Found Pt. 06

Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story.

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Chapter 20 -- On the Boat

In the morning, we wake up early. We shower. Six rooms and six of us, we all get a nice hot, uninterrupted shower. Everyone had a slight hangover and are sore from so much raw sex. Don and Sara naturally wanted to help make breakfast, but Patty will have none of that. The kitchen is too small, Don gave up. Sara was more insistent, she helped cut up vegetables for the omelets. Sara, Phoebe, Julia, and I get baked omelets while the others get pan-fried. Her potatoes are to die for. Crunchy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. She uses New York breakfast sausage; it has more punch than typical store-bought does.

We have a great breakfast, and then we help set up Julia in the formal living room where she will have space, access to a sink, some privacy, and away from the sun. Lighting is okay in there, and she can yell for next. I am first, followed by Sara and Phoebe. We have a nice lunch, and then Bill, Anthony, and Don follow. We had enough sex last night; the massages go well. She is slower due to being worn out. It would be worse, but as I requested, no happy endings. She is magical, like always. Everyone is abuzz about Julia's expertise with her hands.

When she finishes with Don, she notices that we are far from shore still. She expected to be walking off the boat soon. I grab her by the hand and lead her back into the room. Everyone wore trunks or bikini's today. Julia is no exception, she looks confused.

I command her, "Up, on the table, face down."

She tries to deny me, it's cute.

Julia, "Um, no. You don't know what to do. You will hurt me. No, no, no!"

I smile at her, "Oh, come on. You are beat. Look at you. You can barely stand up. You had a rough night and worked all day; YOU need a massage. Unfortunately, the best person for the job is unavailable for you. You have done me dozens of times. I think I know the pattern. I will have to adjust the pressure to your liking, I don't want to be too rough or too soft. Now get up there, or I will throw you up there."

She relents. She removes her top and gets up on the table. I use some of her oil, one she never uses on me. I have already checked the smell of each, and this is the one I selected for her. I pour some in my hands and then rub my hands together to warm the oil. I go through the pattern that she uses. More pressure on deep tissue and muscles and less on leaner parts of the body like face, neck, and joints.

She never said a word to praise or scold me. I was hoping for some feedback to see if I was doing ok. I am just guessing here and going by my memory of what she does to me. I have no idea if you do women differently. Naturally, as my hands are near her thighs, my fingers barely touch her pussy lips. I can see she is getting excited. I move my hands away. When she calms down, I feel them again. She giggles, and I see her whole body move as she does. I have her turn over.

I get more oil again, I do this a lot, and I oil up the top half of her body. I am generous with my time as I help work the stiffness out of her muscles. When I am near her breasts, they get a lot of attention. My body is reaching her full length, and as I move up her body or back down, my tongue reaches out and licks a nipple. That drives her wild. Her body constricts.

I admonish my client, "I need you to stay still if you want me to work out your stress. Please DON'T move."

Julia looks at me with piercing eyes, "Next time is going to be hell for you." She smiles.

I reply, "The way you tease me, every time is hell for me."

After I finish her breasts, I move down to her stomach and legs. I give her feet special attention. She doesn't do this for me. I am doing this because she spent all day giving massages to me and my best friends and lovers. With dancing in heels last night and on her feet all day, they must be killing her. She often moans as my fingers glide around her toes and caress the bottom of her feet and ankles. She looks to be in heaven. I spend more time than necessary there before moving up her legs.

I know her cunt is sore; however, I can still rub her thighs near her pussy and stimulate her. I am very successful. She left her bikini bottom on, there must be a reason, I honor her request.

When I am done, I give her a quick kiss on the lips and announce that dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Sara and I did some fishing this afternoon and caught some grouper we will eat for dinner. No great sailfish or tuna. They were still fun to catch, they put up a good fight for their size. With Sara's first time, it was perfect.

I have just finished the massage, I wash my hands, and I find Julia crying and sitting on her table. I stand in front of her, and she buries her head into my chest. She continues to cry. Phoebe and Bill are fishing now. Sara comes in, wondering why Julia is crying.

Sara looks at me, "What did you do to her?"

I look at Sara, shrug my shoulders.

Julia laughs while still crying in my arms and says, "Steve just gave me a perfect massage on his first try. It was perfect. It was beautiful. I never thought of massaging woman's feet. He remembered me wearing heels last night and I've been on my feet all day. Yes, they were killing me. He spent twenty minutes making them feel oh, so wonderful. His fingers used just the right amount of force. I have had hundreds of massages. It's partially how you learn. I've had some good ones, he was awesome. If that's what I do to people, no wonder they like me so much. Since you taught me something, the student has become the master."

I laugh at her, "You have had some bad massages then, I'm not that great. I just tried to follow you. If anything, you just enjoyed the same massage you give others ... other than the feet. I'll take credit for that. I did remember you being in high heels last night."

Sara gets up on the table, sitting up with her legs and calf's hanging off the end of the table.

She says to us, "Let's see what you two are made of. I had high heels on last night. My feet hurt like hell. Make me feel better."

We oil up and each start massaging a foot. Sara loves it immediately.

Julia asks me, "I noticed you choose lilac for me. I wouldn't have used that. What made you pick that scent?"

I reply, "It's your personality. You are outgoing yet very feminine. Lilac has a fruity smell that is sweet and flowery. The type of oil was also important. Some are thick, and some are very thin. I wanted a thin one that would slide better. I didn't want to work as hard and tire out. If it were cold in here, I would have used a thicker oil as it would have forced me to work harder. It would have been warmer."

When we finish, Julia asks, "Who was better?"

Sara was brutally honest, "You were. I enjoyed his firmer handling of my muscles, which felt better. There was a big difference in strength he used. Your firmness of touch didn't range as much. However, your contact is better. Steve is inexperienced, he used one steady pressure for an entire muscle. You are like a singer or musician. A singer holds a note, but with a slight flutter to accentuate the note.

"A musician doesn't just hold a finger on a string; they twist the finger to slightly change the note making it more interesting. That is what you do when you massage. You change your firmness as you massage. That's why you are special. I didn't notice it until you two were side by side. Your experience and skill show. I was amazed at how well he did. I expected a man with no experience to be a total hack. He wasn't. Even more interesting is you never showed him how to do feet, he made it up as he went. I bet some of that was based on what he learned from you. Still, both were great, you're just better."

Julia is floored, her mouth is open, "That's the most amazing observation. People have tried to tell me how and why I'm better and can't. Hearing you say that, yes, that is exactly what I do even if it isn't intentional."

Julia rushes Sara and hugs her tight, "Thanks for that insight. I will incorporate what I learned about his strength and feet massages to get even better. Thank you so much."

I break up the lovefest, "Time for dinner. Baked, fried, pan-seared and boiled flounder tonight. Patty had fun this afternoon preparing dinner. We'll be in the large formal dining room with the staff. Let's go, girls."

Chapter 21 - Graduation

Two years have passed. I am at graduation for The Twenty from college. I am sitting next to mom in a football stadium. Dad passed a few weeks after my trip with Sara and Phoebe. Sara and I have been married for a year. She is pregnant with our first child and is eight months along. Mom is beaming with pride. She has an apartment near us, and we have dinner frequently. She has a boyfriend, I don't see much of him. I can live with that.

I go nuts when each of The Twenty crosses the stage. Mom and I go crazy for Phoebe. Mom is embarrassed to be near me. I don't give a damn. Everyone funnels out one end of the stadium. Don and Anthony pull members of The Twenty and their families out of line to join me. It's a sweltering day, we serve iced tea and lemon aid. I wait until all twenty are present.

I stand amongst them and yell, "Congratulations on graduating. I know you are all pressed for time, so I will keep this short. I'm proud of you all for the work that you put in. I have known you all a long time, and I hope that I have helped in a small way. I assure you all that you made a profound change in my life. When I go fishing, it's with a pole and in the boat. When I go hiking, I stay away from cold and danger.

"For helping me see the errors of my ways and saving me, I have a small present for each of you. They are all the same, it doesn't matter what basket you take. Trust me on this, DON'T throw away the envelope. It will help make starting out in life a bit easier. This is goodbye for all of you but my sister Phoebe. I will stop bugging you and showing up in your life. I promised to do this, and I have. Please grab a basket, and you are free to go. Thank you."

Anthony and Don hand out the baskets. These are large laundry baskets chock full of presents that were hand-wrapped by my staff and me. It took a long time to wrap everything. I get a hug and a kiss from everyone.

Jenny is in tears, and she whispers in my ear, "I am glad you stopped Groundhog Day. I hear Sara is awesome. I am happy for you. Thank you for everything." Now she is gone.

Later, Beth catches me, and she too is in tears and whispers in my ear, "I'm happy for you and Sara. I miss you. Maybe if I am ever in New York, we can catch up some time."

I whisper back, "That would be nice. Have a great life."

I noticed that every girl gave Sara a big hug, and they have a short conversation. Sara is the bottleneck to let them go. They all stand in line to talk to her. I give them privacy, she will tell me later.

I gave them all $10,000, a laptop, monitor, docking station, portable printer, portable scanner, Android phone, Android tablet, and a backpack to set them up with technology. They also get a new pink jersey to replace the one that most of them have worn out, and a photo album of the twenty that they all contributed to. I kept a twenty-first for myself. They are prepared for a lot now.

I have twenty thank you emails by the time I got home.

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In the following year, Daniel was born. Mom and Phoebe come over every Friday and Saturday night for dinner. Phoebe stays overnight. Both mom and Phoebe help with baby-sitting. Phoebe has a good-paying job. She lives in one of my buildings for free, as does mom. I bought the building, so they can be close to me. Any troubles, and I can fix it for them. Their neighborhood has a low crime rate.

Life is cruising along. My family is healthy, my son is smart and robust. We vacation often, and life is incredible. Sara is unbelievable in the bedroom. We experiment a lot. When Phoebe is over, we either role play or use her as a slave. Humiliation is often a large part of that. Public exposure or humiliation is her special treat. Personally, I don't get it at all. She gets off on it big time. Because of that, I try to be the best master I can. When I falter, Sara has my back. She loves being dominant. At least once a night, I stumble. If only I could try harder. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Chapter 22 - Beth

October 9th, 7:12 PM

I am giving my son, Daniel, a bath in the tub. Sara is sitting on the floor next to me. This is a common thing to do at night before bedtime. I hear the doorbell ring. It's a Wednesday, I don't care who is at the door.

I soon hear Bill's booming drill sergeant voice call up the stairs, "STEVE! GET DOWN HERE QUICK!"

Yikes, this sounds urgent. I am scared, Bill never sounds like that.

I pick up my son, hand him to Sara, "Stay up here, hide in a closet until we come to get you. Hurry!"

I quickly run down the stairs, I don't see anyone, I am cautious, something is wrong. I move quickly but silently through the house. I see two people in the living room sitting down. One is Bill, and he is hugging the other person. They have a single suitcase. Oh shit, this is bad.

I walk into the living room with Anthony and Don close behind me. I find Beth sitting on a chair, she looks to be six months pregnant. That isn't the most startling part. Her face is bruised and swollen, she looks skinny and exhausted.

I bark out commands, "Anthony, get your coat, call Phoebe for the address. Bill, go upstairs and tell Sara the coast is clear and then have her come down. Don, get an ambulance here immediately. I am getting some ice, be right back."

We have ice packs, I found them near the first aid kit. I punch it to instantly get a cold pack. I grab the paper towels and run back. I quickly apply the ice. It's been a day or two, this may not help, but I did something to try and make things better. Beth tries to talk. I shush her.

With anger in my voice, I try to be calm, "Take it easy. You need help, and it's on the way. Sleep if you can, things will get better."

Bill, Sara, and Daniel come done, and Sara is horrified.

I tell Sara, "I'll be out late tonight helping. I want Daniel to get his normal sleep. Beth will be fine in time. We're going to the hospital. Have mom or Phoebe stop by and take care of Daniel. Then come to the hospital when you can. I need you to stop me from ordering her husband killed." I smile at her.

Sara looked relieved at my smile. The cops show up and want to arrest me. They think I did this. Beth can't talk, it seems she has a broken jaw. I have the paramedics look at the bruises, and I show them they're one to two days old. She showed up twenty minutes ago, an old friend, I immediately called the ambulance. Meet us at the hospital, I will answer all your questions there. They listen to me.

They start her on fluids, and we are off to the hospital quickly. In the ambulance, I hold her hand, and they check her body and find a ton of bruises. We are all in shock. As soon as we show up at the hospital, they whisk her away. They need medical info. Between Phoebe and Bill, we get all the family members we know of, and the hospital gets the info they need. Anthony now also has the info he needs.

The doctor comes out to see me as I am the only concerned person around.

Dr, "She has a broken jaw, she hasn't been eating much. She has lost a lot of weight. She was kicked and punched repeatedly. We think she has a concussion. She is confused and won't communicate or respond to us. Her child is in danger, I don't think the odds are good, especially at the county hospital."

I am mad, "County, that place is a shit hole. She stays here."

Dr, "Sorry, it's out of my hands. She doesn't have insurance."

I am still mad. Now want to hurt the Doctor, so I say, "I am a friend and ex-lover. She means a lot to me still. She has the best insurance in the state, a billionaire friend. Where do I sign so we can help her? The only thing you need to worry about is helping Beth. If you aren't the best, then I will get that person here. Do we understand each other?"

The doctor's attitude changes a lot, "We have experts here that can help. It will take time, and she could still lose the child. If that were my wife, she would be here. The people I pick will be the best. We don't have some of the latest equipment, would you mind helping?"

I look him in the eyes, "Get it here tomorrow."

The doctor continues, "There is a special machine for reconstructing jaws. I have wanted one for a long time. I have a friend at St Joseph's that is one of the top surgeons in the country for jaw reconstruction. I'll get him here. We will do everything we can."

I thank the doctor, and he is back to work with a smile on his face.

Sara hugs me from behind, "She says to me, you still love her, don't you?"

Oh crap, danger, danger. This could get ugly.

I try to break the tension, "I hate you sometimes." She gives me a bewildered look. "Three years ago, you called this. You said Jenny or Beth would be back. I just expected her in one piece. You didn't tell me it would be like this."

I am half laughing and half crying. She knows I am right, she did call it, and she can also see the pain in my face.

I look her in her eyes, "Nobody will ever replace you. Yes, I admit that I still love her and Jenny. I love my mom too. Ok, you're right, that's not the same. You are the number one thing in my life. Daniel is number two, and Phoebe is number three. Beth is somewhere in the next few spots. You are and will always be my number one. Thank you for coming." I hug her hard.

I fill her in on what happened and what I saw. Sara reminded me to get her parents here. They will stay with us. After Anthony lands, my plane will pick up her parents, who do not seem to be in shock. I see them early afternoon the following day, no, later today, it's after midnight. Soon after they show up, I get a call from Anthony.

I hand my phone to Sara and say, "Listen to him and make the decision. You are the only one here with a level head. I trust your decision."

Sara picks up the phone, and I hear, "Hi Anthony, he handed me the phone. What do you want to ask? What are the choices? What are the risks? She has a broken jaw, bruises over 75% of her body, she has been starved, the baby may not survive, and she has a concussion and memory loss. I agree, do it. Thank you."

Sara hands me back my phone, "Do you want to know?"

I smile at her, the first in a long time, "No, I trust you to do the right thing. Right now, I don't trust me."

I hug her tight.

Beth's mother says, "Well, that's a breath of fresh air. A man that listens to his wife or daughter."

I am NOT touching that. I sit down on the couch in the room. Sara takes one side of me, and Beth's mom, Ginger, takes the other. She turns to me and holds me as she cries on my shirt. Beth's father looks sad and lost standing by himself. He must be dying inside.

A nurse comes in, "Steve? She is asking for you. Come with me, please."

The cute nurse smiles at me, and I follow as she quickly walks to an ICU room. She points me inside. There are tubes and IV's running in her. There is a big bandage around her face and a thing to keep her from moving. She has a pen and paper.

She writes a question mark on the paper.

I ask, "Have they told you anything?"

She writes, "No."

I tell her, "Your parents are here. Would you rather talk to them?"

She underlines, "No."

I take a deep breath, "You're in a great hospital with the best nurses and doctors. They brought in a specialist and a new machine to fix your jaw. You got beat up good, you had a concussion, and you might have some memory loss. Your diet has been ... bad, they are quickly fixing that. You lost weight, it's not healthy for you or the baby. Your baby is in jeopardy." Her eyes are swelling up with tears. "Again, we have the best people here to ensure you keep the baby. So far, things are positive, I just can't guarantee anything. I like the odds, though. Your parents have issues, I will try to help there. They are staying with me. Sara knows about us and is ok, she even predicted you would be back."