And More Double D!!!....

LesbosOnTheCouch by Beth C, one of the Lesbos
...and more Double D.

Surely the Commander and Chief of the Men’s League had some agenda. It was highly uncharacteristic of him to request a meeting when such tension between the sides was at such a high point…He must have something planned….

Again Jane’s mind wandered. - Commander in Chief Dward. Oh, he was a handsome man, but his tender looks were deceiving, as was everything about him.

Jane hadn’t gotten to be Second Cowander on her outright knowledge and Judo abilities alone. That uncanny ability to perform hundreds of different tasks simultaneously – while her mind would focused on one something else in particular She could be teaching her JudoJuniors, or lecturing to the higher echelon… and all the while forming a new method or plan or theory that could – and often did, change the way of the world that she and the WFM had formed. How they all went about their daily duties and what exactly their goal was to be, this was a large part of Jane’s philosophies put into practice. Indeed Jane’s brilliance was one of the main and most vibrant sources of the force behind the Woman’s Forward Movement.

Jane, still lost in thought had already gotten into her transporter, checked the controls and spoke through her panmittter to base and programmed the coordinates of the clandestine meeting into the transporters guiding system.

“Ready Jane,” her transporter responded upon receiving the hand that that was so familiar these past few years, mission after mission. In a matter of minutes, Second Cowander Jane Double D had reached her destination –A cave hidden deep in the recesses of moon plane II.

The landing just outside the cave was barren. Either Dward hadn’t arrived yet or had come early enough to manuever his transporter to shelter. Double D suspected the latter. It was unlike Dward- Commander In Chief- to be late for anything, especially a meeting that he himself had requested. D walked up to the entrance of the cave, waiting a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before entering. From the entrance she could see Dward kneeling by the altar. For a very short moment, Jane saw not Dward the Commander in Chief of the Men’s League, but Dward, long time Judo companion and favourite foe on the mat…No one could challenge he moves –no man had the nerve, the substance to challenge her the way he had.

Most of the men, upon seeing Jane on the mat, resplendent in her Judo Whites fell weak in the knees at the very sight of her goddess like body, flowing and strong – and then proceeded to severely underestimate the strength of ‘the woman.’’

Not Dward- He may have let his hormones, his affections and prejudices get the best of him off the mat –but on the mat he knew –Double D was one of the best, the quickest and the most knowledgeable Judoists to practice in this century- if not greater!

"Dward."

"Double D."

They exchanged the embraces of old friends, and D was relieved not to have to engage in immediate contra-contra tactics…maybe they could avoid a confrontation of the forces, after all.

Dward, who was the host- the initiator of this meet, offered the wine. "So what's this about Dward? Wine, secret meeting…Why the call to arms? You can't possibly think we passed the bad air?

"D, slow down. First friends, then foes…I see you wear the pin of 2^nd Cowander. Congratulations. I understand this puts our meeting at different level-But Jane Double D…How can we just skip the part where our histories and attractions offer us respite from the possibility of conflict between our 2 sides.

"Dward, ever the man and the manipulator of womankind… How can we talk of affections when the possibility of air strikes and even all-out war stand in the balance…?"

"But Jane, that's just my point. We must, for the sake of averting war, make love."

The reference to the past was not lost on Double D. She has been remembering the days before the great Split that separated the men and women. The times when she and Dward fought on the same team, shared the same goals and dreams.

Dward and Double D fall into a pensive silence- both lost in a barrage of memories as they sit side by side on the stone bench that lines the dimly lit cave.

Dward turns to Jane and lifts a tentative hand to finger her pin. Jane, prepared for such a move executes a flip, chop and hold- Dward, gasping and laughing is on the floor- Janes knees in the soft of his neck, arm contorted in the air.

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