The Things I Do For My Country by AGroovie1
Hogan stripped off his clothes, getting ready to climb into bed. He decided that it would look better if both he and Gertrude woke up in the morning in their undergarments – it would complete the illusion that something happened. He climbed into his side of the bed and wiggled to get comfortable, his back turned towards Gertrude.
He felt Gertrude stirring beside him and then heard her say, "Awake again, Robert?" He felt her hand caressing his back. "You devil. Can't you get enough?"
Hogan gasped as she draped an arm and a leg over him and began to nuzzle the back of his neck. NO! This can't be happening! She's supposed to be asleep!
He rolled over to attempt to tell her that he was too tired. The things I do for my country, he thought. Any further thoughts left his mind as soon as he turned over, because as he opened his mouth to speak, Gertrude began to kiss him passionately. He struggled to free himself, but he knew it was going to be a losing battle.
Missing Scene:
Rather than go down fighting, Rob realized he could turn the advantage to himself. He adopted the role of gigolo and returned her kiss ardently. He plunged his tongue into her warm soft mouth and held her there until she pulled away to breathe.
"Robert," Gertrude sighed.
Rob saw his opening and pounced. "Roll over," he whispered in her ear and he helped her to settle onto her stomach. He climbed astride her thighs, unhooked her brassiere and began to rub her shoulders, neck and back. As he massaged her he could feel the muscles hidden under the layer of fat, strong and toned; her skin soft and supple under his hands.
His mind drifted back to the dance floor remembering her spry, energetic foxtrot and he smiled. Yes, Gertrude was a pleasant person when she wasn't busy playing the crusty old maid. His breathing quickened as his loins stirred in response to the tactile stimuli.
Rob deepened his caresses, moving down her back towards her ample bottom. A contented sound, almost a purr, rose from Gertrude's throat. The purr changed to a soft snore. She had fallen asleep.
Hogan surveyed the woman sleeping beneath him. She might have been beautiful in her day but time, war and heartbreak had left their mark on her. He slid down beside her, spooned into her, wrapped his arms around her and went to sleep.