Chapter 843 - KIDNAPPED pt-1

Chapter 1 - Life is a Beach

I am laying on a pure white sand beach in Costa Rica with several dark-skinned beauties. I don't care enough about them to even remember their names. They have one purpose, to be fucked. I have a big cock, and they love it shoved up their cunts. I am a tall, dark man with a chiseled body from working out regularly. I've never worked a day in my life, never needed to. Being born to David Wellington was enough. He is a successful businessman, owning a conglomerate controlling about 200 companies worldwide.

I could care less; I like fucking woman and drinking booze. Dad loved me. Mom and my two sisters hate me. They cared only about the business and money, so at age eighteen, I left and never looked back. Dad set me up with a billion-dollar trust fund so I could have some fun. Something he never could do. Mom rode him hard and forced him to work all day and night. Too bad for him, he was really good at it.

He woke up early and worked from his home office. At 8:35, they go to work. Work until 7:00 at night. Eat dinner and then work at home until he went to bed. He knew mom cheated on him. She would sleep with guys to motivate them to buy from us or entice them to manage our companies. My sisters were motivators as well. Personally, I think they just liked to fuck random guys.

I am twenty-six now, that makes Valorie twenty-eight and Patty twenty-nine. Both are world-class bitches and feel they are entitled to do anything they want. Mom was the worst. She grew up with nothing. She was controlling, manipulative, and cruel at times. Yet, dad loved her for some reason. I never did see it.

It is Friday, October 13, 2016. The day that changed my life forever. My father died. I didn't know it. I don't watch TV. I don't follow the stock market. I have no lawyers. I have no friends. Most of the time, I don't use my real name. Everyone then wants me to buy everything. I try to keep a low profile. I rely on my natural good looks, a well-toned body, and my big cock. It's been working pretty good for several years and no end in sight. When I get bored, I move on. I don't even have a cell phone.

Three weeks later, I am swimming in the ocean with two stunning women that I will fuck once we get back on the beach. Several men in suits show up on the beach, they call for me to come out. This is a bit unusual, already I am suspicious of my family. I tell the women to call the police in Portuguese. Lucky me, one of the men speaks Portuguese and stops her. In fact, they just kill both women, right there on the beach. Yup, family.

One hit and I am knocked out and drugged.

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I wake up in a black room. No lights, it's cold, I am starving, I am naked and on a cot. I can't hear anything. No chains on me. I start doing my exercises. I am stiff, I have been out for a few days. A bright light above me turns on. It's bright enough that I now have heat, and too much light.

I will save you the horrific details. They are trying to brainwash me. They don't want anything from me, they want me to obey them, sign papers, and then I will be released. Well, even I am not that stupid to realize I won't survive for more than five seconds after I sign whatever papers they want to be signed.

I have an ace in the hole if I can survive until the first of the month. That is shaky though, these are professionals. I have taken lots of martial arts training. While I am pretty good, I have never really fought anyone. What I liked most was the mental training and how to reduce stress, pain, and nerves. You calm your body. It lets me tune out most of the pain and annoyances out of my mind. My problem is that it's not perfect, I still feel and hear what they do to me.

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Point of view: Linda, my mother

Conference room 2 at the Wellington family home:

I am short and annoyed at these me. Oh, I hate them so much, such incompetent fools, "You have twenty minutes. Give me an update."

John, the president of Wellington Security, says with trepidation, "I'm afraid we have bad news. We're progressing very slowly with your son Robin. He has resisted much more than we ever expected. You described him as a hippie playboy with only enough intelligence to fuck women. It seems you don't know your son very well."

I slam my hand down on the table, "Enough excuses, you incompetent fool! When will I get my paperwork signed? I WANT MY COMPANY!"

John is annoyed at the outburst, "As I was saying, your son's a third-degree black belt in at least one form of martial arts. He spends his free time in the cell doing his katas. He should have broken by now. We're guessing he had a lot of mental training with martial arts and is tuning us out. Because we are running short of time..."

I cut him off again, "What the hell do you mean, short of time? There is no time limit."

John is now furious at being interrupted again, although I could care less, "One thing that may be giving him hope is a timer company."

I was going to interrupt him again.

John screams at me, "Just shut the fuck up and let me talk! Some rich people have companies that verify their family members or other heirs are still well and accounted for on the first of every month. If they aren't, they have an unlimited budget to get them back. We believe he may have a company liked this employed. Your husband did. Because of that, we would like to start causing pain."

Patty, my oldest daughter, is shocked, and yells out, "NO! Not yet, at least. If you break his body, I can't try my charms. Besides, mom, he's a Wellington. We can't harm him. I don't like this. Will we be next?"

Valorie, my youngest and smartest daughter says, "Release him and let's start begging for forgiveness. If he's survived all of this, he's far stronger than you ever imagined. I've seen the tapes; he's impressive physically and shows signs of being smarter than father. My best guess is he will go back to his womanizing and screwing beautiful strangers rather than run the company. He can, but he won't want to unless we piss him off like you are doing now."

That worries me she thinks so highly of him. She isn't impressed easily. Valorie has seen something.

I am as cold as they say, "Don't disfigure him. He needs to be pretty for the cameras. He needs to be mine. Do what you must. If you fail me ... We are done. Go."

After John leaves, I ask, "Robin isn't stupid, he'll know we are behind this. If he doesn't sign, are we better off seeing the company split up and him dead or be at Robin's mercy?"

Patty says, "He kills you and makes us sex slaves."

Valorie thinks a moment, "I'd kill him and then watch the company go away. We have enough money to live, ok. It's the safe thing to do. However, you want it all. You will continue to break him, so it really doesn't matter what we think."

Valorie is right. I don't value their opinion. I just wondered what they thought. That little punk can't last forever. He is in a deep hole; nobody will ever find him.

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December 1, 9:30 AM @ Sinclair Security Global Headquarters

Dan Sinclair is at the main conference room watching the morning's briefing.

Kathy Donovan is first to speak, that is unusual.

Kathy is dressed in a professional grey suit with a white blouse. She is twenty-three and one tenacious tiger. Easily, one of the best executives Dan has and is by far the youngest.

Kathy says in a clear and booming voice, "At 9:00 AM eastern today, Robin Wellington did not check in. Initial scans and check of his room show it has been unoccupied for a while, possibly several weeks. A level three satellite scan was done, and his transponder places him at an old government interrogation facility now owned by Wellington Securities."

That last part is a lie, but it fits better

I continue, "I have three units in route with kill orders authorized. Dan, this is your formal notice. I am following our contract to the letter. Is there anything you want to say or counter?"

Dan takes a moment to clear his throat before talking. Dan stands up in front of the group, something that rarely happens.

When Dan finally spoke, he too was clear and much louder than you would expect given his small size, "I knew David Wellington back in the day. He was a good man that liked to have fun. We are still investigating his death. We failed him. I'd bet anything that his wife killed him. NOTHING else matters right now. I want everyone working on this. Kathy, you will continue as the lead."

Kathy steps back in front, "All of your teams were notified this might happen. Six more teams are already heading in that direction as backup. We are utilizing every possible resource so they can all get there quickly and at the same time."

Dan says, "Meeting over, get my friend's son back soon and protect the man this time!"

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I assume it is noon, they stopped for lunch. I won't be fed; I will get another dose of loud music. Something changed this week; the abuse and physical torture have been increased. I have a broken arm in a cast, and I think my shoulder is dislocated. I believe all my toes are broken. This afternoon, they will start on my fingers.

I heard them say that security is up tenfold. That is bad, my security company won't know they are expected. They could get wiped out and give up because it's not worth the effort. For the first time, I feel despair. I may not walk out of here alive. They will continue to break bones, not feed me, and may try to make me addicted to something.

I might as well sign and stop the pain. Just let them kill me. No, I won't give in to them. They can go to hell. I can stop them from getting all dad's wealth. That is what I need to get through all of this.

The lights come on, the music starts up, the shaking of the bed begins. Water starts dripping on me. Shit, they are doing everything. Then it all stopped.

I hear a woman yelling over the PA system, "I don't care if we have to search every inch of every floor, find him!" The PA goes on and off several times. "Hi. Um. Uh. Is this thing working?" Someone yells yes, I can hear it. "Um, hi, Robin. My name is Kathy Donovan of Sinclair Security. I can see you on the screen but don't know what level or room you are in. There are a bunch. If you can move or make noise, please do so. That will help us find you.

"I'm not leaving you here. They sent out an SOS, and so did we. They have deeper pockets; we have more resources available now. I have a personal ace in the hole. My father is a big deal at the Pentagon. I don't want to, but if I must, I will call daddy. I think he is watching me, there is a lot of air force in the area today. I suspect he will be calling me shortly. We will not let you down. Time to start singing playboy."

I don't have a steelpan handy, a good voice, or any backup. However, I think I did ok at some reggae. I do enough karaoke that I know enough of the songs to not be embarrassing. I sing for two hours before two men open my cell and don't beat me. That was welcome. It's another ten minutes before a stretcher is found. The two men are big enough; they have no problems carrying me out. The hallways aren't wide enough for four men anyways.

Needless to say, I am quite happy to see these men. I am given a cold sports drink. Quick energy and it tastes good. Once outside, I am blinded by the sun and hold my eyes. I have been in a deep hole for a long time so it's easy to be blinded by abundant light. This is hard on me; I close my eyes. I hear jets flying by in the sky.

Kathy explains, "We bought some retired fighters. They're flying support for us. We're putting you on our company executive jet, and then I'll take you to a city of my pleasing where John Doe will get the world's bed medical care."

They are very gentle with me. A doctor immediately starts looking me over, and in moments, we are in the air. They aren't messing around.

We aren't in the air ten minutes when the pilot calls out, "Kathy!"

The next voice I hear is on the intercom, "Sinclair one, this is Wellington fighters one, two, three, and four. I am twenty miles out, and I am ordering you to return to your takeoff point. Immediately. My orders are firm, return now, or be shot down."

A different voice is next to speak, "Attention Wellington fighters one, two, three, and four, look out your window. See what's next to you? I'm Major Patrick Stoddard of the US Air Force. As you see I am leading six of the world's most advanced aircraft. You are flying an excellent fighter aircraft ... for the '60s, an F-4 Phantom is no match for my F-22 Raptor. That noise you hear is a missile lock from my friends and me. Off to your far right the guy waving at you; yes, that's me. The woman on board is the daughter of a man at the Pentagon with lots of bars on his shoulders. You have three seconds to return to base, or I am authorized to take all four of you out.

"Go home, boys, you don't even have a knife in this gunfight. One, two, th ... wise decision. Sinclair one, tell Kathy to call daddy when she lands. You will have an escort to your destination. Out."

I ask, "What happened? Why was I kidnapped, why did they torture me and why did they want me to sign papers?"

Kathy composes herself, "Dan Sinclair, my uncle, was a good friend of your dad. He thinks your mother killed your father."

I protest, "What? Dad's dead?"

Kathy knows she screwed up, "Yes. I'm sorry you had to hear it from me, I thought you knew."

I roll over, away from everyone and am silent the rest of the way. I fall asleep thinking of my dad. I can't believe he is dead. I cry until I fall asleep.

Chapter 2 - Alive

I wake up in a hospital bed with several cute nurses doting over me. Kathy is still up even though it is dark outside.

My foot is in an air cast, so I don't stub my toes. I have been cleaned, shaved, and given a haircut. Not my style, too business-like. My arm is in a sling, and I feel zero pain.

I call out to Kathy quietly, in case she is sleeping, "Kathy ..." She perks up, although she looks tired. "I want a press conference tomorrow. I want to announce that I exist." She tries to object. "By declaring myself alive, I gain control of the company and I can cut off my family. I can stop Wellington Security. I say, "In fact, I believe that I am Wellington Industries now. I want the executive staff of Wellington Security fired and brought up on charges for my kidnapping and treatment. I am appointing you CEO until we find new staff."

Kathy laughs at me, "I don't work for you. Sinclair is a private company owned by my uncle. I can have him make recommendations; he's a good man."

I continue, "OK, but I want you to still lead my personal safety team. I want your people controlling my security company. Millions of people rely on them for their safety, and I don't want to let those people down.

"Start an investigation into my dad's death and cut off my mom and sisters from all money. I want them out of my house. No, leave them in the house, but they get no money. Let Marty the butler control finances for the house. On second thought, my sisters lose all access, mom can continue running the business ... for now. All her decisions are subject to my approval."

Kathy looks stunned.

I smile at her, "I'm more than just a playboy, although that's a lot of fun."

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Point of view: Linda, my mother

Conference room 2 at the Wellington family home:

I comment to my daughters, "Well, that was a nice lunch. Finally, an update on Robin. This should be interesting."

A man walks into the room. He has a Wellington Securities t-shirt, but it isn't John. This is Ted. I don't know Ted.

Ted does not wait for me to speak, that's unusual.

Ted says without a smile although I am sure he had one, "Yesterday our fighter jets were turned away from Sinclair One. Sinclair Security rescued him. Yesterday afternoon, Robin fired all the executives at Wellington. We now report directly to Sinclair Security, and your access has been revoked. Linda, you still run the company, but all your credit and debit cards have been suspended. All your decisions for the company are subject to Robin's approval. You lost."

The man walked out of the room without waiting for my commands.

I have a bad feeling about this. My daughters are already crying. I can't help it; I cry as well. He is going to kill me. I have given him enough reason to.

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Point of view Robin:

I say to the huge crowd of reporters, "Thank you for coming today. As you can see, I'm alive and doing better. I was under the weather for a while. I know a lot of you thought, and many even reported that I was dead. I can guarantee you that I am in fact, not dead. I'm not a robot. I won't be in the public eye as much as dad was. I am a private person. I'll also have less of a hands-on approach with Wellington Industries and delegate responsibility more. Questions?"

Reporter #1, "There are reports that all of the executives at your own security got fired. Is that true?"

I reply, "My dad died a month ago, and we are doing a press conference in a hospital. Do I need to spell this out for you?"

Reporter #2, "Reports are out there that your father was killed."

I reply, "Well, I didn't do it. If I ever find out who did, I am willing to save any state the cost of a trial. If I find that person first, there won't be a trial. If anyone provides information to the police that leads to a conviction, I will give them a million dollars. I'm sorry, but my feet hurt. I need to go back for my meds. Thank you all for coming."

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Point of view: Linda, my mother

Conference room 2 at the Wellington family home:

I turn off the TV.

I say to my daughters, "We're fucked. Totally fucked. Start making plans. How do we save ourselves?"

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Point of view Robin:

Denver Hospital

I ask Kathy, "Are you married? Do you have a family?"

She looks startled at my question, "Nooooooooooo." Her answer trails off, so it is almost a question.

I give commands, "I have a lodge in the Swiss Alps. We leave tonight. Make it happen."

Still confused, she asks, "What does my being married or having a family have to do with you going to the Alps?"

I smile at her, "Everything. It's the difference between you going home or coming with. Don't tell anyone. Make sure you have the old executives I fired, followed. I want to know if any trouble is coming."

An hour later, I am in a helicopter then followed by a plane flight to Switzerland. No issues flying this time. We spend three days at each of the many locations I own until I am healed and can do my katas for my martial arts training. That is when I knew I was all back.

We are in Miami.

I shout out, "Kathy!"

Kathy comes running, "What's wrong?"

I announce, "You're done. You've completed your assignment. You should go home; I'm going home. I know you were on my recovery team. I am ready for an occupation force now. Have your uncle work it out."

Kathy smiles at me, "We all volunteered for that team. It seems we have gotten attached to you. Few bosses pay the employees to go out for dinner, go dancing, and get laid. They all want to stay around you."

I ask, "They?"

Kathy smiles, "Yeah, to me, this is like a good book. I'm in this far; I want to see how it ends."

I ask, "How will it end?"

Kathy laughs hard, "Hell if I know. I thought you were just another worthless asshole rich kid. I heard your nightmares; I know what they did to you. I find you far more interesting now." I am still waiting for an answer. "Ok. You won't kill them unless you find out they killed your father. They will be very ... alluring. You will fuck them and abuse them as punishment. They end up your sex slaves."

It's interesting how she sees me.

I explain to Kathy, "I have alerted Marty to my arrival and intentions. I have several interviews set up. I want you to sit in on all these meetings. I think you will understand once we start. Do you follow sports?"She looks at me, suspiciously, "Yes, I follow a few teams."

I smile at her, "Great. That means you understand the draft." She looks at me like I am an alien. "It's ok, you will see. I think it's time to go see my family. This is going to be so much fun."

While on the family jet, I talk with Kathy, "Have someone upgrade the plane. I like to travel. I need bigger and much more beautiful, this is ugly. The number one thing I want is faster. Being in the air is such a waste of time. I want to get there quicker. Find an expert and let them have fun. The second thing is a bit more serious. I'm not happy with my family. I have a lot of reason to be unhappy. However, if I ever say something that is too cruel, please let me know.

"I like to think I am a good decent person, and I don't want them dragging me down to their level. You don't personally hate them like I do, and I trust you. So, I'm trusting you to warn me if I am about to do something I'll regret. Will you do that for me?"

Kathy smiles at me, "Sure. I think you are a decent guy; you won't need me. Just in case you do, I'll step in. So yes, I have your back."

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We pull up to my childhood home in the family limo. This is a building I know so very well. It is a huge home with everything you could ever need. It has a large staff and is constantly being updated and repaired. Today, like most days, there is a buzz of activity. I'm making many changes, and lots of prep work being done. There are trucks lining one the side of the house and several vans out front.

I had a bunch of people, cleared thru security, brought in to help. I have caterers because of the last-minute demands, and my staff has their own list of work to do.

I arrive unannounced. Kathy and I walk into the house, and I lead her to the right, into my dad's office. Beyond that is an outer room where a group of people that I will be interviewing are waiting. I don't need to look around, I know this office by heart, nothing has changed but the computers. I sit at my dad's desk and have Kathy call the first group in. These people are running Wellington Security. I have the men sit down; they already have drinks.

I introduce myself, "My name is Robin Wellington. You all come highly recommended. I wanted you to see me and hear this directly from me. Security is #1 with me. Don't worry about profits and making money. The accountants and finance people will take care of that. I want you to do what needs to be done. I want to keep all the good people. I see there has been more attention given to profits than doing the right thing. That stops now. Are there any questions?"

Tim, the CEO asks, "Who is my boss?"

I smile at him, "I am. Ultimately, I'm responsible for every company and every employee. So, I'm your boss. However, you will be taking direction from Kathy."

Kathy turns angry at me.

I stop her, "Wait one minute. I know this isn't what you want, but too bad. In the next few hours, you will see the method to my madness. You will understand and probably agree. Humor me for a while. I'm sorry gentlemen, but I have much to do today. Be great and have a nice day."

I shake their hands as they leave.

I tell Kathy, "I want Marty and Dorothy next."

I meet both with warm, affectionate hugs. I take them back into the big room they came from. I take off the sheets from four large boards with magnetic circles on them. There are well over 200 of these, and each has a company name on it.

I tell Marty, "There are eight hotels and resorts on the board. I want you to pick one. The letters are in red to help spot them."

He picks out "The Bug," it's a small resort in the Netherlands, where he is from.

I smile at him again, "I thought so. For the next year, you are the CEO of that resort. I want you to make it much better. Spend all the time you want there. Do whatever it takes. I want to see how much you can improve it. You can stay there and go back and forth, all you want. Just make it great. This is a competition."

I smile again at my favorite chef, "Dorothy, the restaurants are in blue, pick one. Same rules apply."

She picked out "Simons," a Las Vegas steak house.

I hug her again, "I look forward to see what you do. A car will take you to the airport and planes are waiting for you. Have fun."

They both hug me, they're crying, and they walk out together.

I have five more meetings with key company CEO's who are not doing well, we are hemorrhaging money. Four were fired on the spot, they did not impress me. The fifth, I gave him all the power to do it his way. He took his company off the board.

I summon my family to my office. They sit in chairs in front of me and look scared to death. They are literally trembling in their chairs. I say nothing for a while to intimidate them.

I start my semi-prepared speech, "You get one try to answer this honestly and survive. Who killed dad? Anyone that lies to me will die, guaranteed. So, fess up, who killed him or had him killed?"

Mom speaks for her still scared daughters, "No way they are devious enough to kill him. Besides, they love him still. I had the most reason, he had many women on the side. Being honest, I forced him to do it. I suspected he would give you the empire. It would have been dumb to kill him first. As you see, him dying was not something we planned on. We had everything we wanted with him alive. Dead we have you.

"You won't find any evidence of your dad being killed. At least not by us. I really don't see anyone else wanting him dead. He was a pussy cat; I'm who people want dead. I understand you need to look and get your questions answered. Have fun, but it wasn't us."

"Now we have the matter of the kidnapping and torture. You three are going to endure exactly what I did." Kathy's face goes wide with surprise, and she is about to say something. I quickly continue. "I was locked naked in a prison cell. You will be locked naked in a bedroom without anything but a bed. I was given bread and water. You will get no better."

Actually, they will be living off fast food, so no, it isn't quite the same as I had.

I am strong in my delivery, "The windows will be boarded over. You'll get a computer, but your access will be severely limited. You can conduct business. Speaking of business, I have a task for each of you. Let's go into the library."

I lead them into the large room next door with the three big boards with company names on them. Three young women are still sitting in the room. I have them join us.

I explain, "I have a bag in my hand with fifteen bingo balls, one through fifteen. Mom picks four balls, I pick one, and everyone else picks two. We are going to draft companies. They are ranked by our accountant from best to worst profitability with the best companies at the top and the worst at the bottom. You want to impress me, take more from the bottom.

"These three nice young ladies just graduated top of their classes at Harvard, Princeton, and Yale. All of you will pick companies and do whatever you want to make them better. If you modernize or invest in capital expenditures, the returns will be adjusted for that when we calculate a winner. Mom gets twice as many because she has already been running these companies and can handle more. Rewards will include a bonus and more responsibility while losers will get less cash and may be shown the door.

"Marty, Dorothy, and Kathy have all been given a similar assignment. This test will last exactly one year. If the results are inconclusive, I may extend it another year." I reach my hand in and pull out a twelve. "Obviously, I didn't cheat. Start drawing balls. Ok, starting with one, pick the companies you want to run. The small text explains what the company does. One picks first, two second, three third. After fifteen picks, fifteen picks again and then fourteen. We continue until we run out of companies."

I will save you a tedious four hours, we picked our companies.

At dinner, my family was sent to their rooms with a bag of fast food. Kathy thought that was funny. She and I had a more delightful meal prepared by our chefs. I had all the old staff that I remember, eat with us. We caught up on the last eight years. A few had died; that was sad.

After dinner Kathy and I retreated to the east garden, my favorite place to sit. We had a nice glass of wine to relax in the evening. Kathy even had a drink, which is very unusual.

Eventually, Kathy asks me, "Why do I have a company, and why did you split them up between so many people? You know I don't know squat about running a business, right?"

I lean back in my big chair and smile at her, "My number one requirement is not money. I want to make sure they stay legal and are well cared for. I have no doubt you can do that. You have seen your uncle make it look easy. Now it is your chance to show him what you can do.

"What you really want to know is what did I do today and why? I don't know if my sisters or I can run a company, let alone a bunch of them. I know mom has done ok. I want to see what mom does with less on her plate. The three grads are hungry and are my control set. I expect them to kick my sister's asses. What if I had taken control and find out I suck? I just harmed every company. Now, I only damage a few. I then put some highly motivated people in charge of my other operations.

"Marty and Dorothy are also part of my control set. They are experts in their field. With just one location, I expect they will outshine the rest of us. Now I have time to investigate dad's death and decide what to do with my family. Taking away their stuff, their clothes, their money, and making them eat prison food is just the start. Starting tomorrow, they will be naked, just like I was. They get one sheet and one pillow, just like I did. Where I was beaten and ... worse, I allow them to concentrate on my companies.

"I don't forgive them for what they did. I believe mom, though; I don't think she or my sisters killed dad. However, I like the motto: 'trust but verify.' I have not thought much about them. I keep coming back to they are family. Yet, what they did to me... I have thought about slowly killing them with a dull knife."

Kathy is startled, "Isn't this when I'm supposed to stop you?"

I tease her, "Spoilsport. You're right, of course."

I don't know why. I don't know what caused it. I just know that while sitting there in my peaceful garden, I could almost feel my dad. It chilled me and brought me to tears. The weight of his death, all the responsibility, and the fact that my remaining family wanted to kill me. Why are they alive. I remember the pain and agony I endured.

I bring my knees up to me and drop my head to my knees. I cover my face with my arms, and then I cry. I mean really cry. I have no control. No family. I am alone. Nobody to help me and everyone expects me to do as good as my dad. No way I can do that. He worked eighteen hours a day. It's too much for one person to do. I continue crying.

I feel a body next to me, and then I feel arms around me. I feel her long hair falling on my arms. Kathy is holding me in her arms, it hits me, I am not alone. Nobody can see me, not like this. I shake out of my depression. I stop crying and wipe my face with my shirt.

I whisper, "Sorry. This reminded me of my dad, and I got sad. Then I started thinking about all the responsibilities. It overwhelmed me for a moment, I am good now. I need to go inside."

We walk inside and then go to the kitchen to get a snack. Maureen is there, one of the chefs I know well. On seeing my red eyes, she calls me over for a hug.

As she is holding me, she tells me, "You are so much like your dad. About this time of night, he liked a snack. I was just standing here in case you showed up. Sit down and let me talk for a bit, while I make a quick bite to eat for you two."

Kathy tries to object that she isn't hungry.

Maureen uses a mother's voice to tell her, "Sit your ass down!" Then she is nicer. "Robin here was my favorite by far. Easily the nicest, sweetest boy I ever knew. The sisters, they're ok. It's the mother that's a bitch. Never anything nice to say. This one, never anything bad to say. I remember two frogs on my table, that wasn't his best day, but he was kind enough to remove them for me.

"Sweetie, a man is waiting in your office for you. It's important. Kathy dear, you need to stay here. Don't worry, the man is about eighty years old, I think Robin will be fine. Robin, come back here when you're done. Your ... friend will be waiting for you. I'm going to tell her so many good stories about you. Hurry along now."

I find an old man with thick glasses sitting in my office. My dad's old office. He has a nice suit and is sitting patiently, waiting for me to sit down.

Much more enthusiastically than I expected, he says to me, "I'm your dad's lawyer, Bryan Thompson. It's time to make this official. I need you to sign some papers to accept the will that your dad put in place. You do, in fact, own 100% of your father's companies and wealth. That includes some 200 businesses and 2.3 million employees. My company is also your principal business manager. I already know about the deals you made.

"I can't say that I'm happy, but I will deal with it. Typically, you get a summary of all significant decisions you need to make. I will split those up as needed. Are there any spending limits on your co-executives?

I think and say, "Anything under $5-10 million, I want to know. Anything over that, I authorize."

Brian continues, "After processing the list of mandatory items, you may want to look at a list of secondary items that have major effects on a company. These are decisions someone else has made, but you should be aware of them."

I stop him, "For my companies, I want to see all of those but only huge items for everything else."

Brian continues to make notes, then says, "As I understood it, your dad scoured the books of each company, looking for theft and downward spiraling companies. The company execs won't tell you that things look bad, they will hide it from you."

Now Brian smiles, "Your sisters and mother got zero. Your cousins, nieces, nephews, uncles, and aunts all got something. He started accounts for them long ago. We can hold them or release the money. It's significant money."

I instruct him, "It's their money, give it to them so they can live better lives. Include notes to them that they will never get another penny from me or Wellington Industries, so invest well. Give them all some financial advice. Start with the money in your accounts. I want someone to meet with each person, learn their goals in life, and then make a plan for them."

I sign a bunch of papers, and he shakes my hand.

On his way out, he looks at me, "You look just like him at your age. You'll do fine, my son. You made some wise and interesting decisions. We need to talk more about long term goals, but that can wait. You have a family, and I need to go home." He left.

I go back to the kitchen, and I hear laughing from my youngest sister, Kathy, and Maureen. I am not happy to see Valorie. On seeing my cross look, she went to bed.

At seeing my sleepiness, Maureen instructs me, "Your room was remodeled in a princess stage and is still pink. We are putting you in your dad's room. Your mother and sisters are on the opposite side of the house. Her items have been moved out, and new bedding, pillows, and toiletries were replaced with something more in your style.

"How do I know your style? I tracked the last twenty places you stayed in. I looked for similar themes hoping you don't stay at places you hate. We can replace anything you want. The room next door has been set up for Kathy."

Kathy objects, "Woah, that won't do. I can't protect a man I can't see. Move the bed into the other room please."

Maureen laughs, "Wait until you see the beds. They don't move, and there isn't enough room. There are chairs, the floor, the bed. It sleeps about twenty, you will be safe from him. We can look at getting you a cot tomorrow. Does he really need someone in his room with him?"

Kathy is deadly serious, "It's possible that one of his sisters, his mother, maybe someone in this house, and many others would want him dead. He's worth a lot of money. Until we know with 100% certainty what happened, I'm his shadow."

I add some humor, "Guess I am not sleeping naked tonight."

Kathy did not find it funny, Maureen cracked up and went to bed. That is precisely what I did.

Dad's bedroom is every bit as masculine as I expected. Dark burgundy walls, white trim, and molding. Expensive artwork on the walls. They changed several paintings. The furniture is the same. Like Maureen said, it's solid stuff. Big, gaudy, and bulky. I love the dark precious woods in the furniture and the floors.

They must have aired out the room, it doesn't have the typical stuffy smell that I remember. Kathy goes for the shower; I go for the terrace. There is enough moonlight that I can see the endless gardens, grass, bushes, and trees. I love this old house.

When Kathy finishes, she gives me hell for standing in an open window, motionless, for so long.

I take my shower and then want to get in bed. I want to be near the window, Kathy says no, I get the other side. This is growing old. However, all I do is think back to my torture, and I realize I can allow this intrusion in my life.

Holy shit, Kathy is in just a small bra and panty set, Victoria Secret. I know their shit. She is a babe. She is tall, but her breasts are medium size, a big B or small C cup. I can't tell you about her nipples yet. She has a beautiful hourglass figure. The breasts are a nice handful, and her arms are toned and muscular. Not like I am, but she is packing some beef, that's for sure.

She waves at me to stop me from staring. I look away and turn red.

I stutter, saying, "Um. Sorry. You're a woman. Um. I mean. Uh, yeah, you're a woman. A beautiful one."

Kathy laughs at me, "No shit. Nothing gets past you. News flash, I will be a woman tomorrow too."

Frustrated at the teasing, "You know what I mean. I thought of you as my savior, my protector, and never as a woman. However, your new uniform made me realize that you are ... cute."

Kathy says with death in her eyes, "You ever call me cute again playboy, and they will never find the pieces. I am beautiful, charming, stunning, gorgeous, but I am not, nor will I ever be cute. Now go to bed before I feel like killing you."

Oooo, that sounds like a challenge. I send an email to my staff. Yes, I now have a cell phone. It's one of the many accommodations that I have been forced to endure. Kathy has been a cock blocker. That is something that I will need to get around before I go crazy.

I get in the bed and quickly fall asleep. I don't sleep well, getting nightmares still. I wake up at 2:37 AM. I am disoriented, I am not resting on my side. I am in the middle of the bed, Kathy is sitting up, my head is in her lap, she is stroking my hair, and singing something softly. I can only assume that she is trying to soothe me. I sit up, which startles her.

I ask Kathy, "Is it getting better or worse?"

Kathy shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know yet. I know that when I soothe you, you calm down and sleep better. Go to sleep, I'll fall asleep sitting up."

I did fall asleep quite easy and slept well for the rest of the night.

Chapter 3 - I am a Businessman

I am up early for breakfast. Clothes are set out for Kathy and me. She likes this less than I do, but we don't have much choice. We take separate showers and dress for the day. Breakfast is waiting for me as are both of my naked sisters.

Patty immediately complains, "Must we be naked in front of the staff?"

I reply, "I was naked in front of a whole base of your people. Tuff. Deal with it. Oh, that's right, you have no choice."Patty tries for her next item, "You're going to kill us with this slop they are serving."

I reply, "Twenty million people worldwide eat that same breakfast. Do you really want what YOUR people fed me? I'm being nice. If you don't agree, mention it one more time. Now be quiet, your opinions and feelings don't matter to me.

"Kathy, find the best in the world to help me with last night's issue. I'll also need an escort for tonight."

Kathy looks hurt when she looks at me, "Sorry. That's a no no, not for a while. Take longer showers." She can see the pain and sadness in my eyes. She holds my face as she says, "You are in lockdown until we know who the bad guys are. I'm sorry, but it's what's best for you. You can fire me and go have fun, but then you may end as a permanent resident in some hole. I won't let that happen while I'm working for you. Fire me now if you want to have fun ... for a while."

Patty almost said something, but my glare shot her down.

Maureen smiles at me, "I'll ask around and see if we can't help you out."

Sadly, I speak with a soft voice, "No. That will just cause problems, I won't do that to any of our people. It's ok. Is the gym set up?"

Maureen smiles at me, "Yes, and behave yourself."

After breakfast, Patty goes back to her room, and I drag Kathy down to the gym. We both work out for an hour, and then we both put on protective wear. Kathy is eyeing me wearily.

When we are both ready, I sit down in the middle of a large mat and explain, "I've taken several forms of martial arts my entire life. I'm supposed to be a black belt in each. Yet I have never fought someone. I want to be able to defend myself if someone gets close to me. I don't expect they will, but I want to test myself. I think after what I've been through, I can hit someone now. I want you fully padded, you're my target."

Kathy laughs at me, "You're assuming you can hit me. I have a bit of training myself; you know. Make sure you strap that padding on tight, playboy."

We meet at the center, touch hands, and then walk back to the edge of the mat. While walking back, I take a sharp swing to my lower ribs that hurts like hell. I have the wind knocked out of me, and I can't get up. Well, this is not a promising start.

Kathy seems mad at me, "The first lesson, people don't fight fair. Never trust anyone."

Well, shit. That was the first lesson from Master Fang as well. Have I forgotten everything?

We start again, and Kathy is the aggressor. I stay near the edge of the mat. I don't expect the side of the mat to stop her like it did students many years ago, out of respect for your opponent. She strikes with four quick punches, stepping in with each one. I step back with each one and slap her blows to the side.

Kathy used a lot of energy, I used almost none. She comes again, another four strikes and another four misses. This time after two punches, I pass her moving forward and strike her lightly in the rips and once in the forehead. She is pissed at me and runs at me this time. Two strikes and then a knee up towards my groin.

That would have hurt. I slap the first to the side, push the second wide, making her off balance for the kick, then I move around her and kick out her legs. She is flat on her back winded. Normally I would run to help, but she might be faking it. She smiles after a while, noting that I was not helping her.

She picks herself up, and her style is totally different. She is more compact, and her strikes aren't flailing arms, but precise strikes intended to hit my pressure points. Ok, now she is trying and using her training. I stand toe to toe with her, misdirecting her punches one after another. I can sense she is tiring.

I finally go on the offensive now. My strikes are too fast for her to stop, or maybe she doesn't have the energy to stop me. I hit her ten times in a row. I pulled the punch every time, so they were more taps than an actual punch. I am making a point and proving to myself that I can stand my ground providing they don't have a gun.

Kathy steps back, hands at side, breathing hard. She is catching her breath. She slowly starts taking off the padding. It's too heavy, she wants more speed. I keep mine on. Twenty minutes later, and she still hasn't hit me once. She sits on the floor, exhausted. I don't even need a shower; I didn't work up a sweat. She is frustrated with me.

I give orders, I am going to my office and start my video conference meetings with my companies I am working. You can catch up with me there. You, my dear, NEED A SHOWER!"

She throws a towel at me. I go to work.

In my office, I will have a video conference meeting with the executives of the fifteen companies I drafted. It's funny, no one looks happy to see me. No doubt they wanted one of the naked family members. I took five top-performing companies, five from the middle, and five from the bottom. Seven companies complained that they need to modernize but were told it wasn't financially feasible. I am thinking long term, we are upgrading. Two companies are in retail and just aren't as popular anymore. Several companies want to expand, all but one I let them. I don't want my cable company laying more wire. It's time to upgrade to fiber optics. We don't even use fiber optics internally; no need they say.

I fire the executives and promote several VP's. This group was happy because there is a need, last guys didn't understand, they were accountants, not computer people. It's 6:00 PM when I finish my meetings. I am on the east coast now, I finished with west coast companies last. I am not making people stay late for me.

Now that I am done, I won't let anyone talk about business. That means we have almost nothing to talk about. Kathy has a few topics.

Kathy seems proud of herself, "While all of you were doing real work, I contacted some friends and got referrals. Robin, would I assume you want to go shopping tomorrow?" I grin big for her. "I thought so. I obviously have nothing to teach you about self-defense. I have some friends coming over the next few weeks to give you a better test. I don't have the strength, speed, or skill to match you. All I can do is shoot you, but that seems to defeat the whole purpose."

Patty asks inquisitively, "Robin, are you beating up your bodyguard?"

I love the way her breasts sway as she talks. I let Kathy answer this one. She doesn't want to.

Kathy reluctantly says, "Your brother has spent his whole life taking martial arts classes. It seems some of it sunk in. I couldn't touch him, and he could have done anything he wanted to me. He's like a ninja. However, I know people in my company who are very good as well. We can test him. The trick is to test him without the test killing him."

Valorie asks, "What about the referrals, is he sick?"

Kathy looks at me questioningly, I nod my head yes to her.

Kathy asks Valorie, "Your mother had your security company kidnap Robin and then take him to a special facility where they torture people. Do you have any clue what they did to him, the things he endured and the pain they administered? They broke his toes, dislocated his shoulder. They ..."

I stop her, I can't relive that again. All three of them look horrified.

Kathy continues, "Let's just say, your captivity, and his, are a lot different. I'll never call any of you friends. I know everything. I hear him cry all night long in his sleep."

They can't look at me anymore. Maureen yells out, "dessert!"

Kathy and I get large slices of cheesecake.

My family got hot fudge sundaes. The whipped cream and most of the ice cream has melted. They fight to open the tiny packages of nuts and something else. A spork is provided to help eat the mess. My cheesecake is awesome.

I got back to my office and check the financials of my companies. I look at the web site of my department stores and my competitors. Their sites are better than mine. That's not good. Finally, it's bedtime.

Chapter 4 - Bedtime

I go up to my room, and Kathy is on my heels. I walk in, and nothing has changed. I turn around and look at Kathy with a silly grin on my face.

Kathy snorts and says, "She was right, these beds are huge. If I am going to cuddle with you every night, it's easier if I'm already in bed. It has two zip codes, plenty of room for both of us. I get the shower first and no window."

We get in bed, I roll over, and I fall asleep.

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Valorie's point of view:

I wait until 11:00 at night. Through the few meals we have shared, I know Robin is troubled and not sleeping well. Twice I have heard a hint of this, and I know it's partially my fault. I never objected to mom. I let her do what she wanted. Hearing what they did to my brother is killing me. I know he is pissed at me; he has good reason to be mad. Hell, we should be dead. I have no idea why mom isn't; the bitch deserves it for what she did to him. I have no use for my brother, but he is a Wellington, she went way too far. Would she do the same to Patty and me?

I am naked, but it's warm outside. I go over the railing. There is a ledge for doing maintenance, I follow the ledge around to Robin's room. I used this method of travel often over the years. Never to my dad's room, though. I get lucky, the patio doors are open to let the breeze in. The drapes are closed, probably scared of a sniper. It's darker in the room, I hold and let my eyes adjust.

I would rather get into bed next to my brother than his bitch. I guess that she will be near the window, ever faithful to him. Now that I can see, I slowly, like a slow-motion runner, move to Robin's side of the bed. Once there, I see a troubled Robin, talking in his sleep, telling someone NO.

Kathy has been watching Valorie with keen interest. She is almost amused by her intentions. Is she going to strike him? She is naked with no weapon. She would have brought a knife if she intended to harm. What is she going to do?

Kathy is now standing behind Valorie, and in a flash, she has her arm around Valorie's throat and her hand over Valorie's mouth.

WHAT THE HELL! Kathy wasn't asleep. She got up and snuck behind me and now I'm in a headlock. I use my fingers to pick up her hand from my mouth. I am not talking or attempting to, yet.

In a slight whisper, I say to Kathy, "It's partially my fault, I want to help. I know people with nightmares, I know what he needs. Please, let me help him."

She lets me go but doesn't leave. I pick up Robin's limp arm and place it on his side. I gently slide into the bed in front of him, and I push back into his body. Kathy takes his arm and wraps it around me with his hand on my bare breasts. He latches on and holds me tight. Within ten minutes, he calms down and no more talking from him. Ten more minutes, and I am asleep.

Kathy lays in bed. She is mad. No, she is furious. She saved this man, protected him, and has been his only friend. Then, right under her nose, the enemy takes him from her. She thought it was fun putting his hand on her breast, Valorie enjoyed it. Kathy saw the smile clear as day. She calms herself and falls asleep thinking of the experts she can bring in to kick his ass while "testing himself."

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Robin's point of view:

In the morning, I wake up to find my sleeping companion is long gone. I can still smell her and feel her heat. I slept well last night, no nightmare. Interesting. When Kathy wakes up, she is furious with me. She says she isn't, but every guy knows the look and the coldness that chills you to the bone when a woman is mad at you. I bet it was last night. No shit, she is jealous. Wowwwww.

Breakfast is interesting. Valorie and I are in great moods while Kathy wants to rip a head off. Mom and Patty fear her. They eat fast and then quickly head back to the safety of their rooms. Kathy wants to check the perimeter, but I announce we are going shopping this morning.

We skip the limo and use a very average looking SUV. I don't have a driver's license, so Kathy must drive. We go downtown to one of my department store chains. We walk in and look around. Nothing special, nothing horrible either.

I tell Kathy, "Here are twenty, one-hundred-dollar bills. Spend half on you and half on me. Don't buy anything you don't like, wouldn't buy for yourself, or wouldn't want to see me in."

She understood immediately. She drags me around the entire store, and nothing really impresses her.

After an hour, I ask, "Nothing stands out as cool, does it? Nothing I want to buy here."

Kathy continues, "Nothing is horrible. It's safe. They don't want to run the risk of buying poorly, so it's mediocre and nothing sells. Not even one item stands out. They aren't taking enough risk."

I congratulate her, "Exactly! I wonder why they don't see it?"

Kathy snips, "They don't shop here. Certainly not for their children."

I hear a cashier yell out, "It's him! It's Robin, our owner!"

She comes running over and wants to hug me. Kathy stops that quick.

I explain, "We're kind of dating. Sorry. Since you know who I am, I'm going to put you on the spot. What's wrong with this place?"

Pat is on her nametag, "Two years ago they bought a line that was horrible and didn't sell at all. Since then they're afraid to go do anything edgy. This stuff is good quality but look at your gorgeous girlfriend and me, would we wear this stuff? No way."

A few other women standing around all agreed.

Pat continues, "That's the industry. You don't guess right every year. However, you need to continue taking chances."

I take the cash from Kathy and give it to Patty. She is freaking out on me. It's embarrassing.

I tell Pat, "I want you to fly to New York, go see the buyers, and tell them exactly what we discussed. Kathy will give you her card. Work with her to get a flight. The cash should cover meals, a hotel and cab fare. I'll get you more if you are there for a while. After you come back, wait two days, and then write up a report for me with your opinions and what you learned, good and bad. I need to go; it was great meeting you."

I give her a hug, then took Kathy's hand, and we walk out together, hand in hand. I notice that Kathy has a big smile on her face. That amuses me.

We drive to another mall in a more expensive part of town. It's past noon, so we start at the food court, I wanted to try one. As soon as we are out of the car, Kathy takes my hand, so we look like a couple. Part of our undercover look.

I can smell the delicious food as we near the area. Everything looks good to me.

I naïvely ask, "How do I know what is good? There are so many choices?"

Kathy grins and then explains to the dumb boyfriend, "You look at these places, each one looks mouthwatering. However, most will have you in the washroom all night. It takes a trained eye to know which few have safe food."

I giggle at her, "I suppose you're one of these experts that can save me from a rough evening."

Kathy nods her head, "Yes, sir. I happen to be one of the world's best. I know the signs of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Let's examine these places a bit closer."

After examining every place, she decides on Mongolian BBQ. It was awesome. However, we took turns using the washroom all night.

At the second department store, the salespeople were excellent. They all extolled the quality of each garment and showed us how each was better than the competition. The problem was everything is dark. Almost all black, grey, and dark colors like blue, green, and brown. Nothing was bright but the salespeople and the clothes they wore.

I ask Ben, "I want an outfit like you have, not this stuff. Where can I get it?"

Ben is uncomfortable, "We only sell darker, more conservative colors. Colors rich people wear."

Kathy took this one for me, "Oh, really. So, you would not approve of my boyfriend's outfit?"

Ben looks at the ground, "I'm just telling you what I'm taught. I need this job, so I tell everyone what they tell me to. I'm too old to make waves. To answer your question, no, they would say he isn't serious enough."

Kathy smiles, "Do you know who this man is?"

He looks at me, shakes his head, and says, "No idea. He isn't the type of people we want. They want rich people. That's who'll buy our line because it is expensive. People like you can't afford to shop here."

Kathy is an attack dog now, "Hey buddy. You might be surprised what rich people do. Not all of them want to look like they're at a funeral. This stuff may be well made, but successful, rich people don't buy this crap."

I hear a security guard come up behind us. Kathy moves me, so she is between the security guy with a gun and me. Her hand is on her side, where I would bet a weapon is located.

Kathy uses a commanding voice, "Stand down, dude. I'm Robin Wellington's personal security guard. Take one more step forward, and I'll be taking you down! Read your freaking employee handbook sometimes. Robin here, can, in fact, afford to shop here. How do I know? This guy owns your whole chain of stores, and they aren't doing well. Here is a news flash, rich people do wear color. I've seen his closets; he has a section dedicated to each color of the rainbow. It's rather cool."

I say to Kathy, "Hand him your card. I expect to hear from both of your bosses at exactly 4:00 today. Good day gentlemen."

We leave and go home. At 4:00, I get a conference call, and I chew out two bosses. I learn a lot about my company. I am not sure it can be saved.

I am exhausted and frustrated sitting behind my desk. I look over at Kathy, "I think this company is doomed. Everything about them is wrong."

Kathy is smug, she knows something, "I think you're wrong. I think new blood will help them out. I know just the person."

I smile at her, "You?"

She laughs at me, "No, silly. My younger sister. She thinks of herself as a fashion blogger. She stays on top of the hottest looks and trends. I think she might ..."

I cut her off, "How soon can she start? That's a sinking ship. They need a bundle of sunshine and a makeover. She can't do any worse. Call her now, make her an offer she can't refuse, and then let's go have dinner."

I took Kathy to a pizza place that I liked growing up. Since nobody cared about me, I had a normal life. I went to public schools and stayed out at night, goofing around and sleeping with women. My sisters had the finest prep schools and then went to Princeton for their degrees. Mom never cared about me, she wanted me to be a failure. In many respects, I have been a failure.

After eating pizza, we threw some darts for a bit. I still suck at throwing darts. Kathy was only slightly better. We were talking about our day, relaxing, and having fun. Everything and everyone else around us ceased to exist. My attention was solely on Kathy, a woman that I am noticing for the first time.

As we are talking, she is bumped from behind, her body falls towards me so that I must catch her. She is silent but has a look of surprise on her face. I see two guys yelling at each other, and one is screaming, "You stabbed her, you asshole. Really! Inside?"

I realize Kathy has been stabbed in the back. My first instinct is to roundhouse kick the attacker, knocking him out. Then I scream for help. While I am doing that, two large men pick me up and quickly take me outside. I hear them talking to a dispatcher and giving them the exact details. I hear someone yell out, "I'm a doctor, get out of my way!"

I am in shock and don't even realize that I have been kidnapped again. Holy shit, was that setup to take me out again? Both men have Wellington Security t-shirts on. I almost threw up.

One guy hesitates and then says to the other, "Make sure he gets home safe. I am going back for Kathy. He does not leave this car. Do you understand? Not until he gets home."

As soon as he leaves, I tell the other guy, "I'll be good. I will go home. You stay here and help Kathy. I have my phone. I expect an update every hour or as you learn more. GO! Quick!"He leaves. The driver takes off and locks the doors.

As if reading my mind, the driver says, "You're the boss, we protect you on a rotating schedule. Kathy stays close, and we are nearby. Yes, you're going home, and more security will show up. I don't think that was premeditated; you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I know you're close to her; you spend a lot of time together. No expense will be spared in her care ... unless you say otherwise."

I speak up, "Oh no, I want her very much alive."

Now the emotions hit me. Will she live? How bad is she hurt? Should I be there? I care way too much about her, she is just an employee. Is she JUST an employee? I don't think so. It was way too easy to pretend she was my girlfriend.

I instruct the driver, "If she has family, offer to get them to the hospital using my plane or rent one for them. I want Maureen to go over there. I know, I know, I will get updates. Kathy knows Maureen is my eyes and ears, and she knows her. It will be reassuring to her. After she is stabilized in a room that can have flowers, get something huge for her. I trust you personally to take care of that. Any questions?"

The driver just says, "Well, I guess we were right, you do like her. We were hoping you didn't so we would get a shot at her."

For the first time in a while, I smile.

When I get home, there is a crowd of people at the door waiting for me. We go inside. The questions are rapid fire. No, I don't know her condition. No, I don't know if it is life threatening, yes, we need a replacement for a while, yes, we need a cook for a while since Maureen will be out. I gave up on the rest. I don't care, I go to my room and cry.

My update said she is in surgery, looks positive that she will make it.

I am laying on my side, propped up on pillows. My cell phone is in hand, waiting for the next update.

I never heard my door open nor close. I don't care about anything right now but Kathy. I want to go down to the hospital, but security is afraid that it is a setup. The smart thing to do is stay home. Nothing I can do there anyway.

I feel the bed move, and I flip over quickly, hoping this is a bad dream and Kathy is there. It isn't, it's mom. She is naked due to my punishment of them. It's funny, but I was so mad at them, I really haven't looked at them even though they are naked. Sounds weird, but I don't see them as sexual prospects, so, why bother looking. They are just people I know and that tried to kill me. It's that last part that keeps them away from me.

If I didn't know better, I would think that mom cares about me. Yeah right! Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Mom moves closer, almost touching me. She then smothers my body with hers. Her arms wrap around my head. Her modest C cup breasts push into me, something I am always a sucker for. This isn't sexual with her. She is only trying to comfort me.

I get an update: Kathy out of surgery, did great, sleeping now.

Mom looks at the message and smiles. Now, mom is looking shy, she wants something.

Mom is soft when she asks, "Can I have some clothes and stop by the hospital for you? Those goons are asking questions, but they aren't getting enough information. Someone should greet her parents and have them stay with us. You need someone pressing to make sure she has everything she needs. You would turn to mush and be no help.

"You need someone that can be a bitch and get her way. Your sisters can be annoying, but they don't know how to order people around like I do. If you like this girl as much as I think you do, please let me go. Please let me do something useful for you."

I make a phone call, "Mom needs the car in ten minutes, she is going to the hospital. She gets a shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes. Two guards watch her."

I explain, "If someone killed dad, we all might be next. Until I know more, I'm going to be paranoid."

Mom lunges at me and is now crying as she holds me.

When she pulls away, she explains, "You are looking out for me. There is a chance for us still."

She walks out of the room with a smile on her face. I am still sad for Kathy. I contact my security company, I want a full investigation into the people involved, were they paid? Did they get drugs? Whatever it takes.

It's been a long day. I soon fall asleep. I am concerned about how I will sleep. I know Kathy has been holding me at night. That stopped the nightmares.

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The opposite end of the house, Valorie's viewpoint:

I am bored. The internet is severely limited. The food sucks. There is nothing to do. It's quite the commotion when our driver and a maid show up to mom's room. Naturally, I go out to see the commotion. I am well beyond caring if others can see my naked body. The driver, Terri, he is staring at me like a pervert. At least someone is having fun.

I see mom getting dressed. She is giving out commands to the staff again like she is in charge. They are listening, that is new since Robin showed up. She comes out of her room, nothing matches, all casual clothing.

She explains to the maid, "Hire a chef for Robin immediately. Maureen is on an assignment, and I will be too for a while." She looks at Patty and me, "You two, keep Robin company tonight. He is fragile emotionally. Anything happens to him, and it won't matter if we are innocent or not. Kathy has been holding him at night to get over the nightmares of what we did to him. I want both of you looking after him. Go!"

Patty and I look at each other, shrug our shoulders, and then start off to Robin's room. He is already asleep when we get there. Patty wants to say something, but I motion for her to zip the lips. She isn't happy. I put her on one side of Robin, and I take the other. He is facing away from me, swell. I scoot up close to him and try to drape my body on him and as much of my breasts as I can.

Patty quickly crawls up in front of him and is dwarfed by his body. I place his hand on her breast and like with me, he squeezes it often enough that I couldn't sleep. I change my tactics; I move so my back is towards him. If he turns in the night, he will be all over me. I fall asleep.

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It's 1:33 in the morning. Robin is crying, "No! No! Stop the pain! Stop! No more!"

Patty is pushing me, "You awake? What do we do?"

I know what to do. I sit up in the bed, trying to get under him. While doing that, he helps by crawling onto me. He is still crying and talking, I have his head on my lap. I bring his head back into my breasts and start stroking his beautiful hair. He calms down immediately. Patty is looking at me in shock.

I notice how good looking he is for the first time in my life. He was nothing to me previously. It was all so easy to not see him as a human being; he was my annoying younger brother. He wasn't worth my time. Why not? Because mom hated him. Why? I have no idea. He was always less than us. The maids raised him, he had public schooling where we had mom and private education.

Having this man cowering in my lap, I feel the need to protect him. He seems so fragile; no wonder Kathy fell for him. He is tall, thin, muscular, and he feels solid. His movie star face would draw any woman to him. I think it is his sense of humor and natural ability to trust people. I see it in the way he handed responsibility out so freely.

No way that salesgirl turned executive can turn around two department store chains when several high paid executives couldn't. I slept with one to recruit him, he is a smart man. Robin seems to treat businesses like they are nothing, like baseball cards on a table to be traded and played with. He knows nothing of the real business world. He knows women and partying. Probably drank a small factory of alcohol and knows every drug ever made for recreational purposes.

Yet from the look of Kathy's face after their workout, he easily bested her in sparing. That was one pissed off woman. His phone gets an instant message. How typical of him, no security code. Kathy is sleeping well. Mom made a lot of changes, getting more experts and a private room. Kathy's parents are there, and they are a mess. Maureen is catering to everyone and cleaning up the place. That is so like her.

My eyes start to tear. He has done so much to help his friend and her family. Here I am, naked, confined to my room, and eating happy meals for lunch and dinner. I am grateful he showed us mercy and did not inflict on us what we did to him. Seeing him like this, I would have lasted five minutes. I guess that is why he did what he did. Interesting, that shows compassion, intelligence, and wisdom, three things we did not show him.

If I were him, I would have killed us three. No way I take that kind of abuse and not take my revenge as soon as possible. Why does it matter who killed dad? We were willing to do anything, including killing him.

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Patty is feeling left out. Mom went to the hospital in clothes. Valorie gets to hold Robin and enjoy his hands and head on her breasts. Patty got nothing. As Robin moans and calms down, he is quite satisfied with Valorie. Why does she get sexual release and Patty doesn't? Patty gets out of bed; her sister is intrigued by her actions. She has Robin in her arms, she isn't giving him up for anything.

Patty comes to Valorie and slips onto the bed. Her right-hand reaches out and gently into Robin's boxers. She pulls out her target, with an amused look on her face, his cock. It's not porn star size, but it is better than average in length and width. She estimates it's about as perfect a cock as there is. Precisely what she hoped for.

Patty licks her lips and then descends on the long thick shaft. Patty knows this is taboo, incest, wrong. Patty doesn't give a damn. She hasn't had a cock in a long time. Even worse, she has been denied her toys for a long time. Patty has needs, she doesn't care that Robin is her bother. It is a cock, it's turning hard, and it will taste so much better than the boring and bland food they have been subjected to.

It only takes five up and downs on his pole, and she swallows six ropes of cum. Just what she wanted. She continues to hold his cock and slowly stroke it back to life. How many times can Robin orgasm in one evening? Once hard again, she is slower and more sensual. Patty's tongue goes under his helmet to smother the sweet spot that men love. She strokes up and down the shaft and then applies suction. Patty can deep throat, that will be better when he wakes up.

Patty drains him five times through the night. Her sexual desires have been sated, for a while. Robin doesn't know it yet, but his urges have also been satisfied.

Chapter 5 - A Good Test

Robin's point of view:

I wake up in the morning with my hand holding a breast, my head is laying on a set of breasts, and my cock is being sucked. I have no strong sexual needs this morning, this is nice. Why is Kathy here? Wait, this takes two. Oh shit! I sit up in bed in an instant, surprising my sisters. Patty is still sucking my cock, she looks up at me, and then deep throats me. Oh my, that is awesome. Valorie has a beautiful set of jugs herself. What an excellent way to wake up. In no time I am shooting only four ropes of cum down my sister's throat.

I expected with it being so long, I would have had a huge load built up. I wonder how long she has been sucking on my cock. Maybe I don't want to know. I look, and they both are shaved bare. Why did I look? Why do I care? I need to pee; I get up and out of bed. I pee and then get in my shower. It's weird thinking that this whole place is mine.

This is a huge shower, why would he get one so big? Valorie and Patty follow me into the shower. Ok, now I understand.

Valorie seems shy, "We need a shower as well. It's been forever since a man has touched me; can you clean me?"

She hands me a small hand towel. The loofa would have worked, but she wants my hands on her body. I want my hands on her body. Right now, this isn't my sister. This is a good-looking woman.

Valorie is the better looking of the two. Her perky 32C breasts swell over the sides of her thin body. A body made for sex. I know she slept with large customers to get deals and with executives so they would come work for us. Now she is recruiting me. Probably so I let up on her. That won't happen.

Her lanky body is like mine, and she too works out. Her features are softer, smaller nose, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, light skin, tiny ass, your basic magazine model. Being the daughter of the owner of many modeling companies and magazines pays better. She doesn't need to work; she has everything already. Everything but a husband and she has no need for one of those. Nope, Valorie would instead go from man to man, enjoying all they have to offer.

At this moment, her sights are set on me. I know that soon, they will move on to some other guy. She stands tall, although six inches shorter than me. She is arching her back, so her breasts stick out at me. Her nipples are stiff, she loves this, probably much more than she should.

I can't help myself; I use the rag and buff her breasts to make them clean and shiny. I made sure that every cell of her breast is clean. She almost orgasmed. Patty is annoyed.

Patty admonishes her sister, "Oh Valorie, stop hamming it up. He touched your breasts, now get out of the way. I want some."

Patty pushes past Valorie and she too, arcs her back, thrusting her breasts right at me. Patty is completely different. Short black hair that is styled, bigger nose, smaller B cup breasts, broader shoulders, yet still a tiny ass, and from what I have seen, more in control of herself. She would rather seduce me and be set free first.

I ask Patty, "How long were you sucking my cock this morning?"

She doesn't answer immediately. I give her a stern look. Her eyes are instantly looking at the floor like she is in trouble.

Patty then tells me, "I started about 1:45 when your nightmares started. It seemed to calm you. Well, that and Valorie holding you and placing your hand on her breast. The load you saw was the seventh. You seemed to have the need, so I did what needed doing." I hugged her for telling me. Positive reinforcement.

When I finished Patty's breasts, Valorie bends at the waist, uses a hand to pull each butt cheek wide open, thereby exposing both her asshole and her pussy to me. Both are winking at me and wet. Her lips are dark, well used. Her asshole isn't fully shut, it sees lots of use as well. I am stunned by the view.

Valorie is frustrated, "Well, pick one and use it all you want."

Now that is a proposition I don't get very often. From cleaning the breasts, I am hard. It's been quite a while since I have had a woman. I align and aim for a hole; I find the big and wet one. I slide in with ease. As I do, Valorie moans loud and long. She is teasing her sister.

Because I am taller, I must spread my legs to bring my cock in line with her cunt. This is one of the three women that had me tortured. I get to take out some of my aggression on her now and the worst part, she will love it.

I thrust in and out quickly and with force. Typically, I would have eaten her pussy, and maybe she wanted that. However, she has not earned that level of appreciation. Right now, this is me satisfying a need. My need is being fulfilled. Ok, better than just fulfilled. I love being able to pound her into submission. To her, this is more than just having sex. She is trying to trap me, control me, and then use me against her sister and mother.

They will all be begging for sex soon and trying to outdo the other. She will do anything for me and take anything from me. I need to test her resolve. I use all my strength to pound the hell out of her. She is literally turning red from the force I am using on her.

Valorie is screaming at me, "Fuck yeah. Finally, a man that can really fuck. Damn, he is so deep inside of me. This is awesome. More, more, faster, harder. OH YES! Come on big brother, fuck me good and give me your cum. BREED ME!"

What the hell did she just say? Certainly, she is on the pill. Right? With all the men she fucks, she must be on the pill.

Patty is looking at me, "I thought you knew. When they moved us, they took everything away, including our birth control. We assumed we weren't going to have sex, so it was no big deal. Are you going to impregnate your sister?"

At hearing those words, my cock let go. I could not stop it. I was going to paint her face once I heard her say breed me. I did not expect Patty to explain. Now I can't stop as I shoot rope, after rope, after rope, into her greedy mouth. Two more ropes come after she swallows. I fall back against the wall, and Patty is there yet again to suck my cock and clean it off.

I hear my phone ringing; I quickly exit the shower and pick up my phone. It's mom. Mom seems quite happy with herself, she is in her element, ordering others around.

Mom says sweetly to me, "Hi honey. The surgeon here is top notch. The nurses, not so much. I have private nurses here right now working with their best. Kathy's parents are here and refuse to leave. Soon, I will force them to go home and sleep. I have caterers bringing in food for everyone attending to or worrying about Kathy. Even she gets exceptional food. Don't worry, they get fast food here as well for me.

"Kathy's parents know all about me and what I have done. I have three specialists flying in today to look at her. An executive from her company stopped by, saw her care, and didn't stay long. They found her care satisfactory. Yes, that is the word they used. He told me her uncle, who's the CEO of the company would be by later, he's flying in from Europe. Maureen, by the way, was a great idea.

"Kathy understands you not being there, and she knows Maureen is the person you trust most. They said it was a real shot in the arm when she showed up, it was like you being here. The flowers are beautiful. Every few hours, more show up. She is getting embarrassed."

I respond, "Awesome. Embarrassed means she isn't depressed. Soon, there will be too many. Feel free to have Maureen pass some out to other patients as needed. So. How long will she be in the hospital?"

Mom is happy to say, "Maybe a week to play it safe. Then at least two months before she can return to work. With her line of work, it will probably be longer."

I am nervous as I ask, "Does she want to recuperate at her house, her parents, or here?"

Mom laughs at me, "Way too early to even be asking. But between you and me, I bet our house. One second babe."

I now hear the medical equipment clearly and what sounds like an oxygen line. The next voice I hear will be Kathy, I bet.

Sure enough, I hear a soft, "Robin?"

I am near tears, "You can't believe how badly I want to be there with you. I sent Maureen in my place."

I can hear her crying.

I yell at her, "HEY! None of that. You haven't been replaced ... yet. That makes you my girlfriend still. As such, you get the royal treatment. Remember that girl Pat? She tore up the executives. Ripped them a new asshole. They call me complaining, I fired half of them. The half that is left is taking her seriously now.

"Don't worry about the attacker, the hospital, the specialists, the food, or your parents, it's all taken care of. It's cool what rich people can do and get done. That leaves you with two jobs, enjoy the flowers, and heal."

I hear crying on the other end.

I try to reason with her, "Kathy, no need to cry. You helped save my life, rescued me from a hell hole, helped me heal, and stopped my nightmares. Do you really think I've done all that much compared to what you did for me? I don't think it's even close, especially given my resources."

I hear the doorbell ring.

I explain, "I think your contract killers, I mean sparring partners are here to beat me up." She giggles. "I just stepped out of the shower. I need some clothes so I can greet them. I hate to run, but I need to. See you later."Kathy weakly says, "I love you."

Without even thinking, I say, "I love you too. Goodbye."

What the hell did I say! Did I lie? No. I need to get dressed.

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When I descend the stairs, they point me to the gym. My guests are already warming up.

I run through some exercises to warm up and then some katas to tune me up and clear my mind.

The first man isn't a man. It is a walking mountain. He is bursting with muscle. He will be slow, but not sure I can hurt him. I fall back on my training. There are weak spots even on this man. I turn my back on him and hear him running at me. I sidestep him and use his momentum to toss him, he didn't like that one bit. Basically, I am patient. I let him wear himself down and then I slowly and methodically kick his ass.

The next guy is an MMA fighter and a good one at that. His conditioning is out of this world. He is durable and lightning quick. He is aggressive, and again, I use my patience and wear him down. He is still lightning quick and gets me a few times. I get him far more often. He made the mistake of using a roundhouse to the head, and I took him down and pinned him.

The next man is much smaller than me and into martial arts. We are both defensive, neither getting a hit in. I am quicker, but he has more experience. I switch my style, and he has trouble at first but soon adjusts. I change again, and it's the same thing, he quickly adapts to my style. I turn to my own style, it's a mixture of all the others in a way that works for my tall, lanky body. I now kick his ass.

When we finish, he asks, "What was that last style? I haven't seen it before."

I smile, "I hate doing the same thing over and over. I started mixing styles to make moves that I liked and worked well with my body. I thank you all for your time and for the great workout. We have breakfast waiting upstairs if you'd like to join me."

They did join me for breakfast, and all conversation is on Kathy. Each one had several stories about Kathy. Their next stop was to go surprise her and see how she is doing. It was funny watching them tell stories while they stare at my sisters. I feel uncomfortable with them watching but not enough to stop them or make my sisters go away. My sisters seem to have no problem putting on a show. I guess they are used to it now.

After breakfast, I go back to work. About 10:00, Valorie came in to see me. I am in a video conference, sitting at my desk. They see my head, and I see their conference room. We are almost done; this is just a project update meeting for the week.

Once at my side, Valorie gets down on her hands and knees, then crawls under my desk. She pops her head up between my legs, pulls down my shorts and boxers, then pulls out my cock. It is now rock-hard. She quietly purrs her satisfaction as she slides my cock into her mouth that has formed a large "O."

She can't deep throat me, which disappoints her. She moves to a more traditional method, hands, and mouth. Any woman can use a hand and mouth, no special requirement there. However, there is a very direct correlation between desire and success when it comes to blowing a guy. Valorie is trying to blow me like her life depends on it.

Her mouth alone is excellent. Our meeting finishes. They all get up and leave but one woman. She stands up and walks towards the screen. She seems nervous. This is highly unusual, she is looking over her shoulder, verifying everyone is walking out.

The lady says to me softly, "I know that sound. Five minutes ago, someone started blowing you. Damn, you were good at not letting it show. I could hear her slurping on your cock as she ran her lips over your long cock. That is one talented maid."

She looks over her shoulders again quickly, then surprises the hell out of me. She takes the top of her dress and pulls the two spaghetti strings down to the side, taking the top of the dress with it revealing two large breasts covered in a bra. In a flash, the bra pops forward, she released the back. Next goes the straps, and then the bra entirely.

A beautiful woman in her forties is standing in front of the cameras, topless now. These must be surgically altered, they are too round, too perky, too perfect. I love them. She takes both of her nipples and pulls them hard towards the camera. The breasts form a cone. Finally, she cries out in pain and releases them. Patty walks into the room and then immediately walks out again.

I orgasm hard in response to Valorie, who is adding significant suction. I shoot four ropes of cum into her hungry mouth. The woman on screen smiles and then says, "Have a good day boss," the screen goes black. I fall back into my chair. That was incredible. Valorie slides out after cleaning my cock and putting it back into my pants.

I thank Valorie, she leaves, and I am on to my next company. Every half hour, I get updates from a company or talk to the executives. That was a pleasant diversion.

At lunch, I am served a BLT sandwich with chips. That's one of my favorites. Right after I finish eating the staff clears the kitchen. Instantly, I am alert, are they going to attack me? Are there killers in the house? No. Patty and Valorie remove the plates from the table and then Patty bends over the edge of the table. She looks over her shoulder and says, "Please."

They are tag teaming me to get the sex they need. They're sluts. Fine, I will treat them like the sluts they are. I push my pants and boxers down, and I thrust into my sister. Patty is just as loose as her sister is. She looks much different, her body is shorter and pudgier, but her face a better looking. Her breasts are bigger, and she has more curves. This makes her the sexier of the two, although neither would be thrown out of bed by any guy.

Patty is a talker, "Oh yeah. So good. That's right. Pound the crap out of me. Use me like the whore that I am. I hurt you, use your anger and hate on me. That's better. Try to hurt me. Faster. Faster. Oh yeah! Your cock is awesome. You can have me any time you want. I'm yours. We owe you for being bitches your whole life. Harder Robin! Faster Robin!

"Oh yeah. Just like that. More. I need you to fill me up. I'm ready for a baby. Breed me. Oh yeah! So good. So good. I love the way your cock slides in and out of me. Fuck yeah! Ream my dirty cunt. Stretch me out. Ruin me for everyone else. I don't want anyone else. You're my man. I'll do anything you want. I'll fuck other men. I'll fuck other women.

"You can take my ass, piss on me, whip me, beat me, brand me. I will do anything to please you. I'm your whore, I'm your slave. Fuck me harder! Mark me as your property, you own me. Shoot your cum into my unprotected pussy. Breed me, give me your child. I'll service Kathy as well if you want me to."

The name Kathy set me off. She already had me close. That was some deep stuff she told me. I shoot five ropes of cum deep into her unprotected pussy. I needed that, and now my need has been sated. My pelvic region, in general, is now sore after two hard fuckings, but I feel relieved of my need to cum for a while.

I go back to work. I tell them to go clean up and go back to their rooms for now. There is still a lot for me to do and companies I need to improve. Many of our companies are running well and turning a good profit. There isn't much to do with them. Where possible, I use those companies to help others that aren't doing well, or I move around management. I need to be careful. I don't want to ruin the company doing well. A few of the good companies I challenge to improve efficiencies or the products they sell. I don't want them sitting on their heels, or they will lose market share. I learned that from dad, "Don't allow the great to go unchallenged." He had a lot of sayings like that, and now I understand them.

In the afternoon, Valorie gave me a blowjob again. At dinner, I fucked Patty again. I bet tomorrow they will swap. They will both want to fuck.

We get into a routine. They blow me three times a day and fuck me three times a day. I didn't think this was possible, they are wearing me out. In a day or two, Kathy is being released. She is doing exceptionally well. Her parents love the care she and they are getting. My home has been acceptable to them. I gave them some spending money, so it wouldn't hurt much for them. Mom and Maureen change up the times they are there.

After lunch, I call for the car. I canceled my afternoon calls. I never tell the driver where to go, he knows. The hospital knows I am coming and allow me to use the rear employee access. The room has a patient area that has big glass doors and then on the other side is a large private room with chairs, couches, a table for the caterer, a tv, and a terrific view of the city. A very nice place.

Everyone is amazed to see me show up. I order everyone to leave the patient room then I close the doors and drapes for privacy. I sit on the edge of the bed, lean forward, and land a perfect kiss on Kathy's lips.

I am crying as I say, "I thought I was going to lose you. The feeling was worse than the torture I endured. They wouldn't let me stop by. I'm sure mom was a pain in the ass, but I can guarantee she got things done. If they didn't have the best, she got it."

Kathy too is crying, "She was wonderful. She made them tell her who the best experts were, and they came. The new nurses are awesome. The food has been tremendous. My parents and I really appreciate all that you have done."

I shyly ask, "Where did you decide to recuperate?"

She weakly hits me, "Your place stupid. There isn't a place on earth where I will get better care. Mom and dad will stay just a little, they are running out of vacation time."

With a smirk on my face, I ask, "Did any of the stud doctors here help satisfy your needs?"

Kathy laughs at me, "I think your mom purposely found all men over sixty. No, none of them got near me. I must say though; your security company hires much better-looking men than my uncle does. Some hot men working detail here."

She is teasing me, I continue, "Oh, ok. As long as someone met your needs." I give her my best pouting face.

She is quick to turn the conversation, "Oh no. I can't show any weakness. They didn't touch me."

I use my wicked smile, "Well, then. Since technically I am or was your last boyfriend, and it's to help you recover, I'll take it on myself to help you relieve your sexual stress."

Kathy is quite interested but nervous, "Um, my parents and your mom are just on the other side of that glass. It's not soundproofed."

I start reaching for the sheets, "Well, WE better be quiet then."

I slowly pull the sheets and blanket to the side. I move over her legs and slide up the awkward gown that isn't covering much anyways. Finally. I see the matching light hair. She hasn't shaved in a while; small hairs cover her sex. I slowly and lovingly use my tongue to touch her outer lips from clit to anus and then back. I repeat that on the opposite side. Kathy moans.

I hear talking outside of the room. Mom will understand and keep them out. I would have used my tongue to pry her lips apart, but they opened on their own with a second moan. I am assaulted with her aroma, and I am now rock-hard in my pants. I take a brief second to breathe in her scent before continuing the inside of her outer lips. I finish this part by using my tongue to go down the middle and tease the edges of both sides with my tongue.

Kathy's eyes are wide open, the machines are going wild. Her heart rate is off the charts, the oxygen level is low, she isn't breathing enough.

I tell Kathy, "If you don't breathe, those nurses will break down the door to save you. Take big, deep breaths."

She has a death grip on the mattress, her knuckles are turned red. I continue deeper into the inner sanctum, where I tease her lips a bit more. She finds this ticklish and is fighting to take deep breaths. While digging deep with my tongue, I use a hand to lightly massage her button, and that makes her take short hard deep breaths of air. I am doing all of this over a few minutes, and Kathy loves it.

However, in the room beyond the door, two nurses are hysterical that their patient is dying. They are ready to call security when mom directs our security to step in and detain them.

Mom is short and as non-threatening as a mama bear protecting her cub can be when enraged, "Kathy is in NO danger. In fact, nothing could be further from that. My son has ... talent with women. I have heard some fantastic tales. She will scream soon and then the door will open.

Kathy's mom is shocked, "How dare he!"

Mom isn't having any of that, "Oh, please. They're both well past eighteen. I don't hear your daughter screaming for help. She, like you, have needs. Needs that none of these nurses can meet. Let him do his work, your patient will be much more compliant for a few days."

I have Kathy squirming on the bed, moaning softly, and that is when I use my whiskers. I rub them down an inner thigh, across her mons, and then back up the other side. Kathy surprised me with the scream she let loose. She has a hard orgasm. The heart monitor has a noticeable change but then goes back to normal. Her oxygen level is down, but then she has stopped breathing. It was a long few moments, but she starts up again. The smile on her face is angelic.

I quip, "So much for being quiet." She ignores me.

I pull her gown down, pull the sheets and blanket back, and then open the doors and the privacy curtain. The nurses come rushing in. All her vital signs are excellent now, back to normal.

A nurse asks, "Are you ok? Your vital signs went off the chart."

Kathy plays it cool, "Robin ... distracted me ... in a charming way."

I can see the light of understanding hit the nurse. Both of us blush.

I add for effect, "I have been here long enough, caused enough trouble, and got my questions answered." I kiss Kathy. "See you soon, kid." We both smile, and I take the back hallways out of the building and then back home.