"Tommy" By Gentile Part 5. --------- It was a long night in that empty bed. I sniffed her pillow, then exchanged it with mine. Then changed it back. I couldn't stop imagining what they were doing. All manner of sex acts and positions no doubt in my mind, buried deep in my psyche. She liked to be on top. She'd ride it high, purse her lips just at the moment of crisis, then lift just short of out as I'd inject it into her in long streams. "Yeah, like that, boy. Squirt it. Knock me up, you fucker, you." She'd release her snatch & would drain my stuff into her palm, look into the… 続きを読む

"Tommy" By Gentile Part 4 --------- I got her call a half hour after setting up shop at the kitchen table in front of the telephone. "Cully, I'm okay, honey. It's okay. I'm fine." She sounded genuine. "Where are you?" "At his place. We walked in 5 minutes ago. I..." I cut her off. "Where is he?" "He went back out to get some take-out for us. He thought it might be better if he wasn't here when we talked. He didn't want us to feel badly, Cully. He's very considerate, honey." "He left you alone in his apartment?" I was incredulous. "Yes, Cully, I'm making a pot of tea for us."… 続きを読む

"Tommy" By Gentile Part 3. --------- "Girl, get dressed." But, she was almost already there. "I don't have a brush, but, I have a comb." I reached for my wallet, extracted my license and military ID card. "Cully, oh, goodness. How fast were we going?" She'd included herself at "we." I hated to tell her for a myriad of reasons. "At least 110." "Cully." A sense of calm emanated from her voice. She clutched my hand. "Tell the truth, Cully. Whatever you do." "Yes, Girl. Here he comes." Ah shit, he'd pulled his piece. "Girl....he's pulled his gun out." "Stay calm, Cully. It's a fe… 続きを読む

"Tommy" By Gentile Part 2. --------- Her mother, my mother-in-law by law pulled me aside remarkably soon after our wedding mass and before we headed to the reception. Yanked on the sleeve of my Air Force uniform. "Cully, son,"......she stopped and looked to the heavens..."Son, just be careful with Girl. She's a little high strung at times. Strung very high, yes, that's it. Try and not get her started crying because once you do that it's very difficult to get Girl to stop crying." (I'd found that out, by God). "She's a might frightful truth be told." Whatever that meant. I waited for… 続きを読む

"Tommy" By Gentile --------- Louis Dega & Henri Charriere discuss what for them will be their final escape attempt: Louie: "Will it work?" Pappy: "Does it matter?" --------- Papillion, Nebraska, Fall 1974. Nebraska Hwy 370. "We'd just passed the water tower that had been painted with a Butterfly in honor of the motion picture "Papillon" and were headed back to Omaha. We'd spent the afternoon at a carnival there in Papillion. It'd been a good Sunday. The sun had set, the moon was fixing to rise. A full moon, no less. "It's a full moon tonight, Cully." She'd informed me as w… 続きを読む

"The Last Hero" A short story by Michael Gentile ---During the introduction to "Hogan's Heroes" there is a solemn, military press sequence that contains 6 thrusts before it is broken into a circus atmosphere upon the 7th. It is to those (6) that I dedicate this story.--- - "30 seconds. God be with you." - "Saving Private Ryan" Word had come for most via scuttlebutt, in small whispers, passed American to American, German to German. An ashen-faced Sgt. Washington had entered Colonel Hogan's afforded quarters and woken him. "Colonel, Colonel, Colonel Hogan, sir!" Hogan woke from sleep & d… 続きを読む