Here it is, the 21st chapter of this story!
Now, this chapter will be a little different than the previous chapters. In this chapter, Hawkeye and BJ win themselves a swimming pool after having won a contest for filling out a questionnaire a couple of weeks back, Winchester claims it to be his since he was the one who got all the answers right, and it'll escalate from there! How will this go? Find out now!
AT THE M*A*S*H 4077:
It was a hot summer day in South Korea. The heatwave was brutal, and people all over were sweaty. It wasn't any different in the M*A*S*H 4077. People were trying to wear light clothing to keep cool, and some even tried to take cold showers for some simple relief. Plenty of people were keeping hydrated on some water to avoid suffering from heatstroke. One could wonder if there'd be any relief in sight.
Currently, in the Swamp, we see Hawkeye and BJ sitting inside, wearing light casual clothing to keep themselves cool, as sweat stains were forming on their clothes. BJ was sitting on his bed, waving a fan in his face to keep himself cool, while Hawkeye was pacing back and forth, seeing that this heatwave was driving him crazy. Andrew was not present at the moment, as he was taking care of business, and Charles was missing too. This left the two captains alone to sweat themselves off.
BJ noticed Hawkeye constantly pacing back and forth. Pierce needed to relax. Otherwise, he'll get more steamed up. Shaking his head, Hunnicutt got his comment out.
"Relax Hawkeye," he said. "All this pacing back and forth is going to make you sweat more."
"How can I not BJ," Pierce yelled. "This heat is driving me nuts! I'm sweating on my back, my chest, my forehead, even my tushie! I'm even sweating in places that I didn't think would sweat!"
"What's the big deal," BJ waved the fan in his face. "We've already taken a cold shower."
"Yes, but if you haven't notice Beej, I've taken five cold showers in a row," Hawkeye hollered. "In fact, I've taken a total of 10 cold showers today! And the other five were a way of cooling off from cooling off! It's that brutal outside!"
"I know how you feel Hawk," Hunnicutt seemed sympathetic. "But there's nothing we can do about it."
"You know what I'd like right now? To go swimming," Hawkeye fantasized. "I mean it! I'd do anything to swim in a nice cold pool. Just like the ones located in those community pools that they have back in Crabapple Cove! What with the smell of chlorine, and the swimming pranks I used to pull on the bikini-clad ladies back home! That would be nice!"
"I know how you feel champ. But we don't have a swimming pool," BJ pointed. "We also don't have ice cream. We don't have a cool isolated room. We don't even have the right kind of fridge that we can open up and stand right in front of to chill out."
"I know that! But I'd like to have a swimming pool," Pierce proclaimed. "I wish that this compound had a swimming pool that I can use again."
"Yeah. Then we'd have the same incident that occurred that one time we got that bathtub," BJ brought up.
"Yes, but if we did get a swimming pool, it would be different! I could kill for a pool right now! And not to play pool ball with either," Hawkeye stated. "It would be sweet relief if a swimming pool was to knock at our front door of the Swamp right now!"
Then just on cue, someone did knock at the door, getting their attention.
"Come in," BJ announced, with Hawkeye allowing that someone entry into the Swamp.
Said someone was dressed as a military man, wearing light army clothes to keep cool, and was wearing a one-star helmet on his head. This got both captains curious as they were wondering what this was about.
"Excuse me sirs, but I'm looking for Captains Pierce and Hunnicutt," he told them. "Do you know where I can find them?"
"I would be Captain Hunnicutt, good sir," BJ admitted.
"And I'm Captain Pierce," Hawkeye got to the point. "And what can I do for you on this hot brutal day in South Korea?"
"We have a delivery for you two," the man told them. "I just need both of your signatures for a minute."
BJ got up and approached the guy as did Hawkeye, and both of them wrote their signatures out on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard.
"Thanks for this," the army man then hollered from outside. "OKAY MEN! BRING IT IN!"
Two more military men wearing light army clothing came in with what appeared to be an empty circular swimming pool. It was at least 4 feet deep, and it was large enough to swim in but small enough to fit into the Swamp. Hawkeye and BJ were shocked to see this, especially the former since he's been begging for a swimming pool not long before these guys came in to deliver one to them.
"BJ...Do you see that?" Hawkeye said slowly. "It's a swimming pool! I can't believe it! It's a real genuine swimming pool!"
"I can't believe it either," BJ shook his head. "Sir, why did we get this?"
"You remember that questionnaire that you filled out a few weeks ago?"
"That's right! The one that we filled out in that magazine," Hawkeye remembered. "Why do you ask?"
"Well you two won the contest, and you were granted a prize," the military man told them. "And the prize is this swimming pool!"
"Wow," Hawkeye sounded mesmerized. "This is a dream come true."
"Yeah," BJ trailed off slowly, not sure about what to think of this.
"Well, our business is done here, so we best be going. Have fun with that swimming pool."
"And thanks for giving it to us," Hawkeye thanked them. "Take care!"
With that, those men left the swamp and went straight for their jeep, where they left the 4077. Having made the proper delivery, they had no other business in the 4077, and they were needed elsewhere.
As soon as they were gone, the two captains could only stare at the swimming pool that was before them. There was no clue as to why they won this swimming pool, or if this was some lucky coincidence.
"So uh, what should we do?" BJ asked.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do, but I'm gonna use this pool right now," Hawkeye proclaimed.
"Uh, Hawk? What are we going to do with an empty 4 feet deep pool in the Swamp?" BJ brought up.
"Relax Beej. I've got it handled," Hawkeye brushed off confidently. "We can take it to the scrub room, fill it up with cold water, and we can take a swim in it!"
"But we can't let the others see this," Hunnicutt reminded him. "It'll be just like the time we used that Abercrombie & Fitch canvas bathtub in there! It wouldn't work!"
"Of course it'll work," Pierce insisted. "The reason that bathtub didn't work was because of how it was too small for us to used!"
"And the fact that Charles blabbed it to several people in the compound," BJ added.
"That isn't happening this time," Hawkeye told him. "Now come on! Let's get this into the scrub room and fill it up with water there!"
BJ could only roll his eyes. He wasn't sure if the heat was getting to Hawkeye's head, or if they are in desperate need to cool off, but this wouldn't work out. He decided not to argue with him though. So he got up and went over to help Pierce get the pool to the scrub room.
However, before they could do anything, Charles walked into the Swamp. Before he could say anything, he saw the two captains with the empty swimming pool right in front of him. Letting out a haughty chuckle, Charles felt the need to retort.
"Well, this is a charming surprise," he didn't hold back. "Either you two moronic boobs are turning this place into a literal swamp, or you are hoarding a swimming pool in our sleeping quarters."
"It is a swimming pool Charles," Hawkeye spat. "So do us a favor and take your culturally inclined lifestyle and shuffle off to Buffalo!"
"Not on your life Pierce," Charles scoffed. "In any case, just where did you get this swimming pool from, precisely?"
"We won it from a contest thanks to that questionnaire that we sent out after completing," BJ answered truthfully.
Charles took that in. He knew exactly which questionnaire they were referring to. And he had some part in it too.
"I see," he cleared his throat. "In any case, just what are you planning to do with my swimming pool?"
"Well, we..." Hawkeye paused when he heard what Charles said. "YOUR SWIMMING POOL!?"
"That's right, and I would kindly ask you to keep it down. That is unless you want to attract the attention of the riff-raff that's outside." Charles said calmly.
"In case you didn't notice, Beej and I were the ones given this swimming pool," Hawkeye told him.
"Yes. But I discretely remember correctly that it was I who filled out that questionnaire, and got every answer right. And knowing me, I require a little favor in return," Charles reminded them. "Therefore, I hereby declare this swimming pool to be the sole property of Charles Emerson Winchester III, which is me of course."
"Oh come on Charles. Don't be such a hoarder," BJ complained. "Have a heart for once, and let us use your pool."
"Ah, I can see where this is going," Charles rolled his eyes. "This is becoming a lot like the time we got that bathtub. And knowing that we'd hate a repeat of certain events, I have decided on a compromise. If you two goons allow me to have full ownership of this swimming pool, then I can let you two swim in it. Provided that when my turn comes to use it, you will have to vacate and I'll have it all to myself."
"And what if we refuse to let you use it," Hawkeye snorted.
"If it comes to that, then I will have no choice but to spread the rumor around about it," Charles blackmailed. "After all, we wouldn't want things to escalate all over again, now would we?"
"Real smart Charles," BJ huffed. "Blackmailing us to have time to use the pool yourself, or let everyone in the compound know about it."
"We either have a deal or not Hunnicutt." Charles was growing impatient.
BJ could only sigh in defeat. "I suppose we don't have a choice. But we still need to keep it a secret from the others, and we're gonna have to bring it to the scrub room for safekeeping."
"But what about Andrew?" Hawkeye reminded him of their other roommate. "He's also a member of the Swamp, and he should be filled in about this too."
"Yeah, that's a good point," remarked BJ. "We'll fill him in as soon as we can get to it."
"After we get to swim a couple of backstroke in this pool that is," Hawkeye proclaimed. "And maybe play water pool pranks too."
"Just remember gentlemen, I will know when it's my turn to use the pool," Winchester reminded them. "So keep your eyes on the clock."
"Sure Charles. Anything for our snobby roommate," Hawkeye huffed. "Come on Beej, let's get this to the scrub room!"
"I'm way ahead of you Hawk," BJ agreed. "Let's go."
With that, the two captains picked up the swimming pool and carried it out of the Swamp, and scurried to the scrub room without being caught. As Charles was alone, he was looking forward to how he was going to have the pool all to himself. And he set a proper time to do some too.
All he could do now was wait for the time to come...
IN THE SCRUB ROOM - AFTER SOME TIME HAS GONE BY...
The swimming pool was set up in the scrub room, where it was already filled up with water cool enough to take a refreshing dip in. Now because people will grow suspicious about there being a pool in the scrub room, Hawkeye and BJ had to settle on a plan; one of them would get to use it alone, and the other would have to stand outside to keep anyone out. It seemed vaguely familiar, but they want to keep people from ruining the fun.
Currently, Hawkeye was using the swimming pool in his swim trunks to cool off. He dove underwater several times to get rid of the sweat he was forming. What's more? He had a rubber duck to keep him company since BJ couldn't join him. And on top of all that, he found the need to sing obnoxiously loud, something that he couldn't help doing when swimming in a pool of water.
"Anchors aweigh, my boys! Anchors aweigh!" He sang while squeezing that rubber duck a couple of times. "I've got my brand new swimming pool, and now I'm on my way!"
BJ could hear him from the inside. And if he could hear, then it's sure that everyone else will overhear this. And he didn't want things to escalate again like that tub. Feeling desperate, BJ poked his head into the scrub room and told Hawkeye to pipe down.
"Keep it quiet, will ya? If you gotta sing, then sing underwater," BJ insisted.
"What am I, a fish?" Hawkeye joked. "I don't have gills."
"You know what I mean Hawk," BJ scoffed. "I don't want this to go downhill for us again. So keep quiet."
"Alright. I'll keep it down," Hawkeye exclaimed, squeezing the duck several times again. "It's not my fault that Charles claimed full ownership of this pool."
BJ could only roll his eyes at that as he stepped back outside while Hawkeye could sing and squeeze that duck, quietly this time.
Suddenly, BJ could see Father Mulcahy approaching the scene, feeling like he was standing in a sauna. BJ had to act fast and make sure he kept himself out of the scrub room to avoid any attention.
"Oh uh, hello there Father," BJ said nervously.
"Oh...hello BJ," the Padre said slowly.
"Is it hot enough for you today?" Hunnicutt asked suddenly.
"Purgatorial," Father Mulcahy sighed, wiping his forehead. "I like to think of it as a sinner's sneak preview."
"Either it feels like we're standing in a sauna, or it's hot enough to cook an egg on top of a jeep," BJ remarked.
"Yeah," the Padre tugged on his collar as an attempt to relieve himself from this blistering heat.
Just then, Hawkeye was heard inside singing Popeye the Sailor Man, but replacing Popeye with his own name, while squeezing that rubber duck multiple times. BJ attempted to tune this out by clearing his own throat loudly before getting to the point.
"So what can I do for you, Father?" He asked him nervously.
Father Mulcahy didn't take notice of his reaction, so he answered. "Well, seeing that the showers are occupied at the moment by other personnel trying to cool themselves off, I thought that I'd use the scrub sink to cool off and go soak my head as it were. That is if it isn't too much of a fathom to ask."
"Well, ain't that a coincidence," BJ laughed nervously. "Hawkeye and I thought of doing the same thing! He's doing it right now!"
Father Mulcahy started to frown as an eyebrow was raised. "Yes. He seems to be having quite a good time."
As Hawkeye continued singing, laughing, and squeezing that duck, the Padre started to piece this together. They were hiding something. Was it another bathtub?
"If I may be so bold, BJ, you're lying to the wrong fella," he furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you hoarding another bathtub in there?"
"Well technically, it isn't a bathtub," BJ said, holding his hands up. "It's something else."
"What else is there?"
"Uhhhh..."
"Stand aside BJ. I need to see this for myself," the Padre got BJ to enter the scrub room, where Hawkeye was laughing his head off.
"Uh...Hawkeye," BJ pointed. "We've been spotted."
"Why, you little devils!" Father Mulcahy scolded. "And I thought that the bathtub debacle caused such a riot! Now there's this?! A swimming pool?! I have a good mind to baptize you both in dirty water for trying this stunt again!"
"Good work Beej," Hawkeye retorted, standing up and getting out of the pool. "That's really keeping them out. Now we know how this'll go from here."
"Don't blame me, Hawk. He insisted on seeing it for himself," BJ defended before facing the Chaplin. "Forgive us, Father. We just didn't want a repeat of what happened before with the bathtub. We hope you understand."
"Oh I understand," Father Mulcahy sighed. "But it still would have been a blessing if you two could have had faith and trust in telling me about this."
"We would have loved to Father," Hawkeye groaned. "But apparently, our majesty Charles Emerson Winchester III claimed full ownership of this pool, and at a certain time, he wants to use the pool all to himself."
"And if we don't, he'll spread the word around to the others," BJ included.
"I see," the Padre calmed down. "In any case, would it be too much to ask for that I get to use the swimming pool too?"
"That depends on when King Winchester III wants to use the pool," Hawkeye retorted. "Aside from him, there's just me and BJ. You can have a turn in the pool as long as it isn't when Charles needs to use it."
"We tried to tell him that we should share the swimming. You know, all for one and one for all," BJ told him. "But he refused to share the ownership with his two roomies."
"That is obnoxious," Father Mulcahy said honestly. "I just hope it won't be too much trouble to use it at least one."
"Sure," BJ nodded. "But let's keep the gang down to four people, okay?"
"Oh, you're forgetting. I'm in the secret business. The bathtub might have gotten out, but this won't. Your secret is safe with me." Father Mulcahy admitted.
"Let's just hope that Charles is too," Hawkeye grunted. "Who knows who else will find out about this swimming pool."
Suddenly, a voice was heard outside, as it was approaching the scrub room.
"MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY! I HAVE A RESERVATION!" That voice belonged to Andrew, as he stormed into the scrub room desperately. He then got to see the pool for himself.
"Yes Andrew, it's exactly what you think it is," BJ groaned, shaking his head. "It's a swimming pool."
"Wow! The rumor that I was told is true," Andrew gawked. "There is a swimming pool in the scrub room!"
"Oh wait, lemme guess," Hawkeye snorted his question. "Did a little birdie tell you?"
"No. I found out from the birdie that I hit when I tee-off for a golfing tournament," Andrew answered in the most sarcastic tone he could muster up. "Of course a little birdie told me!"
"And who would that be, if I may ask?" BJ queried, knowing the answer to this, but wanted Andrew to say for himself.
"Two words Hunnicutt; Charles Winchester." Andrew deadpanned.
"Great! We just got this setup, and already he told someone about it," Hawkeye gripped.
"To be fair Hawk, Andrew is our other roommate, and he has every right to know about this," BJ reminded him. "After all, he did have to show us those kernels of popcorn that he got from his mom."
"Don't remind me of that Beej," Hawkeye rolled his eyes. "In any case Andrew, what are you wanting the swimming pool for?"
"Well Pierce, I wanted to make a reservation to use it, that is if it's okay by King Winchester himself," Andrew said.
"I think we can put you on the schedule." Hawkeye mused.
"Same here." BJ agreed.
"Good," Andrew sighed as a smile crept onto his face. "Oh, by the way, I want you to know that I made a reservation for two people to use this pool with Winchester. I have a swimming partner joining me when it's my turn."
"Really? Oh Andrew you naughty devil you," Hawkeye smirked playfully. "I know that I'm charming and good-looking, but don't get your hopes up."
Andrew had a startled expression on his face, as a faint blush of embarrassment appeared on his cheeks. "You're nuts Pierce! You're not my swimming partner! And neither is Hunnicutt or Father Mulcahy! And it's definitely not Winchester!"
"Okay," BJ sighed. "Then who is your swimming partner?"
Andrew was about to say it, but the answer was quickly given when Margaret stormed into the scrub room, looking just as desperate as Andrew was.
"I want it!" She cried out in a rather school-girl perky manner.
"As I said before, women tend to have that reaction when they want to see me naked," Hawkeye teased.
"PIERCE!" Andrew hollered at him for that vulgar comment he made towards his romantic partner. "That's my girlfriend your talking to! And she's also my swimming partner!"
"Wait, Margaret is your swimming partner?" BJ questioned.
"That's right," Andrew nodded. "I found out from Winchester that you guys had a swimming pool held here. He told Margaret, and I made a deal with him. If I let him get the pool to himself at a certain time, then I could make a reservation for two people to use it. That's me and Margaret."
"And besides, I haven't been to a swimming pool in ages," Margaret gushed. "Oh, I'm just gonna soak in it for hours. And with Andrew to tag along. It'll be marvelous."
"Careful Margaret. Don't drool on my rubber ducky," Hawkeye told her.
"Oh let her gush Pierce," Andrew insisted. "After all, it's only fair considering how we are given a time where we share the pool."
"Oh ho ho," Hawkeye grinned. "I can imagine all the playful dirty moments you two will take part in when you are in the pool together. And I'm sure that it'll be more than just swimming as partners."
"Oh stuff it, Pierce," Margaret rolled her eyes. "I just can't wait to use it with my darling boyfriend."
"Same here." Andrew smiled at her.
"I just hope that I can use the pool too, along with the young couple," Father Mulcahy replied sheepishly.
"All six of us will be able to use it," Hawkeye assured. "There will be five schedules for us, with our young couple sharing one."
"I just hope that Charles doesn't spread this around by announcing it on Armed Forces Radio," BJ sighed.
"Relax Hunnicutt," Andrew ensured him. "It's just us. Who else could find out about it?"
Just then, Klinger stormed into the scrub room and hollered. "What's this about a swimming pool in the scrub room that I'm hearing about!?"
"Does that answer your question?" Hawkeye retorted.
"Let me guess," Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. "A certain Winchester told you about it too, right Klinger?"
"Wow. Is there a fortune teller here or something? Yes. Winchester told me." Klinger sounded surprised. "But how did you know?"
"He told me about it after I got back into the Swamp. And he told Margaret which led to me making a reservation for me and my swimming partner." Andrew answered.
"And so Charles further complicates things," Hawkeye groaned.
"Pretty soon we'll never get to use it," BJ moaned. "Especially when Charles claims it to himself."
"And I suppose you want to use the pool too, right Klinger?" Andrew took a guess.
"Are you kidding? I've always wanted to swim in a pool again! I used to go to the Community Pool in Toledo where I would always do a cannonball into the pool," Klinger proclaimed. "I can't wait to cannonball into this pool!"
"But Klinger, this pool is only 5 feet deep. It won't be able to support a cannonball," Hawkeye reminded him. "Unless you want to leave a massive hole in the center of the pool."
"Just like the hole that's in the center of your head," Margaret snorted.
"Come on guys! I won't go too crazy with it! Honest," Klinger begged. "Besides, I didn't get to use the bathtub at all when I was wearing winter clothes during a heatwave."
"Probably because you were committing one of your Section 8 schemes," Hawkeye brought up.
"Not to mention the fact that you stormed in when I was in the middle of a bubble bath," Margaret hissed. "I wasn't wearing any clothes you creep! And you took over!"
Andrew felt a massive blush forming on his face from an image that popped up in his head. He had to cover it with his hat, as Klinger apologized.
"And I said I was sorry for that! It was literally a heat at the moment Major," Klinger defended. "Besides, I don't think I'll ever do that again."
"In any case, what will we do if more people find out about this," BJ queried.
"Well if you ask me for advice, we could always try to keep it under wraps until further notice," Father Mulcahy suggested.
"Yeah. That would go real swell with Charles," Hawkeye rolled his eyes. "He wouldn't take that decision well."
"But uhh...would that mean that all reservations are off," Andrew said after gulping, removing his hat from his face as that blush faded. "It would be unfair if this was all for nothing, especially since I want to use the pool with Margaret."
"In that case," Margaret suggested, walking over next to Andrew. "I think we should keep a lid on this so it doesn't get out of hand."
"That means no talking about it in front of the nurses in the mess tent Margaret," Hawkeye reminded her of what happened before.
"Right," Margaret huffed, rolling her eyes at that mistake.
"I just have to wonder what the others will think about this," Klinger brought up, as they stood there. "How do you think the Colonel will react to this?"
IN COLONEL POTTER'S OFFICE:
"YOU WHAT?!" Colonel Potter bellowed pretty loud.
"Now, sir, let's not get excited," Klinger had revealed. "It's just a swimming pool. It's in the scrub room, and only a few people know about it! What's the worst thing that could happen?"
"A lot of things Klinger," Potter slammed his fist onto the table. "Damn! Ain't this a fine howdy-do? As if we didn't have enough problems with the bathtub, now we get a swimming pool! In other words, we got ourselves a second wet elephant on our hands."
"Now let's not jump to conclusions Colonel," Klinger assured him. "I don't think that word about the pool will get out to everyone in the compound. So there should be no worries."
"I'd like to believe that Klinger," Colonel Potter sighed. "But this is the same compound that overreacted over some simple popcorn."
"I got that sir," Klinger promised. "But rest assured, I won't tell anyone, and the others won't either. Not even Winchester will utter a word."
"You best make sure they don't," Potter told him. "I'm up to my elbows in sweat from this blistering heat. The last thing I need is to have more commotion and fights take place over who gets to use the swimming pool."
"I'll make sure that things don't get out of control sir."
"Oh Klinger, how I wish that would be true," Colonel Potter groaned. "But things have a way of getting out somehow. I think that it's only a matter of time before everyone finds out about this..."
AFTER SOME TIME HAD PASSED - AT THE 4077:
Turns out Colonel Potter wasn't wrong about word leaking out. It only took a couple of hours before everyone in the compound found out about it. All it took was a small slipup to cause the commotion to build into a tower. Things were starting to get chaotic, and debates were being held as to who gets to the pool at what time.
As for Winchester himself, he had no official way of claiming the pool for himself now, seeing that he was outnumbered greatly by everyone else. It cursed him to know that the others in the compound learned about it, thus ruining his chance at using the pool by his lonesome.
And the madness didn't stop there. There was now a waiting line to what could be considered the shower tent, where the swimming pool was relocated for privacy reasons. And by the looks of it, the line was getting pretty long.
"Come on," Charles grumbled, wearing his bathrobe. "Will this line ever get moving?"
"Oh lighten up Winchester," Andrew said, standing right behind him in some blue swim trunks, a white undershirt, and a blue towel to go with it. "It's nice to know that I'm not the center of this latest debate."
"Easy for you to say," Winchester rolled his eyes. "I can't even get the pool to myself as I had scheduled."
"Well it wouldn't have happened if this didn't get out," Andrew sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now the consequences are taking place because of it."
Charles could only curse under his breath as nothing else was said by the Bostonian surgeon.
"Excuse me, sir," one of the doctors behind him got his attention, pointing to the gap between him and Andrew. "Can I go up right behind you?"
"Why don't you buzz off and stay back," Andrew growled. "This empty spot is reserved for my swimming partner."
"And who is your swimming partner?" The doctor dared to ask.
"I'M HERE!" That voice belonged to Margaret, who came racing over and went right behind Andrew. "Sorry I took so long. I had to find the right bathing suit for our turn in the pool."
That unnamed doctor had his own question answered as he backed away. "I'll buzz off."
Andrew got a good look at his girlfriend and noticed that she was wearing a pink bathrobe, and had a pink towel on hand. It seems that her bathing suit was underneath.
"Uhhh Margaret," he got her attention. "You're wearing your bathing suit underneath your bathrobe, right?"
"That's right," Margaret nodded with a smirk. "You can peek for a quick second, okay?"
"Okay," Andrew nodded absentmindedly.
She then showed him what was underneath for a split second. From what Andrew did see, she was wearing a red-violet strap bikini and red-violet flexible panties. As a special addition, both cups of the bikini also had a hot pink kiss mark right in the center. Andrew noticed it before sweating.
"Wow. Hot Lips, right?" Andrew asked in such a barely audible voice.
"You know it," she smirked, closing her bathrobe over her body again. "Don't worry darling. You'll get to see more of it when it's our turn to use the pool."
"I can hardly wait, dear." Andrew mused happily. He also could have sworn that something was stirring up inside of him, but he put it to the side for now.
"Come on already!" Winchester howled. "Let's get this line moving already!"
The others in line also argued about wanting this line to get a move on. In the front of the line was one Sergeant Rizzo, wearing his trademark hat, was in his swim trunks, and was barring a cigar in his mouth. He was in front of the line, and he had just about enough of waiting.
"Whoever is in there better hurry up," Rizzo hollered with that raspy voice of his. "I'd like to get my turn of spending some time in the good old bayou."
The person who was in there was Father Mulcahy. He was kinda peeved about Rizzo's impatience.
"Rizzo, why don't you take that cigar and stuff it," he said rather harshly. "It is rather rude of me to say this, but I've had it up to here with your bickering!"
"Whoa! Father! Sorry if I offended the Lord," Rizzo had his hands up. "All I wanted was some quality time in that grand spanking swimming pool."
"You'll get your turn! Just be patient!" Father Mulcahy scolded. "Is it a sin for me to want to cool off in this pool?! I have rights too you know! So quit rushing me!"
With that, the Padre went back in his tent as the others in the line were all bickering once again at this. This was going to be a long wait...
LATER ON THAT DAY - IN COLONEL POTTER'S OFFICE:
"Yes? I see," Potter was on the phone as Hawkeye and BJ were in his office. "I understand. I guess that it can't be helped. Yeah. Alright. We'll be here. See you in a bit. Bye."
Colonel Potter hung up the phone and put it back into its socket as he faced the two captains.
"Well boys, it seems that there was a mix-up in the prize that you two won," Potter informed them. "The swimming pool was meant to go to a different M*A*S*H unit, and not ours."
"Ah, a little case of switcheroo," Hawkeye scoffed. "Now why didn't I think of that with Charles?"
"Because he'd be in a different unit from us," BJ shrugged.
"Be serious guys," Potter got them back on track. "The real prize was supposed to be a huge freezer box!"
"Freezer box? What could be so good about a freezer box that makes it better than a swimming pool," BJ wondered.
"Besides stuffing our own heads into it of course," Hawkeye added. "Or in this case, Charles'."
"How about this," Potter revealed. "A little treat that we like to call 'ice cream'."
"Ice cream," Hawkeye was surprised. "Is that what you said, Colonel? Pure, natural, all-style ice cream?"
"That's right." The colonel nodded.
"That's fantastic," BJ sounded ecstatic. "When are we expecting it to get here?"
"They should be here in a couple of hours," Colonel Potter got up from his chair. "In the meantime, I suggest we put an end to the waiting line outside in regards to the swimming pool. As of now, the pool is closed."
"As much as I hate to admit, it's just about done," Hawkeye sighed. "Better go tell the others."
"They will be so disappointed though," BJ said.
"They'll get over it," Potter told them simply.
They then left the office to tell everyone in line about this new update. They wondered how everyone would take this...
BACK OUTSIDE - IN THE 4077:
The line had changed quite a bit after some time had passed. It was mostly unnamed doctors and nurses making up the line. Plenty of people got to use the pool as it stands, and most of them were satisfied to cool off in it. Still, some of the others wanted a chance to use it, but their hopes were going to be dashed as the colonel came to the scene with Hawkeye and BJ accompanying him.
"Excuse me, everybody in the waiting line! I'm afraid I have some bad news!" Potter broke it out to them. "The swimming pool we have was not to be in this M*A*S*H unit! It's for a different unit, and we have to give it up! That means anyone else who didn't get to use it yet, too bad! Your luck has run out!"
This resulted in the people complaining about this.
"We're awfully sorry, but we are getting another treat to make up for this," Hawkeye assured them.
"So this means we're breaking up this line, and you are all to go back to your usual duties," Potter told them.
"Who is in the swimming pool right now, anyway?" BJ had to ask.
"Oh! I believe it's Major Peterson and his swimming partner Hot Lips Houlihan," one of the nurses pointed out.
"They seem to be having fun in there," a doctor in line commented.
"Alright. They are the last ones who can use the pool," Potter sighed. "After them, the pool is closed permanently."
Again, more whines and complaints were echoed throughout the compound as they disperse and a line was no longer there.
"Well, now that that's taken care of, let's round up the rest of our main crew," Potter told the two captains.
"Yeah," BJ agreed as they rounded up the other members of the main crew. "By the way, what do you think Andrew and Margaret are doing together anyway?"
"With them, anything is possible," Hawkeye had a naughty smirk. "Although I think I know exactly what they are doing together..."
Inside the shower tent, we see Andrew and Margaret enjoying their time in the pool together. They seemed pretty satisfied with what they were doing. As this was going on, Andrew couldn't help but admire the bikini that the head nurse was wearing for him, since they were given some privacy. He was gazing at the kiss marks that were on the cups of her bikini.
The longer he looked at them, the more he felt some pleasure of being with Margaret in this pool. A lot of different thoughts popped into his head as a result. And he was also getting this warm and fuzzy sensation in his heart, and other locations of his body.
He suddenly felt something stiffen up as he looked down towards his trunks.
A bulge formed in between his legs.
Feeling flustered and embarrassed, he decided to change the focus onto something else before Margaret notices it. Swimming over to his partner, he decided to strike a discussion, anything to distract from this position.
"You know something, Margaret? I have to look back at how far we came," Andrew started. "I have to be perfectly honest, a lot of good has come out of this. Had I not been stationed to the 4077, I wouldn't have been able to learn about this place, and I wouldn't get to know about you."
"I know what you mean darling," she agreed. "I'm happy that you were stationed to the 4077 Andrew."
"Me too dear," he smiled. "We have really grown close together."
She nodded at that before her glance caught attention to something peculiar; specifically towards Andrew. She took notice of the bulge forming and a look of mischief sparkled in her eyes.
"That's not the only thing that grew honey," she said, eying the bulge in his trunks.
It didn't take long for him to figure out what she was referring to, and what she was looking at. He saw that the bulge never went away, and he looked absolutely embarrassed by it.
"I'm so sorry that you had to see that," he apologized in a humiliated manner, cheeks flaring up.
"Don't apologize for that Andrew," Margaret assured, getting close to him. "Nature is just taking its course. Besides, I've seen worse from many of the men who came here wounded and whatnot. It's nothing that I haven't seen before. Plus, we are given complete privacy. No one will see us, honey."
"Oh, but Margaret..."
"Shhhh... It's natural," she shushed him. "Your a grown man after all. All men your age will fall into these temptations. Plus, I know you mean well and you aren't doing this on purpose."
"I...I guess your right," Andrew sighed shamefully. "I just feel so humiliated that I could've made you uncomfortable like this."
"I'm not uncomfortable at all. You're a sweet, wonderful man Andrew," Margaret cooed. "And besides, I think I know how we can fix that bulge."
As Andrew muttered, it clicked in his head. He figured out exactly what Margaret was referring to. Feeling sweat build onto his forehead, he had the urge to mutter.
"D-Dear...Are...Are you trying to say t-that w-we...we should...?"
"Yes," she nodded with a seductive smirk on her face. "I think we should play hanky panky together. Don't you want to play hanky panky with me, darling?"
"Well..." he gulped anxiously. "Only if you are comfortable with it."
"I'm comfortable with playing hanky panky with you. You are sweet and tender. Are you comfortable with it?"
"Yes," Andrew whispered. "But only if we can keep our bathing suits on while doing it?"
"Sure," she smiled warmly. "Ready, darling?"
Andrew nodded as Margaret grabbed him and brought him close to her. As Andrew let out one more gulp before the fun could begin, only one thought rang loud and clear through his head.
HOLY MACKEREL!
BACK OUTSIDE:
"You can't be serious Colonel," Winchester was arguing with the Colonel. "Are you trying to say that I should part with this swimming pool and give up the ownership that I so rightfully deserve!?"
"Well, when you put it that way, yes." Potter didn't hesitate to answer bluntly.
"Sorry Charles. Guess your gonna have to find a new business hobby," Hawkeye quirked sarcastically.
"You gain some, you lose some," BJ said.
"Absurd! This is treacherous amongst the Winchester name! I hereby deny being parted from this pool! IT SHALL REMAIN UNDER MY CUSTODY FOR AS LONG AS I AM STUCK IN THIS HELL HOLE!"
"Cool yourself off Winchester," Potter retorted. "You'll get yourself a heat stroke."
"Or better yet, why don't you put your head into a freezer," Hawkeye suggested. "Then you can get a brain freeze to cool off your egotistical mind."
"Anything is worth a shot," BJ shrugged.
"I honestly think it'd be wise to give up the swimming pool," Father Mulcahy said. "Provided that everyone else here doesn't resort to greed and selfishness, two sins that the Lord does not approve of."
"We'll see about that Padre," Colonel Potter exclaimed.
Just then, another jeep pulled into the compound and it stopped right in front of the group. The same military man from before stepped out. After some salutes were exchanged, they got down to business.
"Afternoon sir," Potter greeted. "And what can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm here to pick up the pool that was dropped off here," he got to the point. "Do you know what it is?"
"It's in the shower tent," Potter then decided to warn. "I must warn you though, our residential couple of this compound is using it right now. You can take possession of it when they are done."
"I see sir," the man accepted that answer. "Also, that special treat that was meant for this unit, was dropped off in your office."
"Very well. I'll check into it as soon as you leave with your swimming pool," Sherman Potter proclaimed.
"I still can't believe that I have to part with this pool," Charles grumbled.
"Lighten up Charles," Hawkeye told him. "Remember, there are plenty of pools in the sea."
"Or land, however you want to put it," BJ said.
"I wonder what the big surprise in the Colonel's office could be?" Father Mulcahy queried.
"You'll find out in a few minutes," Colonel Potter smiled.
"THAT'S IT!" Klinger howled. "I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER! I GOT TO USE THAT POOL BEFORE WE GET RID OF IT!"
Before anyone could stop him, he raced straight for the shower tent and barged in there abruptly. Needless to say, this didn't sit well with Andrew and Margaret.
"WHOA! KLINGER! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?"
"KLINGER! AHHHH! KLINGER, YOU PERVERT!"
It was then both Andrew and Margaret raced out of the shower tent, with Andrew's towel covering his body, while Margaret had her bathrobe on and her towel was wrapped around her hair. Both of them were red in the face. They looked like they were caught committing a scandalous scheme. The fun that they were doing together really showed on their faces.
"Wow, what's with you two," Colonel Potter asked. "Your faces look as red as a tomato garden."
"You two must've been having fun in there before Klinger stormed in there," BJ commented.
"Frankly, it doesn't matter what they were doing," Charles huffed. "It's over anyway."
"Oh don't be like that Charles," Hawkeye chastised him. "What were you two doing in there anyway? Having fun? Kissing? Cuddling? Playing some hanky panky?"
Their blushes deepened at the last thing, which answered the question.
"It was hanky panky? You two were playing hanky panky, were you?" He pried. "Ah! Ah! It's official! They were playing hanky panky in the pool together!"
"Okay Pierce," Andrew panted. "Margaret and I might've played some hanky panky in the swimming pool."
"But that's none of your business," Margaret huffed.
Before Hawkeye could say something, the sound of Klinger making an announcement caught their attention.
"Alright guys, for the finale, I'm gonna do a cannonball right into this pool!" The company clerk declared.
"NO WAIT KLINGER! DON'T!" Andrew hollered as they all went over to the shower tent.
"CANNONBALL!" Klinger then went and did the cannonball, and the others knew how things would turn out.
This isn't going to end well... Andrew shook his head.
Then just as expected, a large plow was heard in the shower tent, which was followed by all the water from the pool seeping through from underneath the door. The others saw this and figured out what happened.
After all the water came out, the door opened up, and emerging from it was Klinger, who had a couple of bruises on his face, and wrapped around his neck was the now broken swimming pool, which has a simple hole in the center.
"Good going Klinger," Andrew chastised him. "Now you ruined the pool for everyone else."
"Not that it matters son," Potter spoke up. "The pool is no longer ours anyway."
"Sorry about that guys," Klinger apologized as Hawkeye and BJ pried the pool off of him. "I really goofed this time."
"Yeah, but we'll get over it," Andrew shrugged casually.
"Besides, since the pool belongs to Charles, I think it's fair that he gets to keep it," Hawkeye insisted.
"Uhhh, on second thought gentlemen, due to a mishap committed by the local boob," Winchester stepped down. "It is safe to say that I won't be maintaining ownership of this pool after all. Therefore, it is no longer my property, and thus no longer my problem."
"In that case," BJ handed it over to that military man. "I believe this belongs to you, sir."
"Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically, wondering how he's going to explain this to his boss. That some loco Corporal dove into it and made a gaping hole in the center? How could he be sure that this was a Section 8 attempt? They will never know.
Nevertheless, the guy took ownership of the pool again and decided to head back to the headquarters for further instructions. He got into the jeep with the damaged pool and left the compound. As soon as he left, the silence returned amongst the group. This continued until Andrew had something to say.
"Uhhh, I think I'm gonna need to get these swim trunks washed in the laundry tent," Andrew admitted in embarrassment. "My trunks are a little wet, and it's not just from swimming either..."
"I need to get my bathing suit washed in the laundry tent too," Margaret agreed. "They are also feeling wet, and it's not just from swimming in the pool."
Andrew and Margaret exchanged looks with each other before heading back to their respective tents, and they would regroup after drying up and changing into decent clothes where they would then head to the laundry tent to have those bathing clothes scrubbed and washed up.
Once they were gone, the rest of them stood standing until Colonel Potter suggested as to what they should do.
"Come on. Let's head to my office," he motioned them to follow, which they did.
They were in for a treat once they see what the surprise was...
IN COLONEL POTTER'S OFFICE:
"Well, don't leave us in suspense any longer," Father Mulcahy said, as they were in front of the freezer box that came in. "Tell us what the surprise is."
"Indeed. I could use some enlightenment after having lost that swimming pool," Winchester agreed.
"What's the surprise sir," Klinger wondered, as his face was pretty much cleaned up from earlier.
"Hold onto your hats folks. This one is a doozy," Potter explained. "What inside this freezer box is a whole bunch of genuine...ice cream."
"Wait, wait, wait Colonel. Did I just hear you correctly? Did you just say ice cream?" Charles had to double-check to see if this was true.
"That's right Winchester." Sherman Potter nodded. "The 4077 has gotten some ice cream."
"Ice cream, you say? That sounds remarkable sir," Father Mulcahy expressed his excitement.
"Yeah, everyone here needs this stuff after the heatwave we've been getting," Klinger commented.
"I know. And from what I was told, there one of every flavor in here, so everyone should be satisfied," Colonel Potter told them.
"You know, it's amazing," Hawkeye commented. "I screamed, and as a result, we got some ice cream in our unit."
"Couldn't have happened to a better compound," BJ agreed with him.
"I must say, that this is a delicate treat we were given to make up for what we've been through," Charles remarked.
"I can hardly wait to have some," the Padre remarked. "I'm already thanking the Lord for blessing us with his gift to our unit."
"I'll say," Klinger smiled. "This is one of the best things to have happened in our M*A*S*H unit."
"You bet it is," Potter remarked as Andrew stepped into the office. "Everyone in this compound is going to be given a fresh bowl of cold, delicious ice cream."
"What," Andrew queried, getting their attention. "We got ice cream sent to this unit?"
"That's what I said, Major," Potter confirmed this.
"Really? That's amazing," Andrew seemed pretty happy. "I don't even remember the last time I had ice cream!"
"Believe me, Andrew, this isn't the first time that the M*A*S*H 4077 had given some ice cream out," Hawkeye commented.
"I see," Andrew decided not to think too much into that. "In any case, I think it's the perfect time for ice cream. It might help us with the heatwave that we've been dealing with!"
All of them made comments about it, showing that they agree with him. A smile crept onto Major Peterson's face.
"Wait until Margaret hears about this," Andrew exclaimed. "I think she'll love it."
"Speaking of whom, how is she doing," Klinger asked.
"She's fine. She's in the laundry tent washing our bathing suits. I had offered to take care of them for us, but she insisted on doing it instead," Andrew said. "I couldn't turn down her courteous act, so I decided to let her do it."
"I see. I was just asking because she seemed a little creeped out when I stormed into the shower tent while you two were in the pool together," Klinger said shamefully. "I'm really sorry about that Major."
"Look Klinger, let's just forget that it ever happened," Andrew sighed.
"Okay, if that's what you want sir." Klinger went with it.
"Good." Andrew smiled, glad that they got that over with.
Afterwards, discussions were held to see who would want what type of ice cream tonight. This was going to be a treat for everyone...
LATER ON THAT NIGHT - IN MARGARET'S TENT:
That evening, we see Hot Lips Houlihan in her tent, waving a fan in her face to cool off. She had some mixed emotions about what happened in the swimming pool. She loved playing hanky panky with Andrew. But what she didn't like was how Klinger stormed into the shower tent and drove them off. She wasn't pleased with being interrupted like that when she was showing Andrew just how much of a real man he is.
She had hung up their bathing clothes, and they were left to air dry. Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door, which got her attention.
"Klinger, if that's you, then get lost," she warned. "Before I take one of my army boots and throw it at you."
"I'm not Klinger! It's me Margaret, Andrew!" Andrew's voice was heard.
Margaret softened up as she realized it was just her boyfriend. "Oh come in here Andrew!"
With that, Andrew opened the door, and in his hands were two bowls of ice cream, complete with two spoons. One was for himself, and the other was for Margaret, as a treat.
"Andrew, I washed out both of our bathing clothes and they are hanging up right now to dry. You can take yours back to the Swamp once they are completely dry." Margaret told him.
"Thanks for that. And to show you that I truly appreciate your gesture, I have a treat for you," Andrew said. "I got both of us a bowl of ice cream, with a spoon for each of us. I figured that we could have some ice cream together."
"Oh, why thank you, darling," the head nurse thanked him. "But where did we get ice cream from?"
"Well it was given to us as an exchange for the swimming pool that we thought was ours but it really wasn't," Andrew explained. "So this stuff came in a freezer box, and everyone is being given some."
"Well, that's sweet." She smiled. "Take a seat."
Andrew took a seat right next to Margaret as he gave her her bowl of ice cream and the spoon that goes with it.
"Margaret, I just want to say I'm sorry for what happened in the swimming pool. I didn't think that Klinger would have been foolish enough to drive us out and dive into it to the point where he ruined it." Andrew apologized.
"Oh don't be sorry, sweetie," Margaret insisted. "I was also startled that Klinger did that. Then again, I'm not too surprised, seeing that he did that before with the bathtub."
"I can see that," Andrew rubbed his arm sheepishly, before taking a scoop of ice cream. "Also dear, I just want to say that what we did in the pool when we played hanky panky...I...I loved playing it with you."
This got Margaret to smirk. "I'm glad you did Andrew. You are a gentle and modest man who isn't fresh. You deserve to have whatever any man like you should have. And I loved it too."
"Come to think of it, are there any other men out there who are just like me," Andrew asked.
"Not that I know of. And if there are, then I haven't found one as brave and sweet as you," Hot Lips remarked.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that," Andrew smiled. "Because I deserve to be with you."
"You're damn right you do," she encouraged. "And I deserve to be with you."
Andrew grinned as he ate some ice cream with Margaret following his lead. Both of them were impressed with it.
"Mmmmmm, this is really good," Margaret complimented. "They actually got some good ice cream."
"I was thinking the same thing." Andrew agreed. "I'm happy that we got this treat."
"Me too," she then went and kissed him on the mouth when they weren't eating. "Love you, darling."
"Love you too, dear," Andrew said as they resumed eating.
They spent most of the night eating their ice cream, as well as talking and cooling off together. Andrew had no idea how many treats were coming to the 4077, but he knew one thing for damn sure.
It was worth being with Margaret every step of the way...
END OF CHAPTER 21...
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