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“ ... I want your firm to BURY the City of Orlando for what that imbecile did to Carl. You do whatever it takes - sue everybody from here to Tallahassee if you have to but you make them SWEAT and SHIVER for hurting him. That CRETIN needs to be charged with a felony and I expect you to press the prosecuting attorney as hard as it takes.
“Do You Understand ME?!?!”
That was Andrea at her angriest. Even after having me banished to Florida, she was all Mama Grizzly when someone hurt one of hers.
I kind of liked that.
It took some time for me to piece all the facts together and I while I organized my head, I listened to Andrea and Cassandra question Jane.
“Is there any reason to think Carl will be permanently disabled from the injury?” That was Andrea.
“Shouldn’t you be doing something to help him, like, right now?” It was the first time that I heard Janet speak since the four of them arrived.
“How long will he be in this hospital bed? Do we need to hire round the clock nurses and doctors to stay with him, at least for a little while?” Cassandra was ever the caregiver and would think of my constant needs while the others thought about the big picture and my ability to provide what they needed through my essence.
“I expect to get twice daily briefings from your office. Leave nothing out. Do not keep things from Mrs. Waters. Do not even think of agreeing to any settlement terms without her specific approval. You will need to consult with me every inch of the way and I think you understand that, but I want to be sure.” Danielle sounded mad. She might even have been spiteful at that point.
A voice I didn’t recognize spoke, then. “Danielle, Mrs. Waters, ladies. I assure you that we will take every available avenue to punish the City for abusing young Carl. Their attorneys are dying to find out what it will take to make this go away without a devastating public relations backlash, since one of their own command staff officers brutalized him right after he saved so many lives.
“Please trust me to lead our litigation division to the appropriate solution and I promise to keep you up to date every minute.
“Thank you so much for giving us this case and we won’t let you down. Please trust me on that.” He sounded about as sincere as a used car salesman, but apparently Andrea thought he was what we needed, so be it.
I stayed still as the grave to avoid the pain from earlier. I could sense the activity around me and knew the confab was breaking up by Andrea’s tone of voice. Once you’ve lived with a force of nature like Andrea Waters, you KNOW when she is done with you.
The lawyers all took their leave and listened to see who was left.
A soft, cool cloth wiped the imaginary sweat from my brow and the coolness felt heavenly. The unseen hand was gentle and loving, so I decided it was Cassandra. Just then my Florence Nightingale spoke.
“Mother I am still in lust for this boy’s body.” It was Janet of all people. “Here he is, unconscious, injured and maybe dying and all I can think of is the last time he was inside me. I just know I’m going to Hell...”
“I know how you feel. Do you have any idea how hard it was to send him here? It broke my heart into ten-thousand pieces to make arrangements to send Carl even ten miles away, much less a thousand but if we didn’t we’d all have ended up hating him and I couldn’t bear the thought of that.”
She touched my hand and continued. “You girls know I was very private with my ... my ... you know ... my personal business. Carl stripped me to my soul, then took me to the moon so ferociously that I couldn’t stand to be out of his sight, much less standing by and letting his have sex with all of you. It cut me to the quick every day, yet we had to pass him around like he was a marijuana pipe to keep alive. And knowing all that, it just killed me to know he was having his way with each one of you.
“I’ve missed him so much...”
If she only knew how badly I missed her and Cassandra. Janet, Jane and the girls were a nice diversion but Cassandra and Andrea were the real deal for me. Danielle was amazingly sexy and Emily turned my crank like nobody else, but Andrea and her warrior woman persona took me places the others couldn’t. Cassandra was too much like Beth Ann as she was in the very beginning. Her mere presence filled me in ways no one has since Beth Ann. That Andrea could admit to needing me in many of the same ways I needed her gave me hope.
Janet continued to minister to me as she and Cassandra discussed me with their mother. Cassandra spoke from the other side of the bed. “When I flew up to Iowa to see about the boy that Jane found I expected to find a teenager with all the problems that come along with teenage boys. I expected nervousness, brashness, awkwardness and general ... I don’t know ... doofishness.
“Carl looked so hurt laying in the hospital bed that my heart went out to him from the first second. When he started to wake up from the coma he was completely disoriented. I could sense and then see the fear coming off him. Without thinking about it I wanted to comfort him. It felt so important to give him some sort of comfort after all he’d been through. The social worker sent by the state filled me in on his story while he was unconscious and I couldn’t help but ache for the little boy without a father, and now no mother, who’d been blown up and thrown through a door out into the back yard of the orphanage where he lived.
“Even beat up and dirty from being in a hospital bed for days and days he seemed so sweet and ... I don’t know ... attractive that I couldn’t wait to meet him. By the time he opened his eyes I felt like we were old friends, just from sitting by the bed and watching him sleep for two and a half days.
“Mother, when I got him back to the hotel I was literally shaking from wanting to be with him so bad. I walked into the hospital bathroom and washed his back just so I could look at him naked. I came without touching myself when the wash cloth slipped out of my hand and my fingers brushed over his bottom. In the hotel I think I was out of clothes before he was and all over him in the shower.
“And then he took me to bed! Oh My God, it was good. I can still fell him sliding inside me. We were still wet from the shower, and he just turned me around and led me to the bed, pushing me gently onto my back. Then he followed me down and was inside me before I realized what had happened. Where does a fourteen year old child learn to seduce a grown woman so effortlessly? It was like he read my mind and gave me exactly what I needed without thinking about it.”
Cassandra paused and stroked my face lovingly, dragging her fingers along the line of my jaw, then slipping one inside my mouth to brush against my tongue. “He used his mouth on me like a vibrator. I came like the neighborhood tramp for what must been an hour. We had to meet the jet but Carl took me to the stars first thing the next morning, after we went at each other until the bed was so disgusting we had to move to the other one, or sleep in a puddle that smelled like a whorehouse.
“Janet, I know what you mean. It’s not like us Waters women to be so weak and transparent. Men come on to us all the time but Carl does something that changes all the rules and it just isn’t healthy...” She stopped talking but her fingers had found Mr. Johnson and were holding him lovingly.
Janet found her voice, then. “You were so love sick when you brought him home that it disgusted me,” she said. “The change in you was radical, though. You looked ... better. It was like you were five years ago again, before things got so serious. I watched you walking in from the car and I had this thought, ‘If this boy can improve Cassandra’s sickness this much in a day, how much can he help the girls and me?’
“You looked positively radiant, Cassandra. Whatever he did to you obviously agreed with your system, because you walked with more energy, your eyes were bright and alert, and you seemed like you wanted to run around and sing all of a sudden.
“The change in you confused even as it appealed to me, and I felt a little standoffish because I didn’t want to be a play toy for child, but when Mother came downstairs the next day after being with Carl, I knew that there was some magical potion inside him that we all needed.
“That’s when I started worrying about how Donna was going to accept having to give her virginity to some stranger just to see if it would help her with her illness. It seemed so ugly to think about making her spread her legs just in case it might work.
“For a while I felt kind of resentful towards Carl. He was so young and healthy, while we were so sick and downright distasteful looking. Why a boy would even want to have sex with someone sick and dying made no sense to me, then Mother comes downstairs looking like she just had her wedding night and babbling like a young blushing bride and I couldn’t stop wondering just what it was about Carl that two of you so giddy.”
Andrea snorted and said, “Carl found places inside me that I didn’t know existed. It seemed like as soon as I thought of some spot he might touch to give me pleasure, he was already moving to make it happen. The intensity of it all was almost more than I could withstand but even as he took me too far too fast, I wouldn’t allow myself to slow us down for fear the good feelings would stop with it...”
She was interrupted by Jane. “I think you are all missing the most important fact about all of this. Carl, by some fickle decision of fate, has inside of him the one single thing you all need to survive. Your brain knows on a subliminal level that to survive that chemical is the single most important thing in the entire world, as far as you five are concerned and your brain will use whatever it takes to break down your resistance to getting that chemical injected into your body, no matter what you have to endure to get it.
“Your conscious mind rebels at the thought having wild sex with a boy. But your brain knows that this boy will save your life by injecting that chemical into your body and overrides your conscious mind to get it done. Maybe he is a great lover. It doesn’t matter. YOU needed his semen to survive and your brain charted a course to get it.
“It really is that simple.” She put a damper on the conversation by proclaiming the scientific reasons that they shouldn’t beat themselves up over enjoying sex with me.
The conversation settled down to more mundane topics while the ladies waited for me to open my eyes and rejoin the living. It took me some time to wake up fully because my body felt like something hit me very hard and left significant damage behind when it was done.
I tried to sit up which alerted my posse of my conscious state, but the effort hurt too much to keep trying. Jane was on me in a heartbeat, holding my hand while urging me to lie back. “Carl you need to rest. The surgeon says you had two very bad rib fractures that included full displacement and damaging one lung pretty seriously. The injury was manageable and was repaired but you need to take it very easy until everything has knitted back together and you are able to breathe deeply without distress.”
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I decided to ask Michelle Hoover to the Valentines Dance at school. I knew her from a couple classes. She's pretty and quite tall and thin. Probably about 5'-10". Her thinness probably made her tits look more prominent. She has shoulder length dark brown hair. I asked her one day at lunch about a week before the dance. We sat together at lunch every day until the dance. We got to know each other pretty well as we talked. Michelle has a great sense of humor and is fun to talk with. We...
Second Coming #1: Easy as ABC By Valerie Hope They'd been on the move for days - nights had blurred into dawns, dawns into unbearable noons with heat which melted the cracked asphalt of the streets of what was once a thriving, modern metropolis. Out of the corners of their eyes, the tired soldiers could almost see the people, scurrying to and from their jobs, their entertainments and their errands, oblivious to the overhanging destruction which would take all their hopes and...
Second Chances By Alexander Kung Second Chances - Part 4 The following morning, Kelly read the directions from Felicia's note to Jessie's apartment. As she walked along the sidewalk , she pondered through her mind what she would say to him. Somehow trying to explain that the girl that broke his heart was the same jerk that terrorized him for years would probably get her sent to a padded room by the nice guys in white coats. "Hi Jessie, I know I've been a bitch to you but...
The next two periods flew by as I was now eager to get the day over with. The incident with Amber sucked all of the fun out of this second chance I was given. The next opportunity I get with the guardian angel, I'm going to abort this whole thing. My last class of the day was Band class. I found my tenor saxophone in in the band instrument closet and went out to meet everyone else. I said hi to Fay and Ron who were also in the band. Ron was the Alto sax section leader. Fay was the drum...
I unfastened the top button of my shirt. It was all I still had on; I'd removed my pants long ago when Lynne had sucked my cock. " Do it, slowly," she prodded, " make it exquisite." It was the same demand she had made of me last week, and she was trying to get a rise out of me. I gave her no such pleasure. " Only the lover can make demands of the mistress," I retorted, though I curled the corners of my lips up in a devious smile. " Now tell me you're sorry, and you want it rough and...
We arrived at the casino on Friday at 8 PM, a full 2 hours later than our plans. It took us a while to get out of Portland and get there. Weekend traffic, getting away from work, an accident on the highway. Both Jerry and I had last minute emergency issues to clear at work before we could leave. It all conspired against us, but we finally made it. It’s Jerry’s birthday this weekend. We’ve been living together again for about 11 months now, and we both needed to get away from work and be with...
When I was sixteen, my mom and dad decided to take a two-week long second honeymoon vacation. They coordinated this with my Easter break and I would, therefore, have the displeasure of spending my holiday with my mom’s best friend from high school.Ruth was married to a farmer named Waldo, and their twin sons Hans and Dirk were eighteen years of age. The boys had been named after their father’s German ancestors. Although there was very little interaction between our families, there was seldom a...
Gay MaleAUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wishing to archive this story is free to do so. Anyone not wishing to archive this story, is also free to do so. So there. ----------- SECOND CHANCE... By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and he was forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through the air. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made...
Second Nature: Descent By Crystalline Chapter 15 - Become So Numb "I know you're awake, brother. Go on. Try to move. Of course, you can't. Your body is completely restrained, you know. You're not going anywhere." "You fool. Do you really... think..." he started to say, but stopped, surprised at the sound of his own voice. "What have you done to me?" I laughed for a second, then looked at him with the seriousness of a heart attack. "I did nothing. All I did was destroy your...
Second Chances By Alexander Kung A/N: Here's an edited and revised chapter. I hope you enjoy ~ Alexander Second Chances - Part 1 It was a slow day in Felicia Lupescu's curiosity shop, The Relic. It was a humble little shop nestled in right in the middle of the town of Tyson's Cove . It stocked various antiques and oddities from around the world. From an actual Egyptian mummy(not for sale), rare ancient books and everything in between seemed to pass through her shop. However...