Chapter 17
A crowd was by now gathered around the Turners and Jake's attackers. Quite a few people had seen Debbie's treatment of Ralphie Ryland and stared at her in awe. Ray Robinson ran to the gym to get Coach Nelson. Because teachers parked in front of the school and students parked in the rear, no teachers saw the altercation. Coach trotted up and surveyed the carnage. He went to the two boys on the ground; Charles Owens was lying on his side in a fetal position holding his balls. Ralph Ryland was prostrate, his face covered with blood. Coach sent Ray to call for an ambulance; another student was dispatched to get a first aid kit.
The trainer arrived with the first aid kit and went to minister to Ralph. Coach turned to Jake and asked what happened. Jake gave him the 'Readers Digest' version of events. He played dumb when coach asked him why he was attacked. Coach wanted Jake to go to the hospital in the ambulance but Jake refused. Principle Skinner came up huffing and puffing. He recognized Ryland and Owens immediately; they were two dead-enders who he had suspended a couple of times for fighting and cutting class. Turner was the new kid whose father donated the busses, he hadn't had any dealings with him but knew he had a troubled past. The Turner sisters were two of his best students, he figured they were just bystanders to the fight. Skinner sent the gawking students to class and had Angie, Debbie, and Jake report to the school nurse.
Jake decided that he needed to be injured more often when he met the school nurse. Ms. Chan was in her forties probably, but she was well-preserved. She was second generation Chinese-American; she even spoke with a southern drawl. She tried to shoo his sisters out of the room but that wasn't going to happen, so she shrugged and told Jake to drop trou and take off his shirt. His arm had stopped tingling but his shoulder hurt like hell. When she had him raise his arm, he flinched in pain. The back of his thigh burned but didn't hurt. Ms. Chan tsk-tsked and pulled out a heating pad. She had Jake lie down on his stomach and strapped the heating pad to his thigh.
Jake lay there and thought about the shit he had fallen into. The Welch brothers were John F. Kennedy High School's resident hard cases. They were identical twin sociopaths; they were big, mean, and smart. Scott Hughes had briefed Jake on them when they were eyeing him in the hall one day. Jake had avoided them like the plague because he had a feeling his old self might have had some sort of relationship with them. Scott said rumor had it that they dealt drugs and were into all sorts of criminal activity. They avoided trouble because they used a group of like-minded losers from Oak Ridge as intermediaries. He was going to have to deal with this mess as soon as possible.
His ponderings were interrupted by Charles Turner's arrival. Dad was huddled with Ms. Chan when Helen plowed through the door. She checked each of her children, then joined Charles and Ms. Chan. Their conversation lasted about five minutes and then Charles and Helen went to the office to see Principal Skinner. Angie had her color back and she and Debbie went to class after a last check on Jake. Alone with the nurse, Jake lobbed out the first seduction salvo.
"You are very pretty Ms. Chan and I love your accent," he said.
"You are very fresh Mr. Turner, are you looking for a trip to the office to go along with your injuries?" she said in a severe tone.
Ooops! "I'm sorry, ma'am; but you can't blame a guy for trying," he replied, his most engaging boyish grin plastered on his face.
Her tone softened as she said, "Apology accepted, Mr. Turner; nice try but you are barking up the wrong tree".
The old light bulb clicked on in his head, "Well I really apologize, Ms. Chan. Say, did my sister get you to look at her hand? I think she might of hurt it and didn't mention anything because of me."
"Which one? The redheaded girl was a little adrenalin pumped but she was fine when she left, the other girl seemed fine also."
"Well I think I'm going to have Debbie come back in to get checked out just in case."
The nurse told Jake that he had a very bad hematoma deep in his thigh that was causing the burning sensation. She recommended he have one of his parents take him to a doctor today. His shoulder seemed ok but an x-ray would be a prudent precaution. She wrote all this down for him and left so he could get dressed. Great, he thought, now I'm steering pussy to my sister. This just wasn't his day.
Charles Turner went back to work and Helen took Jake to their family doctor. A thorough exam and an x-ray of his shoulder confirmed what Ms. Chan had said. Jake received some sort of shot in his thigh that hurt like hell and some pills to help prevent blood clots. Jake limped a little and his shoulder hurt but otherwise he was no worse for the wear. They climbed into Helen's Mustang and headed home.
"Mom, where is Richie Collins?" he asked.
Helen cut him a look, "He's at the Tomoka Juvenile Facility; he was taken from his mothers custody and is a ward of the State, why"?
"I think this thing today had something to do with my past. The two bozos that attacked me were hired by a couple of guys named Welsh. I want to find out what Richie knows about them and me."
Helen was silent for a minute or two then responded, "You brought a set of twins home named Welsh once. They were creepy. They were polite but they looked at me like they wanted me for lunch. You need to stay as far away from them as you can. I don't want to lose you again."
"It will only get worse if I don't deal with them, but I will be careful, I promise."
Helen changed tack, "Did your sisters really put those two boys in the hospital"?
"I don't know if they put them in the hospital but they sure ruined their day. We have been doing a little self-defense training when we work out," he explained.
Helen nodded and they rode on in silence. Her dress had ridden up her legs as she drove and Jake was looking at her thighs. She caught him looking, and, smiling, pulled her hem higher.
"I guess you are not too badly injured," she said.
"I'm getting better by the inch," he quipped, 'if that hem gets any higher all the blood pooling in my thigh is going to relocate."
"Well, if it's for your health..." she said, pulling her dress higher still. "I miss your attention."
"I thought you and dad were at it hot and heavy."
"Your dad's been having a few problems, and he is really focused on getting a store built in Orlando. We have hit a dry spell since Laurie got him revved up."
They pulled in the drive before anything else could be said. Jake moved around to open her door and was rewarded with a nice flash of white lace. Jake was working on another idea as they walked to the house. There were some really a lot of things to think over as he took the mandatory horizontal rest position.
Jake was lying on the couch at three o'clock when his sisters rushed in from school. They both swarmed him asking about his leg and shoulder. He reassured them and, in turn asked how they were. Angie said she was fine and happy that she could help him. She told Jake that she was so mad when she kicked that guy that she wanted to kick his balls into next week; but when he went down her anger mostly evaporated. Debbie said she didn't get angry; she was only doing what she needed to do to protect him and then punish his attacker. Jake was amazed at the coldly efficient way she had taken care of Ralphie; he was glad she was on his side. He thanked them for pulling his ass out of the fire.
The doorbell interrupted their conversation. Angie answered it and let in a distraught Erika. Erika saw him lying on the couch and rushed to him. She dropped to her knees beside him and put her hand on his chest.
"I was so worried about you; what happened is all over school. Erik asked Coach Nelson about you for me. He told me Coach said you were fine but I still worried all day; mama brought me over, she was worried also," she babbled.
Helen told her to get her mom; Erika fetched Helga and the mothers went into the kitchen to chat. Erika sat by Jake on the floor holding his hand and the four teens made small talk until Helga collected Erika to go home. Helga bent over and kissed Jake, making sure he got an eyeful of her cleavage. Jake smiled his appreciation and she winked at him; you could park a two and a half ton truck between those things mused Jake.
Jake called Turner Furniture at 4:15. He asked for his dad and was passed to Gail. She asked him if he was okay and Jake told her he was fine and looking forward to their date. She asked if he wanted to reschedule it and Jake said no way. She said she'd be there at six-thirty then patched him through to Charles. Jake told his dad that he was fine and nothing was broken. His dad expressed appreciation for the call even though Helen had called him with the news from the doctor's office. With Charles on his mind, Jake hobbled upstairs to find Debbie and make a plan.
Debbie had always been daddy's girl, so Jake's suggestion that she help put some lead into Charles' pencil was well received. When Charles Turner arrived home shortly after five, a braless Debbie, hair in a pony tail, brought him the paper and snuggled into his lap in his recliner. Helen shot Jake a bemused look; Jake shrugged and grinned.
Jake got dressed and was waiting outside when Gail pulled up. He had told the folks that it would be less embarrassing to her that way. Jake slid into the seat of her 67' AMC Rebel and complimented her on how nice she looked. Gail Martin was twenty-one and had been a cheerleader at Kennedy High. She had attended Stetson for a year but dropped out when her long time boyfriend was killed in Vietnam in 1969. Gail was about five foot five, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair; she was pretty and wholesome but very shy. Jake had to drag conversation from her. He ogled her shapely figure as he engaged her in small talk. Jake found out that she was recovered from her fiancés death and had taken the job at Turner's to make money for college; she hoped to start back next fall. She still lived at home to save money and Jake was her first date in over two years. She added that Jake was already her parent's hero for getting her out of the house.
Jake gave her directions to the La Starza Restaurant, the same place he had taken Angie. He had called ahead and Walter greeted them at his station.
"Mr. Turner, how good to see you, and your lady friend is as beautiful as you said."
That Walter was one smooth dude. Jake introduced a blushing and tongue-tied Gail and Walter showed them to an outdoor table with candles and flowers. (Never take a winning play out of the playbook was something Jake had adapted from his coach.) This night Walter laid an open menu in front of them and made some suggestions. Jake and Gail agreed to everything he recommended, he snapped his fingers, and gave their order to the waiter who rushed over. A cocktail appeared for Gail and a club soda for Jake. Jake drew Gail into conversation again. He was really starting to like this shy but determined girl. The meal was excellent and as Gail warmed to him, the conversation was even better. All too soon, it was time for Jake to disappear a fifty in Walter's nimble fingers.
It was only nine o'clock so Gail drove Jake to her house to meet her folks. She pulled up to a well-maintained house in a quiet residential neighborhood and led him inside. Gail's parents and twelve-year-old brother were watching television. Mrs. Martin was as quiet and shy as Gail; her father was a different story. Bob Martin was a plumber, as the sign on the side of the van in the driveway advertised. He was about 5'9" but his demeanor made him appear taller. He had muscular arms and a firm handshake. He wore a wife beater tee-shirt that showed his tattoo of paratrooper wings on his bicep. Jake asked him which division; Bob replied he had jumped into Normandy with the 82nd.
Over the women's protests, Bob dragged Jake to the garage to show him the '51 Mercury Coupe that he had customized. After showing him the car, Bob got to the real reason for their excursion.
"Boy," Bob said, "you seem like a smart young fella' so I ought to only have to say this once. My daughter has had a hard time of it these last few years and I want her to finally find some happiness. So you treat her right and we'll get along fine, but if you hurt her, I'll rip off your head and shit down your neck".
Jake didn't doubt him for a minute, "Yes sir, Mr. Martin".
"Call me Bob; now that we understand each other, how about a beer?"
Jake politely refused the beer and they made their way back to the living room. After a few minutes of polite conversation, Jake and Gail departed. It was a novel experience when Gail walked him to his door.
He kissed her lightly. She looked up at him, "You're not out with your sister tonight, so you owe me a better kiss than that."
If she only knew, he thought as his lips sought hers. He put his best into that kiss and Gail felt it all the way home.
At ten o'clock Jake was sitting at his desk reading when Helen popped in.
"Do you feel okay, Jacob?"
"Yes, I'm fine; you look good, hot date?"
Helen was wearing a silky robe and her hair was down and wild looking.
"Debbie has your dad feeling frisky so I am gonna take full advantage of the opportunity. You didn't have anything to do with her little display, did you?"
"I might have mentioned it, but what she did was extemporaneous. Does it bother you?" he asked.
"No, my dad was my first so I guess I can understand the attraction."
Jake almost fell off his chair at her revelation, but before he could respond Helen opened her robe, "Do you think your Dad will like this outfit?"
She struck a pose wearing stockings, a merry widow corset, and a wanton smile.
"If he doesn't, I know somebody who already does," Jake said.
"Thanks, Jacob." She turned to leave, stopped in the door and said softly, "I've only been with my dad, and then your dad - I think you are a mix of the best of both of them."
After Helen breezed out the door Jake tried to digest what she had said. He was still deep in thought ten minutes later when Angie came into his room.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and opened his zipper, "I may not be Sara but I'm your nurse tonight and tonight I'm nursing on this".
Jake woke up the next morning when he heard his door open. He opened one eye and saw Helen standing in the doorway. At the same time, he felt Angie's hair tickling his nose. Oh-shit, busted. However, Helen only blew him a kiss and quietly closed the door.
Jake was still nervous at breakfast but everyone was acting normally. Debbie was showing a little more skin than usual and Charles seemed to like the show, but who wouldn't. Everyone was solicitous about his health but, truth be told, except for a couple of twinges, he was feeling as good as new. It was good to have the recuperating power of a healthy fifteen year old.
A lot of Jake's friends met him in the parking lot at school that morning. He was overwhelmed by the gesture. Erika walked beside him; she looked like she was ready to finish anything that got started. Ray Robinson and his girlfriend Naomi were there along with Scott Hughes and dishy little Nan Cox. Brad Simmons walked with Debbie and Erik with Angie. Jake noticed that Debbie walked like a Ranger on patrol; she was constantly sweeping her eyes back and forth looking for anything out of the ordinary. She was definitely going to get some more training from him; she was as natural a warrior as he had ever met.
Vicki Greer flashed him a warm smile at homeroom and Mr. McClelland shook his hand at chemistry. At lunch Jake was again surrounded by his friends, his misfortune seemed to bind the entire group together. Melissa Thornton sat with them for a few minutes and told Jake she was happy he was okay. She seemed preoccupied and Jake made a mental note to have Angie find out her problem.
Rebecca Doane came to the table Jake was sitting at in study hall and asked him to once again help her move some books out of storage. He followed her to the back of the library and into the storage room. Inside the door she spun around to face him.
"Are you okay, Jacob?" she asked anxiously, "I been worried sick about you, honey."
He took her in his arms, "I'm fine sweetheart. I'm sorry you were worried. I should have called."
She hugged him fiercely and he held her for a minute, her cheek resting on his chest. Then she tilted her head up and kissed him. She poured all of her repressed sexuality into that one kiss, her lips working fiercely against his. Jake lowered his hand from her waist down to her little ballerina butt. She moaned her approval into his mouth and flexed her little cheeks. Her entire ass fit in one of his hands.
"Jacob, this is torture, I want you so badly that I ache inside. You make me feel things I didn't know were possible. Just the thought of seeing you everyday makes me get all tingly."
They kissed some more, and then reluctantly broke apart.
"Call me tonight; please Jacob, I want to hear your voice before I go to sleep."
Jake agreed to call her and asked about her sister; Rebecca said Katherine had a book for him and that he needed to swing by and get it from her. Jake said he could probably come over Thursday after school. That got him a big smile and another kiss.
After school, Debbie drove them home. Jake ran up to his room and grabbed a wad of cash out of his desk. He had been having Charles give him half of his weekly consulting salary in cash and banking the rest. He grabbed up Debbie and told her they needed to go shopping for a few things for her. Debbie wanted to know what they were going to buy and Jake told here to wait and see. They tooled towards Daytona and Jake had her pull into Tiny's Gun Rack and Shooting Range. They walked into the shop and were greeted by what had to be Tiny. He was about six foot six and barely two Big Macs shy of three hundred pounds. Into Jake's mind flashed what his uncle once told him -- "Never fuck with a guy called Tiny or eat at a place called Mom's."
"What can I do for you folks?" Tiny asked.
"I'm looking for a pistol," Jake said.
Tiny showed them to a large display case. He spoke to them both but he seemed to only look directly at Debbie. She caught his glances and shifted into flirt mode. Jake looked over the selection and asked Tiny to pull out a Browning Hi Power 9mm automatic, a Colt Cobra.357 magnum revolver and a small.25 cal automatic. Jake looked them over, the two bigger guns were used but didn't appear to be abused. The action on the Browning was smooth and the barrel didn't shake on the slide, indicating it hadn't been fired a lot. The Colt was an awesome weapon. It was brushed stainless steel with black neoprene grips and had a two and a half inch barrel. The.25 was a Colt also. It had a six round magazine and was smaller than a pack of cigarettes. Jake asked if they could test fire the pistols; Tiny turned the store over to his assistant and led them to his indoor shooting range.
Jake asked Tiny if he would teach Debbie how to shoot the 9mm. Tiny nodded and Jake stood back and watched. Tiny was a good instructor and Debbie was rewarding his efforts by putting on a show. As Tiny stood behind her she managed to keep her miniskirt-clad butt pressed into him, somehow two buttons had come loose on her blouse and Tiny could see the swell of her breasts over her shoulder. Debbie was a quick study; by the fourth clip, she was putting nearly every round center of mass in the silhouette target. Tiny let her fire the Cobra next; he loaded it with.38 special practice ammo and let her get a feel for the pistol. When she was hitting pretty much where she aimed, he loaded the Colt with magnum rounds and reached around her to steady her. The big magnum loads were loud and the recoil substantial.
Firing the 357 was like an aphrodisiac to Debbie; the loud report and kick of the gun had her little blue panties soaked. Tiny reloaded it for her and handed it back, she assumed her firing stance and took aim. Tiny looked at Jake meaningfully and when Jake gave him a nod, reached around Debbie and cupped her tits in his massive paws. BLAM! The blast of the pistol echoed. Debbie moaned and pushed her tits more firmly into Tiny's kneading hands. BLAM! BLAM! Debbie squeezed off two more rounds. Tiny slipped one hand through the opening of her blouse and into her bra, capturing a rock hard nipple. His other hand snaked under her skirt and into her panties. BLAM! Tiny's sausage sized middle finger drove into her steaming pussy. Tiny was finger fucking her and her hips were humping in time with his thrusts. Her head was lying back on his barrel chest. BLAM! Another copper jacketed, high velocity projectile sped down range. BLAM! The last round fired and Debbie came with a groan almost as loud as the pistol's report. It was amazing to Jake that every one of the rounds she just fired were dead center on the target -- now that's incredible focus.
Tiny pulled his hands out of Debbie's clothes and she did not bother to rearrange them. She fired a few clips through the.25 automatic. Jake took the pistols to the front of the store and put them on the counter. Debbie stayed in the shooting range with Tiny to repay him for his instruction. They came out fifteen minutes later, both with big smiles. Jake had picked out a couple of boxes of ammunition for each weapon, a holster and two extra thirteen-round magazines for the Browning, and a holster and a couple of speed loaders for the Cobra. Tiny found Debbie a little snap holster for the.25 that was on an elastic band that fit around her thigh. She insisted that Tiny put the holster on her and she steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder as he slid the band up her leg. The elastic hugged her thigh and the little auto was nestled between her legs, just below her crotch. Damn it was sexy; Jake's next wife was definitely getting one of those.
Debbie said that she was going to wear the.25 to school in case Jake was attacked again. Jake pointed out that it wasn't a good idea because it could be seen accidentally. Tiny solved the problem by producing a pocket sized Gideon New Testament with a cut out to hold the little auto-loader. Jake took out his wallet and handed Tiny the fake ID that Scott Hughes had made him and Tiny casually glanced at it. Jake was a big kid, with his short hair it wasn't a stretch for him to pass for twenty-one. Especially since Tiny was so focused on Debbie. Jake settled up with Tiny; you had to love those early seventies prices, Jake thought. Tiny gave the.25 and holster to Debbie along with a promise of more free shooting lessons. Debbie kissed his cheek and said she would be back in a couple of days for more instruction.
Debbie's eyes sparkled as they drove home. She took her Browning, ammo and clips to her room but left on the.25 in its leg holster on the outside of her thigh. Jake hid the Cobra and was sitting at his desk when she came in and locked the door. Without a word, she unzipped him and straddled his lap. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and dropped down on his dick. Jake put his hands on her hips and noticed the bulge of the little automatic; he fervently hoped the safety was on as he pounded up into her drippy-grippy little pussy.
Debbie took on the role of Jake's bodyguard with élan. She started taking martial arts lessons from a Korean guy who just started a dojo in Palmdale. She made weekly visits to Tiny's shooting gallery and became a crack shot with a variety of weapons while perfecting her blowjob skills. Tiny outfitted her in all kinds of military paraphernalia and civilian self-defense gadgets. She was lethal and deadly serious about her new craft. Jake had found her an outlet for the aggression that once stewed within her. The Korean sensei's form of karate had a strong spiritual component and that also helped her find some serenity.
That evening at supper Charles mentioned how happy Gail Martin was that day, he quipped that Jake should date certain of his other employees to see if he could improve their attitude as well.
Thinking of Gail, Jake said, "Dad, have you ever considered an employee scholarship or tuition reimbursement program?"
"No son, but I'm guessing that I will now. Gail would receive the first one, right?"
"Good guess, could we swing a $1000 scholarship and reimburse her for every class where she gets a 'B' or better?"
"I guess we could, but wouldn't that lose me an employee?"
"Nope, we make it a term of the scholarship that she work for us at least twenty to thirty hours a week."
"Alright, Jake, I'll have the check for you to give her tomorrow."
"No Dad, you give her the check and tell her how much you appreciate her work. Leave me out of it."
"You are a strange young man Jake; you know she would be very appreciative if you gave it to her."
"Yeah Dad, but for money not because of me, I'll pass on that."
Charles looked at Helen with raised eyebrows but she didn't say anything.
"I'll present it to her tomorrow in front of the staff."
After dinner, Debbie talked Charles into going swimming with her. She wore her smallest bathing suit and had a lot of trouble staying in it. Charles tried not to look but how could he resist peeking at one of the best bodies he had ever seen. Debbie knew what was happening, of course, and gave him plenty of time to ogle. She also found plenty of occasions to rub up against him and was thrilled when she felt his cock responding. After they got out of the pool, she thanked him with a kiss and snuck him some tongue.
Angie crawled into bed with Jake again that night. It seemed that she and Helen had had a talk -- Helen agreed that she could sleep with Jake but to be circumspect about it. Tonight, sleep was on neither of their minds. When Angie's naked body slid between the sheets, Jake pounced on her. Just as he was sinking into Angie's incredibly talented pussy, lights flashed into his window and gravel crunched in the drive. Jake and Angie disengaged, got up, and looked out the window just in time to see a sobbing Melissa Thornton run up to their door. Jake threw on his shorts and robe and ran down stairs; Angie grabbed her robe and followed him. Jake opened the door and Melissa fell into his arms.
"Daddy's dead!" she sobbed.