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When they pulled into the back and Evie shut off the engine, she turned to her husband. "I'm proud of you."
"Why, Baby?" Dave asked, hesitating, his hand on the door handle, "We both went to check on the bear. Besides, it was dead."
"Oh, I'm not talking about that. You picked Jeff up out of the back seat. He's got to be two or three inches taller than you, and he looks as solid as a rock. And he has to outweigh you by thirty pounds or more."
Dave sighed, and looked at his wife. "Baby, he did surprise me, I had no idea that he was that heavy. If he hadn't been bleeding to death, I don't think I could have lifted him. It was just desperation and adrenalin that gave me the strength to do it." Grinning, he added, "Now that things have quieted down, I'm beginning to feel my lower back. You're going to have to be on top tonight."
Evie leaned over and kissed him. "Next you'll just want a blowjob and not do any of the work," she laughed. "Get your butt out of the truck. Maybe we can borrow that thing that's healing Jeff."
"Hey," Dave said, getting out and shutting the door, scrunching up in the rain. When Evie got out and ran around to his side, he continued, "Maybe that thing can make my dick bigger."
"Well, if it does, you're not going to stick it in me. Your dick fits me just fine, now. Why do men always want a bigger dick?" she laughed as she grabbed his hand and they ran for the house, the rain coming down in sheets.
They found a bathroom and each got a towel before they headed for the living room. As they walked back in toweling their hair, all the women, including Doctor Boswell, were still gathered around Jeff.
Doctor Boswell came over to them and they stood by the window away from Jeff so they wouldn't disturb him. "Has he roused any while we were gone?" Dave quietly asked.
"Yes," Doctor Boswell answered. "He woke up and asked for water. He drank a whole glass this time, then immediately went back to sleep. I really think he's just sleeping now, and not unconscious. The healer would wake me, let me eat and drink, then put me back to sleep. I think that's what it is doing to Jeff."
Nodding at Arlene, Doctor Boswell quietly said, "I'm beginning to be more worried about Arlene than Jeff. She's taking this very, very hard. Diana finally got a shower and put on some clothes, but Arlene just pushes us away when we try to get her to go and clean up. She hasn't even left to use the bathroom. It's almost nine now. I know she didn't take time to go before she went to help Jeff, so she hasn't been since last night. She's got to be hurting, yet she won't budge from holding his hand."
Diana walked over to stand with them. "What about the bear? Is it dead?"
"Very," Dave said. "Jeff shot it right through the eye."
"I never doubted it. When Jeff said he though it was dead, I knew it was. He was the best shot with a handgun they had ever had on the range in Georgia. When he shot in matches, I know he pulled a round occasionally, just to keep from embarrassing the other shooters. No matter what they shot, he would shoot just a little higher. Just a little. There was way too much coincidence there. But Jeff always denied it. Some of his buddies figured it out too. It wasn't just me. If he shot at that bear's eye, there would be a hole in his eye. And yeah, I know the bear had to have been quite close, but whatever Jeff's shoots at, he hits."
Diana turned back to look at Jeff for a moment, then continued, "I know my husband is going to live, now. In addition to the feeling we got from the healer, he is stronger. His pulse is strong, although his blood pressure is still a little low. But I guess I haven't taken it in a long time, and I don't really know what is normal for him anymore. Since he has increased his distances when he runs, his blood pressure might be this low all the time. Yet, I can't convince my daughter to eat or drink anything. She won't even acknowledge me," she finished, looking at Arlene sitting on the floor holding her dad's hand, her body slumped against the recliner and him.
Sighing, Diana looked back at Dave and Evie, said, "I'm not going to let her sit there all day covered in dried blood, until she pees on herself. She felt the healer just like I did. She should be proud of herself. Jeff would be dead without her holding pressure on that artery while I drove. I could not have done everything myself."
Thinking a minute, she called Laura over. Putting her hand on Dave's arm, she asked him, "Would you please just pick Arlene up and carry her to our shower. If she fights, we'll hold her hands. After we get her to the shower, Laura and I can control her. I've never seen her act like this. Jeff being hurt has scared us all. Scared us more than I could ever describe. His shoulder is so mangled that I just want to sit down and bawl, but I'm not going to let my daughter go off the deep end. I may be wrong doing this, but if I am, at least she'll be clean," she said with a sickly grin.
Dave stared at Diana for a moment, then answered, "If I do that, you do realize that she may be mad at me from now on? I don't want her to hate me."
Diana and Laura just stood and looked at him.
"Okay, okay. I'll do it, but I don't want to."
Dave walked over and stood while Diana slipped the blanked off Arlene's shoulders and out of the way. Dave leaned over and put his arm around Arlene. She tried to push him away, but he reached under her and picked her up, much like he had her dad a little earlier. She struggled for a couple of seconds, but instead of fighting, she suddenly tucked her head into his shoulder and started sobbing.
He looked at Diana. "Just go," she said.
Dave hugged Arlene to him and walked to the suite, Diana, Laura and Evie trailing close behind. He would not look down at the luscious naked girl in his arms. I must be sick having to fight to not get a hard-on with her breasts covered in my boss's blood. But, damn, they sure feel delightful pressed against my chest.
Almost desperately trying to concentrate on what he was doing, and not concentrate on what he was feeling, he walked into the big shower and eased Arlene to her feet. When he put her down, Diana and Laura took over as Arlene slumped against her mother. Dave grabbed Evie's hand and made a hasty retreat, heading back to their suite for a change of clothes.
"Like the feel, did you big man?" Evie teased looking at her husband's crotch.
"Don't even go there," Dave said, crossly. "I did not look at her any more than I absolutely had to. And, I don't have an erection."
Evie squeezed his hand as they walked. "I'm not mad at you. I was just teasing. She does have a fabulous set, and unless I miss my guess, that's milk on the front of your shirt."
Dave stopped and tried to see the front of his shirt. Grasping it, he pulled it out a little from his body. He looked questioningly at his wife.
Evie grinned, but managed to look a little wistful, as they started walking again, "I'm sure I saw milk on Diana's breasts while we were playing in the pool. Looks like it runs in the family."
"But, neither of them is pregnant," Dave said, "or, if they are, they're sure not far enough along to show."
"They don't have to be pregnant, or have a baby," Evie responded as Dave held the suite's door for her. "A woman that constantly gives milk used to be highly prized as a wet nurse a couple hundred years ago. From what I've read, they saved many babies' lives whose mothers had died or the mothers didn't have enough milk."
As they entered the suite, then on into the utility room where the washer and dryer were, Evie asked, "Do you want me to give milk like they do?"
"Huh?" Dave answered, stalling as he sat down on the tile floor to untie his boot laces, trying to think of a response that wouldn't get him into trouble.
Evie kicked her shoes of, then after pulling her sopping socks off, she knelt down and started untying one of her husband's boots while he got the other one. "I read where even men can give milk." When her husband stopped untying his boot and looked at her incredulously, she continued, "These two gay guys adopted a young baby. One of the men got some shots like they sometimes give to a new mother to make her milk come in, plus some hormone shorts. Then he used a breast pump a lot until he began giving milk. It's a lot simpler on a woman, of course. From what I read, all you have to do is use a breast pump a lot, and the milk will start, at least on most young women. I've heard of a woman that adopted a new baby and breast fed it herself, although she had never had any kids or given milk before. She just let the baby nurse on her nipples, and her milk started in a few days."
Dave was sitting with his knees pulled up, while both of them had been unlacing his boots. Finished, they looked at each other. Evie grinned mischievously, "Hey, I just though of another instance. A friend of mine in high school had two female miniature Dachshund dogs. One of them had two puppies, but wouldn't let them nurse. My friend started feeding them on a bottle, but a couple of days later, she realized that the other female Dachshund was nursing the puppies. They had never bred the dog, she had never had puppies, but she nursed both of the puppies, and was a great mother."
"Now the question again. Would you like for me to give milk? From the way you like to nurse my titties, I'll bet you would think it was great," she teased.
Although Dave's dick hadn't gotten hard, it had swelled up. He would just about bet that Evie had seen it. Saying yes could still get me in over my head. "Well, Hon, I, uh, don't know. I guess I'll leave that up to you," he finished, proud of himself for skirting the subject.
Evie stood back up and offered her husband her hand. When he stood, she winked at him, "I'll think about it. I might surprise you."
As she struggled to peel her wet blouse off, laughing at her husband's discomfiture, she changed the subject, "Well, now we change back into our casuals, and wash the work clothes again. We're going to have to bring some stuff up here. This is beginning to get old."
"You've got that right," Dave said, proud to be off the subject of breast milk, as he danced around trying to pull a wet pants leg past his foot.
The small utility room didn't have a chair, so Evie helped her husband support himself until he got his pants off. "Our clothes wouldn't have been much wetter if we had gone swimming in them," Dave said, as he returned the favor while his wife stripped off her work jeans.
When they were finally done, they dumped their clothes in the washer. "At least we don't have blood on our underclothes." Evie said, teasingly avoiding Dave's hand as he tried to tweak a nipple.
She kissed him. "Down boy, we can't do that now. And what happened to your bad back?"
"Strange thing. It gets better every time my dick gets hard," Dave tried to say seriously.
"Uh, huh," Evie snickered, as she put liquid detergent in the washer.
Dave checked out the shelf above the washer. "Hey, here's some stain remover." After reading the back of the bottle, he continued, "It says it gets blood out. I'm going to put about half the bottle in," he said, doing just that.
"Boy, this will be a real test for it, half the bottle or not," Evie said, eyeing the water turning red as the washer filled. "Your clothes look like they have been dipped in blood."
"Yeah. Jeff really lost a lot, didn't he? I don't even want to think how close he came to dying."
When Dave started to put the bottle back, Evie reached for it. "I suppose Diana has stain remover at the other end of the house, but we'll put this on the kitchen table so she will see it, just in case. She will probably just throw her tee-shirt away. I don't think she will ever get that much blood out of the white fabric, but she might try to wash the blanket Jeff is lying on, and maybe his running shorts."
Back in the bedroom, while they were putting their casual clothes back on, Dave said, "Diana was really insistent that we keep that machine — that healer — a secret. If that's the case, then we need to do something about the blood in their Escalade. If we get a steam cleaner to the seat and carpet before the blood dries, we can probably get most of it out. Otherwise, if anybody sees the seat, they're going to think someone was killed, and start asking questions." After a moment, he continued. "One of the car washes in Winter Park has a steam cleaner. I guess I should check with Diana to see if she needs me to do anything else, then get the SUV taken care of."
"Where do you think he got that thing?" Evie asked, sitting on the bed to pull on her tight jeans.
Dave watched his wife struggle, her breasts doing interesting things. "It's a good thing you had on your 'work clothes.' You would never get out of those jeans, if they were wet."
"If you don't like them, why do you keep checking out my ass when I wear them?" she teased.
Dave laughed. "Because you've got a fine ass," he said, reasonably.
Evie stuck her tongue out at him, and continued her struggles.
Dave slipped his shirt on, tucked it into his pants and fastened his belt, his expression becoming thoughtful. "Back to the thing on Jeff's shoulder. I don't know. Maybe it's another of his inventions, but I can't understand why all the secrecy."
Evie finished with her jeans, slipped her blouse on, then began blow-drying her hair, glancing at her husband in the mirror as she did so. "Well, maybe he hasn't got the patents taken care of yet, or something. Heck, I don't know. It all seems weird to me. Did you see how that thing sort of crawled over Jeff's arm? It's like it was alive or something."
"Yeah," Dave acknowledged, then lightly smacked his wife's tight little ass, "and those hair-like things that went down into the wound, not to mention that blue light. It seems like something from Star Trek. These people are already filthy rich. And, they're going to be richer still when they sell that thing."
Evie grinned at him in the mirror. When her hair was dry and brushed, she turned and headed out the door. Knowing he would be watching her ass, she swished it a little extra.
He caught up with her and took her hand. They walked back to the kitchen still discussing the healer. Evie set the bottle of stain remover on the cabinet in front of the coffee maker. "They'll find it here. I guess I'll go with you to work on the Escalade."
"Sounds good to me," Dave said, giving her a hug as they started out of the kitchen. "Let's stop by the living room and tell everybody where we're going."
A couple of moments later they walked into the living room. Diana and Arlene were the only ones missing. Jeff appeared to still be deeply asleep.
"How's he doing?" Dave quietly asked Laura.
"Still about the same, I guess. Since it healed Helen when she had her heart attack, we're all quite confident that it will take care of Jeff." Laura looked at Evie and blushed. "Somehow, we just can't talk ourselves into leaving though. Oh, we've gone to the bathroom, but we can't seem to be away from him. I don't know whether that's normal or not. We all love him so much..."
As Laura's eyes filled with tears, Dave, trying to change the subject, explained about their idea of going into Winter Park to steam clean the seat and carpet.
"No need to go to Winter Park," Laura said. "There's a ram jet on the back side of the garage. There's a steam cleaner, and a big wet/dry shop vac out there too."
"I didn't put the ram jet in. Mr. Wainright must have had that installed later, but I'm sure glad you mentioned it. Saves a lot of driving."
"Well, the only thing wrong is it's raining like crazy," Laura said motioned to the glass wall, "and... there's no roof over the ram jet."
Dave and Evie both laughed. "Yeah, we've got a set of wet clothes in the washer now, in case you didn't notice our dripping a while ago. Oh, well. I've got a rainsuit in Evie's truck, and we'll be in the backseat most of the time, anyway. Thanks for telling us about the ramjet. This will save some time. I want to get started before the blood is completely dry," Dave said.
Soon after Dave and Evie left, Diana and Arlene came back to the living room. Although Arlene still seemed stressed, and she immediately went to her dad's side, sat on the floor and took his hand, she didn't seem as frantic.
Laura looked at Diana and raised an eyebrow. Diana's slight nod caused a little smile to touch Laura's lips.
The healer detached itself and slowly made its way across Jeff's shoulder, eventually coming to rest draped over his forehead. When it started to move, the women all watched apprehensively, but the terrible wound wasn't bleeding; although, it almost turned their stomachs to look at it.
When the healer reached his head, it seemed to settle down and mold itself to him. The blue light came back on.
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