C'EST LA GUERRE (38)

Another quiet day, only routine, that golden routine own of power. I understand that the Moors installed fountains with the murmur of water in their palaces and gardens. On days like this, power needs some sound in the environment, any suggestions that by the way, in the modern times are more abundant.

It is clear: the catastrophe lasts little, in this case the last war of the History has little time, it is short, just a few days of activity, nerves, even intelligent or risky decisions, emotions.. a few days that lead power inevitably to this golden routine where everything is perfect, This "aurea mediocritas"  (I must leave the Latin language as psychiatry Colonel advised me). I understand that since the twentieth century popes can leave the Vatican frecuently, in its golden wrapper routine because it there is also outside.

For that reason power is unnecessary because empties itself almost automatically. Power needs to limit situations which it causes but it is unimaginably self-protected  against such extreme situations, precisely. Now everyone is "democratic" but democracy is losing the battle for— by power, which also exists throughout the world, strongly rooted in the Neanderthal residues. Power is armored against democracy so democracy is rather  "canned".

I had a farewell dinner with the colonel. Like in the movie, "..it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship ..." I´m very sorry not to have accompanied him to the airport (military air base) since rank´s things, are not exactly friendly things
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We are on the Mediterranean coast of the country on a beautiful beach blue by the sea, golden by its sand, turquoise on its shore and salt in the air... this air scented by sea salt. All immersed under the sun. as a sandy desert of thrills, strong sensations, vitality, the body back to nature. Or like an oasis in the jungle. We are naked and I.. sincerely.. with my cock (I am field marshal and president of the military government) not completely inhibited by the sun caressing on all my skin and also specially, by the proximity of my wonderful Lieutenant secretary,..  also naked. My high rank does not cause these feelings, this excitement .. it is another matter. I regret not having asked the Colonel about the power´s erotica.

At this moment she approaches me after swimming in the sea. The escort (several vehicles) is within walking distance but enough for discretion. The lieutenant has a cute toilet kit with its things and the issue of connections and contacts, whether to give or receive orders. Also the escort management.

I tell her:

— I always had thought Lieutenant, that the military uniform was very flattering to you.

— Thank you, sir — She answers me pleased and smiling.

And how is that we are here, by the sea the Lieutenant and me on work schedule? To do not speak Latin during my dreams, I decided in the middle of the tedium of the office, (the prison,) to go to the nudist coast . The lieutenant said that because it was in working hours she must follow me with pleasure and with the shorthand notebook available.
More pleased than displeased I authorized her to go with me on this trip to the beach.

Said and done and here we are.

When we left the vehicles and the escort, (It were not Ford), I was in bathing suit and she wearing a nice bikini. When we reached the chosen place, I took off my clothes. She also removed her bikini; then I found myself before a sculpture that had life, movement .. coquettish and having to do a brutal effort of self-control as in my toughest combat situations. With the neuter voice own of my difficult job, I said her:

— Lieutenant, it´s not necessary..

— Thank you, sir — she said — If the president is naked, too should be it his secretary, otherwise it would be absurd, sir.

— Thank you, Lieutenant.— I said.

— Oh, never mind, sir — she said — I'm naturist and nudist by my family. I have had a naturist education.

Again very pleased I thought she was right, it is still far the day when all we shall be nothing more than people.