As the two of them were being dried off, the tub was taken from the room and a sleeping mat was brought in. Neither of the newlyweds noticed this because they were busy trying to avoid looking at each other as the women dried the water from their over-heated, over-sensitive skin. It was not until the last of the women had left the room that they realized they were alone in the room and no clothing had been brought in. They were alone in the room with only a sleeping mat and both of them were as naked as the day they were born!
Looking around the room for some kind of cover, and seeing nothing, Victor went over to the oil lamps on the wall and dimmed the lights until they went out. Mac asked, "What are you doing, Gunny?"
"I was trying to give you as much privacy as I could in this situation. With the lights out at least we can't see each other. If we can just get through till morning, then we can find someway to be on our way," he replied quietly as he walked back across the room to her. Taking her arm and putting one hand on her back, he started to lower her to the sleeping mat, when Mac jerked and backed away from him.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing Gunnery Sergeant?" she demanded.
"I was trying to help you down onto the mat, Mac, but if you don't want my help, I'll just go to sleep and leave you to your own devices," he said and then laid himself down on the mat and rolled onto his side.
Mac, now totally embarrassed at her reaction to a simple helping hand, awkwardly lowered herself onto the mat and turning away from him curled into as small of a ball as she could in her present condition.
"Good-night Mac," came the soft voice from the dark.
"Night Victor," she muttered resignedly.
During the night as the temperature dropped, the two of them searched for the only heat in the room…each other. They wrapped themselves around each other to keep warm and in the morning woke to find they were looking into each other's eyes.
If looks could have killed Victor would have dropped dead on the spot, but luckily for him they didn't, and with his back to her he didn't even notice her glare. Frustrated at the new situation as well as the one that had developed over night, Mac turned away from him and tried to go back to sleep.
Victor looked back to see that she had rolled over and was apparently asleep again, so he began to pace the small room in the hopes of easing his arousal. He had just about gotten himself under control when the door to the room opened and the old man's daughter, whose house they were staying in, came in with breakfast for the two of them.
She placed the tray just inside of the door and was about to back out when Victor stopped her with a request that she bring back their clothing. He explained that in their culture it was improper to eat without clothes. Nodding her consent, she came back a short time later with their clothes and Victor quickly donned his and then placed Mac's next to her so she would see them.
When she heard Gunny leave the room Mac opened her eyes to find her pile of clothes laying in front of her, they were freshly laundered and folded. She got up and dressed as quickly as she could, afraid that Gunny would come back at any moment.
Minutes later a knock came at the door and when she went to open it she found Victor standing there. "Ready for breakfast, my beautiful wife?"
Slamming the door in his face, she went to the breakfast tray and polished off the entire contents herself!
To Be Continued….