1. SAMSON ACE

A Chapter by ETERNITY

"Samson, I demand you drop and give me fifty!"

His commanding officer just happened to be a woman.

Samson dropped and his perspective was nifty!

Quietly, Samson decided to stifle his foaming.

The officer was wearing black nylons and garters,

Samson felt himself on a downward spiral.

Samson dropped his gaze but couldn't forget her.

Her white thong made him want a taco badly!

The soft dough on each side holding all that meat inside,

The dollop of creme plopped right there in the middle.

Samson stuck out his tongue and said, "just for some fun,

Let's put that taco open side down on the griddle!

Samson still has long hair, it provides him great strength!

While the tacos are heating, he is getting ready.

Samson is a gentleman as long as anybody sees him

But Delilah still has plans, and for him she wears a teddy.

"Oh my gosh!" thought Delilah as she casually walked by a shirtless and sweaty Samson as he was finishing his reps. She glanced at him as soon as she knew he was looking at her.

"Sorry you lost rank, MR Samson! Seems as if one of the soldiers you've out-muscled was watching for when you made the slightest mistake," Delilah spun on her steel toed black boots to walk by by him again.

She stopped and squatted beside him. Every time he lowered his body to touch his nose to the concrete floor, his commanding officer whispered,

"Soldier Samson, now you are...

No longer big man on base"...

She noticed stray hairs from under his cap,

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Delilah yelled and snatched off Samson's cap.

His hair fell to his shoulders. He rolled onto his back to face her reprimand.

"Just because you made rank, you thought you were beyond the base rules for this unit?"

Delilah's breath caught tight in her chest. Samson looked magnificent!

Samson peered up at Delilah and grinned, his black moustache outlining his full lips, making them seem fuller; Delilah felt herself losing the discipline she'd let herself be brainwashed with while serving the Army.

"I ain't Loretta Swit," she told herself and made sure her top button was fastened on her uniform.

"Yeah, I've heard," said Samson,"I think you're better than old Hot Lips."

Delilah searched her mind for the correct thing to say to a now subordinate,

"Samson Ace. I know the guys call you 'Alpha' but "I" am the alpha here. You got me?"

"Gotcha," Samson spoke, careful to keep the tone of his voice to a non emotional tone. He already had two strikes against him and one more would get him booted out before he could finish his ten years for retirement.

Samson was too young to retire from a civilian job. But that's one reason he'd chosen to serve,

"I want to do my time and be free after ten years to do what I want. But they wanted to cut my hair and I'm not having that!"

Samson pulled all his hair back into a ponytail and tucked it under his cap again.

As he was tucking the remaining hairs back underneath the band of the cap, he said,

"Do you realize you are Delilah to me, Samson?" Samson chuckled and searched Delilah's eyes for a response.

Delilah steered her feelings about to rage out of control,

"Don't pat yourself on the back. You are just my soldier, Ace, to train to kill without remorse. Now hit the showers."

"Check." Samson decided to shower in his motel room he'd rented for the weekend and immediately left the barracks.

Delilah watched him go, more stray hairs loosening from his cap,

"I hope you make it, Ace," she said and shook her head, "Alpha."

II.

The next day, Delilah heard a group of soldiers in the hall before the entrance to the commissary,

"Whatsamatter ACE? Your girlfriend won't give you NO TACO?"

Delilah poked her head close to the wall so she could see around the corner.

Samson was leaned against the cinder block wall with the phone still in his hand. His head was lowered like he was looking at the floor.

Delilah walked over to the guys. They all stood at attention except for Samson.

Delilah said, "Dismissed," and the guys walked away, heading for chow.

Delilah stood by Samson who hadn't moved.

She eased the phone from his hand and hung it up.

Samson still didn't move. His hand just remained there as if time had stopped.

Delilah barked softly,

"Tell me what's eating you, Ace. That's an order, soldier."

Samson glanced up briefly, then back down again,

"I'm due to leave base in a few weeks. My tour is up and now my moms says she is leaving the country on a Caribbean cruise."

Delilah leaned in close and said,

"What about your girl? I know you've got a girl. I've heard you talking to her on the phone."

Samson melted and sat slowly on the floor, putting his head into his palms and said,

"She's done with me. She says she doesn't want any children and I'm just a big baby as far as she's concerned."

Delilah tilted her head suspiciously,

"That's probably it, Ace. I've heard you say you want kids."

"No," Samson looked up at his commanding officer, "She claims I'm a loser for the two strikes. Says I'll never make it out of my tour without losing my temper again. She says she's afraid of me."

Delilah sat right down on the floor beside Ace, crossing her legs to put her paperwork on her lap to cover any views up her skirt,

"She sounds like a contradiction to me, Ace."

Samson looked at Delilah and smiled,

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better."

"Tell you what, Ace," Delilah put her hand on Samson's arm, "When your tour here is over, you can rent a room in my house if you want. Strictly landlord-tenant. I cannot fraternize with soldiers but when you become a civilian, I can certainly rent out a room to you."

Samson covered Delilah's small hand with his bigger one, surprised how soft she felt. He had seen Delilah even climb the ropes. She was no sissy although skirts and blouses with jackets were Army protocol, he knew she'd rather dress in hip hugger shorts and a muscle shirt with no bra. He had seen her dig ditches during vacation time. Delilah was no slacker. Plus, she was 'kinda' pretty, maybe even sexy when she loosened the tight braids she kept pinned to the top of her head under her Army cap.

Delilah jerked her hand from under Samson's,

"You are still in the Army, soldier."

Her nerves were jumping and she had a hard time maintaining her seniority.

Samson put his hand back over Delilah's. This time she did not flinch,

"Commander, I'd be honored to have you as my landlord when I'm finished my time."

Delilah remembered how Samson's long, dark hair had fallen to his shoulders during his exercise and she shivered from the excitement she felt just thinking of him.

"Maybe this is not such a good idea," she muttered to herself.

"Nah, you're not renegging on me, Sir, are you?" Samson rarely called Delilah 'sir' but it was also Army protocol to address your commanding officers as Sir or Ma'am and he just couldn't bear to call her Ma'am.

Even though Delilah was several years older than Ace, he regarded her as his equal, not some elderly officer.

Delilah smiled and bent forward over her lap to look up into Samson's face,

"I'd never reneg on you. I was just giving you a chance in case YOU want to back out."

This time Samson leaned forward, his face inches from Delilah's,

"I have already rented a hotel room to prepare for my leaving the base when it's time. YOU are invited to come over tonight so you can see for yourself what kind of tenant I'll make."

Delilah, surprised, did a double take, looking directly into Samson's eyes. Samson winked at her,

"I promise you won't be disappointed...Sir."

III.

Delilah smiled,

"I'll take that as a grain of salt, soldier. Call my machine with your address before 7PM. That's all."

Delilah stood up effortlessly just as Samson was about to offer her his hand in assistance.

Before he could salute, she walked away.

Samson started to run down the hall after her to quickly tell her his address when he heard the guys returning from mess,

"OOOoooo! Was THAT DEE-LIAH-LA?" Snake, a soldier with an unusually long neck called out, adding a cat whistle at the end.

."Watch yourself, Snake," Samson growled without taking his eyes off Delilah until she walked out the main doors at the far end of the long hall.

Samson jumped up and headed for the commissary,

"I have to pick up a few things," he said without looking at the guys.

"OOOoooo! Don't forget FLOWERSssss!" Snake hissed.

Samson ignored him. The least thing he wanted was 'company' tonight with Delilah coming!

Samson quickly moved through the aisle until he'd gathered his necessary items and checked out.

Back in the hallway, Samson looked at the huge clock on the brick wall; 6:23pm. He headed to the phones and dialed Delilah's machine,

"Ace here. I'm at The Regency. Room 111." He hung up the phone and loosened his grip on the bouquet of wildflowers he'd seen on his way out of the vegetable department. They were pretty, all kinds of colors even though they didn't smell so great.

As soon as Samson returned to The Regency, he put on a huge pot of salted water to boil. He remembered his girlfriend saying,

"Nothing is as easy as spaghetti and it is Italian which always is romantic!" He laughed at the word, 'romantic'.

Samson poked a hole in an empty two liter plastic bottle and stuffed the wild flowers in it.

"Do I add water? I guess I should," and he dipped the two liter bottle into the big pot of salted water just before adding the noodles..

Samson toasted some bread and opened a bottle of wine.

He had everything ready and sitting on his metal folding table when the door buzzer sounded.

Samson glanced at the table to make sure two of the folding chairs were nearby in case Delilah was hungry right away. He opened the hotel door to let her in.

Delilah looked beautiful! Her hair was loose from the tight braids she usually wore pinned tight to the top of her head under her Army cap. It hung almost to her waist. Delilah wore a thin black scarf to protect her hair from the dew.

She was wearing a black dress, tight, and the hem line was just to the knees with a split up the right side almost to her thigh.

"Can I take your purse and wrap?" Samson reached for the small, coal black satin purse Delilah carried under her arm and Delilah easily removed the scarf, handing it to Samson as well.

Samson laid the scarf and purse on the futon against the wall just inside the door. He gently touched Delilah's hand and asked, "May I show you to the sitting area...or would you prefer to dine first, Madam?"

Delilah pressed her hand into Samson's and responded, "I would like to sit awhile and get to know you, Samson, and not just the soldier, Ace."

Samson eased his arm around Delilah's waist to lead her to the sitting room, "The Regency has provided me with the finer suites since part of my two strikes was instigated by them."

In the sitting room, Delilah chose the over stuffed white couch to sit and nodded toward it, Samson escorted her to sit, tossing the huge white pillows on the floor.

He eased himself to sit beside her and Delilah scooted closer,

"This is the first time I've been this close to you without my reprimanding you," Delilah smiled, looking into Samson's calm eyes, she couldn't imagine what had instigated the two strikes so she asked, "Am I safe here with just you and myself?"

"Oh. The two strikes. Both of them right here in this building," Samson wanted to put the event behind him so he decided to bring it all forth,

"The first strike was in the cafeteria of The Regency. Right here. An officer had a few too many drinks of alcohol and invited the server to climb underneath the table to suck him off. So I punched him."

Delilah's glossy lips turned up at one corner, "Sure. I've heard them when they get cocky. The officers like to spread their authority as if they are spreading seed."

Samson proceeded, "That was my first strike. The second strike happened when my buddies gave me a party for making rank. They arranged for a girl to pop out of a cake. Well, she popped out, all right. She was nude, of course, and one of the guys tried to rape her there on the table. I picked up the serving knife and stabbed him in the back as he was mounting her."

Delilah was shocked! "But YOU were in the right! Didn't anybody defend you?" She rubbed Samson's hand and he leaned lightly against her shoulder.

"Nobody defended me because every guy there is married and no one would put forth the sacrifice. I can't blame them. That's why I didn't object to the court marshall."

Delilah put her arms around Samson's shoulders. He felt broad and strong but he was trembling slightly.

"I'm hungry," Delilah whispered, deciding to nip the bud before it blossomed. Samson stood at attention, playfully,

"Yes Sir! I have everything prepared and waiting, Sir!"

Delilah stood and took Samson's hand away from his salute,

"At ease, Ace. Let's eat."

Samson leaned forward and scooped Delilah up into his arms,

"That's exactly what I intend to do," he whispered into Delilah's neck as he carried her to the table.

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Davidgeo

Hey your buddy in bullying Thommy Case commented on this!! Who are you two going to try and bully off the site today?

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Thomas W Case

Samson and Delilah—chaos, lust, and teeth-bared tension all rolled into one. I like how you don’t hold back—the mix of humor, heat, and straight-up danger keeps it alive. That hair, those tacos, and the sharp edges of authority… it’s messy, raw, and I can feel every beat.