Michael Billings Collection - Wallet 7 - Part 2 of 12

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got so many of the things so well in hand. Taken all
round. I dips my lid to you for doing a champion
job. I can see that you'll never allow your
children to reflect anything but favorably upon their
parents. Tis impatient I am to get back to you for
keeps to help you get our show under way and get
stuck into that brand of love and happiness that is
your specialty. Your new woolly jacket sounds very
enticing as I well mind how the fluffy pink one was
an urgent invitation to take you in my arms and pet
you. Be assured that I have not lost my tendency
to repeat such actions and shall give you a mighty hug
the first time I behold you. Maybe I've a bedroom
complex but we had many wonderful times together
lying side by side and mentions of dainty boudoir
parties strongly revives many fragrant memories amid
the cool white sheets. Of course, night is the appointed
time for lovers, when the work of the world can be
shed like an overcoat and people like us can show
themselves to the other free of the choking clutches
of dull convention. The memories of those perfect
nights a is are a tower of strength when I can't be with
you and please God it won't be long until we
can take up where we left off and I can see you
and love you in your simple role of wife, mother and
lover. I really couldn't hazard a guess at which of the
three you shine most brightly. As wife and lover you're

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100% but I have a feeling that you'll equal if not
better the others as a mother. You're only a bundle
but its all good solid gold.
What with your own possessions
and Richard's growing wardrobe. I can well see his
taking up a lot of room in more ways than one.
That room has been a tidy slice of our lives, first
as separate persons and later as a compactly
wedded unit so its only fitting that the wee one should
soak into him some of its atmosphere. To the outsider, 
its just a room but to us its a monument, the
spot where two people lived and loved in all
weathers and at all times.   Did you ever dream that
one day our own child would virtually commence his
life within its humble portals?  To me, its a shrine
and t you are the central figure enthroned there.
By architectural standards, a humble room but
greatness rests in humility when you realise that the
greatest of all children was born in a stable. Though
it be packed with various impediments, the goods are
yours and his, and I can visualise no better place
for the infant to sample his early days.
Its too bad the young blighter
has gone so far as to trespass on your own bed, too right
his old man never had the humanity to try and be
a permanent fixture there. I will admit it would
have been bleak had I been barred altogether before

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being relegated to the floor.
Thanks for the sundry items of
news and am pleased you have heard from Katie.
I shall be popping up within the next few days to
have a yap. Last day, I took Reg down for a couple
jugs and went back to tea there. Went to the pictures
last night and saw a good show ‘The Lady has plans’
with Paulette Goddard and Ray Milland. Some
amusing spots in it indeed. Otherwise nothing else
has disturbed the stillness. Latest furphies
prophesy a hold up in the removal business
for a short period. So you know as much as I do.
The betting favors a probable meeting with Brother
John but you know how it is. I suppose poor
old Mum takes a pale view of the return of Dorcas
to Sydney, damn it all. This business makes a
mess of people's homes. Another wedding takes
place this week, that's five since we've been here.
The groom and bestman are hard at it to borrow
uniforms for the ceremony but that little detail
won't in interfere much.
So I  I've told you all, Sweetheart
mine and lay down the pen for another day
filled with many thoughts and yearnings for you.
Accept the kiss I'm imagining I'm imprinting on
your lips, a token offering of my love. Cheerio.
Micky

PR00610
Australian 
War Memorial

AIR MAIL
16.3.43

Mrs. M. Billings
548 Barker's Road
East Hawthorn
Victoria

PR00610
Australian 
War Memorial

18.3.43
Darling Kay,
I've been scratching around for a couple
of minutes seeking an opening to this with a trace of
originality in it but find my pen insufficiently facile.
So my customary banal style will have another try out,
as I know full well I do not have to put on a turn
for you. As a pipeopener, I hope as much as ever that
the arrival of this will find you fightin' fit and
serenely happy as that happy state of affairs is my
liveliest wish for you, all else being of secondary
importance to me. Not that I imagine you are not
as your staunchness and intelligence assist you to maintain
a clean bill. Really though, Sweetheart, it's been
swell to have your repeated assurances on those lines
because it would be plain hell for me if you were
seedy and I just had to be here and just leave you be.
I'm not going to be so fatuous as to tell you to keep
it up, as from in many respects both you and the little
chap are in good hands. The underlying note in your
recent letters has been an ever-increasing love for
your baby and I'm sure you're going find him or her
a s  strong antidote for the pangs of loneliness and
the that seems to form too large a part in our
lives.  He certainly will keep you busy and there's no
better job than a labor of love. What a rotten cow
it will be if I have to pass up my leave but  

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frankly and glumly I fear its going to be a miracle if I
do make it. I can picture the scenes clearly enough
to know that the I will be missing a lot by not
being there, to see you with your new born child
would be a revelation. It's surely the wrong time for
the husband to be away.
Today was another bad day, the
second without a letter from you but expect better
luck tomorrow. Maybe there will be two or more
and after missing out for two whole days, I'll gobble
them up. I had a letter from Mum yesterday
and one from Dorcas today so haven't drawn a blank
entirely, but you're the one I'm after, my sweet one. As
you can see, still stuck in the same place, for how
long I know not. That means some more letters to
you and from you which gladdens the heart. Those
precious letters mean the world, don't they, and as
long as they keep going, it's not so bad.
 I must now tell you of
a lovely experience I had last night as it brought back
to me like a torrent how I love you and colored
it with the recollection of a time up here when
the chance to live that love occurred. To begin at
the beginning, you know how rarely I dream yet
this one came to me as clearly as the light of the
sun. I'm not sure if it was a case of the clock
being put back but a least it was exactly as many

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a day I spent with you here. It opened with you and I
reclining on the banks of the river at that spot you used
to favor and we were in turn, jostling one another,
talking nonsense then talking mighty seriously of the
future, mostly about kiddies and homes. The tenderness
such a happy subject engenders, soon had you lying
passively in my arms, looking into my eyes and
responding to the eager, warm kisses pressed upon you.
After a while, the message of the stars beckoned us
to go and lose ourselves in the other's embraces in
the tiny arbor that was your sanctuary. Strolling
cheerfully, hand in hand, speaking sparingly and in
murmurs, we soon entered the inviting room. With
many sighs of relief, we went to our respective sides of
the room and divested ourselves of the garments of
the street, emerging garbed in the flowing and
alluring robes of slumber. Then we knelt in prayer
giving thanks for what we had received and
were receiving, namely, our love for one another and
the hands together wherein we might show to the other
the intensity of that love. Next our ascent to the
many fastnesses and like a gift from the gods. I
enfolded you in my arms and you snuggled into me
until the nearness and the fragrance of you made
me tingle from head to foot with a kind of an
excitement. Then your kisses and caresses were heaped
upon me regally and my hold of you relaxed and

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and I sank back on the pillows. My body seemed without
weight or muscle but my mind became crystal clear.
I glowed in your swift moving fingers until it hurt
and then I wanted you, how I wanted you and knew
you demanded me, your mate. Soon all sense of what
was going on around me vanished, you were everywhere,
the smothering mass of your curls, your satin breasts
rising and falling, burying my face deep into their
velvety depths. At last my useless hands came back to
life and I began to explore that dynamic body that
was thrilling me through and through. Not for long
though could I withstand such an outpouring of her
love and my desire for her grew with each caress.
Almost swooning, I mustered enough strength to press
myself to her and with each longing gaze into her
shining eyes, no plain to see in the gloom,  she took
me and gave me the strength of her. Swiftly love 
moving, the climax approached and she drew from
me the message of my manhood and I knew no more.
So vivid was the dream that I wonder could it be
the night our child was conceived, everything was
perfect and our happiness was complete. You see,
darling, far away as you are, you live with me by day and
by night, even into my slumbers.
I can write no more, the spell is broken
so bye-bye my own and you see I do love you.
Micky

18.3.43

Mrs. M. Billings
548 Barker's Road.
East Hawthorn.
Victoria