a fucking hero, my friend. I owe you for the lives of six of my men. The Aussies owe you for eight of theirs and in a minute I'm sending you to see their commander. But for right now I'm drinking to your health, you scurrilous bastard!" Smiling at me we clanked our glasses and tossed them back.

Thirty minutes later a Royal Australian Air Force Colonel welcomed me into his office with a similar greeting.

More alcohol was offered and ...

... accepted.

He asked me much more about the situation that led us to the island, our year of isolation, and the details of how six young women ended up in my arms.

"It makes quite the tale, doesn't it?" he said as he poured me another tumbler of gin.

He clanked glasses with me and we sipped at the liquor.

"But it's a tale you're going to keep to yourself. At least until after this war is over. In exchange for your discretion we're offering you and your...family...a nearby station that was abandoned at the outset of the war."

I asked about the ladies.

"The English women were offered the opportunity to return to England while the French and Dutch ladies would not be afforded that same courtesy, and for obvious reasons."

He sipped his gin. "Remarkably, but not surprisingly, all six of them have chosen to live with you at the station if you accept our offer."

I had to ask, "And if I don't accept your offer?"

He smiled. "Then there are two humorless chaps outside who will hand you over to the Americans for conscription into their army and from thence out of Australia."

My turn to sip my drink, "Then I accept your kind offer!"

Turned out the 'two humorless chaps' thought pretty highly of me. They were full of cheer and chatter as they took me on a very bumpy ride that ended up in front of a house that would have looked great in 'Gone With The Wind'.

It was a sizable affair made of brick and sporting a stout metal roof. It seemed in good repair, ...