Stolen Love Before/After

By Loyd Hill

This is a fictional story of a young US Navy sailor who is stationed in Hawaii at the submarine base in Pearl Harbor, during the late activities of the Korean War. The main character's name is Alvin Knight, who is only eighteentall, good-looking, and has black hair.

While on watch duty at the base theater, Alvin meets the beautiful but much older wife of a commander of a destroyer serving off Korea. Her name is Loraine, a beautiful redhead with emerald-green eyes. As Loraine enters the theater with her very young son, she passes very close to Alvin and looks directly into his eyes and smiles a provocative smile that says I would like to know you better and enters the theater. Poor Alvin falls immediately in love with this ravishing woman, and within weeks, Loraine lures him into an affair and offers Alvin what he could not refuseher ravishing body on many occasions.

Alvin realizes this affair could send him to Leavenworth, Kansas, prison for enlisted men who defile the wives of officers when and if they are found out and charges are made by the officer. Luckily, Alvin calls the affair off but does not end his sordid ways. This period in his life is the before that you see in his life.

His life changes to a beautiful love story after he meets Marilyn. Marilyn is a beautiful Marilyn Monroe lookalike who comes into Alvin's life and creates a heaven-on-earth love story that is beautiful to read as you experience the changes that Marilyn's love brings into his life after he completes his service and returns home to begin a business career, which reaches the height of success as he eventually becomes president of a large insurance company and takes it to a multibillion-dollar corporation through his leadership. The story of him, Marilyn, and their family is the after in their wonderful life.

Alvin is a builder whose tactics in creating value in business relations and morale building in the companies associates and clients and his family are a must-read that will be inspiring to anyone who reads this book. I know that you will not be disappointed.

The reader may like to read the author's first romantic and action novel, cowritten with Marvin R. Query, titled Reap the Wild Seeds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503576308

Loyd Hill

Loyd Hill is happily married, with a son, living in Salisbury, North Carolina, for quite some time. He has been writing for about thirty-five years. His first book was “The Genealogy of Hill Family,” his second book being “Menius Family.” Hid third book was the bridge book for beginners through the advance player, titled “17 Things That You Should or Should Not Do in the Bridge Game.” He is also a life master in bridge. His fourth book is “Reap the Wild Seeds,” which is coauthored with Marvin R. Query. And now he has his fifth book, “Stolen Love Before/After.”

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Stolen Love

Before/After

Loyd Hill

Copyright © 2015 by Loyd Hill.

Library of Congress Control Number:      2015909042

ISBN:        Hardcover            978-1-5035-7632-2

                  Softcover              978-1-5035-7631-5

                  eBook                  978-1-5035-7630-8

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 06/15/2015

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Dedication

I wish to dedicate this novel to the multitude of couples that I have observed as they exhibited true love for one another, especially in marriage and relationship toward their families. To me, it is so obvious in the warmth they show in a look, a touch, a show of affection, tenderness, attraction, delights of attention to each other and support in their daily lives. Of course, I am not privy to their very personal life they share like passion and sex, a bundle of love, which I feel had been a true bonding in their marriage as well as other shared activities. Finally, true love can make life with each other truly beautiful.

I also wish to dedicate this novel to the people in management, who are currently striving to serve their employees and customers in a way that always create value to all concerned. Employees who provide the best value in their service to their management and customers are also dedicated here.

I wish to dedicate this novel to my son, who, as I described the love and life of the main characters, Alvin and Marilyn. Son, Larry exclaimed, Alvin married well.

This gave me the ending of the novel with his comment.

Finally, I wish to dedicate the novel to a certain associate paster in my church. She had spoken on God’s forgiveness of sinners. This gave me the title for this book. Alvin’s life before meeting the heavenly Marilyn had been a BEFORE that he could not take pride in.

His new life with Marilyn, the family and the successes of their life was the blissful AFTER.

Stolen Love

Before/After

Loyd E. Hill

CHAPTER 1

I T WAS 0900 Honolulu, Hawaii time. The fog was just lif ting.

I had gone through the routine of boarding the Aircraft Carrier, which was transporting me back to the states for discharge from the United States Navy. I had enlisted four years ago, right out of High School. I had only been a few months shy of 18 at the time, a tall kid of 74 inches, 165 pounds, and still very unsure of myself.

Now, as I boarded the Carrier, the Chief Petty Officer on duty greeted me. As I saluted the chief he said, name?

I said, Alvin Knight, Sir, and quickly gave him my serial number and handed him my orders.

After the chief carefully examined my orders, he said, welcome aboard, Knight, and told me where I could store my gear.

I followed his instructions and after securing everything, I decided to go topside.

I remember it, as if it were yesterday. It was a beautiful late-spring morning as we eased out of Pearl Harbor. I was headed back to San Diego, California, to receive my discharge papers from the US Navy.

I was glad to be going back to San Diego, where I had completed my basic training, nearly four years ago; there, we were interviewed to determine our aptitude or qualifications and educational status, in order to determine how best to utilize our skills. Then, we would be assigned to schooling, which trained us effectively. We were placed into units and assign-ed to quarters (housing). In the days that followed (nearly three months), we took a physical examination, shots were administered, our heads were shaved and we learned to drill by marching in cadence and any drills that the Chief Petty Officer decided to put us through. The chief was tough and was very much disliked by most of us. We thought he pushed us too far and beyond endurance. He said that, he was going to make men out of us, and washed out a lot of good men, who just could not take it, and were terminated. At that time, we thought he was a shit-head. Later we realized that he was just doing his job; he was trying to prepare us for what we were going to face in our tour of duty and in life changing-threats of battle, which we may encounter during the rest of our careers in the Navy.

I am sure that he was correct and most of us grew up to be men during our short time there, in basic training.

I recall that many of we sailors were asked by the chief to, go ashore with him and have a few beers, after graduation from basic training. Many of the sailors had felt abused by his driving force during training and refused to go ashore with him, but some of us, including me, were glad to go.

My schooling had been in Disbursing and Supply Distribution and I remember many of those good looking WAVES, they were lady sailors and we took our training together. I recall a few dates with some of them as we went ashore on leave in San Diego, down town and the beaches. There were no romances that I can recall, just passing the time.

I was pleased to learn that I was being assigned to the Submarine Base at Pearl Harbor (near Honolulu, Hawaii). My orders were to San Francisco in order to fly to the Island of Oahu and proceed to the Submarine base.

When arriving, I realized that I was in paradise and loved the wonderful weather; sunny and 85 degrees. Back home, it was January, 1953 and the temperature was probably in the 30’s.

Arriving at the Submarine Base and reporting to the duty officer, I was assigned to quarters and the department, where I would be working, and was told of my assigned duties and when to report.

I was excited about the view we had of Pearl Harbor, which was struck by waves of Japanese warplanes, causing the United States to declare war on the Japanese, and enter World War II back in 1941.

The only sign of that attack was a flag over the spot where the Battleship, Arizona, had gone down with many of it’s crew still entombed. It was said that oil from the ship often rose to the surface to this day.

CHAPTER 2

Y ES, BOOT CAMP had been pretty tough, but that had been four years ago. And now, I was leaving my naval experiences behind. Now I was standing on the upper deck of the carrier, near the port bow, as we eased along, slowly on our way past Honolulu. I was leaving a lot of my experiences behind, but not my memories. I was deep in thought, but noticed the small skiffs that the locals used to brave the wake from our bow. The natives were there to dive for coins, which they hoped that we would toss out to them.

A young, trim, native boy dived as I threw the fifty cent piece as far as I could toward him to retrieve. As the coin hit the greenish-blue water, which was slightly disturbed by our wake, he came up with it and smiled a broad, youthful smile in anticipation that others would follow my lead.

Other sailors were most generous and tossed coins. Some tossed leas that they had worn aboard the carrier.

I was wearing my white-dress sailors outfit, with my white-sailors hat tossed to the back of my head. As we eased past and left the divers and and their skiffs behind, I noticed the beautiful, totally-white ocean liner, Lurline, in her dock there in downtown Honolulu. I wondered what group of fun lovers she had brought for the fun on the island, and especially Wakiki Beach. In the distance I could hear the faint playing of the local and popular Aloha Oe; I recalled that I had enjoyed that song so many times, while here in Hawaii. And I remembered that, according to custom, Hawaii was calling you to return someday.

As I stood in silence, my thoughts went back to the many people who had influenced my life, while I had stayed on the Island of Oahu, Hawaii.

I remembered Loraine!

By the time I met her, I was already a 3rd Class Petty Officer (still an enlisted man). I was standing watch there in the lobby of the Sub Base Theater on a Thursday night. It was February, with a slight chill in the air.

Darkness was descending and the crowd was the usual— a few officers and their wives, kids, base sailors and submariners from subs, moored along our docks for refitting and resupplying. Some of the sailors had brought dates.

Loraine walked in and lit up the place, a small boy was hanging onto her tight fitting skirt. A light-blue sweater enclosed proud, pouting breasts.

How could I not notice her right away?

She was one of the most beautiful women that I had ever seen; an emerald-green eyed, flaming red head, tall and trim. As I glanced her way, those emerald-green eyes flashed my way and met mine. I could not help smiling, and she radiated a smile my way. I must now admit that I could not help falling in love with her, right away.

After the movie, a popular Fred Astaire dance musical, I continued my watch until everyone was out of the building. Then, I went back to the barracks to lie on my bunk to read, but I could not concentrate on the mystery I had been reading. All I could think about was those emerald-green eyes that had smiled at me with an immediate recognition of—you are someone special, I want to know you better. I knew that I wanted to know her better.

Who is she? What could she have seen in me that caused this fiery recognition? I had always been told that I was attractive, a nice guy, and somewhat good looking. But why me? And why me at this time? I have never had this kind of reaction from an attractive female before. Was this some game that she had to be playing? And had she played this game some time before? It was obvious to me that she had to be in her mid to late twenties. Who cares, I thought she was the most ravishing woman that I had ever had the pleasure to see. She carried herself with such dignity, and it was obvious that she was a true lady of quality.

I tried to put her out of my thoughts and dug deeper into the true gangster mystery, that I had been trying to get through for too many days.

It was about this Chicago crime spree of Al Capone. Al seemed to be a figure that the public was pulling for, even though they knew that he was a heartless thug, who would get his just due in the long run.

Finally, I realized that I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow and gathered up my shower equipment and headed to the Head (Navy slang for the bath and shower room), showered, brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. My bunk assignment was the one on the top. Tom, from Indiana, was on the bottom and was already sound asleep. I read a few pages and slept.

CHAPTER 3

I N HIGH SCHOOL I had been a star baseball pitcher and was highly recruited to go to college on a baseball scholarship. Instead I chose to join the Navy. The Sub Pac baseball team was glad that I was available to pitch in Oahu, Hawaii, Military League. True, I had never been a winner with the ladies, but I had been a constant winner in baseball as a pitcher. The newspapers back home had called me fireball, which may have been a slight exaggeration. I was fast and accurate, but my best pitch was the curve ball that had a sharp drop, as it arrived at the plate. A loss was something that I seldom had to en dure.

Today, we played a baseball game against the Air Force at Hickam Field. We won, and I was the winning pitcher, having gone eight innings. We beat the Air Force by four runs, and 6-2 was the final score. We were now leading the league. The Marine Base is our biggest rival and they are now in 2nd place, a half-game behind us.

As for my work at the Submarine Base at Pearl Harbor, I was working in the Supply Department with a fairly dull job, but an important one in the war effort. We supplied all of the pay, clothing, spare parts, repairs and refitting for the Submarines, which came and went on new tours. Our men of the Silent Service, Com Sub Pac were fighting in the Pacific realm during the Korean War and our job was to provide for all of their needs to fight for us, and our country.

I recall that the submarine force, operating out of Pearl Harbor, during World War ll, had destroyed an overwhelming majority of the Japanese shipping and much of the Japanese fighting fleet. The Submarine Force was putting their life on the line every time they engaged in any type of action, which they encountered and we, at the Sub Base, were proud to provide value in every opportunity of service to them.

But, it was not all work and no play. I personally had an old jalopy that I had purchased for a song. It was a 1938 Ford with white-wall tires and a rumble seat. I often secured a pass and drove into Honolulu and down to Waikiki Beach and took a great swim, lay on the beautiful white sands, just listening to the surf and music from local open bars of the hotels.

I often got a group of guys from my company, especially on Sunday, and we would drive past Honolulu, the Peach Bowl and out over the Pali Pass. By that time we would have consumed a six-pack of Bud or Miller Life.

We would stop at the overlooks and look down at the immense greenness, way, way down into the valley below. The beautiful sight was breath taking.

We would continue around the northern part of the island and pausing at most of the beautiful beaches.

We made numerous trips like this around the northern and eastern coast of Oahu, stopping along the way to take in all of the beauty of the scenery.

When we passed Sandy Beach, where high-crashing waves came roaring in, then becoming white crested, before diving into the white sand with force. Then it would quickly retreat into the ocean to reform and come again. It was all so beautiful and exciting. We knew that we would be coming back many times in the future. As we continued around the island, we knew that the Blow Hole and Diamond Head lay just beyond, before reaching Waikiki Beach. Of course, Waikiki Beach is always another story.

I recall many trips like this, normally on Sunday, when pass in hand, and we were off duty, we sought another adventure. Yes, we were a fun loving group with nothing much in common, except our duty stations and several of the guys were from the Sub Pac baseball team.

As I mentioned, Sandy Beach was one of our most popular beach stops.

We were there one afternoon, just lounging on the beach and observing a group of local boys, with Hawaiian features, as they paddled around in the surf, on mini-surfboards.

The beach was crowded that day to observe the large waves. One of our fool sailors had dived into a wave and suddenly found himself too far out into the waves, that were crashing around him. He became frightened and realized that he was in trouble and could not get back to safety on his own, he was fully exhausted from fighting the undertow. He managed to yell for help and six or eight of the natives, who we had been watching, paddled their way out and were able to bring the sailor back in safely. Even the natives were totally exhausted and some required help, themselves.

The poor sailor told us later, that he had resigned himself to a watery grave as his life flashed before him, as he anticipated death. We were glad to get him back to the base, lucky guy. If the locals had not been there, you would have read about him back in the stateside newspapers; sailor lost at sea, off Oahu, Hawaii.

Sandy beach and other beaches had, at times, been closed off to military personnel, because of earlier episodes of close calls due to high wave activity. The undertow was really treacherous as the waves come into the beach. Our guy had confided to us, after the episode at Sandy Beach, he said, he had just jumped into a wave and came up more than fifty yards out to sea. He said, he had been considered a good swimmer, but he was no match for the conditions there on Sandy Beach, that day.

From that day foreward, we did return many times to Sandy Beach, but mostly, sat on the beach to get some sun and look at the girls. We very carefully entered the ocean when the waves were much smaller than they were that day, of the episode of our friend’s nearly demise.

CHAPTER 4

T HE WEEK DRAGGED by and Thursday finally came. Again, I had security watch at the theater. It was a fairly sparse crowd and I was off duty, but stayed to watch a dull mus ical.

No, the red headed goddess did not show up. Disappointed, I went back to the barrack and talked a buddy into going down to the canteen to get a shake at the fountain. Mine was strawberry and Jim preferred chocolate.

Later, lying in my bunk, I tried to remember every little thing about Loraine, how she looked, carried herself, and most of all, her smile. Well, I said to myself, maybe she will show up next week.

Any way, I was dying to see her again. I suddenly realized that I had it bad and realized that I needed Loraine too much for my own good.

I realized that there were other adventures waiting for me that did not involve my craving for this obviously married woman, who must be at least eight or nine years older than myself. Maybe I should expand my lifestyle by meeting other women closer to my age, which at that time was nineteen.

On Saturday, with pass in hand, I drove down to Wakiki Beach.

After changing into swimwear and doning my sunglasses, I hit the beach with just a little swagger. I was a little proud of my physique as I chose a good spot to observe the surging waves and passing girls.

After laying out a large beach towel, that I had brought with me, I sat there enjoying the warm breeze and listening to the Hawaiian music, that always came from the patio bars of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

Very relaxed by the atmosphere of this beautiful setting, I made a few, occasional, ventures into the quite surf.

I am not a loner, but I often went to Wakiki by myself and sat on the sand to soak up the healing sun. Of course, watches and duty often broke up the group of guys, that I chose to surround myself with, on long drives around the island. Besides, some of our guys were not very particular, drank too much beer and went after the first piece of ass, that they saw.

That was not my style. I have always thought, to this day that the quality and the adventure was what I sought after, and I am sure that this has saved me much grief to this day, in my life.

Loraine, now that was a mystery and adventure, I thought.

I remembered that, back in High School days, I had a few light romances, but back in those days it was not unusual for a guy to get through high school without getting laid. Yes, I was still a virgin when I graduated from high school. This author believes that that would be laughable in present day society of far looser morals. Girls of today are often the aggressors, who initiate sexual encounters, after the high availability of birth control and condoms to avert venereal and social diseases.

Even tho I was still a virgin after high school, I must admit that I had tried to have sex on several occasions, all I got was, I am not that kind of girl, but let’s still be friends. And we were.

Luckily, I was too involved in baseball, being an All-Star Pitcher.

Winning came easily. We won the County and State Championship, my sophomore year and County Championship my senior year. My summers were filled with semi-pro baseball in the region, and I excelled there. It was said that, I had a great future in baseball.

I had a blazing fastball, followed by a wicked curveball. These had given me many strikeouts during high school and semi-pro ball games. My curveball had a nasty drop as it reached the plate and had become my strike-out preference pitch.

I am not a loner. Now that I am here in Hawaii, I love touring the Island with the guys. Perhaps one reason that I often traveled alone, was remembering one night back in high school when a group of us seniors managed to get a fifth of whiskey and some beer. Some in the group decided that we wanted to take over a dance in a nearby town.

My group started the fight, although I was not totally committed.

My only desire was to get all of us to hell out of there, alive.

We avoided serious injury, but came back with cuts, bruises and some black eyes.

I never went out with that group again. That was just not my style.

Yes, I have always desired a woman. However, quality has always been my desire. I sought an attractive girl, who was intelligent, a clever conversationalist, with all around friendly personality. I must admit that my early life had made a deep impression on me.

I remember to this day an experience, that was formative; I was only six or seven and my brother was fourteen. Dad was working and mother had taken my sisters to a movie. It was Saturday and brother told me that he was bringing two neighborhood girls to our house to have a good time.

We are going to play post office, he said. The girls came and they were ten and thirteen. After some cookies for all of us, brother had sex with the thirteen year old in one room and brought her into my room. He told me that, she was going to deliver the mail.

She was sort of heavy, and not very pretty, looked as if she was from a poor family. She obviously thought I knew what to do. We laid down and I tried to insert my little penis, and I asked her if it was in?

She smiled and said, no, it is on my leg.

This ended my early sex life and left a lasting impression on my ego.

CHAPTER 5

L ATER WE MOVED to a farm in another city, and in an area where father and mother had grown up. By this time, I was thirteen and had a lot of cousins living nearby. Most of them were a few years older than I was.

They taught me how to masturbate. They called it jerking off. I found that I liked the feeling very much, and did it frequently when I was alone by myself.

Later, when I was fourteen or fifteen, I was working in a store and was in the stock room with a very pretty girl sorting products that we had received. I guess I had been sort of staring at her while we worked, and she looked at me rather coyly and said, I’ll bet you would like to kiss me.

I looked down at her sweet, heaving breasts and quickly said, you bet, and timidly, I tried to kiss her.

She said, we had better get back to work.

I do not recall if I ever got that kiss, but I do know, that is as far as I ever got with her.

Back in Hawaii, Thursday came and I had security at the theater.

Loraine came in with her small son, flashed a big smile at me and they went into the theater and took their seats. I thought to myself, her smile had a meaning that she wanted to know me better. I had to struggle to suppress a quick erection. By this time, I was nearly twenty years old, six foot-three, and some called me handsome. I had matured a nice mustache and had gained a lot of confidence in myself.

After the movie, she stopped by on the way out and asked my name.

Alvin Knight, I said proudly, and spoke to the little boy. He was very shy, and just continued to clutch her skirt; looking a little sleepy. I then, asked, who she was?

She said, Loraine Mosley.

I thought that her name was musical and she was playing my emotions. I could hear the crescendo crashing down on me from all directions. I asked her, if she came to the movies, often?

About every Thursday, she replied.

Unsure of what to say next, I asked her, how she liked the movie?

Good, she said. Her eyes sparkled and I could see she was questioning me in her thoughts, as if to say, when are you going to realize that I want you to want me enough to muster up the strength to ask, when can we get an opportunity to get together?"

Wow! Magic sprang through my body, but I could only muster a mumble of, hope to see you next Thursday.

I will be here, she said.

And, as she walked toward the street, knowingly, she turned her head and caught me staring after her.

I was dying to find out more about her and could not wait for next Thursday to come again.

Supply duties carried me through and Wednesday, we beat our baseball rivals, the Marines, by a score of three to two. As usual, I was the winning pitcher and contributed two hits to the cause. I had always been a good hitter; never had the long-ball home runs, but would single and double the opposition, while having a very high percentage of being on base.

But, I was thinking about Thursday.

I had early duty watch on Thursday, and when Loraine came into the theater, I was ready to go off watch, and told her so.

She said that, she had been looking forward to seeing me. Maybe you can stay over and sit with Timmy and me.

I told her that, I did not have any prior plans, and that sounds good to me.

Please save a seat for me.

She agreed, and with a knowing smile, that seemed to say, well, now, I believe we are getting somewhere!

Later, as we sat through the movie, her hand was suddenly placed on mine. Electricity suddenly