Johnny Pulaski Chapter 12

Posted: March 20, 2006 - 12:01:39 am

I aimed a kick at the dog that had grabbed the little girls arm. My aim

was good and I had some momentum when I connected with his ribs. The dog

yelped as my hiking boot struck full force and he went flying. The

little girl was dragged off her feet as the dog refused to relinquish

its grip. Then, miraculously her jacket came off her arm, as all the dog

had grabbed was sleeve. I quickly spun the girl around and pulled the

other sleeve off her arm. My sudden appearance had caused the second dog

to pause. Now he was advance toward the three of us growling low in his

throat.

"Pick up the baby and start moving towards that red truck. Walk, don't

run, and I'll stay between you and the dogs."

I didn't get a chance to see if she was complying because the first dog

was on his feet now and both animals were advancing toward me. My brain

flashed on this Animal Planet show about Jackals I'd seen as the two

dogs separated and flanked me. The dog that I kicked was limping

slightly. I tried to watch them both but I was more leery of the one I

hadn't kicked. So, of course, it was the gimpy one who launched himself

at me and snapped at my arm. I spun away from him and jerked my arm back

just as he bit down. Pain raced up my forearm as he took a chomp but

luckily his momentum and my arm moving back didn't let him get a good

grip. Instead, he tore a couple of gashes in my arm about four inches

below my elbow.

When the first dog was sailing away from me the second raced in and

grabbed me by the calf. He had a good hold on me and was shaking his

head violently. Jesus, that hurt like hell. I was trying to keep my

balance and grab at the dog when help arrived from a most unexpected

source. Eighty-five pounds of long eared hound barreled into the dog

attached to my leg and sent us all three tumbling on the ground. As I

got to my feet I saw that Shelia had backed my truck up and the woman

and child were already in the cab. Both women were looking fearfully out

the back window.

The pit bulls, almost genetically engineered for dog fighting,

immediately ignored me and attacked Jethro. Jethro was big and game but

was no match for the pit bulls. I waded in and tried kicking the dog I

kicked before in the same place. I wasn't able to get the same force in

my kicks as I did the first time but I at least loosened his grip enough

to pull him off Jethro by his choke chain. The second dog had Jethro

down on his back and his teeth fastened to the big hound's throat. I

grabbed his choke chain as well but he hung on to Jethro tenaciously.

I was tugging furiously when I heard someone order, "Let him go son."

I turned and saw a Deputy Sheriff off to my right with a Taser in his hand.

I let go of the dog on Jethro and took a step or two back. I still had

the other dog dancing on his back legs as I held him off the ground by

his choke chain. The deputy fired the Taser and the darts stuck in

Jethro's assailant near his neck. When the dog stiffened and howled I

grabbed the loop on his choke chain and pulled him off Jethro. Jethro

was covered in blood and was panting rapidly but the wide leather collar

Papa had him outfitted with had kept his throat intact. The deputy

quickly grabbed one of the dogs I was restraining and called for animal

control. It only took a couple of minutes for the Animal Control Officer

to arrive. Turns out she and the deputy both were in the vicinity of the

park looking for these very dogs. The pair had killed some lady's poodle

about three blocks from here an hour ago.

It took the paramedics about five minutes longer to get there. One medic

checked out the little girl while the other worked on me. I had received

a few more bites trying to get the dogs off Jethro. As I was being

treated I gave the deputy my personal information and told him what

happened. The one paramedic quickly determined the little girl was

uninjured and he and the animal control lady tended to Jethro. I refused

an ambulance, promising the paramedics I'd go straight to the ER as soon

as I took care of my grandfather's dog. The animal control officer told

me where the emergency vet was located and even called ahead for me. She

helped me load Jethro onto the back of my truck. I sat and held him

while Shelia drove us to the veterinarian's office.

Thankfully, Jethro Pulaski, Polish Wonder Hound, wasn't as badly injured

as I thought. Oh, he needed some stitches and lost part of an ear, but

it could have been much worse. I had called Katrina and Dad on the way

to the vets; they arrived about fifteen minutes after we did. Katrina

was livid that I was still at the vets and not at the emergency room.

Dad shushed her but she was still fuming. Dad took charge of getting

Jethro home and thirty minutes later Katrina, Shelia and I were at the

ER. The adrenalin had worn off by then and my leg hurt like the dickens.

The nurse at the ER desk parked me on a bench with some forms to fill out.

I had to wait an hour for my turn to be treated. A Nurse Practitioner

took one look at my calf and zoomed out of the room in search of a

doctor. It took seventy-five stitches, most of them in my calf, to get

all my bites closed up. For good measure the doctor had administered a

big shot of antibiotics right in my left butt cheek.

It was almost five when I was released from the ER. Katrina drove me to

our grandparents' then took Shelia to the park to get her car. Katrina

also took the two prescriptions the doctor had given me to get them

filled. He had prescribed some heavy-duty antibiotics and five days

worth of Percodan. Shelia kissed me tenderly before they left. I told

her how impressed I was at how she handled herself under pressure. My

dad asked me if I wanted him to stay and keep me company and I said that

I was fine and to go on home.

I sat on the couch and put my left foot on the coffee table. I was

feeling no pain because of whatever they gave me at the emergency room.

Jethro limped over from his usual spot and gingerly lay down with his

head on my foot. I couldn't believe that he wanted to be near me after

the crap I'd gotten him into today. The Doofus had been under my care

for less than twenty-four hours and I had almost killed him already.

What the heck was I going to tell Papa?

My cell phone rang while I was sitting there watching the news.

"Hello, Mr. Pulaski?" a soft feminine voice asked.

"This is Johnny Pulaski," I acknowledged.

"Oh, hi, this is Kayla Thorpe, you saved my daughter and me in the park

today. I got your name from the police and your father gave me your cell

number. I hope you don't mind me calling. I don't know how I could ever

th-th-thank you enough," she managed to say as she broke down in sobs.

"You just did," I said soothingly. "How's your little girl?"

She had regained her composure somewhat, "Emma's fine. It happened so

quickly she didn't have much of a chance to get scared. I kept her from

looking while you were being attacked."

"That's good, Mrs. Thorpe, I'm happy I could help."

"I would like to thank you in person, Mr. Pulaski. Maybe you could come

over to dinner with us one day this week."

"Sure Mrs. Thorpe, but not unless you call me Johnny."

She laughed then, something about it sounded as if she didn't do it

much. "Okay, Johnny, and it's Kayla to you."

We worked out the arrangements and agreed on Wednesday evening at six.

She gave me her address and phone number before we rang off. I was happy

the little girl seemed to be taking the incident so well; it was very

smart of her mom to keep her from seeing anything else. The news

mentioned the two dogs and their rampage. The attack in the park was

covered but my name was not. They ran an interview with the heartbroken

lady whose poodle was killed and related that the owner of the dogs had

yet to be located.

Katrina came in at seven carrying three take-out pizzas and my

prescriptions. She was also carrying her backpack. She took the pizzas

to the kitchen and came and sat by me on the couch. Her face was a mask

of concern. I think I liked it better when she was just angry with me.

She pushed my hair back off my forehead with a touch so tender I

involuntarily shivered.

"Are you doing okay Bro? I got here as quick as I could."

"I'm fine Trina. That pizza smells good though, and I'm starved."

She sprang off the couch. "Stay right there and I'll bring you some. I

got you meat lovers with hot peppers, I hope you still like that. Oh,

and I brought a meat lovers for Jethro, I figured he deserves it."

Hell yeah, he deserved it! Jethro ambled to his feet when Katrina put

the open pizza box down in front of him. Jethro loved people food and

getting it was a rare treat for him. Whatever damage the pit bulls had

done to him didn't affect his appetite in the slightest as he shoved the

pizza box across the hardwood floor to get every crumb. Katrina and I

sat on the couch and ate pizza off the coffee table. She offered me a

piece of hers and I almost gagged. Who in their right mind would cover a

pizza in fruit and veggies? Geez, you could graze out on the lawn and

get the same green ick. A pizza wasn't a pizza unless two or three

mammals sacrificed their lives for it.

I ate with about as much gusto as Jethro; I had been famished because my

carefully selected subs were still untouched in my truck. When I

finished eating, Katrina took the plates and pizza boxes back to the

kitchen. When she came back she sat down next to me again.

"Johnny, I'm sorry I got mad at you today. I just hate the idea of you

being hurt and too stubborn to get treated. I'm also very proud of you,

that was a very brave thing to do. It bothers me sometimes that all the

best men are Pulaskis and off limits to me."

I hugged her to me and kissed her hair. "How do you think I feel having

the smartest, sexiest woman in the world next to me right now and she's

my sister?"

She liked that and snuggled up tighter against me. It was great sitting

there with her, mindlessly watching the tube. At nine we watched

*/'Desperate Housewives'/*, her favorite show. That Teri Hatcher was a

hoot. When the show was over I asked her if she was headed home.

"Nope, I'm your nurse tonight."

"I appreciate the offer Trina but I can manage okay. Besides, I don't

want to make you miss out on one of your few nights here."

"I want to be here, Dummy, so shut up about it. Anyway, I won't have to

worry about doing it again tomorrow, because once the news gets out

women will be fighting for a chance to take care of you."

I didn't want to argue with her over something she was obviously

determined to do.

"Okay Nurse Ratchet, first order of business is figuring out how I'm

going to take a shower without getting these bandages wet."

"You know the doctor said no shower until Tuesday, Baby Brother, so

don't try to pull something on me. You can wash yourself in the sink and

I'll wash your hair. How's that?"

I huffed a big sigh. "Darn, I was hoping you'd take a shower with me to

insure I didn't fall or anything."

She laughed and punched my arm playfully. "Maybe next time. Can you walk

or do I need to help you?"

We figured out a system where Katrina brought a chair into the bathroom

and I bathed in the sink. I managed to get all the dried blood off me,

as well as most of the betadine solution that they slopped on me. When I

was finished scrubbing myself the best I could, I put on a clean pair of

black boxer briefs and called Katrina in to try the shampoo thing. I

gotta tell you that her strong fingers working the lather into my scalp

felt terrific. When we exited the bathroom we hit a snag about sleeping

arrangements. Neither of us was about to sleep in my grandparents' bed

and the guest room was the only other room set up as a bedroom.

I said I'd sleep on the couch, and she said no, she would. After some

back and forth, Katrina held up her hand.

"Listen, it's stupid for either of us to sleep on the couch. I'll just

sleep here with you, that way I will already be here if you need anything."

"Okay, but no stealing the covers and keep those big, cold Polish feet

off me."

She laughed and headed to take a shower, lucky girl, while I let Jethro

out to do his business. I fixed Jethro up by bringing his doggie bed

into the guest room and putting it at the foot of the bed. He plopped

down, cranked out a huge yawn, and went to sleep. I was reading when

Katrina came back to the bedroom. Her nightwear consisted of a tee shirt

that barely covered her tush.

"I stole this shirt out of you dresser, guess I should have checked the

size," she said sheepishly.

I guess she should have; it was an */AC/DC/* concert shirt I got when I

was fourteen and was about half the size I was now.

When she walked past me I could see her butt cheeks. "Ah Trina, I think

you forgot your undies," I said.

She giggled and flipped up the back of her (my) shirt. "Nope, t-back, do

you like it? I just started wearing these a few months ago under my

dress uniform because they don't leave panty lines."

"Oh, good idea," I said intelligently.

She slipped under the covers and grabbed a magazine off the nightstand.

She wiggled around a bunch then slid further under the covers. Next

thing I know she whips the t-shirt out from under the covers and tosses

it across the room.

"That's much better," she sighed, "I was losing circulation in that thing."

Since she was completely covered from the neck down I just grunted and

kept reading. I was just getting towards the end Reed Arvin's '*/Blood

of Angels'/*. The part where the strange, sexy minister named Fiona

Townes was about to jump the hero's bones. I liked Reed Arvin's work,

although I thought he might, at least once in a while, let the hero keep

the girl. By the time I finished the book, Katrina was sleeping soundly

with her back to me. I turned off the bedside lamp and turned on my side

away from her. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I woke up the next morning as Katrina was trying to quietly get out of

bed. I rolled over and looked at her forgetting she was topless. She

tried grabbing the covers but they were tucked under me. Finally she

just shrugged and walked over to her backpack. I couldn't decide which

view I liked better as she rooted around in the pack for a shirt. She

found a shirt but turned towards me to put it on. When it dropped in

place she put on a pair of her infamous silk boxers, this pair yellow,

with a huge smiley face on the front. She looked at me with this evil leer.

"Okay now you get up," she said.

I tried to stammer out an excuse because I was sprouting major morning

wood. Seeing Katrina that way made it one of those mornings when Kong

was so hard, the neighbor's cat could have sharpened its claws on him.

Katrina knew enough about men to know my condition. She just stood there.

"I'll stand here until you pee the bed," she said with a smirk.

Knowing she had me, I groaned and swung my legs out of bed. A tongue of

fire raced up my leg from my calf as soon as I set my left foot down. I

groaned but determinedly took a step. Katrina's face lost its smug grin

as she jumped over and took my arm.

"It's okay Trina, I think I'm just stiff," I said.

She giggled and looked down where my shorts were tented. "I'll say," she

quipped.

It was seven-thirty by the time we reached the kitchen. Jethro was

standing at the back door impatiently waiting to water the flowers. The

big goof looked surprisingly chipper considering the day he had

yesterday. I took him out back and hooked him to his runner. My leg was

feeling much better even though it twinged when I move too quickly. I

felt good enough to avoid taking a Percodan. Katrina fixed us some

breakfast then I drove her home. I parked in our drive way but stopped

Katrina from getting out of the truck.

"Thanks, Trina, for taking care of me. You are the best sister I could

have ever wished for."

Then I broached the subject we had both been avoiding.

"Mom is due in today; I wish I could feel the same way about her."

Katrina nodded and looked out the windshield. "I know what you mean. She

and Dad told me she was moving to Houston right before they took me out

to the Academy. She's been out to visit me a few times too. I still

don't know what to think. I think her behavior is one reason I feel so

much closer to you now. I decided that I don't ever want to become as

focused on a career as she is. It's like an obsession with her."

I nodded my agreement. "Dad says that it's temporary but I don't know if

I believe that. She seems to show up here every once in a while as if

seeing us was an unpleasant duty she couldn't avoid."

Then I just had to say it, voicing the queasy thought that had been

skittering around in the back of my head all these months.

"Trina, do you think Mom has found someone else? I mean all those macho

astronauts like Buck Gomez are around her all the time. Dad is the

greatest guy in the world but he certainly isn't the most exciting."

Katrina gave me this really shocked look. "No way! Only one man in the

world impresses Mom, and that's Dad. If I had to guess, I'd say her

problem was menopause coupled with an opportunity to do something she's

always dreamed of. You know even I hear rumors at the Academy about her

becoming the next head of NASA."

I drove off feeling a little better for our having talked about Mom. I

sure hoped my sister was as right as she usually was.

Back at my grandparents' I gave Jethro his antibiotics and put some

salve on his stitches. I was beyond happy that he was doing so well. He

and I were playing tug of war with a piece of rope when my cell phone

rang. It was Dee-Dee and she was upset.

"Jennifer just told me what happened. Are you okay, Baby?"

"I'm fine Dee-Dee, just a few scratches," I replied.

"Don't give me that macho bull, Johnny. I work at a television station

remember? The dog attacks are a big story. I even did a commentary about

how dangerous pit bulls are. According to our reporter you are a big

hero. When I left the station she was at the Sheriff's Office getting a

police report to find out your name for an interview. Where are you

right now?"

"I'm at my grandparents' house."

"Stay there, I'll be right over."

Dee was at the front door five minutes after we hung up. When I let her

in she just stood there looking at me, her lip quivering.

"See I'm fine Dee-Dee, now give me a hug."

She sagged against me, her head on my chest. "I was so scared for you

Johnny; I had to come see for myself that you were really okay."

I gently stroked her hair as I held her. I was touched at her genuine

concern. "I'm fine," I reiterated.

I led her into the living room and set her on the couch. She had a death

grip on my good arm, as if she thought I'd disappear if she let go. She

made me tell her the whole story. The number of stitches I had to get

appalled her. I asked her how Jen knew what had happened. She said that

Shelia Cavanaugh had called one of the other cheerleaders about it.

Telling one of the team was tantamount to telling all of them.

My phone rang again while we were talking. It was Katrina this time.

"Johnny, some woman from Channel 16 was just here. She wanted to

interview you about yesterday but I wouldn't tell her where you were."

I thanked her and told her she had done the right thing. I told Dee-Dee

what Katrina said and asked her what I should do. Dee told me that I

needed to give the reporter an interview but should make it somewhere

besides my house. I agreed, so Dee beeped the reporter on her Nextel.

The reporter was on her way to interview Kayla Thorpe. Dee arranged for

me to meet the reporter at the park at one in the afternoon. While she

was talking I started unbuttoning her blouse. She gave me a look but

didn't push my hands away. She finished the call just as I started

pulling her blouse out of her skirt.

"What are you doing, Johnny?"

"I'm getting ready to demonstrate how okay I really feel," I answered.

I showed her twice right there on Nana's couch. She kept admonishing me

not to hurt myself but she was as needy as I was. We hadn't been

together like this in months. Afterwards we talked as I stroked her

sweet little body, catching up on each other's lives. I was surprised

when she told me Mr. Caldwell was trying to reconcile with her. She had

even allowed him to move back in the house. He told her he was through

chasing skirts and had begged her forgiveness. She wasn't sleeping with

him yet but admitted she probably would soon. She said he was crazy

about the new vivacious her and admitted she teased him unmercifully. I

was happy for her even though I knew we wouldn't be able to do what we

were doing now if they got back together.

Dee helped me get cleaned up for the interview. She didn't have to work

under the same restraints as Katrina, so she washed me, as I stood naked

in the bathtub. Then she shampooed my hair over the sink. Her fingers

were even more magical than my sisters. She made us lunch after

insisting on helping me dress. We hugged and kissed before going out the

door. She headed home and I loaded Jethro into my truck. I wasn't about

to be interviewed unless Jethro got the credit he was due.

We got to the park at ten till; the reporter and her cameraman were

already there. I pulled up next to the Channel 16 news van and hopped

out. I went to the passenger door and let Jethro out as well. I had put

Jethro on his leash for the interview so he wouldn't get into any

mischief (I thought).

The interview did not go the way I, and certainly not the young blonde

reporter, expected. I could have sold tickets to the thing and gotten

rich. The reporter put us into position; Jethro sat down obediently at

my side looking at us all curiously. When the cameraman said, "rolling"

the reporter introduced herself and started to give her lead in. At

about her second line Jethro's self-restraint crumbled, he leaned

forward, stuck his head under her skirt, and shoved his nose into her

butt. The reported screeched out a loud "Eek" and jumped forward.

I don't know what Jethro found under there that was so interesting

(well, actually I do) but he sure liked whatever it was. The cameraman

gleefully kept the camera rolling as Jethro pulled the slack out of his

leash and dove back for seconds.

News Lady squealed again. "Turn off that camera Roland, damn you," she

snarled as she tried pushing Jethro away.

She finally did her intro standing about ten feet in front of us. I got

Jethro to sit, but he was aquiver as he looked doe eyed at the reporter.

When she interviewed me she stood warily on the side of me opposite

Jethro. Jethro sprouted a big pink erection while she was asking me a

question. Roland the camera guy started cracking up as Jethro bent over

and nonchalantly licked his dick. It took four tries for her to finally

get through the interview. To show herself in a good light the reporter

bent over and gave Jethro a pat on the head. He thanked her by reaching

up and licking her face from chin to forehead. She turned a lovely

greenish color when she remembered where that same tongue had been just

minutes before.

She stomped off muttering after telling Roland to make sure I signed a

release. When she was out of earshot, sitting in the van pouting, he

gave me a grin.

"Damn that dog is the first person to ever get that witch's goat and I

have it all on tape. Tell me where to send it and I'll mail you a copy."

I told him just to give it to Ms. Drake. She was a family friend, I

explained, and would make sure I got it. I left as Roland was putting

his gear in the van. I drove Jethro home then went to our house. Mom's

plane from London was scheduled to arrive at one-fifteen. If the flight

was on time, Dad should have her home by three.

I dialed Shelia's number as soon as I was in the house. One of the twins

answered the phone. My ability to differentiate between them didn't

extend to the phone. When I identified myself the twin yelled for her

mother before I could ask for Shelia.

"Hi, Johnny, it's Ellen, Mom wants to talk to you before you talk to

Shelia. You rock Johnny, that was so cool what you did. You are the only

hero I ever kissed. Here comes Mom, see ya."

Mrs. Cavanaugh came on the phone, her voice flat and neutral.

"Mr. Pulaski, that was a noble thing you did yesterday but it was

extremely foolish, too. Shelia says you kept her out of danger this time

but I worry that you'll do something as precipitous again when she's

with you. I don't want my daughter to get hurt inadvertently because you

have to prove how manly you are."

I held the phone away from my ear in disbelief. What the hell was she

talking about?

"Mrs. Cavanaugh, I only did what I thought was right. I'd like to think

you'd do the same instead of letting a child be mauled. But maybe not,

after all, it wasn't some blue blood's kid, so what would it matter to you?"

I slammed down the phone fuming. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't

looking for her adulation. But, Christ, to accuse me of doing it to make

myself look good - that blew.

My cell phone rang not five minutes later: the Cavanaughs' name and

number popped up on my caller ID. I was in no mood to let Mrs. Cavanaugh

finish her tirade so I rejected the call. I pretty much figured that

Shelia and I had spent our last time together. Even if she was allowed

to go out with me again, I wasn't about to put up with any more of her

psycho mother. One dysfunctional mom was all I could handle at a time,

and that one was on her way home from the airport.

Dad and Katrina drove up with Mom at three-thirty. Mom looked tired, but

seemed happy to be home for once. She made a fuss over me, checking my

bandages and asking me questions. It was kind of weird having her do

that. I was so used to her being only peripherally involved in my life

that her acting like a mother seemed odd and unnatural. I think Mom

noticed my unconscious reaction because she looked sad when she went

upstairs to freshen up.

We went to Olga's as a family for the first time in eight months. Aunt

Olie made a huge to-do over Katrina. We got a nice table and had an

enjoyable meal. For once Mom was fully engaged in the conversation,

regaling us with stories from the conference she just attended. It was

close to eight when we arrived home. Mom excused herself and said she

was tired from the flight and time change. Dad gave an exaggerated yawn

and said he was going to turn in also. As soon as they disappeared arm

in arm down the hallway Katrina and I exchanged high fives.

I hung out with Katrina for a while, as she got ready to go out with a

couple of her old friends. She said they were going to a dance club and

could sneak me in if I wanted to go. I told her thanks but no thanks.

Katrina told me I could probably score with one of her friends if I

went; they both thought I was hunky. I just laughed and said, "Yeah,

I'll bet." Katrina shrugged and slipped out of the dress she had been

wearing. She took off her bra and tossed it on the bed as if I wasn't

there and squirmed her way into some skintight jeans. I was fun watching

her breasts cut arcs through the air as she tugged the jeans over her hips.

After she had the jeans fastened she pulled this satin bra out of her

drawer and stuffed her breasts in it. The bra made her look like she had

grown a cup size. Over the bra went a tight red shirt that exposed her

navel. Man did she look some kind of hot.

"What do you think, Bro?" she asked coyly.

"I think I wish one of us was adopted," I answered.

I left when Katrina did, heading back to my grandparents. I had left my

cell phone in my truck when we went to eat so I turned it on as I drove

off. When the phone powered up it gave me the voice mail beep so I

flipped it open. I was surprised I had nine voice mails. I sat my phone

on the console; I couldn't drive and keep pressing the buttons to hear

my mail at the same time. Once at Nana and Papa's, I laid my phone down

and went out to get Jethro. The big galoot was sure happy to see me.

I'll bet the five hours I had been gone was about the longest he'd ever

been by himself. By the time I filled his bowls with food and fresh

water it was almost nine. I plopped on the couch and finally checked my

voicemail.

Two of the calls were from Shelia asking me to call her. One of the

calls was from her dad asking me to do the same thing. Those calls I

deleted and ignored, I had all the Cavanaugh conversation I could stand

for one day. Dee called to make sure I was okay, but it was too late to

call her back. The other calls were from Caroline, Amanda and Jane; all

three had seen my interview on the news and wanted to talk to me. Since

Jane had called twice I called her first.

"How are you Johnny? I saw the news and couldn't believe it. You just

can't help saving every woman you see, can you?"

I laughed at her teasing tone. I loved Jane's voice; it was low pitched

and velvety smooth.

"I guess not," I replied.

"I took tomorrow off, Sweetie, and I've packed a bag. Care for some

company?"

"If it's you, heck yeah. But I have to warn you; I'm not very mobile.

I've had a full day and took a Percodan as soon as I came in."

"No problem, I'll see you in fifteen minutes."

While I was waiting I called Amanda's cell phone. I told her I was fine,

just a little gimpy. Caroline was with her as usual so I told them both

I'd see them tomorrow. I called Katrina too, and told her I had a nurse

lined up for the evening.

Jane showed up right on time and proceeded to pamper me as if I were the

Sultan of Brunei. She changed into a red chemise as soon as she arrived.

Then she bathed me, shampooed my hair (yep, best yet) and gently changed

the dressing on my arm and calf. Seeing her breast move unfettered in

the silky short red nightie was driving me crazy. I wanted to throw her

down on the bed in the worst way. She wasn't buying my idea though.

"Wait a few minutes Honey and I'll make it worth your while," she said.

She laid me on my stomach on the bed and gave me a back rub that was

indescribably good. When her tongue replaced her hands, I thought I had

died and gone to heaven. She rolled me over and repeated the process on

the front. By the time she slurped Kong into her rapacious mouth, he was

hard enough to pole-vault with. I came in record time but she continued

to nurse on me until I was hard again. We made love into the wee hours

of the morning in that slow, sensuous, tantric method she loved.
Joe J
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