More stress.

And stress relief was going to be needed. At leadership they showed us, newly minted platoon leaders, the satellite photos of the armored and motorized divisions of the Russians. Having failed twice, nothing was left to chance. They were preparing a massive **** on this region, hoping to break through on multiple sections all along the Naab, up to Nuremberg. Our manpower was insufficient for it, even with the daily reinforcements. Where we dealt at the Regen with hundred tanks and as many troop carriers, the numbers now would be fivefold. 500 T-90 tanks, 500 of the newest mobile infantry fighting vehicle, the Kurganets-25’s, carrying each an extra eight soldiers, supported by the dreaded attack helicopters, and an overall blanket of Russian fighter jets. This time they were dead serious.

Aside of the massive wave, the worst news came in the form of a weather report. The wind was blowing to the west. It meant that the radio-active particles from Prague would like to settle here, and there was an immense shortage of NBC protective gear everywhere. We would have to retreat faster than we thought possible, leaving behind our newly setup reinforcements. All that terrain leaving to the Russians without a fight, it hurt.

We had to retreat at least twenty extra kilometers to the west, where we would settle for a canal / river defense leading into the Danube, named the Main. At the mouth of that river was the city Kelheim in a valley surrounded by forested hills. Sure, it was great terrain, but I was getting tired of moving, setting up camp, reinforcing, then retreating and doing the hard work all over again. As usual, my entire platoon, the tenth platoon was ordered at the mouth of the river, the most risky spot to be bombarded. So we set up plans to make sure the entire platoon had the same sort of constructions. Some of us were thinking about digging deeper and making real underground shelters. I had to admit, it was a very good idea, but with the limited manpower we just would keep the idea in our mind, but execute it at a later time and at yet another location.

The first night I was exhausted. The second night too. All that work, all that stressing about the upcoming attack. All that planning ahead. And bloody make sure we wouldn’t be used as pawns by our allies. I feigned obliviousness at the attempts of Kylie and Kate to tease me, so tired was I, that I tried to focus only on work and trying to get some sleep. But by the third night work was getting done, and time began to stretch out in periods of relative ease. I couldn’t feign anymore, nor did I want it. Seeing Kate as a woman was easy enough, seeing her as someone I could desire, somewhat more difficult due to my narrow moral compass. But it could be done. Seeing her as a sexy kitten with a daddy complex, was for now just one step too far.

Sure, Kylie was right, I had a dirty mind, Kylie was also right that my dirty mind towards Kate was snuffed by my responsibilities and my promise to her mom. Not that Kate would be stopped by that, as she on more than one occasion did her best to tease me, by stretching out in front of me, seducing me with a direct line of sight to her bare belly button and pronounced perky breasts. She simply winked at me and smiled naughtily at me, letting me know, it was all part of her plan, that I just was the tasty fish she tried to hook and reel in. My resolve was faltering, but kept in check just barely by working on the other sections as well until that was nearing completion.

Kylie kept working on our foxhole, making it more comfortable, somewhat deeper and more spacious. She was no doubt laying the groundwork for a two-pronged attack on this poor fish. But I had still a card up my sleeve.

So when the inevitable happened, and I couldn’t fake I was exhausted, I knew I was about to be slaughtered, if I didn’t suggest something drastic first.

“Well, are you up for some stress relief for one of us?” Implored Kylie.

“Hmm... I might be convinced for it, seeing you both in so much need.” I teased.

“Oh, yes, the need is strong in this one.” Kate jokingly said, while pointing her finger to herself.

“But...”

“Oh no, what is wrong?” Kylie was almost panicking.

“Last time, Kylie, you asked Kate to watch the show, and I think it would be too great a step that you should watch Kate and me.”

“So?”

“I felt a bit betrayed by your plans too. Like I was a simple puppy not having anything to say or do about it. I had no control over your plans.”

“Uh-oh...” Kylie whispered: “I feel that your dirty mind has already been thinking about a reimbursement.

“Yes, it has, Kylie... This time I want to watch. And when the mood feels right, I can reward one of you with an intervention with my ‘magic’ fingers.”

“And if one of us refuses?” Kate asked quietly.

“If one of you should refuse, I am afraid I would immerse myself in extra work to beat my rising stress levels. I hear they need some extra coordination at the sixth platoon...”

“Oh no...” both groaned. The sixth platoon was widely known for its bad leadership and all sorts of other problems.

“Come on Kate, you said it yourself. You were turned on by my reactions of his job well executed. I have seen you looking at me.”

“You know that I am for both sides, it is just that I am far from experienced.” Kate told Kylie. A revelation that excited me.

“Well, knowing that Kylie at least had experience in receiving it, even very recently, and given that she does have a dirty mind, I would not be surprised if she would be up for it to give some tender stress relief to you, Kate.”

“You are starting to know me too well, Alex.”

“Well then, does anyone refuse?” I asked casually.

“Not me.” Kylie said pleasantly.

“Nor me.” Kate was determined.

“Well, off you go then... I’ll just sit here in the middle, don’t mind me.”