Monthly Archives: October 2015

77 – The appointment

When the alarm went off in my ear at 1 P.M., I was exhausted. My whole body was buzzing with fatigue. I don’t know how I rolled out of bed, but I made it, and on time to Angela’s place to go to her appointment. She was dressed cutely with a classy but short dress and a nice set of heels that highlighted her legs. We held hands the whole ride over to the doctor’s office like any regular couple. My stomach was churning and my heart was coming out of my mouth. How surreal this is.

The actual appointment was quite awkward, with me sitting uncomfortably in the chair as the doctor examined Angela. He was a middle-aged bastard but he seemed like a knowledgeable doctor. I sat slightly to the side of the bed during her exam, watching the OB doctor put his hands inside Angela’s vagina and then place an ultrasound probe in her. On the monitor, there it was…in all it’s glory, a tiny alien being floating in it’s own universe. Little did it know what hardships it faced in life! Boy or girl? I dunno. Do I care? I think I prefer a boy, but I would rather have no child at all right now.Meanwhile, Angela kept turning her head towards me, reaching out with her hand for mine, smiling incessantly at the future prospects of a child. I was less than thrilled , on the other hand.

We went out for a quick lunch after the appointment, walking a bit around town before we ate. It was a warm, sunny day and a great time for a walk if we were a normal couple, but not so much today. All I could think about was how my life was changing – for better or worse…most likely worse. Angela, on the other hand, seemed quite content.

Sex was great, when we got back to Angela’s . In spite of all my stress, I couldn’t resist putting her soft skin against mine and pounding out my frustrations. She loved every minute of it!

 

-T.C.

76 – Calmer

I dreaded the drive back home after being with Cherise the past days because I knew that Angela wanted to ‘talk’ about things regarding her pregnancy. We had been texting each other back and forth over the past few days incessantly regarding the pregnancy issue, and I must say I have been fairly deceptive with my answers to her regarding what we should do with the pregnancy. She’s been pretty good about not forcing the issue of us moving in together yet, and I answered her questions about what I think about the pregnancy in vague terms, like ‘ Let’s see how it goes.’ I’m really not good with it, in fact, I am totally stressed over the whole thing. My parents will kill me. Yes, I am a grown adult, but they have expectations from me and my life. I don’t think they want my child to be present at my wedding! Likewise, I don’t want to broach the subject of abortion, which is against my religion….. Maybe Angela will fall into one of the 33% of women that has a miscarriage?

Angela is going to see her obstetrician tomorrow. I have to work tonight, so I am going to join her, but I am really going to be sleepy. I stopped by Tom’s house to have a talk about Angela. I have known Tom for years. He’s got a great wife and two children. Life has been good to him and his excellent choices have paid off. He hadn’t met Angela before, but I showed him pictures and he agreed that she is drop-dead gorgeous, but that, along with the pregnancy shouldn’t lead me to make a third mistake of marrying her and being miserable for the rest of my life. I agreed. I really hadn’t decided that I was ready to settle down anyway. After all, I didn’t marry Sarah, with whom I was madly in love. I will go with Tom’s advice to make no decisions and let time take it’s course. I can be a father without being married, so long as I am a good father. I like that idea – no decision for now.

I dropped by Angela’s place after meeting up with Tom. She was surprised to see me, but she was excited I had come. It was a warm welcome and actually felt great now that I felt less pressure with everything. We agreed to meet up at 2 P.M. tomorrow to see her OB doctor for her first appointment. Luckily I have never met this physician in my practices locally!

I was in a good mood at the start of my night shift in the Emergency Department. A certified drug dealer is what I feel like most of the time, dropping pills on people who can’t cope with their life otherwise. Life is a struggle and pain and emotional unrest rule a lot of people’s lives. Some need pain medications more than others when they connect their pain, life’s failures, and emotional content all together. Tonight was no different. It turned out to be a heroic night of toads and trolls visiting the department. Some of our patients had medical records that extended pages, but yet that had no diagnosed medical problems but had uncontrolled pain and cryptic complaints. After extensive, multi-thousand dollar workups and a lot of radiation from Cat scans and x-rays, most left with a prescription for Percocet or Dilaudid. They key was to give enough so they don’t complain to administration, but not too much or else they will return a few days later looking for more! I do agree that some of the patients are ill, and I do find cancers and bad infections among my patients, but certain patients cloud my emotions when they constantly visit us week after week. One patient tonight had been seen a few hours ago for a runny nose and had been sitting in the waiting room for unknown reasons. She then decided to check in again on my shift to be seen for twitching in her right eye. She was a well-known ‘frequent-flier’ who had eighty visits this year alone. All I did was reassure her and discharged her again. She came back by ambulance in the morning complaining of a headache!

Another patient was an alcoholic who had multiple visits for ‘detox’ complaints. When I walked into the room, he was completely naked laying prostrate on the bed. Seeing that he wasn’t really interested to quit drinking, I gave him some Valium-type medicine and sent him on his way. He had visited us ten times this month alone. It’s getting cold, so the homeless patients who can’t get to the shelter in time or don’t want to go there are coming in by ambulance to be treated for various ailments or psychiatric diagnosis. Most say they are suicidal with a plan so they can get a bed in the ward. By three in the morning, most of my patients were drug overdoses, suicidal, schizoaffective, or just homeless. It is depressing. I don’t heal anyone, I just band-aid them day after day.

The one thing that caught my attention was one patient, John Stimmer (an alias) who seemed like a familiar face to me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He complained of back pain from a work-related injury. He seemed clean cut and was articulate, and he had paperwork regarding his back condition and a kidney ailment as well. He stated he needed prednisone for a herniated disc issue and a muscle relaxer as well for back pain, but also needed some pain medication to help him sleep at night. He said he was a lawyer involved in tax-related issues. He presented himself well and seemed legit – but after I had discharged him with a prescription for Oxycodone and Valium, I quickly learned from the registration staff that he had no valid identification and had given a fake social security number! He got free pain medications and the hospital wasn’t getting paid for that visit. I didn’t expect that from a seeming straight-shooter – I guess you can’t trust anyone! Generally most of the phone numbers we get on the charts for our patients are not their real numbers, so it’s hard to get in contact with them when a test result comes back positive. I guess no one wants to get a bill. I had tried to call back a few patients in the early morning regarding STD test and of course none of the phone numbers worked for them. What a pain!  I guess cheese balls come in as all types, even if they appear well-dressed and educated!

By 7 A.M., I was wiped out. One pot of coffee through the night and three thousand calories of junk food barely got me through my shift. I crashed quickly at home, knowing I had to get up early for Angela.

-T.C.

75 – New Homes New beginnings

So Cherise is excited to be moving out of her current place. Today we went and saw her new humble abode, in the basement of a middle-class, colonial-style house. The owners live upstairs and seem to be a nice family. They are very interactive people, and their kids seem to be quite excited to see new faces. Cherise has a very sweet demeanor with children….of course that made me suddenly remember my conundrum with Angela and my stomach began twisting inside. Cherise caught me staring off when she grabbed my hand to snap me back to reality. “See that room over there? I’m gonna do some crazy things to you when I move in here!” As she said that, she reached down my pants and started rubbing my cock briskly. We exchanged short, but sensuous kisses and then quickly went on about our business of sealing the deal with this new rental. Cherise presented the owners with a check for the downpayment and the “letter of recommendation” from her prior landlord (the letter she wrote and I signed) .

We left the new house an hour later, the deal sealed pretty much, with Cherise leaning heavily onto me as we walked along. “I wanna play with you…” Cherise spoke in her sexy voice. I couldn’t resist her tractor beam…

The sex seemed crazier than ever when we got back to her place. I practically ran out of energy between holding Cherise up against the edge of a couch while we had sex, to her demanding that I fuck her ass on the bed a few minutes later – I was wiped out. She kept yelling at me to go harder, faster, and cum inside her. I think my tank went to empty, or maybe the lack of alcohol and worries over Angela kinda shut me down a bit. The next thing that followed was an interrogation by Cherise about my poor performance just now. Obviously I couldn’t tell all regarding that, but it was insane how Cherise suddenly just exploded with energy once we got back. She was in the bathroom changing into lingerie for an extended period of time and showed up in the bedroom where I was watching “The Kardashians” when she walked to the doorway, and started sliding up and down the door jamb, riding it like a stripper’s pole. She is really athletic, and the lingerie highlighted every soft, delicate feature of her incredibly shaped body – not to mention the fact that she had perfectly soft skin – and I mean everywhere, because as muscular as she was, her hands, feet, and back felt like smooth silk. Irresistible! The one thing about her that intrigued me was her rapid mood changes, for one moment she could be introspective and quiet, and then minutes later, she would get wild and sex-frenzied!

Early dinner before a perfect dessert!

Early dinner before a perfect dessert!

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We ended the day with an early dinner and more dessert after, and I don’t mean the fattening kind. We extended our good times tonight when Cherise offered me a line of coke once again, to which we both indulged and partied the night away!

 

-T.C.

74 – Recovery

I awoke in the middle of the day in my bed laying in a pool of sweat. I am so stressed about everything. After I left Angela, I figured I could make everything work out just fine. Whatever happens to the baby happens, and I don’t have to marry her right now necessarily. Let time wage it’s chaos. I must say that time has created chaos in my life right now. I have procrastinated with my bills, and now I have major credit problems. Before I laid down to sleep, I ran through some of my stuff, and I don’t know where to get money from right now. I jumped out of bed and started pacing endlessly until it was time to go to work. I thought I would catch some sleep before work, but apparently not.

So I’m tired and foggy-headed now at work that I hope I don’t make a mistake. Six cups of coffee hasn’t done it, and I can’t sit without falling asleep. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to finish the shift. I called my friend, Tom, briefly to get some calming advice. When he heard my problem about being exhausted, he offered to bring me some Adderal, which I willingly accepted. An hour later, I am just fine and wide awake. Tom has been a life saver on several occasions for me. We had to reschedule a meet-up to talk about things because of my work schedule, and I am going to see Cherise tomorrow .

My patient population is the same as always. Bad behavior: drugs, alcohol, and mental issues or a combination. The results are predictable with there being an assault with injury, overdose, abdominal pain and headache, fall, or an motor vehicle accident occurring from the general impairment of the person. My star for the night was a 40-some year-old guy who comes in at 4 A.M. with a dissociated shoulder. He comes in every several days with the same and wears a house-arrest braclet on. He has no IV access because all of his veins have been burned out over the years by drug use, so it is a pain in the neck to get anything done on him. I usually cannot restore his shoulder, and he leaves against medical advice after a few shots of Dilaudid. Of course he is able to reduce his own shoulder because it is always in place in other visits that follow. What he really does is go out on the streets and seek drugs or cause some chaos, then he auto-dislocates his shoulder and comes in to be seen by ambulance. He lives nearby so it is convenient to catch an ambulance from wherever, and also he has an excuse for being out of the house as well! After he is done in the Emergency Department, he just walks home and has documentation proving where he was – in the Emergency Department! According to this guy, he killed a man many years ago. What a gentleman and scholar.

The shift went by quickly. I didn’t want to go home. I don’t want to sleep. Every day that passes is one day closer to the birth of my child. Scary. I laid down in my bed with my heart pounding and coming out of my mouth. I can’t stop thinking, and all I could do was roll around in the bed for about an hour before I finally fell asleep. I got about three hours before my alarm went off, as I had to load up the car to go to Cherise’s house. I kinda looked forward to an escape, and the drive was certainly therapeutic.

Cherise was absolutely enthralled to see me, as I was to see her. We hugged, kissed, rubbed, and …..An hour later, we were under her blue, soft sheets, laying naked on top each other. I had just pulled out moments earlier when her door was knocked on. Cherise looked panicked and said ‘Keep quiet…I’m sick of solicitors.” After a few knocks later, a pair of footsteps disappeared in the distance , and Cherise became more normal. That’s when Cherise began to talk to me of her need to move. She owed a lot of money in back-rent and had received eviction notices despite my help for her. Her problem was getting a new place, which required a letter from the current rental agent. Good luck with that. What came out of this was Cherise wrote a letter on a borrowed letterhead of her rental agent, in which she ‘highly recommended’ herself. Cherise had carefully signed the letter in the name of her current leasing agent and sent it to the new landlord. My phone number and email was used as a confirmation contact number, in case the new rental agent had any questions. The only thing Cherise needed now was $1500.00 for a down payment. That was a very painful check to write given my current financial situation. After I wrote it, I laid Cherise down on the bed again and plunged into her firm, rounded butt, taking pleasure until I came. Although she moaned in pain, she grinded against me with each thrust, knowing that I had saved her from eviction. That was make-up sex without a fight!

 

-T.C.

73 – The awakening

So what do I say? What do I do? My life flashed in front of my eyes – literally. Me? A father? ‘What about Sarah?’ is the first thing that came to my mind. I still loved her, and this was supposed to be what I had with her, not with Angela. Angela was beautiful and fun, but for some reason, I didn’t quite make the connection with her for a long-term thing. I wanted to explore, and I did. I have so many friends that seem to jump from bed to bed, so why can’t I do that without getting in a situation like this?

I stared at Angela, who started to cry. Then we slowly leaned in towards each other, and I reached around her and gave her a tight hug. Even my eyes were full of tears. What is next?

“What do we do?” Was her first question. Was there an option? Abortion? Adoption? Or maybe she could just have the child and I could be the part-time daddy if Angela and I don’t work out? No commitment then -This last idea struck me well. This way I would be a father and somehow have a connection to Angela, but not necessarily be committed to her. None of this makes sense. I just don’t want a commitment yet. “We’ll figure this out together over time,” I tried to soothe Angela.

Interesting, the next thing I knew, we were in her bedroom, having sex – but this time, I was filled with rage. Even though I was in physical ecstasy as I pressed her smooth, pink feet on my chest and pierced her, I started pounding her harder and harder, hoping to somehow spear the baby. Her knees slammed against her chest each time, but she seemed to get more and more into it with each powerful stroke. For those moments, I felt calm, but my anxieties exploded several hours later when I awakened next to a naked, pregnant Angela on the bed next to me. I stared at her perfect, sculpted body with her firm, rounded breasts laying squarely  on her chest, and I knew exactly how I ended up here, but that didn’t help calm me down about what was going to happen with the pregnancy. The funny thing is that I see this happen all the time in the Emergency Department among young couples who barely have a combined double digit I.Q and not even two coins to rub together, but yet they seem to make it…sort of.  Angela is about three months along and a lot could happen. Maybe she will miscarry..or maybe that only happens when people are trying to have the child? My answer, I think, is just to sit back and let things unfold. Whatever happens, happens…

 

-T.C.

72 – Angela speaks

I had to work today, and then Angela and I were going to meet up for dinner. It was a classic day for me in the Emergency Department, which was filled with the regular ‘frequent fliers’. I would love to get in their face and just tell them to get out of the department, but I’m certain that administration would side with them, even if I proved that they were drug-seeking or malingering. After all, if they have Medicaid or Medicaire from disability or have two cents to rub together, the hospital is more than willing to spend tax payer’s money on frivolous tests. Even these trolls can get sick from time to time, and I don’t want to be left without a chair when the music stops. A good friend of mine was just sued by a patient who had overdosed on Tylenol a few days earlier and didn’t tell him what she did. She had some forty visits in the past six months for numerous pain-related complaints and that particular  visit seemed like all the rest. Unfortunately, she was discharged and came back a few days later in liver failure and all sorts of complications. Was it his fault that she held back that crucial information? There seems to be no responsibility on the part of these patients. It is irritating to watch people lie to my face when I really know the truth! Anyway, besides suing him, they reported him to administration and the state board and plastered bad P.R all over Facebook pages and hospital websites. The patient was a troll, jumping from hospital to hospital and doctor shopping for narcotics and usually came in drunk to the Emergency Department in a combative state. She would scream, curse, and hit staff when she wasn’t spitting like an animal. She would claim that she had PTSD and Bipolar disorder as an excuse to act out in any inappropriate way she wanted. I just call that bad manners. I think she had received over fifteen head cat scans last year from falling down while in her drunken state. I’m certain she’s going to invest her payout wisely! I’m going to open a liquor store next to her house.

So my problem patient was an overweight diabetic woman with chest pain. She was in her forties and weighed about 450 pounds. When she would move on the gurney, I would stand back for fear that the whole thing would collapse. She reeked like smoke, which had permeated her food-stained clothing. As she tapped on her phone, texting away, she complained that she couldn’t control her diabetes and that she also had a headache. I had seen her eight times in one year personally, so I knew her well. She always threw in the ‘headache’ part so she could get a shot of pain medication, usually Dilaudid. She couldn’t have Ultram ( a non-narcotic medication) since it gave her ‘seizures’, and Motrin and NSAIDs were out due to anaphylaxis. I would love to put those allergies to the test, for I have never seen anyone have a reaction like that to those medicines, but that is typical of well-informed connoisseurs of health-care. It pays to be ‘sick.’ I did the usual treatments for her. Her blood pressure was out of control because she would skip a dose or two of her medicine and then come in, while her blood sugar rose as she missed her insulin and ate Mcdonald’s food prior to coming in to the department. Today her blood pressure was 230/120 and her blood sugar was 480 (which was her weight as well!) It was pointless to lecture to her, so I quickly treated her vital signs knowing this wasn’t health care but just disease management. Of course, it took us an hour to find an I.V. since she had burned out all of her veins from the thousands of visits over the years, leaving us with just a small vein in her great toe as our saving grace. It is a thankless job, and I knew I would see her in a few days again.

I was glad to get home tonight. Work drained me, but at least it paid the bills, which were pilling up exponentially. Between the money I lost with Melanie and the few thousand I had sent to Cherise recently, I was hurting badly. My credit score had dropped some 50 points recently.

Angela was going to be my relief tonight. I was excited to get over to her place and showered quickly in preparation for a fun night. So I drove to Angela’s and made a few quick calls to Cherise and Melanie. I made them brief, almost like a check-in on Facebook. By the way, I disabled my Facebook account because Angela was driving me nuts about her wanting me to change my relationship status as ‘in a relationship’ with her. I told her I had a friend who had been harassed by drug-seekers on Facebook,  and I didn’t want to go through what he did. She bought the excuse. In reality, Facebook is a great way to lose a job, as experienced by three staff members who posted a selfie with a patient and got reported by ‘Friends’ and subsequently were fired by administration for violating patient ‘privacy.’ I’ve seen a few relationships get fucked up by Facebook as well. It’s better not to post.

Angela was dressed in loose-fitting clothes when I came in and seemed a bit less excitable than usual. Of course we hugged and kissed, but that didn’t lead us to the bedroom immediately. I asked her if she wanted some wine that I had brought, to which she told me ‘no,’ a word she had used a lot lately when it came to any alcohol. I thought maybe she had just gone dry for health reasons, so I hadn’t asked her about it, but I popped the cork anyway and handed her a glass, which she never even sipped. We chatted for a bit as I went through the bottle, after all, it was a great tasting Bordeaux, and I didn’t want to waste any! I did the driving to the restaurant for dinner. If there is a God, he was definitely watching over me, because I got pulled over shortly after we left. I’m a bit drunk, but I don’t know how much – definitely near the edge. Luckily, the officer knew me and merely asked that Angela, whom he also knew, do the driving. “I’m certain she didn’t drink tonight with her condition,” is what the officer said. “Her condition?” I asked myself.

Angela is being moody tonight.

Angela is being moody tonight.

We finally got to the restaurant, and I was starved. Since Angela was doing the driving tonight, I ordered a few tequilas for myself to celebrate my near-miss DUI. Angela was quiet tonight. Not fun, not talkative, and very distant. Aloof. I figured it was some PMS thing. Periodically she would text to some random person on her phone. I began to wonder if I bored her or if she was going to break up with me. It took about another hour before she finally relaxed enough to engage in formal conversation with me.

Shrimp - I love them!

Shrimp – I love them!

It felt nice to be walking hand-in-hand later tonight when we began to wander back home. I realized then that she wasn’t breaking up with me ‘in her condition.’ We walked the long way back to the car in a slightly breezy but warm night. Angela stopped and stared at me at one point. I thought she was going to say something, but instead, she pulled me over to her and began kissing me. For some reason, she began crying while we kissed. She must really love me.

I pushed Angela back and looked her straight in her tear-filled eyes. We stood near a dimly-lit road light that reflected off her rounded cheeks, highlighting her softness. It seemed like forever until simultaneously we both said, ‘I love you,’ and we began kissing again and hugging like two entangled snakes in the wild. And yes, we did go wild, quickly heading back to her place, where I deprived her of her clothing, bit by bit and quickly had my way with her. She let me do everything to her tonight. It was beautiful.

We laid on the bed after, with her on her side, pressing her breasts into my arm. Periodically, she would softly kiss my neck with her lips and rub her small, perfect hands over my stomach and thighs. I had no more energy left to go back in her, even when she tried to elicit more action with her mouth! If only I could borrow future times for this moment. Then she started to talk gently.

“Babe, I’m glad that Blake broke you into the news when he pulled us over. I just didn’t know how I was going to start this whole conversation.” Angela proceeded on as I popped my head up off the pillow. “I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do.”

She began sobbing uncontrollably as I sank my head into my hands…..

-T.C.

71 – Back to Angela

We got home safely last night, and I stayed with Melanie until the morning. I wasn’t scheduled to work tonight, but I wanted some time for Angela, whom I had been texting with furiously over the past day. Angela is upset that I hadn’t been around much, and that’s understandable. She also keeps alluding to us needing to have a conversation. Ok…fine, I get it. She wants more of me maybe? Anyway, Melanie and I had one more go of it together this morning. Again, it was unprotected sex because I didn’t have a condom, and she feels so damn good I can’t resist it. I skirted the question of whether she had anything I needed to know about, and of course she said ‘no.’ For some reason I decided to blow off the HIV thing since she was Sarah’s sister, and I’m certain she wouldn’t throw me under the bus and give me a disease as well.

I had a lot to take care of back at home. Bills had piled up, and I needed to get the leaves off the yard and get my shifts at work together. I needed money real bad. In the midst of all this, I ran across a picture of Sarah in one of my folders. She had written on the back of the photo, “I love you always.” I remember the card she gave it to me in, and the feelings that went with it. I know I betrayed her, and I missed her dearly. I began to pick up the phone to call her, but at the last digit, I held back. What about Melanie and everyone else? I’m not ready for that commitment yet, in spite of the overwhelming calm that Sarah provided for my life.

Angela and I are meeting up for dinner tonight. I must say I was getting excited about seeing her. I haven’t texted Melanie all day since I left her naked on the couch. I feel a bit distant from her at the moment. It’s been several days since I’ve seen Angela, so I cleaned up and drove over to her place in a rush. When she opened the door, she quickly jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. We began to kiss fervently as I reached around her waist and slid my hands up her back. I can’t believe the woody I got for her as we rubbed together, and likewise, Angela was pressed totally on me. It wasn’t but a moment later that we ended up in the bedroom for our appetizer of sex. Actually, I completed it orally with her since she didn’t want to get all messy before we went out to eat. I was fine with that as I laid her head down on her pillows and rammed myself into her mouth….

Dinner at the Gumps with Angela

Dinner at the Gumps with Angela

The rest of the evening went quite well, or should I say, patterned, with the usual obligatory hand-holding and occasional kissing. It was enjoyable, but I got a bit upset that two of my credit cards were over their limit and wouldn’t go through. More stress. I need to win the lottery.

 

-T.C.

 

70 – Bad Boy

My heart is pounding as we drive home in silence. My own personal silence because Melanie couldn’t stop talking. Periodically she would ask me if I was ok, to which I would just tell her that I was a bit tired and deep in thought. Here is the catch to all this. So Melanie says, “Let me take your mind off things,” and slides her foot over to the driver,s side and starts rubbing me with her foot. Of course I still can’t control myself and find myself pulling over at a secluded beach on the way home, where we proceeded to go for a ‘walk.’ Luckily the area was in an off the beaten path location, so we set down a blanket where we proceeded to kiss and rub on each other. I rolled her over on her stomach and slid her bikini down from under her cover-skirt and pushed myself into her butt, holding down her neck so she couldn’t move. As she struggled against me, I felt so angry at everything that I knew I was taking it out on her with each thrust in her. Despite the wind and the ocean breaking, I could hear the slapping of me against her, each time with the frothy sounds of sex, violently played out. Melanie loved each movement, each touch, and each kiss, arching her back and clasping my hand as I continued in her until I finished. I think I laid on top her for a good thirty minutes after that, kicking myself for not having any restraint. After all, she was the one with the anti-HIV medicine in her purse, and here I am, no condom, having just came in her butt. But why wouldn’t she warn me? WTF? What’s wrong with me?

Nothing like an isolated beach to let the magic happen!

Nothing like an isolated beach to let the magic happen!

I wanted to talk to someone. I texted a good friend of mine, Tom, while we continued our drive and told him about the situation. He was level headed, and I trust his judgement. His take on it was to not worry because even if Melanie had AIDS, the chance of me getting it was fairly low, but I needed to use protection with her from here on out. I felt better- even knowing that as a doctor. Ok, no more transgressions – my last escapade is now justified, and I seemed to be able to talk again with Melanie. I’m certain I didn’t get anything form her….I think…

A beautiful sunset over the water as we drove home!

A beautiful sunset over the water as we drove home!

We made one stop along the way at a gas station to get some gas and take a pit stop. It seemed that Melanie still wanted to party. She invited me into the Lady’s room, where she locked the door after dragging me in and offered me a line of coke after she did one. I don’t know what the pull to it was, but I did a line with her, and moments after pulling my hair out fraom the huge rush, I found myself leaning her over the sink and fucking her again. I loved looking down at her perfectly sculpted legs and feet, painted toes curling into her flip-flops with each thrust….Bad boy! 🙂

The best gas stop ever!

The best gas stop ever!

 

-T.C.

69 – Scared

Melanie had a headache by this morning. She did pretty well initially, but she moaned later in the morning. Maybe mixing the alcohol and Percocet wasn’t such a great idea in the end. Yes, it did get me laid with her. I was a bad boy with her last night when I made her stitches bleed a bit while I pulled on her hair during sex, but something about the arch on her back was too irresistible to not be plunging myself deep into her butt! She arched her back with each thrust, which made me pull her hair harder as she lifted her face off the pillow. It’s amazing that there isn’t a single blemish on that girl’s angelic body! After I filled her up with my high octane, she immediately fell asleep. I, however, was wide awake. I watched the lamp light shine off Melanie’s back as she laid asleep and watched her breath silently. My mind began to wander and race. Where is Sarah? What does Melanie think about all of this? And why is Angela texting me and calling me constantly? Oh yes, I need to send some more money to Cherise. She texted me telling me she wanted to move out but needed a reference for the next rental. She was behind in her payments again and couldn’t afford that rent. How much money is in my checking account and when is my next paycheck? I really needed money after all the trips I’ve taken and time I’ve spent with my various women! Dinner and time off are expensive, and I already was late with my mortgage. Then I remembered the money I had missing. I looked at Melanie, innocently sleeping on the bed, drunk and drugged. The bed sheets around her were a bit bloody from all of the anal sex that we had. I was surprised she wanted it that way so much despite her apparent pain,  but I’m not complaining because I really enjoyed it with her! So, back to my question about Melanie….did she take my money or was it the maid?

I couldn’t help myself, so I poked around in Melanie’s purse. I saw a few pill bottles, one of which was her Perocet. Then, there was some Valium in there as well. I shook each bottle a bit as I went along without fear of awakening Melanie. Also, there was Prozac and Lithium….I guess she is a bit manic and depressed? I never would have guessed. Then I noticed another bottle that read Truvada. My jaw dropped in the midst of my intoxicated state. Did she have HIV? I couldn’t believe it. I panicked. I couldn’t imagine getting AIDS and never being able to go back to Sarah or for that matter, any semblance of a normal life! I felt doomed. I looked over at Melanie’s naked body. We had exchanged a lot of different body fluids recently, and we even had sex on her period. Yes – we went down on each other and I was drunk each time. It was dark in the room, of course…

After a long minute, I tried to imagine the pill bottle being for something else and moved on to her wallet. There was a lot of cash in there. My guess was it wasn’t all hers….

Nothing like tanning at the beach!

Nothing like tanning at the beach!

No winds, warm weather. Perfect in most ways!

No winds, warm weather. Perfect in most ways!

-T.C.

 

68 – Fall from grace

It must have been 12 noon.. No…wait, it was 2 P.M., when we started to get up. What a headache I had. I could barely move. I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling fan rocking back and forth for at least thirty minutes. Even that seemed entertaining. Melanie laid next to me, face down, exposing her incredibly firm butt, which I had explored thoroughly during our crazy sex-filled night. She was sound asleep still. I decided to get up and start moving, but I noticed my legs felt like spaghetti under me as I stood, wobbling from side-to-side. I was so dehydrated that I drank a gallon of water before I went over to the shower. Then I stopped. I noticed immediately that my wallet was out of place, wide open on my pants. All of my cash was missing, some $750.00. I panicked. Yes, I am a doctor, but it takes a long time for me to make that money and at high risk with long hours. I looked over at Melanie, who lay still on the bed. Did she take it? I couldn’t believe it if that happened. There was nothing to do at this point. I sulked a bit over the money, but I still managed to stumble into the shower. Moments later, Melanie stumbled into the bathroom door as I showered and fell over, hitting her head on the toilet. Blood splattered everywhere, and she was out cold with a gash on the forehead. I stared at her naked body in disbelief as I watched her arm twitching.

It took forever for EMS to get to the room. There was a crowd of people watching as they carried Melanie out on the stretcher, her head now bandaged, but blood was still draining through. She woke up a few minutes after she fell and kept asking me ‘what happened?’ Each time I tried to explain to her, she would ask again. As I tried to dial 911, I kept getting interrupted by calls from Angela, who had sent me numerous text messages all night.  By the time EMS arrived, I was holding pressure on Melanie’s scalp, which had been split open from the fall, as I texted Angla back with the other hand. Melanie wouldn’t stop crying and was all emotional about everything in the world. In essence, she was delirious.

The EMS guys were nice enough to let me ride with her to the hospital. I gave them the wrong name and information for Melanie. Yes, her name is Rhonda Mitchell…Her date of birth is 1/28/88. I used an old address of a friend as hers and said that she couldn’t find her ID from last night. By this time, Melanie had gotten the gist of the conversation and kept quiet, ultimately getting registered by a nice elderly lady under the name of Rhonda. Yes, I used an old girlfriend’s information, but I used a different friend’s old address. That way I could keep everything straight in my mind.

Melanie suffered like a champ as the P.A. sutured her scalp. We had some great conversations together about the local beach and life in the E.D here. After an hour and a half, Melanie, or should I say, Rhonda, got a CT of her head, yellow hospital socks, scrubs, a food bag, Dilaudid, sutures, and a prescription for twenty Percocet all for free. We walked out immediately after the suturing was completed and the prescriptions handed to us. The staff was even nice enough to give us a cab voucher to our hotel. I guess they felt sorry for Melanie ( I mean Rhonda). I slipped a few times in conversation, using Melanie’s name when I meant to say Rhonda. Even so, everything went smoothly at no cost to us.

We finally made it to the beach. A bit tired, but excited!

We finally made it to the beach. A bit tired, but excited!

Sunset at the beach was quite a sight. I brought some wine as we hung out on a comfy blanket.

Sunset at the beach was quite a sight. We drank a fantastic Italian red wine as we hung out on a comfy blanket.

What a day. At least the late afternoon and evening were a treat. At least for tonight, nothing turned off Melanie’s sexual needs, nor mine!

-T.C.