I found her by the last ambulance in the row. Whatever romantic novels suggest, young men and women in war, who have been without real sex for months, don’t waste time in flirtation. The only thing she said as she preceded me into the back of the van was ‘When was the last time you had a woman?’ I told her it was with my CO’s wife over a year before. She laughed, said ‘Good’ and then her arms were round my shoulders, her mouth crushed to mine and her thighs clinging to my waist. She was a lithe thing and I had no trouble getting my hands under her buttocks to support her. Beneath the long linen nurse’s skirt she was naked. My fingers felt hair and moistness. There was the unique aroma of a woman on heat. Somehow, we got her bottom against a stretcher frame and liberated the object of her desire. We were both laughing and panting with lust at the same time.
- Billy's Long Game, Bruno Phillips