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Ch 48.
Julie had fallen asleep on the gurney in the ER. Deakins had gotten another chair and he and Angie sat in the bay beside her, holding hands, not talking. He knew he had to get help for his little girl. This erratic behavior was not normal. The mood swings – the sweet little girl-ness one day, the vicious, hateful behavior the next. This was not your run-of-the-mill adolescent turmoil. He had had that with his two older girls. They had been nothing like this.
Angie knew Julie would have some disease. She knew it. She had never seen this Matt boy, but she had a feeling he was dirty. Angie knew, in her mother's heart, that Julie did not use condoms. She shook her head, not even believing she was thinking about her baby girl having sex, let alone without a condom. How could Julie be like this? What happened? They had raised each of the girls the same way, same rules, same routine, same love. Neither Catherine nor Janine had been like this.
Jimmy and Angie Deakins waited to learn what Julie had done to her body.
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Canvettelli drove his two, partners, he supposed, to his flat. That Tillman fellow was being awfully quiet. He was cute, though, sweet looking. We will have to see, won't we?
"Oh, Cann it is so good to be home. I cannot tell you how much I missed you." Jenese turned to Tillman and continued, "Didn't I tell you how good looking Cann is? Didn't I tell you what a good person he is? Didn't I?"
"Yes, you told me," Tilley replied flatly. He did not trust this Canvettelli fellow. Not one bit. Who does he think he is, being so prissy, so aloof? Tilley kept his eye on this pretty boy.
Canvettelli was a gracious host, regardless of the circumstances. He swept around his tiny kitchen, preparing cheese, crackers, a small plate of cut up fruits; he opened a bottle of wine. They would discuss the financial arrangements over food and drink, like civilized people. Then, depending on what he learned from Jenese, they might just have welcome home sex. That Tillman boy was looking sweeter and sweeter. He has a very nice bump between his pockets, Canvettelli noticed.
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Bobby slept soundly. He didn't dream, he rarely did. Gleason stood watching him. Her heart burst with love for him. She crossed to the sofa and sat, legs under her, looking at him, smiling contentedly.
She thought about the past two days. Coming home to Bobby, deciding to stay with him, deciding to take the job in Chicago, deciding to commute, all of it; and then the talk of a baby. Gleason had wondered if she might be pregnant. She knew the symptoms. She would not allow herself to consider it, however.
Gavin had wanted children. She loved Bobby as she had loved Gavin. They would still be together, she and Gavin, probably living in Stockport, if she had given him a child. That is all he wanted, one child. She could not, would not do that. It had ended their relationship.
Bobby wanted a baby, too. But she could not, would not do that. And now it didn't matter. It was over.
Gleason felt herself well up. Don't be silly, she told herself. Stop it. This is your period. There never was a baby. Now, stop it. She shuddered a huge sigh, unfolded herself from the sofa and crossed to her sleeping love.
She knelt beside his chair, beside his leg and reached for his face, putting her hand on his jaw. His whiskers pinched.
"Dearheart, Love, wake up."
Bobby stirred, opened his eyes and saw her. His hand went to hers and he pressed it against his cheek, smiling at her. He drew a deep breath, turned his head to kiss her palm and winched. "Ahhhh, gee whiz!" he said painfully, "God, my neck!"
Gleason smiled, took back her hand, stood up and went behind his chair. She reached down and rubbed his neck and shoulder. "I love you," she said to the top of his head.
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"Boy, something smells good," Sledge said coming in the door. "You can smell it out in the hallway." He shrugged out of his coat and laid it on the sofa.
"I cooked dinner for us. Hungry?" Eames said with a huge smile, walking from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.
Sledge was amazed. First of all, it smelled wonderful in here; he didn't know Alex could cook. Secondly, she looked wonderful, her hair was shiny, and he loved those black jeans and tight sweater, with nothing underneath, he noticed. What a great surprise. He gathered her in his arms, bent and kissed her. His right hand went to her jaw and his fingers moved into her hair. His tongue flicked against her lips and she let him in. Alex felt him rise against her.
The kiss broke and Sledge held her head in his hands. He looked deeply into her eyes. "Alex, I, I . . . I didn't know you could cook. What did you make?"
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"I've got to call in," Deakins said to his wife. "I'll just be a few minutes." Angie smiled weakly at him and he went outside to make his call.
Perkins picked up, "Hey, Captain, I was just going to call you before I head out. Hey, that kid is really causing a fuss. He's shouting for a lawyer, his one phone call, all of that. What do you want us to do? Hey, how's your daughter? I should have asked that first."
"Tell that sonofabitch we can't find a lawyer because it's Sunday. He's going to spend the night. Tell the guys on watch to give him his one phone call. Tell them to get him supper, something ugly and cold. I'll be in when I'm done here. Tell them to call me if anything comes up."
"Got it."
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Bobby and Gleason ate the soup and salad. Both wished they had gotten a loaf of bread at the store. They talked like an old married couple. She talked about getting back to her classes tomorrow, how her heart just wasn't in it any more. She wanted to be fair to the students, but she was eager to get onto the syllabi she would write for her new job. Gleason watched Bobby as she said this last bit, about the new job. She saw him tilt his head slightly to the left and look down. She knew he was unhappy about her decision. They would have to make it work. She would make it work.
Bobby talked about needing to get back to the range. He told Gleason what Deakins had said about his score needing to be up where it had been before he had broken his hand. His scores had to be up by Thursday. He also told her he thought Deakins would forget about that deadline. Nevertheless, Bobby would go to the range tomorrow after work. Gleason had a night class tomorrow. They would get home later in the evening at about the same time.
They finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen and walked two blocks north to an ice cream parlor to get a sundae. They walked home, holding hands, climbed the steps to the flat and sat quietly for a while. Bobby read the paper and Gleason prepared for her classes.
By eleven-ten, they were in bed, asleep in each other's arms.
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Angie was talking with a doctor when Deakins returned. "What'd I miss?" he said approaching.
"Jimmy, this is Dr. Wiley. She examined Julie." They shook hands.
"I was just about to tell your wife the test results. Maybe we should go in here." She lead them to a small, stark cubical. Deakins heart raced. This isn't good, he said to himself. He glanced at Angie, saw she was about to cry and put his arm around her.
"Have a seat. Your daughter is fifteen, right?" They nodded. "Well, as far as I can tell, she's been sexually active for less than a year, probably six months or so. The scarring on her hymen looks relatively new. However, she has engaged in some fairly aggressive sex, I'm afraid. I found evidence of other, older scarring and there is evidence of vaginal trauma from this encounter."
"This was not an 'encounter', Doctor, my daughter was raped," Deakins emphasized.
"Of course, I'm sorry, my mistake." Dr. Wiley reddened and looked down at her notes. Then she continued, "She is not currently pregnant. But we're going to give her an ECP to prevent fertilization or implantation, just in case." Angie exhaled as though she had been holding her breath.
"Her tests for STDs showed positive for chlamydia and gonorrhea."
"Jesus Christ," Deakins said between clenched teeth. He was going to kill that goddamn sonofabitch with his bare hands.
Angie put her hands to her mouth and mewled. Deakins put his arm around her and hugged her.
"Is Julie allergic to penicillin?"
"No," Deakins answered.
"We're going to give her one dose of azithromycin. It's used to treat both chlamydia and gonorrhea. However, an antibiotic resistant strain of gonorrhea is showing up in a number of places, including New York. We are going to give your daughter a single dose of ciprofloxacin, as well. If that doesn't clear it up, she'll need a shot of spectinomycin."
Dr. Wiley let this settle and then continued, "These are powerful medicines. Julie may experience nausea and vomiting for a short time. It will pass." She hesitated, but needed to say this next bit. She leaned forward and said softly, "Uhm, Julie should refrain from any sexual activity for at least seven days to allow the medications to work."
That did it, Deakins blew, he was on his feet yelling, "For Christ's sake, she's fifteen! She shouldn't be having sex in the first place!"
"Jimmy, please, sit down. Jimmy." Angie was in tears.
Deakins turned toward his wife and said to the doctor, "What about the HIV screen?"
"The results of that will be back in two to three days. We will call you one way or another. We will need a secure phone number to reach you; one Julie won't have access to. Mr. Deakins, please, sit down. There's one more thing we need to discuss."
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Canvettelli was not buying one bit of what Jenese was telling him. He could see the guy was lying. He is making this up as he goes, Canvettelli said to himself. Well, I will show his sorry ass what happens when you fuck with me. He will be so sorry. You just wait.
Tilley had been sitting quietly, watching his lover lie through his teeth to the pretty boy sitting across from them. He is pretty, Tilley thought, and slim. Tilley had noticed how Cann kept glancing over at him and he was flattered. He sighed, I can't help it. Jenny's boyfriends all take a shine to me. But I do share. The more the merrier.
"So, we can't do anything until the banks open up in the Caymans tomorrow. What say we hit the sack and then each other's?" Oh, I am clever, Jenese thought; he was the only one.
Canvettelli glanced at Tilley who gave him the look. "Oh, you boys are staying here tonight?" Cann asked with fake surprise. "Well, I'm not prepared for overnight guests. We may have to share my bed. It will be close quarters. I hope you and your friend don't mind tight personal spaces." He said all of this directly to Tilley. Jenese caught the exchange and got all tingly. He did want Tilley to have a good time.
"Ok then, let us say goodnight."
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After dinner, Sledge and Alex watched a dirty movie she had picked up. It was pretty hard-core.
"Where in the hell did you get this?" Sledge asked with a dash of admiration in his voice.
"Do you like it?"
"Jesus, Alex. This is some stuff here. Look at that. Dear God." Sledge was really liking this movie. He had to shift a bit. Alex snuggled closer and put her hand on his pump, working it.
"I'm glad you like it. I thought you might."
"Ah, should I be taking notes here?" Sledge asked, needing to shift again. "Hon, we're gonna have to do something right here if you keep that up. Come on, quit."
"You want me to stop?" Alex moved to his buckle. "I'll stop if you want me to stop." His belt was open and she moved to the button and then the zipper. She opened his pants and he unfolded against his boxers, he was erect.
"God, Alex," he said deeply. He was breathing heavily. "Hon, what are you going to do?"
Alex lifted out his length, he was enormous. "Hmmm, this looks good," she said, sliding her hand up and then down. Her tiny hand couldn't close around his girth.
Sledge slid further back against the sofa. "Hon, what are you going to do? Huh? Alex?"
Eames was so hot, she wanted to jump him right here. But she wanted to have fun with him first. She wanted to see how long she could play before he spewed.
"Oh, I don't know. I could just stroke you. Like this, up and down."
"Ahhh, yeah, good."
"Or, I could lick you up and down." Alex leaned over and dragged her wet tongue along the long underside of his shaft. Sledge moaned. The lovers on the video were going at it, making sex sounds. It was like having another couple in the room.
"Oh, Hon, suck me. Come on. Eat me, Alex. Jesus. Eat me." Sledge put his hand on the back of Alex's head. "Ungh, Hon, c'mon. Suck it."
Alex slid the tip of his penis into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the end. Sledge groaned. Alex slid a third of him into her mouth and sucked. She moved him in and out of her mouth. "Oh, God, Alex. More, take more." She couldn't, he was too big. She was going to come just listening to him and the people on the video. She took all she could and hummed. Sledge pushed up.
That did it, she had to have him inside. Right now. Alex let go, stood up, undid her pants, pushed them down and off and straddled his lap. She got up on her knees and he set himself against her. He rubbed himself against her opening. He poked in just a bit. It was his turn to tease her. "You like that? Feel good? Want that in you? Straight up? Tight, pushing you open? Huh?"
"Edward, come on. Inside, go inside. Fuck me. Come on. Fuck me." Alex struggled against him, trying to sit on his pole.
"No, no, no, not yet. We should watch and learn. Here, let's watch and learn." Sledge turned her around on his lap like she weighed nothing. "There, see what they're doing? That's us in ten minutes."
Alex looked at the screen and saw a man fucking his woman from behind. She looked like she was enjoying it.
"See that? That's us." Sledge bent Eames over so that she leaned on the coffee table and he took her that way. He shoved straight in and nearly filled her. She was incredibly tight, bent over this way. He watched himself slide in and out. He knew he was big, but Jesus, watching his dick slide in and out of her tiny hole . . . oh, it was good.
Alex could feel him rub parts that had never been touched. She was going to come. He had only shoved twice and she was going to come! She tightened up around him and heard him respond. Edward was sounding behind her, the people on the video were beginning to come in front of her. She was right there and she pushed back against him, hard, calling out her orgasm. Sledge came pulling on her as he pushed into her. He'd not been that far up her, ever. He felt himself jerk inside, shooting his cum inside.
The four people, two on the sofa, two on the screen, all came at the same time. They settled at the same time. And they started up again at the same time.