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No more fucking! I need to get home to find out what extra baggage came with Rosie and Ariba.
A guy was waiting outside the conference room and told me, “Man, thanks for getting her juiced up and well fucked. She can say what she wants about me, but I’ve been trying to fuck her. She always dries up when I put my cock in her slot, and being dry makes her tense up. Now she can’t say she is a virgin, even though I don’t think she has been in years.”
The girl wouldn’t be the first that couldn’t tell the difference between a dick in her ass and one in her pussy once she goes off to a happy place.
Paula was waiting for me in my office, naked and bent over my desk, looking at piles of paper.
“Lenny went off to wander around Europe before starting college in California in the fall. I need some dick, and your mom needs some help with all of Rosie’s paperwork tied to her mom’s debt,” Paula explained. “You scratch my itch, and I will dig through this load of medical bill horseshit. It seems a fair trade since it will keep me from throwing up. This stuff is so poorly written that their loopholes are those of a hangman’s noose.”
I stripped, turned her around, got my dick in her, and gently held her head where she buried it in my chest. Paula bawled her eyes out as she energetically fucked me. I knew it was from how she compartmentalized things in her brain. After she cried, she turned around to have me slowly fuck from behind while she read through the piles of papers.
I don’t even get how she can write with such beautiful penmanship while getting her pussy pounded.
She didn’t want me to pull out, so I stayed buried as she had me look over her shoulder at various stacks of papers.
“It is no wonder Rosie’s mother was allowed to die from her injuries, David. I can’t find fault in the hospital where they took Rosie’s mother after verifying their financial risk to the patient’s likelihood of surviving her injuries. It was only pure luck that Rosie’s mother could have an open airway with most of her face and jaw crushed by the truck’s grill. I am taking issue with the medical bills sent electronically for payment shortly after her death. Each came accompanied with a notice they filed against the dead woman’s estate. It is outrageously inflated, and the insurance company only paid them what they felt was reasonable. She was stuck with the remaining balance. Not unusual with some health insurance providers. Seven hundred dollars for a box of tissues, a one-ounce tube of lubricant, a paper hospital gown, and three pairs of exam gloves. That was for a gynecologist visit. I have yet to find one bill for her outpatient medical testing for less than a hundred thousand dollars. Overnight stays were at five thousand dollars for the use of the bed and room. They billed thousands of dollars an hour per employee who walked onto that floor during her stay.”
“Don’t all hospitals bill things out like that with outrageous prices?” I asked. “Mom complained about that for years. Said it was to make those who could pay way more than it cost to cover those who don’t have any money or insurance.”
Paula explained that was the case, but the insurance companies negotiated contract prices for the costs of everything. The hospital writes off the difference between the charge and contracted prices. What the insurance doesn’t pay against the lower price is billed to the insured. In this case, they had no contracted price, so the hospital charged whatever they wanted, took whatever Rosie’s mom’s insurance paid, and billed the rest to Rosie’s mom.
What made Paula so angry was that the insurance company noted that over seventy percent of the items got billed with a code that meant the insurance company said the charges were bogus. The things usually are part of facilities charges, like linens, exam gloves, and nurses. These hospitals were double-dipping as they tried to get in line for any money from settling Rosie’s mom’s estate.
“Rosie is the only surviving family member. As a minor, not to mention a preteen, she cannot serve as executor on her mother’s estate. Your parents asked me to be the probate attorney for the state. When I saw these medical charges, I gladly took on the responsibility,” Paula explained. “I will take pleasure in drafting the letters to the federal agencies responsible for dealing with these kinds of outrageous overbilling of patients. It delights me immensely to contact each hospital to inform them that Rosie’s mother’s estate consists of a nine-year-old car, around a hundred prepaid debit cards, and the two-hundred-dollar security deposit on the home she was renting. None of the prepaid debit cards have a remaining balance of more than five cents. They rented the house fully furnished. Based on debt categories in their state, the rental property owner is entitled to those debit cards and security deposits due to Rosie’s mother breaking the lease. It would not have been as pleasurable had Rosie’s mother not paid the estimated charges for her visit based on what her insurance covered.”
Damn, this stuff makes Paula’s wiener steamer get set on high.
Once her itch got scratched, Paula wanted to hang out with me. It took her no time to deal with the hospitals and probate court. Using her vast computer resources, Paula had every debt Rosie’s mother owed. These got detailed for the court. The court requires that Paula have the newspapers place an ad in the legal section regarding any claims against Rosie’s mom’s estate made within thirty days.
It was all merely a formality. With no estate to pay the debts, no one will get paid. They will get notified to eat that debt.
“You need not contemplate seeking to pay Rosie’s mother’s debt, David. While it wouldn’t even be a blip on your financial radar, it would send the wrong message. It only enables them to continue the unsustainable inflation of health care costs to those who can least afford them,” Paula told me.
Paula didn’t count over an hour of fucking in every position her body could contort toward her daily stretching and exercise regimen. I helped her stretch out, and then we went for a jog.
When did a brisk walk for me require Paula to jog?
“Good kitty. That is a good kitty. You stay right there,” we heard someone saying from around the corner.
I could hear the growl that wasn’t from any kitty cats we have around here. I had Paula stop and stayed back as I went around the corner.
Animal control was trying to get into a position to tranquilize a large mountain lion and a smaller one. So far, all of the animal control officer’s shots had missed their targets. Both animal control people sat back in a corner as the big cats blocked them. They were both pale as ghosts.
When I looked, I could see traces of where Ellen had linked to Sarah Jane and the kit before going to the nudist camp.
“Watch out!” one of the animal control people said when they saw both big cats turn toward me.
I looked both cats in the eyes and could sense them realizing I was THE alpha male in the universe. I didn’t need to link with them to make that connection. The link I made translated human to “big cat” when I talked to them.
The little one came over to rub against me so I would reach down to scratch him behind the ears. He curled up at my feet like an oversized house cat. Sarah Jane moved between the animal control officers and me. Her stance was that of a mama protecting her offspring from predators.
“Come here, Sarah Jane,” I told the big cat, and she moved over to sit beside me.
I told the animal control officers, “An animal control officer I know relocated this mother and kits to the forest near an abandoned RV park a long way from here. They will stay with me. I will ensure that they don’t stray or cause any problems. I have an enclosure where I can put them so that they won’t leave or be at risk of hurting anyone. I don’t want you two getting hurt, and Sarah Jane will kill you if you try to take her kit.”
“We need to ensure the public’s safety. Regulations require us to follow you to the enclosure to see that the mountain lions are secured,” the older of the two animal control officers said.
I told Paula it was safe.
“Ellen’s friends,” I told Paula.
The one at my feet got up and went over to rub up against Paula and started doing what sounded like purring.
Right then, the animal control officers got an urgent call asking if they had managed to deal with these two big cats. The person on the radio didn’t believe the two cats were acting like overgrown house pets. They explained that I told them I had an enclosure where I said I would take them, so they would follow me to ensure that was the case. Someone else called over the radio for backup.
Two juvenile mountain lions were prowling not far from the elementary and middle schools I had attended.
“Sarah Jane,” I told the big cat. “Go get your children. Don’t make me get Ellen.”
With that, the mom mountain lion bolted off toward the direction of the school. Not long after, Sarah Jane and the other two kits were with her. It was close enough to us that we heard her when she called out in a way that the other two would come to their mother. The animal control people at the school said that both big cats took off in the direction of the one they heard toward us.
One got a bit over-excited and ran at me at a full sprint. I knew it was playing. When it pounced at me, I moved to the side and caught it by the scruff of the neck. It stood there paralyzed, like when a mother cat picked up a kitten to move it somewhere else.
I sat the juvenile mountain lion on the ground next to me. It laid down where I placed it.
The person on the radio wanted to know where I was taking the big cats.
“The old Thomas Animal Rescue,” I told them.
Animal control said that the bank had foreclosed on it. I explained that wouldn’t be a problem.
“Once we get the cats in the enclosure, I will contact the Thomas family to help ensure the cats are well cared for while I deal with the financial side. It won’t be a problem. Can you call the sheriff to meet us there? If you don’t mind driving us over, I will get the cats into the back of your trucks. Walking there with four mountain lions will make people a bit uneasy,” I told them.
Because no one would believe them, they both had their cell phones recording as I went to the first truck and told Sarah Jane and the juvenile male with her to get in the back of one truck. The two from over by the school I directed to get in the other. All four jumped up into the trucks without a fuss. On the drive, the animal control officer with me called dispatch to have the sheriff meet us at the animal rescue.
The sheriff didn’t want to do it or to send any deputies until they heard it was me asking.
Paula had called the Thomas family that had run the rescue before getting into financial problems. They were there waiting for us. I saw a large cooler in the back of their pickup with a bit of blood on one side. The gate into one enclosure was already open and waiting.
“Is that meat for the mountain lions in the cooler?” I asked.
“We might need some encouragement to get them inside,” a tall, thin woman told me.
I smiled and said, “Perfect. I will give the lions one each to take inside to eat.”
“You will what?” the man beside the truck said.
“I will give them one of whatever hunks of meat to take inside to find somewhere to eat it,” I repeated.
I went to the back of both animal control trucks and let the four mountain lions out. The man and woman quickly reached for tranquilizer pistols.
Shrugging, I went to their cooler and got the hunks of meat out. The three juveniles took it from me and went into the enclosure to find a place to eat where they didn’t have to fight their siblings for it. Sarah Jane had other ideas.
“If you don’t take your clothes off, she will rip them off. Sarah Jane will bathe you, Paula, just as she did Ellen. You don’t have anything none of us haven’t seen before. Except for all of your scars,” I told Paula where Sarah Jane was trying to push Paula down on the ground.
Once Paula was nude, Sarah Jane licked Paula all over until the big cat decided Paula was clean. I noticed that Sarah Jane kept going back to lick Paula’s pussy whenever she got a faint scent of my cum from there. I gave Sarah Jane a hunk of meat she brought to put in Paula’s lap.
I gave it back to her and said, “Paula can’t go inside. I will bring Ellen here later.”
That seems to have satisfied Sarah Jane.
Once Sarah Jane was inside the enclosure, we closed the gate.
“Can someone tell me why there is a nude young woman here with blood all over her legs?” the sheriff asked when he walked over to us.
I laughed and said, “Sarah Jane, the mother of the three juvenile mountain lions, decided that Paula needed a bath. When I gave the cat some meat, she brought it to Paula, as a mother cat does for her young. She bathed my adopted daughter too.”
“So, let me get this straight. A mother mountain lion just licked Paula clean like Paula was one of her kits?” the sheriff asked. “A wild mountain lion.”
“Yep. The animal control officers took a video. Paula is over eighteen, so no worries about a nude child on video,” I explained.
He went to talk to the animal control people, Paula dressed, and I went over to speak to the Thomases.
“Thanks for coming right out. I needed a safe place for the four big cats while I found out why they weren’t in the forest, where I knew an animal control officer had taken them. It is over close to seven hundred miles away from here. There was plenty of game for them to hunt in that large forest,” I told them. “I will bring my daughter over after school. She will have a blast playing with the kits.”
The tall Thomas woman said, “Little girl around eleven?”
“Twelve now, but she was eleven when she brought Sarah Jane out of the woods near my cousin’s house,” I told her.
She explained to her father about Ellen.
Once done, I told them, “I need to make some calls, but for helping me, I will get your property back. I will create a fund to pay all the taxes, utilities, repair costs, vet bills, and animal food. We need this animal rescue around here. I have the money to help cover the costs so you can do what you do best, care for the animals.”
“I’m not going to lose any sleep over that,” the older Thomas said.
The bank was the easy part. They wanted to offload the property. No one was willing to pay the minimum bid on it when it went to auction. Paying cash solves a lot of bottlenecks. The Thomas’s owned it now. Paula had a way to expedite the closing paperwork. By the time I got the utilities back on, I had paid for the meat to feed the cats, and other things needed to be done here. All of the electronic signatures and closing paperwork were completed.
Animal control has to work with the Thomases to cover all the paperwork.
Paula has arranged a ride back for us back to my house. We got there a bit before Ellen.
“Ellen, throw on sweatpants, a tank, and a long-sleeved shirt. I got a surprise for you,” I told her.
When we got to the animal rescue, I told her to strip. The Thomases gave me stink-eye but looked worried when I opened the door to the enclosure, pushed Ellen in, and closed it again.
“I’m going to call Irving,” I told Ellen. “Something is very wrong. Sarah Jane and her three kits came all the way here from the RV park. I got them in here. It is time to see if you can keep Sarah Jane from pinning you down to bathe you. Paula never had a chance.”
Ellen was a bit slow to react. Soon she could dodge Sarah Jane trying to get the drop on her. It was still inevitable. Ellen giggled and sometimes moaned as Sarah Jane washed Ellen.
That is funny. A pussy licking a pussy. Ellen was clean long before Sarah Jane started licking all around Ellen’s pussy.
It must have been Ellen’s scent that brought the juvenile male over. She took off, and he chased after her. I could see her head and tail far enough apart that I knew he was bathing her now too, or at least washing part of her. Ellen had that look on her face.
“Irving,” I said once he answered the phone.
The girls were doing well. Both had matured a lot since I last saw them.
“Nice to talk to you, David, but it seems completely out of the blue,” Irving said.
I laughed and said, “So was finding that Sarah Jane and her three kits were prowling around my town today. We are a long way from the RV park. It is crazy that they could get here unseen. I have them over at a local animal rescue, and Ellen is playing with them right now. Or she will be once they stop bathing her between the legs. Any idea what the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t, but the girls and I are only an hour’s drive from there. We can swing through there to see what is going on. Ellen must have some psychic link to Sarah Jane for her to be able to come all that way,” Irving told me.
Much to the horror of the Thomases, I went into the enclosure with the cats and Ellen. The two juvenile females decided I looked like someone fun to play with or were protecting their habitat. Either way, they stalked me. One blocked a possible escape route while the other had gotten behind me.
At least my Spidey Sense is working for a change. No sneaking up on me, kitty.
One pounced. I dropped to the ground and rolled to my back. I used my legs to push the lion up and out toward her sister. I used the momentum to move toward the two stunned mountain lions before I used my arms to propel me up and over them. They weren’t expecting me to attack them from the other side. On some level, I got that they understood we were playing. They had used no teeth or claws, not that they could hurt me.
Both tired quickly.
One sat beside me, and the other lay on the ground when my phone rang.
“David, you are not going to believe this crazy shit,” Irving told me. “The plot of land Ellen’s father bought is ten square miles of forest. When you bought it, you got twenty square miles in total. Someone is clear-cutting that forest. They’ve already gotten within five miles of the RV park. I have some pull due to my job. I have the U.S. Forestry Service putting a stop to things. Based on what I saw with my drone, they are only clearing a twenty-mile-wide path inside your property lines. Are the cats safe where they are now?”
I told him I had funded the animal rescue. They had a quarter-mile by one-eighth-mile fully fenced-in area designed to contain various big cats.
“The male seems to like Ellen. He hasn’t left her side since he pinned her down to start bathing her, as his mother did not that long ago. I get the sense that the four mountain lions are comfortable here for now. It is a larger area than any zoos around,” I told him.
“Ellen,” I yelled. “We must get Paula and take you back to your old home. Someone is illegally clear-cutting all the forest on the property I own.”
On the way home, I explained to Paula what I knew so far. Irving, Leah, and Kirsten were there now, waiting on me to get there. I had Mom and Dad heading home from work to go with us. Paula let the staff know what was up, so they already had clothes packed for us when I arrived. A helicopter waited to take the five of us to one of the super-fast aircraft. We were in the air thirty-five minutes after I got the call from Irving.
“David,” dad said. “You didn’t tell us why we had to drop everything and go with you.”
They had already heard about Ellen and Sarah Jane from when I took Ellen to meet my cousins.
“Sarah Jane and her kits were found by animal control here in town, not far from our house and the private school. I got them to the animal rescue, who I had to rescue first. Irving is one of the people that taught Ellen’s dad how to survive off the grid in the woods around the RV park. Many of those skills Ellen’s father taught her. He took the mountain lions to the RV park to give them a new home when I called to see why the mountain lions would travel over seven hundred miles to get to us when they had all they could need in the forest around the RV park.
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