Saving Leslie
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Saving Leslie Pt. 02 free porn video
Thank you for the kind words and support. I do tend to finish this one out, I just don’t write at a rapid pace. I also get distracted easily. Comments and feedback are welcome of course. This chapter again features no sex. Anyway, let’s continue where we last left off.
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Leslie’s tears fell for several moments before either spoke again.
‘Good. That’s step one. Now we’re going to confront that issue.’ He stated flatly.
‘How?’ Leslie was a tad incredulous. Even through her damp eyes she knew he was leaping to conclusions. ‘I’ve had rehab before. They don’t work for me.’
‘Because you let them.’ Lee cleared some of the bottles of his desk and took up a notepad. ‘I think much of it, revolves around you getting an out. Unfortunately, my methods are less civil. Since you’ve agreed to this, or your lawyer has in your stead, you are effectively my charge.’
‘Meaning?’ Lindsay didn’t like where this was heading.
‘I am your guardian for all purposes. I choose what you do, when you do it, what you eat, where you go…everything basically.’
‘That’s not fucking fair!’ She shouted, standing abruptly nearly knocking over her iv stand. She only calmed down when she sensed Enrique’s presence behind her.
‘Oh I know it’s not.’ Lee stated while she resumed her seat. ‘Unfortunately, you didn’t give anybody a choice in the matter. Right now, we’re just going to talk. Later, you’ll be heading to my place. There you’ll stay until I deem your recovery satisfactory.’
‘Should I get on the couch?’ She responded sarcastically.
‘If you want. I’m not discerning. I’m just going to start with one question. Why?’
Leslie was laying halfway down on the couch. ‘Why?’
‘Yes. What has caused the moon and stars to align in such a way that a young actress, as talented and beautiful as you are, to start taking recreational drugs?’ Lee asked, waxing poetic.
‘I just…’ Leslie blushed slightly at the compliment but still found herself unable to answer.
‘It says here,’ Lee flipped through her file. ‘That when you were younger, your parents, your father specifically, pushed you to take on every role possible. You were really young at the time, working as a model, actress, singing, voice over, in addition to school. That’s a lot of pressure to put on a child.’
Leslie just nodded. ‘Then you get nominated for an award or two, people start telling you how wonderful you are. There’s a lot of pressure there.’
‘There is.’ Even as she said that Leslie considered her career. ‘I started with a small role, got the lead in a Disney film. By 8 I was doing ads for a major kids retailer.’ Leslie thought, brushing a stray loch of hair aside. ‘There’s a lot of pressure to keep up with everything. Make everyone happy, they say you’re great and expect that all out of you. You never get a chance to be yourself.’
‘Mmmhmm. We see that in other stars. The Coreys both had that. Started with uppers, went to downers, then moved to harder drugs.’ Lee stated writing something in his notepad. ‘If you ask me, a certain singer is doing the same thing. She never had a childhood, being a Disney kid and possessing an overly aggressive parent. All her behavior now is acting out for attention and showing her father what’s what.’
‘How does that relate to me?’ Leslie asked, turning to face him on the couch. ‘You said that was about me.’
Lee smiled, ‘Pushy aren’t we? It does related to you. I’m just thinking that you see a bit of yourself in her, I mean your paths are similar.’
Silence. ‘A little.’
‘Good.’ Lee checked the clock on the wall. ‘That’s all, I think you can go back to your room now and rest. In a few days you’ll see your abode.’
Leslie practically flew up from her seat. ‘My abode?’
‘Your living arrangements.’
‘Oh.’
‘I’ll check with the doctors but they might be able to get that IV out of you so you don’t have lug that stand around. I’ll also try to get some of your clothes so you aren’t mooning people everytime you turn around.’
Red faced, Leslie grabbed at the hospital gown, pulling it tight across her backend.
‘That’s all for today. You’ll have a regular doctor to see to your needs.’ Lee put his notepad down and regarded her. ‘This will not be fun I assure you, but you will come out for it all the better. Confronting your addictions head on. You’re going to hate me at times, but I can take it. I’ve been called every name in the book.’
‘I already hate you!’ It was all she could muster as she shimmied out of the room, one hand on her stand, the other holding her gown closed.
‘Cute.’ Lee stated as he watched her go. Enrique merely nodded before following her out.
**
Leslie walked back to her room with her guard in tow. She recoiled as she made her way past the boxes that sat outside Lee’s office. ‘Are all of these mine?’ No doubt her mute companion saw that reaction. It was an odd feeling, like being followed by the paparazzi without the shouting. It was…unnerving. ‘Do you make a noise?’
‘Only if I have to.’ His voice was rich, and inviting. Enrique’s accent was just enough for Leslie to feel a longing down below. Lee fortunately made no mention of her other addiction. ‘How long has it been? A week? Two?’ It was enough to make her go crazy.
Getting back to her room, she practically crawled back into the bed, the blankets a small measure of comfort from all that was happening. Leslie did managed to find a remote, hidden under a spare pillow, and laid there watching TV. Kim Kardashian was indeed complaining about her fame. Ironic considering she relished it at the same time. At the time Extra came on Shawnie appeared in her room, bearing a tray of food.
‘That Mario Lopez. He’s a hottie.’ Shawnie stated in a purr. ‘He can report for me all night long.’
‘He’s alright.’ Leslie didn’t feel like arguing or conversing for that matter, ‘I guess.’
‘Don’t you be insulting that fine latin ass young lady, or I’ll have you begging for this meal.’ Shawnie snapped at her. From her tone, Leslie believed her.
She picked at the meal with a discerning eye and plastic silverware. Safety she imagined. ‘What is this?’
‘Food.’
Leslie resisted the urge to roll her eyes, not sure if that would bring a punishment. ‘I mean what is this meal.’
‘Well you see.’ The older woman wheeled over and started pointing out compartments. ‘You have fried chicken, my recipe. Garlic mashed potatoes, and baked beans. Top it all off with some corn bread. We’ll get meat back on those bones.’
This was like living with her grandmother, Gertrude ‘Food Pusher’ Ryan. ‘Okay.’
‘You clear that plate and we’ll talk dessert. If you’re good maybe ice cream or cheesecake.’
‘Oh goodie!’ The sarcasm was hopefully not too evident.
‘Now dig, that meal won’t stay warm forever.’
Leslie absently picked at the food, finally giving up and starting to eat. Everything was surprisingly delicious. ‘This is really good, do we always eat like this?’
‘No ma’am. Lee decided you needed something special for your first day. After that it’s standard food.’
Leslie nodded, slightly dejected. ‘What about after?’ She said through a mouth full for chicken.
‘Swallow before you speak young lady.’ Shawnie chastised ‘Lee will decide. He’s an excellent chief.’
The blonde slouched, It seems that her new therapist had a velvet glove covering an iron fist. She hoped it wasn’t too bad. Leslie opted to distract herself by watching Mario on the television
‘…and it’s reported that she is in a hospital right now after this latest episode. No word on her treatment or if she’ll be going to rehab again. This’ll be number 4 for her. In other news…’
Even though she missed the first part of the story, Leslie knew it was about her. ‘Great, now the world knows. I m
ight as well hold a press conference about it.’ In a flash of anger she reached for the remote, only to have it snatched away at the last second. ‘No. You throw that, the food goes as does the TV.’
‘Can I do anything in here?’
‘Mmmhmm, your doctor will be in later. You’ll be working with her and Lee on your issues. It’s working therapy. For now just eat.’
Leslie had finished her plate by the time the show ended, which Shawnie took from her. With nary a word, the black lady left. She sighed, this was going to be a nightmare it seemed. Leslie had resigned herself to waiting when her door burst open. A gorgeous doctor walking in, clipboard in hand.
‘Good Afternoon Ms. Ryan, or Leslie…can I call you Leslie?’ Leslie nodded dumbly.
‘Okay then Leslie, I want to talk to you today, go over some things, then we’ll get you settled okay?’
Again she nodded, her brain just struggling to take in her doctor. She was tall, much taller than herself, and those black heels made her just tower over her. Grey slacks covered her shapely legs, and most likely shapely rear end. A small black belt encircled a narrow waist, leading up to a blue button up shirt that was filled out nicely from her small chest. Over this, she wore an open labcoat where all her instruments sat. Her skin was like toffee, her face sprinkled with a modest amount of freckles. Her hair, brunette tresses hung in a wavy curly pattern made Leslie jealous. Her hazel eyes sparkled that suggested everyday was a thrill to be alive. Her mouth opened revealing pearly white teeth.
‘..Are you even listening to me?’ The mulatto doctor waved a hand in front of her face. ‘Leslie…you in there?’
‘Ah what? Sorry, I got distracted.’
‘It’s okay.’ She said smiling. ‘I said my name is Genevieve Johnson. Gen is you’re nice. Dr. Johnson if you’re not. I’m going to be your primary care physician for now.’
‘Is there anything I need to do?’
‘Right now? No. We’re just going to take your vitals. I want to get that needle out of your arm.’ She said while removing her stethoscope. Leslie winced as the she felt the cold metal over her gown. ‘Alright, now breathe.’
Leslie complied, feeling the Gens strong hand on her shoulder and the stethoscope moving around her chest. She nearly yelped as it touched the bare flesh of her back.
‘Alright now cough.’ Leslie complied ‘Again…and once more. You sound good, let’s see that mouth. Open up…tongue out, now to the roof of your mouth. Good.’
Medical exams always made her nervous, she was never a fan of needles and always felt like the doctor was judging her. ‘What’s up?’
‘Well, you’re looking good, I think the danger is past and we can get this out.’ Gen stated, gesturing to the needle. She took out a cotton ball and a bandaid. ‘This might sting a little. Count of 3. 1..’
Leslie was about to tense when she felt the needle withdraw from her skin. Already the cottonball was in place and the bandaid going on. ‘I thought you said 3!’ She nearly shouted.
‘I lied.’ Gen said laughing, ‘I lied, if I waited to 3 you would of tensed, makes the whole process much more painful for you.’ She closed off the IV and set it aside.
Leslie merely grumbled at her statement.
‘That’s the spirit. Now you should get to bed early, tomorrow is going to be busy.’ Already Leslie was rubbing her arm.
‘What happens?
Gen opened her mouth but was interrupted by a knock on the door. ‘Come in.’ She made a motion through the glass, signaling Shawnie to come in.
‘Excuse me Dr. but these are for her.’ She said holding up a pair of Batman pajama bottoms and matching grey shirt.
‘It’s quite alright. Leslie, strip down and change.’
Leslie held the sheets of her bed up protectively. ‘Right here in front of you?’
The doctor and nurse both laughed. ‘Of course, I want a sneak preview for tomorrow. Come on now, show us some skin.’
‘But I’ll be naked!’
‘Don’t worry about it, just get undressed you don’t need to make a show out of it.’ She pulled a pen from her pocket and started making notes on her clipboard. Silently watching as Leslie slowly complied. The hospital gown slipped off and hit the floor, just as quickly the pants went on to cover her nudity, and the top went on to cover her bare breasts.
‘Happy?’
‘It’ll do for now.’ The doctor got up as Leslie climbed back into bed. ‘There’s a call button over here if you need it. Bathroom is through that door. Both rooms are monitored. Rest now, tomorrow the real work begins. I’ll see you early in the morning.’
Shawnie waited until the doctor left, lingering for just a moment. ‘You best be following her orders, she’s one of the best.’
‘Thank…you…?’ Leslie said, slightly unsure in the statement.
‘Take care Ms. Ryan, we’ll see you in the morning.’ Shawnie flipped the lights off and left Leslie alone in her room. Just the light of the TV and a soft nightlight illuminated the room. ‘Well this is where I’m going to be I guess.’
Leslie slid deeper under the covers and thought to herself. ‘Is this the second chance I asked for? Is this just purgatory?’ She was never a religious person, but now wasn’t certain. A million questions ran across her brain in some bizarre flash card game. She could only see a few of them, and knew the answers to even less. Her final thought before she slipped unconscious was simple. ‘Why are they even trying with me?’
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