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A New Life for Dr. Mitchel

By: Fat_Dad



Marshall Mitchel's blue Ford F250 SD coasted down the off ramp from the interstate. After three days of driving, with an empty flatbed car hauler, Marshall was tired of sitting. The truck was not uncomfortable, but the twelve hour plus days were taking their toll, and Marsh was enduring a serious case of TB. (Tired butt) He was looking forward to a nice hot shower, some real food, and a good night's sleep. Marsh eased the truck to a stop at the end of the ramp, and then turned left. It was only a few hundred yards to the Best Western, and there was room to park the rig in front of the office.

Marsh opened the truck door and unwound his stiff knees slowly. "Watch the truck, Wolf," Marsh said as he stepped away. "I'll be back in a few minutes." The seventy pound German Shepard/wolf mix dog let out a low whine in response to hearing his partner speak to him. 

Marshall Mitchel and Wolf had been constant companions for the last three years. Marsh was convinced that his canine companion understood English as well as or better than a lot of the people he ran into. Marsh had rescued Wolf from a cabin in the San Bernardino Mountain Wilderness, after a fast moving fire tore through the forest. Wolf was the only survivor of a litter of four pups, whose mother had also been killed by the smoke. Marsh had gone out to check on the old miner that lived in the cabin, and when he got to the remains of the old structure, the old-timers truck was gone, and the puppy was the only live being around. Marsh carried the pup back to his own cabin, and took care of the minor burn that was on the puppy's left front paw. They kept each other company from that day on.

As Marsh walked through the front doors of the Best Western, a pleasant looking woman stepped to the counter, and asked, "May I help you?" 

Marsh did a quick assessment, and guessed the woman to be in her late thirties or early forties. She appeared to be about five feet six inches tall, around one hundred thirty pounds, and really easy on the eyes. Her name tag said her name was Trish.

"I hope you can." Marsh replied. "I hope you are holding a reservation in the name of Mitchel."

After a couple of mouse clicks on her computer, Trish smiled and replied, "Oh yes Dr. Mitchel, You're booked for three nights, in our king suite, with a possibility of an open ended stay."

"Easy with that formal name calling, Trish. I hope we can be friends for at least a few days, and my friends call me Marsh. I have a service dog with me, is that going to be a problem?"

"No problem at all, Marsh. There's a flat $25.00 cleaning fee, for any pets." Trish smiled at Marsh. "Do you want to leave the charges on the card you used for the reservation?"

"Sure do." Marsh smiled back. 

"How many key cards would you like?"

"Well now," Marsh grinned, "Wolf's a pretty smart dog, and all, but he still makes me open most of the doors we go through. I think I'll only be able to use one at a time."

Trish slid the registration form in front of Marsh, and asked him to fill out the vehicle identification information, and sign the bottom of the form. As she handed the key card to Marsh, Trish added, "If you need anything, just call the desk here, and I'll take care of you." Marsh liked her smile.

Marsh walked back towards the front doors, and stopped to get one of the luggage carts. He wheeled the cart to the truck, opened the doors on the driver's side, and took out his suit case, his hanging clothing bag, and his laptop case. "Wolf you're with me this time." Marsh smiled at the dog, Wolf came out of the truck, and sat on Marsh's left side.

Marsh pushed the luggage cart into the lobby with his companion at his side. Wolf was used to staying at Marsh's left side unless directed to do something else. 

Marsh smiled at Trish as he and Marsh walked through the lobby. "I'll move the truck and trailer to the big lot in back after I get settled." 

"No hurry," Trish replied, "There's plenty of room for anyone else to get by."

The lock clicked as Marsh slid the key card out of it, Marsh pushed the door open, and pushed the luggage cart inside the room. Wolf followed just behind Marsh, and Marsh told him to make himself comfortable. The dog looked around the living room of the suite, and lay down in front of the sofa. Marsh pushed the luggage toward the bedroom, stopping to place the computer on the desk in the living room. The suitcase went to the small stand in the closet, and the suit bag was hung on the closet rod. The cart was empty, and Marsh pushed it out into the hall, for the hotel staff to take back to the lobby.

Marshall opened his suitcase and took out the clean underwear and socks. He opened the hanging bag and took his shirts and slacks out to let them relax, then took his toiletries to the bathroom, Placing his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, on the shelf in the shower, and tooth brush and tooth paste by the sink. Looking around the suite, Marsh was satisfied that he could live like this for a few days, and sat down on the end of the king sized bed. He called Wolf, and patted the bed next to himself. Wolf easily hopped on the bed, and parked himself next to his best friend. Marsh draped his arm over the contented dog, and allowed himself to doze into a light nap.

Marsh drifted back into consciousness about an hour later, glanced around the room to get his bearings, then stretched and sat up. Wolf stretched and hopped down to the floor. After another slow stretch and a huge yawn, Wolf sat down at the end of the bed and watched Marsh. "Make yourself comfortable big boy, I'm gonna take a quick shower." Marsh stood up, pulled his shirt up and over his head, kicked his shoes off toward the closet, sat back down to remove his socks, then stood back up and dropped his jeans and briefs in one motion. The briefs got tossed to the open closet, and the jeans Marsh laid over the back of the chair beside the bed. 

Marsh glanced at his own image in the mirror as he turned and walked into the large bathroom. He saw a tall, trim, athletic, but tired form looking back at him. At six foot three inches tall, two hundred fifteen pounds, Marshall Mitchel could be an imposing site. Thanks to the constant hiking and working out he had been doing for three years, Marsh didn't have an ounce of extra fat on his powerful frame. He'd learned to move like one of the animals in the forest, without wasting any unnecessary energy. 

Marsh turned on just the cold water and stepped into the shower, backed under the spray, tipped his head back, and let the cool water run down his body. After a few minutes of just absorbing the calm of the cascading water Marsh picked up the body wash and a wash cloth and proceeded to lather his face, neck and ears. Marshall's mother had taught him that priority as a child, and he still started his shower the same way, always. Some shampoo through his long brown hair, followed by a bit of conditioner, and then a good scrub of the lower parts of his body had Marsh feeling refreshed. When the soap and shampoo was all rinsed off, Marsh turned off the water and grabbed a towel. 

As the plush terry cloth towel absorbed the moisture from Marshall's body, he felt a bit of an emotional tug inside, he and Becky used to dry each other after showering together most of the time. 

It had been almost four years since the accident that took Marshall's wife and seven year old daughter. The drunk at the wheel of the ten wheeled dump truck had blown through the red light without so much as touching the brakes. Becky and Elise had died instantly and the dump truck driver had walked away from the scene and into the bar on the corner.

Yes, the driver was arrested, and spent a few months in jail. The insurance company for the trucking company and the trucking company itself had paid through the nose, and as far as money was concerned Marshall would never need to work again, if he chose not to. None of that would bring back the two loves of Marshall's life.

Dr. Marshall Mitchel had been in the emergency room working a normal shift, when the ED Medicine Chief had come into the nurse's station. "Marsh, you are off duty, as of NOW." Dr. Green was his friend, and by the way Tom had made his statement Marsh knew something was bad wrong. "You have two current patients, right?" 

"Yes, that's right Tom, and Lisa has three." 

"Give Lisa a quick report, and come with me." Tom had said.

After briefing Dr. Lisa Cummings for a few minutes about the condition of the patients he was treating, Marsh walked with Dr. Tom Green, to the ED Physicians lounge.

"OK Tom," Marsh started, when the lounge door closed. "What going on? Whatever somebody said I did, they were wrong. I didn't do anything you can fire me for like this." 

"Sit down, Marsh." Tom was way too serious, and Marsh was starting to worry.

"Marsh, I just got a call from Dr. Aitkins at the trauma center. Becky and Elise were taken there, and the Trauma Team couldn't revive them. I have Ruthie on her way over here to take you to the center, and I want your car keys. Ruthie will stay there with you till I get another doc to take your place here, then I'll be there, too." 

Marsh and Tom had graduated one year apart from the same medical school, and had done their Emergency Medicine Residency together at the same trauma center. Tom had gotten the Chief's position at the smaller hospital a few miles from the trauma center, and had hired Marsh before he even finished his residency

In the quiet hotel bathroom Marsh thought back to the life he had, that had so suddenly been yanked out from under him.

In the almost four years since that day, Marsh had not been back in a hospital. After the funerals, and the seemingly endless paperwork were behind him, Marsh had moved up in the mountains, to the cabin on forty acres of forest land. He spent his days running in the forest, chopping wood, lifting weights, and restoring his old '57 Chevy.

Now at thirty six years old he was in the best shape he had ever been in. He had kept up with the continuing education needed to keep his medical license current, and had recently been going down the mountain, to show the '57.

He'd met James Turner at one of the shows. Jimmy was another car show participant who had been parked next to Marsh at the show in Palm Springs, last winter. After getting together at two subsequent shows, Marsh and Jimmy had become pretty good friends. Marsh had shared his interest in obtaining a '61 Corvette to restore, and Jimmy had offered to sell Marsh one of the cars he had. Marsh was on this trip to pick up his "new" project. Jimmy had sent Marsh numerous pictures, and Marsh was looking forward to seeing the car in person. He was supposed to meet Jimmy tomorrow morning.

Dressing casually in a pair of jeans and a golf shirt, Marsh woke up Wolf, and the two of them headed down to the front lobby. Trish smiled at the pair as they walked up to the desk.

"Alright young lady, where can I find a shopping center and some decent food around here," Marshall queried.

"There's a pretty decent size mall about four miles down the interstate, and there are several pretty good restaurants surrounding the mall. It'll be hard to miss." Trish smiled and then added, "I'll be here at the desk till about ten tonight, and I live here in the manager's quarters. If you need or want anything, let me know."

Marsh noted the emphasis Trish placed on the word "anything", and smiled back at her. "I'll keep that in mind. I'll see if I can think of something to 'need'." Feeling a stir in parts below his belt was something of a surprise, Marshall had not even thought of a woman, that way, since Becky died.

At that Marsh and Wolf walked out to the truck, and drove around the hotel, to the truck and bus lot. Marsh hopped out and unhooked the trailer. Put a lock on the tongue of the trailer, and a cable lock on a couple of wheels. Back in the truck where his dog waited for him, Marsh fired up the big diesel engine and headed out to find some food.

At the bottom of the off ramp Marshall turned right and confirmed the information Trish had shared. On the edge of the mall parking lot there were several eateries and Marsh pulled the truck into the parking lot at The Olive Garden. It was early for the dinner crowd. At not quite four o'clock, Marsh knew he would have the place nearly to himself. He opened the windows of the cab, and quietly said, "Watch the truck Wolf." Marsh knew there wouldn't be anyone bothering the truck or its contents. He also knew Wolf would stay inside. Pity the poor soul who reached into the window, or much worse, opened the door.

Olive Garden menus are the same across the country, so Marsh had no problem picking what he wanted. He was not quite finished with his salad, and breadsticks, when the waitress brought him his baked ziti. Marsh hated eating alone, but had become accustom to it for the last three plus years. A meal didn't take much time when there wasn't anyone to share with. Marsh was back to the truck before five o'clock.

The extended cab pickup had a sliding back window that Marsh never closed. Wolf had full range to pass from the front bucket seats, to the back seat, and into the shell in back. Windshield to tailgate, Wolf owned the whole truck. Marsh kept a spill resistant water bottle and a large bowl of dry dog food in the back. Marsh left the Olive Garden with an extra bread stick. Opening the back end gate of the shell, Marsh dropped the bread stick into Wolf's food dish, and it was in Wolf's mouth, and devoured in an instant. "Good dog Wolf," Marsh toned and reached in and patted the dog's head.

At this early hour Marsh figured he could wander through the mall, pick up a few items he thought he needed, and be back to the hotel, long before Trish was off duty. Marsh had not even thought of a woman in the three years on the mountain, and now the possibility of actually spending some quality time with an attractive lady was giving him a bit of a wakeup call.

He pulled the truck out of the restaurant parking area, and turned around to park it in a sparsely occupied area of the mall lot. Marsh made a habit of parking a little farther from the entrance wherever went. It was a way that usually meant nobody would park too close, and disturb Wolf. He backed into the parking space, gave Wolf his instructions, and jogged over to the mall entrance.

Marsh walked around the mall a bit, and ended up in the big and tall men's store he was looking for. After trying on some jeans and shirts, Marshall purchased two pairs of Wrangler jeans and three polo/golf shirts. He made a habit of buying his clothes at the big and tall stores, because he could get clothes that were a bit longer. Marshall liked the fit of a longer shirt.

Returning to his truck, Marsh spoke to Wolf, tossed the two plastic bags in the back seat, and hopped into the driver's seat. Marsh was going to be pretty early, and would likely have time to do some laundry. Marsh always washed any new clothes he bought. He had a little bit of dirty laundry from the trip, so two or three loads would be plenty.

Back at the Best Western, Marsh took the two bags of new clothes out of the back seat, called Wolf to come with him, and walked to the front doors. Marsh and Wolf walked through the lobby and down the hall to their room. After entering the room, and getting a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, Marsh collected his dirty laundry, and took the tags off of the new shirts, and jeans. He picked up the phone, and called the front desk.

"Front desk, Trish speaking. How may I help you?" Came the pleasant voice on the other end of the line.

"This is Marshall Mitchel; I need to do a bit of laundry. Do you have some washers and dryers at this establishment, or do I need to go find a laundromat?"

Trish chuckled. "I know who this is, and you certainly better not go find a laundromat. I have a washer and dryer here in my apartment, and since you insisted we should be friends, I'll take it badly if you don't come down here and do your laundry. You won't even need any quarters."

"Are you saying you can't or won't make change for my Benjamin's? Trish heard the smile in Marsh's voice.

"Just pick up your dirty clothes, and get your ass down here," Quipped Trish.

"Well, I see how this is going to be," Marsh replied. "I've heard stories about the bossy women back in this area. I'll be right there."

Marsh hung up the phone, picked up the laundry bag, and headed for the door. "I'll be back, Wolf. Don't wait up for me." Marsh smiled as he watched the dog stretch and yawn.

Marsh stepped out of the room, and headed down the hall towards the lobby. As he got close, a door opened on his left, and Trish poked her head out. "Come on in this way," she told Marsh. "The washer and dryer are right over here."

Marsh walked through the door, and found himself in a small laundry room with a household size washer and dryer. Trish closed the door, turned around, and watched as Marsh emptied his laundry bag. Sorting the clothes into two piles, he opened the washer and dropped the first load into the top. 

"Are you going to include a little detergent in this favor, or do I need to run down to Wal-Mart?"

Marsh's question netted him a light slap on the shoulder as Trish opened a cupboard, and handed Marsh a bottle of liquid laundry soap.

"I'll let you decide how much soap to use," Trish told Marsh. "Some guys are fussy about just how clean they want to be."

Marsh casually poured some detergent into the machine, closed the lid, and turned the dial to the regular cycle. After pushing the start button, Marsh turned to Trish with a mischievous grin. 

"Are you going to call me when this load is ready to put in the dryer, or do I need to set a timer?"

That question got Marsh another playful slap. "I thought you might sit down and visit a little, like the friend you pretend to be." Trish returned Marsh's smile, and led him into a small, but comfortable living room.

"Pick a place to sit. Can I get you something to drink?" Trish made a sweeping gesture around the room, and turned to wait for Marsh to respond.

"My poison of choice is cold water." Marsh responded. "If you can mix me a bit of that, I'd be a happy man." Marsh had a huge smile on his face, and got one in return from Trish, who walked into the kitchen. "You prefer that on the rocks, or straight up?"

"Oh, I have a choice? I'll have it on the rocks." Marsh chuckled as he replied. He chose to sit on one end of the couch, in the small living room.

Trish came back into the room, handed Marshall a large glass of water, with ice cubes. She had found a cocktail umbrella to top off the clear liquid. Trish had poured herself a glass of lemonade, which she set on the coffee table. She pulled a rocking chair close to the corner of the couch where Marsh was sitting, and sat down, facing him.

For the next hour their conversation was light and variable. Subjects ranged from politics and religion, to music and art. It flowed like they were old friends. After a very short lull Marsh threw the first curve.

"OK, now I'm going to get personal." Marsh paused. "If you will tell me. ... I want to know why a beautiful lady, that's as fun to talk to as you are, is single and hiding out managing a small town hotel."

Marsh looked straight into Trish's blue-green eyes. They were bright and the color was a lot like his Becky's. Marsh suddenly felt the deep sadness that sometimes came over him, and his own eyes started to mist. He turned his head, and tried to fight through the emotion he was feeling. Becky was gone, and he needed to work past these feelings.

When Marsh turned back to Trish, she reached out and touched his leg. "Whatever that was about, you can tell me when and if you need to share, Marsh." 


A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 02



I would like to say a BIG THANK YOU to RecHiker for his contributions. He has taken a lot of his own valuable time to advise me, edit my story, and give me answers to questions I couldn't find elsewhere.

I would also like to mention that RecHiker is a Veteran, from a time in this country's history when returning vets weren't treated with respect. THANK YOU, RecHiker! For your service to my country. 

This story, the characters in it, the events described, and the activities of the characters are all figments of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real life, or actual people, is strictly coincidental. Some of the locations mentioned do in fact exist, and most of the inanimate objects are real. 

If you are looking for a story with a quick, dirty, sexual encounter, this is not for you. This story is about loving relationships, and builds the characters in what I consider to be safe, loving situations. 

The characters that are involved with sexual encounters are legal aged, and capable of making responsible decisions.

If you like the story, tell me. If you don't like the story, tell me how I can improve it, in your eyes. I'd appreciate constructive criticism. If it's just not the kind of story you like, don't read on. We live in a free country, and we can choose our likes and dislikes. I hope you do enjoy it. 

References to The Morrisons are from RecHiker's story, and are used with permission.

Fat_Dad

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Marshall Mitchel woke up on Sunday morning when the wet nose of his constant companion, Wolf brushed the bottom of his foot. Marsh was spooned up to the back of his beautiful sister, Rebecca Andrews. It felt so comfortable to have this woman sleeping next to him. Marsh had been missing his Becky for almost four years, and Becca was her identical twin. Marsh had not found a physical difference between them. As he opened his eyes, Marsh looked over at Patricia Turner, Becca's mother. Trish looked like she could be Becca's sister, not her mother.

Both women were still asleep, so Marsh slowly and silently pulled his left arm from under the sleeping beauty. He rolled over and got out of the bed. "OK Wolf," Marsh whispered. "Let me brush my teeth."

After he brushed his teeth, Marsh put on his running shoes and his tactical belt, and then he and Wolf headed down stairs. Marsh slipped the key Jimmy had left with him, into a small pocket in his belt. The tactical belt was custom made to Marsh's specifications. It was compact but had enough room to carry his Sig, a tactical knife, his Leatherman tool, and any other small items he might feel were needed.

Marsh went through the office, and out the side door. He broke into a jog on the gravel, till he got to the old barn. When he got off of the gravel, Marsh picked up his pace. Wolf matched that pace at Marsh's left side. Marsh depended on the big dog to listen if he had something to talk out. He also depended on him to alert Marsh if someone or something came into the vicinity of their path. Marsh's hearing and vision were well trained, but Wolf's senses were far above his, including a keen sense of smell.

Marsh had taken Wolf to several tactical schools, and he could track, search for suspects, or bodies, and was a pretty good weapons detector. Marsh didn't want to think about what he would do without the big canine partner.

When Marsh got to the trail junction he turned left and headed up toward the antenna farm that Jimmy had told him was at the top of the hill. The trail wound up the gentle hill and the forest changed back and forth from heavily wooded to several small meadows. Marsh heard a stream flowing down the hill at times, but he never actually saw any water.

At the top of the hill Marsh came to the fenced antenna farm that looked like it encompassed something in the vicinity of two or three acres. There were satellite antenna dishes, directional beam antennas, some tall stick antennas and a couple of microwave antennas. Marsh was impressed with the variety, and wondered where all of the different receivers and transmitters were located.

Marsh jogged around the farm, noted where the road entered through a locked gate, then he headed back down the dirt path. When he got back to the old barn, Marsh explored the inside for a few minutes. He saw the shooting range inside and the tactical course out in back of the building. Both appeared to be built with safety in mind. There were a couple of locked doors that Marsh didn't bother to even try to open, though he suspected that the code boxes would respond to the code Jimmy had given him.

Marsh and Wolf headed back to the house, and Marsh used his key to enter through the office. Wolf went to his water dish, and Marsh went to the refrigerator. Wolf drank for several minutes and Marsh emptied his water bottle in about ninety seconds.

Feeling better physically than he had in a few days, Marsh ran up the big central stairway, and walked quietly into the master bedroom. It looked like Trish and Becca had not moved since he had walked out.

Marsh walked into the closet and hung his tactical belt on the hook, just inside the door. He took off his running shoes and was about to go in the bathroom to shower, when he heard someone stirring in the bedroom. Stepping back to the closet door, Marsh saw both girls stretching and blinking their eyes, trying to wake up.

As Marsh walked towards the bathroom, he invited the girls to join him in the shower. He turned on two showers and adjusted the water cooler from one of the shower heads than the other. After a good run Marsh always liked a cool shower.

Trish was the first of the girls to walk into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and peed, then walked into the shower with Marsh. Trish walked through the warmer shower spray and into the spray with Marsh. "Ooouuu," Trish moaned and shivered, "this is much cooler than the other one." 

"You got that right sweetheart." Marsh replied softly. "If you want to share my body warmth you are going to have to stand in the cool shower."

Trish pushed herself tighter to Marsh, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood up on her tip toes and put her lips on his. The warm kiss that followed had the same effect on Marsh, that it had yesterday morning. Trish's hand made the same response as well. As Trish stroked Marsh's cock, Becca walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. She was up and in the shower quickly. Becca stopped in the warm spray, and tilted her head to let the water spray on her upturned face.

Marsh looked over Trish's shoulder. "What a fantastic view," Marsh whispered in Trish's ear. "You've got a beautiful daughter, young lady." 

Trish turned her head and looked at Becca. "I'm going to have to agree with you, wonderful man." Trish replied out loud.

"Are you two telling secrets?" Becca lowered her chin and looked at Marsh's face. "It's certainly no secret," Marsh said. "You are a beautiful woman. Everyone who has ever seen you agrees."

Becca turned red. "Thank you, Becca responded. "But it's not my fault. That beautiful woman in your arms did it to me."

Trish turned to face Becca and stepped into the warm water. She wrapped her arms around her daughter, and kissed her warmly. "Not only are you beautiful," she told her. "But you're a sweetheart as well. I love you baby girl."

Becca returned the kiss, and then she replied. "I've got a sweet new mother, and a wonderful new boyfriend. They help me try to be on my best behavior. By the way Marsh, thank you so much for the way you treated me last night. I was afraid, and I'm not anymore. That was just what I needed," Becca paused and then added, "I think."

Marsh kept his left arm around Trish and reached out with his right arm, and pulled Becca to him. He kissed her, and told her he loved her. "It's easy to be nice to someone as sweet as you, Becca."

"What do you say we put a little soap on each other so we can get out of here?" Marsh suggested.

Marsh's cock had softened to about half staff, and Trish reached down to stroke it again. "I think I have a little job to finish before we get back to business as usual." She knelt in front of Marsh, and kissed the tip of his cockhead.

Becca watched in fascination, as Trish started to lower her mouth over Marsh's shaft. "Mother?" Becca asked. "Will you teach me to do that?"

Trish left her hands on the base of Marsh's cock and his balls. She pulled her lips off his cock with a popping sound. "I would be happy to help you learn to pleasure this man," Trish said. "You'll probably catch on pretty quick. It's easy to want to please this guy, and he shows his appreciation."

Becca watched as Trish went back to work on Marsh's rock hard cock. "Mom, will you let me taste his cum, when it comes?"

Trish paused again "Sure baby, do you want to try sucking him off?" 

Becca's eyes got wide. "Can I? I'm afraid I won't do a very good job. I've never done it."

Marsh smiled at Becca. "Baby girl, for this inexperienced old guy, you don't have to have a lot of experience. I'm so out of practice, anything you do to me is going to feel fantastic. Having said that, if you want to taste me, you better take your mom's place pretty soon, 'cause I'm not going to last much longer."

Trish pulled off Marsh's cock again, and moved to the side. Becca took hold of the base of Marsh's shaft and carefully lowered her open mouth over the head. Her tongue lapped from side to side as she lowered her lips. Becca's inexperience kept her from deep throating Marsh's cock, but her desire to please him was evident as she wrapped her fist around his shaft and followed her lips up and down.

"Mmmm." Marsh moaned. Becca stopped mid stroke and looked up at Marsh. She pulled her lips back and off of Marsh's cock. Her hand was still wrapped around the shaft. "Am I doing something wrong?" Becca asked timidly.

"Oh God no, baby. You are doing great." Marsh groaned. "You are doing just great."

Becca put her head down, and slid her lips down the shaft again and again. Marsh started to moan in pleasure again, and had just enough time to warn Becca. "I'm gonna cum, baby doll. Here it comes!"

Marsh's cock erupted into Becca's mouth. She wasn't quite ready for the flood of hot, thick liquid that flowed up from Marsh's balls and coated the back of her mouth. Becca swallowed most of the load, but a little bit spilled out of the corners of her lips.

"Mmmmm." Marsh hummed again. "You're really good at that already. It must be hereditary. Your mother is a master, and your sister did that really well too." Marsh lifted Becca to her feet, and bent his face down to kiss her. He licked the drops of cum off the corners of her mouth and his tongue went into her mouth to duel with hers.

Trish watched the two lovers for a bit, and then she spoke. "Becca, you are getting another experience you won't get from very many men. Most men want you to brush and/or gargle with mouth wash before they will kiss you, after you suck them off. Marsh doesn't mind tasting his own cum, and shows his gratitude by kissing you immediately."

Marsh nodded his head and continued as Trish took a breath. "Seems that a lot of guys think it makes them somehow less of a man if they swallow their own cum. I happen to know who I am, and I'm comfortable with my sexuality, so I like to share the whole experience. Seems like if I expect you to do something I should be willing to do it as well."

Trish and Becca were standing side by side in front of Marsh. His arms were around them both, and they both had their head on his chest. Marsh slipped his hands down in front of the girls, and palmed both pussies. He rubbed each female and his middle finger slid into their slippery slit. "Do we need to get out of here and let me work on these, or should we finish washing each other, get dressed, and get something to eat? We can come up to bed early tonight and I can make sure you both get taken care of." Marsh looked back and forth at the beautiful faces looking up at him.

Trish was first to respond. "Let's get clean and dressed." She suggested. We'll have more time tonight, to enjoy each other."

"Good idea, mom," Becca responded.

Marsh picked up the shampoo and started to massage shampoo into Becca's hair. Becca put shampoo in her hands and washed Trish's hair, and Trish stretched a little to reach Marsh's hair. They each grabbed a wash cloth and scrubbed each other, head to toe, and when they were finished with the washing, each one helped rinse the soap off of each other.

The drying process was the same, with the exception that Trish dried Becca, Becca dried Marsh, and Marsh dried Trish.

When they were all dry, Marsh picked up the blow drier and dried each girl's hair before running a brush through his own hair. Trish had put everyone's clothes in the same closet by the bathroom, so they all dressed together, in the same closet. There were two more walk-in closets in the master bedroom, and when all three of them were actually moved in they would each have a closet of their own.

Marsh picked up his phone and pressed the quick call that was set to call Jimmy. When Jimmy answered, Marsh asked him if he had eaten breakfast, or if he wanted to go with Marsh and the girls, to get brunch, somewhere. Jimmy said he favored going to brunch with HIS girls, and if Marsh wanted to tag along, Jimmy wouldn't object.

"Hmmm," Marsh observed. "This day started out pretty good, but I think it could go downhill in a hurry, if you're going to be a grumpy old man." 

Jimmy laughed at Marsh, and told him to get HIS (Jimmy's) girls to the house, so he could take them out and feed them.

Marsh led Becca and Trish out to his truck and headed down towards Jimmy's house. On the way he stopped at the shop, and asked the girls to go in and pick a car to take to breakfast. The girls got out of the truck and went into the shop while Marsh drove his truck down to Jimmy's house and parked next to the porch.

When Marsh got out of his truck, Jimmy walked out of the house. "What did you do with my girls?" Jimmy asked. He had barely finished his question when Becca and Trish drove out of the shop in a '64 Impala convertible.

"I see," Jimmy observed. You think since I let you send those girls for a convertible once, you could do it any time you feel like it, eh?"

Marsh looked at Jimmy and grinned. "Would you rather see one of them driving your car, or see me driving it?"

"Since you put it that way," Jimmy was smiling. "I'd much rather see one of them driving it."

Marsh waited for Jimmy to walk down the steps before he gave him a hug and said, "Good morning old man. I'm glad to see you on the top side of the grass, this morning, even if you didn't get enough beauty sleep. I'm going to have to send you home earlier from now on, so you don't wake up so grumpy. Mind your manners with these special ladies. I don't want them to get grumpy, too."

Jimmy's smile was big and genuine. "Get in the car you smart mouthed kid. Don't make me start you off with a special whooping this morning."

"Careful how you threaten him dad," Trish laughed. "You promise him a whooping and he might just like it and push for more."

Jimmy chuckled. "You kids these days. "What's a father to do?"

Marsh got in back with Becca and Jimmy sat in the front passenger seat. This time Becca slid over to snuggle with Marsh.

Marsh tapped Jimmy on the shoulder. "Hey old man," Marsh asked. You said you were taking your girls out. Where are we going to eat?"

"I have no idea." Jimmy stated easily. "I'm going to let the driver decide."

Trish quickly responded. "I'll surprise you."

"Uh-oh," Becca lamented. "We may be in trouble."

Marsh turned to Becca. "I've heard a rumor, that you haul Jimmy around the world in a G650, is that right?"

Becca just nodded.

"How many pilots do you need in the cockpit? And what ratings do they need?" Marsh asked.

Becca turned and looked seriously at Marsh. "Does this line of questioning have a purpose, or are you just trying to figure out how good I am?""

"Oh baby, I know how good you are and you'll only get better. But, if I'm going to be of any value to this outfit, I need to know what I can and can't get away with. I'm guessing there needs to be two pilots at or near the controls. I suspect that for purposes of this organization, the pilots should have a commercial, multi-engine, instrument rating at least, as I understand part 91 and part 135, you don't necessarily need ATP. Oh yeah, a Type Certificate would probably be a good idea as well."

"You're good, pretty boy. And to think, I thought you were just another pretty face. Did they teach you that in medical school or have you been perusing Wikipedia?" Becca replied with a snicker.

"Huh! I had to take some remedial courses in kindergarten. My school didn't have quantum physics at that level, so I had to settle for airplane stuff." Marsh put on an indignant air.

"Oooooo, did somebody get their nose out of joint?" Becca couldn't keep a straight face.

Marsh got a little more serious. "OK beautiful, if, you had somebody with all of the above except the Type Certificate, how long do you think it would take you to get that somebody checked out? I know the kid would have to finish kindergarten, but after that....?"

Becca got a surprised look on her face. "Would that somebody, be anybody I know?"

"Do you need to see some documentation? You'll have to wait till we get back to my truck, 'cause I keep that paperwork stuff hidden."

"You're serious." Becca sounded surprised. "How,... ah,... where,... when did you have time to get a commercial pilot's license?"

Marsh smiled. "Well, when I finished kindergarten," he paused. "OK, I always wanted to fly, as long as I can remember. I took ground school in high school, and got my private before I graduated. I went to a college that had an aviation program, and got my commercial and my instructor certificate early, so I could earn money while I took all my pre-med stuff. I flew myself everywhere I needed to go, in med school, and then when I got involved with the SO in San Bernardino..., ah, well, let's put it this way. The San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department has the largest non-military air force in the world. I had friends in the aviation division, and got rotor and multi-engine time with those guys." "Are you rotorcraft rated Marsh?" Becca asked. "Yeah, don't sound so shocked. You said it yourself; I'm not just another pretty face." Marsh sounded a little smug. "How many pilots do we have on call?" Marsh asked. If I got my Type Certificate, it would cut down the need, and possibly give us a little more flexibility. Not to mention I could have some privacy when I want to take just my favorite girls to dinner in San Francisco."

Jimmy slipped into the conversation. "Wait just a minute there buster. Who says I'm going to let you use my jet, to date my daughter and my granddaughter?"

"Hey old man," Marsh tapped Jimmy on the shoulder. "Do you want me to take this job without any benefits? You want me to buy my own jet and hire your pilot? You want me to hire your hotel manager to work as my stewardess, on my jet. Don't tempt me."

"Well I guess if you're going to play hard ball, I better have you on my team." Jimmy conceded. "Where were you when I needed someone to negotiate a deal with the chief pilot I've got now?"

"Jimmy. If I had known this pilot was available, you would never have gotten a chance to have her as your pilot. I'd have gotten her by hook or by crook. Consider yourself fortunate to have her at all."

"Damn Marsh! It's a good thing you're on my side. If I hadn't brought you back here to work for me, I'd be SOL." Jimmy admitted.

Trish turned into the parking lot at the Cracker Barrel Restaurant. "Anybody hungry?" She asked as she parked the old Chevy across from the entrance.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 02



Jimmy and Trish both opened their door, and got out. Marsh and Becca stood up and walked out on the passenger side. "Sure is nice not to worry about banging my head on the way out of the car." Marsh remarked. "I could get used to having a beautiful chauffer, hauling me around in a sweet old rag top."

Marsh went ahead and opened the restaurant door, and held it for Jimmy, Trish and Becca. As Jimmy walked by Marsh thought he heard Jimmy mumbling something like, "Yeah right punk kid. Who's gonna pay for all of this?"

When Marsh followed Becca into the restaurant store, he walked up beside Jimmy. Marsh put his arm around Jimmy's shoulders. "It's OK old man. I still love you, and I know I need to learn from you for a day or two, as well, and as to who's paying, I offered but you said you were taking YOUR girls to brunch, so it stands to reason that YOU are paying for this."

"Yeah right," Jimmy responded. "You're just marrying me for my money."

Marsh smiled. "At least you have enough money to get me interested, because you're sure not pretty enough."

Now it was Jimmy's turn to laugh. "Marsh," He answered. "I know you don't give a shit whether or not I have money, or about how pretty I am. You want my women."

"Guilty as charged!" Marsh said enthusiastically. "You keep your money I get the girls."

"What girls?" Becca had walked up beside Marsh.

"Whaaat?" Marsh looked in Becca's eyes. "Surely you don't expect me to kiss and tell." Marsh did his best innocent little boy imitation.

"Hmmm," Becca mused. "I guess I should be careful, I know some of the girls you've kissed. They would not want you to tell."

The hostess called Trish's name, and led the group to a table. After perusing the menu, everyone ordered their food, and began a conversation that was light and friendly.

At one point when the conversation seemed to lag, Jimmy looked at Marsh. "Marsh, I like your idea of getting checked out in the Gulfstream. I want to take you to corporate tomorrow morning. Why don't you and Becca head out to the airport tomorrow afternoon, and get started familiarizing you with the Gulfstream? You'll get busy after I start introducing you to key people in the companies, and transferring some of my work load. It might be to our advantage to have you in the cockpit as soon as possible." 

"I can live with that, Jimmy. Should we consult your chief pilot, or do we just assume there's nothing else on her agenda?" Marsh smiled at Becca as he talked to Jimmy.

"I'm pretty sure his head pilot has a full agenda, but after all Jimmy is the boss, and if he says I have to hang out with some pretty doctor, what's a girl to do. I know this girl doesn't want to get fired for insubordination." Becca was watching Jimmy as she spoke.

"Trish looked at Becca then at Marsh. "Just a minute," she glared back at Becca. "Your mother may have something to say about who you hang out with."

Becca started to laugh. "You mean the mother that's been sleeping with that same doctor?"

"Uh-oh." Jimmy broke in. "Marsh, I think we may have started something."

Marsh looked around the table. "Hey Jimmy," he suggested. "Do you think we might be able to ramp this up, and start a female mud wrestling event? This could get interesting."

Becca gave Marsh a look that said volumes. "Trish, she said. We need to nip this thing in the bud. If these guys think they can play us off against each other, we need to set them straight, right now!"

Trish shrugged her shoulders. "Just how do you think we're going to do that, pray tell? They're incorrigible, already. Anything we do or say, they're going to try to turn on us. Come to think of it, I do have the car keys. Maybe we should leave them to pay the check, while we go get in the car and leave."

"Now see what you started Jimmy?" Marsh gave Jimmy a dirty look and turned to Trish. "Really Trish, he started it."

"Yeah right." Trish sneered. "And who brought up the mud wrestling?" "Trish?" Marsh was really laying it on thick. "You can't get mad at a guy that wants to see you at your best. I was trying to give you a compliment."

"You dirty old man y..." Trish began.

"Huh-uh. Marsh quickly interrupted. "I am NOT old, girl. You ain't gonna get away with that one. Dirty, OK that might fly, but NOT the old part."

Becca decided it was time to change the subject. "So Marsh, how much multi engine time do you have? That would be a determining factor for getting your certificate."

"I don't remember the exact number, but it's just over eight hundred hours. A little over twenty eight hundred total time, in the log book. There are some hours that I really couldn't add in there, but let's leave those out of this discussion." Marsh replied.

"That should be enough." Becca said. "We can probably get you checked out in a couple of years, if you can actually fly an airplane." Becca smiled at Marsh.

"I may not be very good, but I'm still here, so I must have done something right the last time I tried it," Marsh replied.

Jimmy took his napkin out of his lap, and tossed it on his plate. "I think we can find someplace we will like better to continue this conversation. Any of you object to getting on the road?"

"Do you have someplace in mind?" Trish asked. "Or shall I take you home?"

The four of them got up from the table. Jimmy picked up the check, and took it out to the cashier. Marsh left a tip at the table, and walked out to the car with Trish and Becca. Jimmy followed a couple of minutes later.

Marsh and Becca were already snuggled up in the back, when Jimmy walked up to the convertible. 

"Hey! Marsh, do you think you're the only guy that gets to cuddle up in the back seat with one of these pretty women?" Jimmy asked with a frown on his face.

Marsh smiled up at Jimmy as he responded. "It seems to be working so far," he grinned.

"Well now it ends." Jimmy growled. "Trish, hand your daughter the keys. Becca you're driving. Marsh, get your ass out of my seat."

"Wow!" Marsh blurted out. "I see we should have gotten Jimmy some desert, or some candy. He needs something to sweeten him up. Trish, if you're gonna ride back here with your dad; do something to adjust his attitude."

Trish looked at Marsh. "You got a baseball bat? Or do you want me to try something else?"

"Whatever works." Marsh smiled a wicked grin.

Jimmy had stepped into the back seat and Trish moved into the center of the seat. Jimmy was wrapping Trish in his arms, as Marsh sat down in the front passenger seat.

Marsh looked back at Jimmy. "Here's the rule old man: Don't do anything I wouldn't do. You hear me?"

Trish's eyes opened wide. "Are you trying to kill my father, Marsh? You know he'll have a heart attack if he tries to keep up with you."

"Not my problem," Marsh laughed. "He's the one that wanted to play in the back seat with you. If he tries to keep up with you girl, it'll be his own fault. Though, I can think of a lot of worse ways to die. If I die someplace with you giving me mouth to mouth, I'll die happy."

"Marsh," Jimmy growled. "You're an incorrigible S.O.B. I have half a mind to send you back to your cave, and protect my daughter and granddaughter by myself."

Now Marsh laughed out loud. "You have gone mad." Marsh was laughing so hard he could hardly talk. "You can only dream of keeping up with these two, old man. I'm not at all sure they won't be an early death of me, and I'm half your age.... Wait a minute, did you find the fountain of youth on your travels? I thought that was a myth."

Becca was driving towards the ranch. "Grandpa?" Becca asked. "Did you have anywhere to go, besides home? If mom starts anything, you're going to need a nap, by the time we get there." Becca was laughing by the time she had finished.

Marsh looked back at Trish. "Trish, are you supposed to work at the hotel tomorrow?" He asked. "And do you have a car that's parked there?"

"Yes, and yes." Was Trish's reply.

"Becca," Marsh addressed the driver. "I think we should go by the hotel, and get Trish's car. That way she has wheels to get to work in the morning, unless Jimmy wants you to drop her off on your way to the airport tomorrow."

"No." Jimmy spoke up. "We should go over and get Trish's car. Come to think of it, what is your car Trish? I don't even know what you drive. Is it worth going after?"

Trish hesitated. "Well, when I go somewhere, I try to get someone else to drive. I have an old Toyota Camry. It usually starts and gets me to the grocery store, but it's not pretty."

Marsh turned sideways in the front seat. "Jimmy, are you going to buy this girl a new car, or am I? If she represents a company I work for, she's not going to drive around in an old clunker. If it's OK with everyone else in this car, I think we should go car shopping."

Jimmy looked at Trish, then at Marsh. "Trish," Jimmy began. "I had no idea you didn't have a decent car. Come to think about it, I'm not paying you a manager's salary either, am I? Have I given you a raise since you were a housekeeper?"

"Jimmy, ah, ...daddy." Trish was stammering. "You've been good to me. I figured that you would always pay me what I'm worth. I have a place to live, you pay my utilities, the hotel pays for my uniforms, which is usually all I get a chance to wear. I don't need much. I really haven't thought about needing a new car."

Marsh turned to Becca. "Is there an auto mall around here? I think your mother is getting a new car this afternoon. I'm buying her something nice. The company is buying the hotel a passenger van, so she has something for hauling guests to and from the airport, or meetings and such."

Jimmy looked at Trish. "I'm so sorry, Trish. You've done a great job for me. That hotel is making more money than it ever did, and it runs smoothly enough that I never have to worry about it anymore. Darling, I'm not paying you anything near what you're worth. This is exactly why I need someone like Marsh." 

Jimmy continued, "Marsh comes in here, and in part of two weekend days, he's making changes, not just in the way things are done, but in the way we think about things. Thank you, Marsh! I really am glad you are here. Let's go get Trish a new car and a van for the hotel."

When Jimmy stopped for a breath, Marsh cut in. "Trish, do you have any idea what kind of car you want?"

"I haven't got a clue." Trish replied. "I've seen Becca's car. It's kinda pretty."

"I'll tell you what," Marsh said. "If there's an auto mall where there are several dealers, we can drive through. If you see something you like we can stop in and see what kind of deal we can make."

Trish looked up at Marsh. "Marsh," she said, "It sounds like daddy is going to give me a raise, but I don't want to spend it all on a car payment. I need to get something I can afford."

Marsh looked at Trish, and opened his mouth. 

Jimmy spoke up first. "Trish baby, unless I heard him wrong, Marsh said he was going to buy you a car. Whether he plans on putting his own money out, or he plans on tapping the corporate account. You are going to be able to afford any car you choose. It will be paid for."

"You heard me just fine, Jimmy." Marsh chimed in. "As it turns out, I have my checkbook in my pocket. I don't have access to a company account today. Trish is getting a car today. I'll write a check from my account."

"Jimmy, one of the things I've learned in my short time on this planet, is that if I take care of the people who work for and with me, I can get a lot more out of them. I get what I pay for. Trish works for one of your companies, and if you are hiring me to run one or more of those companies, I'm going to take care of her as I would any of my employees. Aside from that, she's family, and we take care of our own." Marsh finished saying with a confident grin on his face.

"Trish," Jimmy's voice was soft. "You have always been family. I thought you were my niece, but that's family. You've done such a good job I've just let you run the Best Western without paying much attention to just how good you're doing. Now as it turns out, you're my daughter. Thanks to Dr. Marshall Mitchel, I know that now. It's time for me to step up and treat you like family, and not just as an employee, which I wasn't even doing a very good job of at that."

"It appears you are going to be living out at the ranch now. I appreciate Marsh's offer to buy you a new car, and I won't fight him over it. But your father would like to buy you a new car, if Marsh will let him. Marsh said you could choose whatever car you like, and whether it's Marsh or your dad, money is NOT an object."

Trish leaned into Jimmy and snuggled up against him while he held her tightly in his arms. She sobbed uncontrollably for a few minutes and when Trish was able to speak, she looked at Jimmy then at Marsh. "I've never felt so loved. I'm not trying to be mean daddy, but since Marsh checked in to our Best Western I've never felt so loved and so much a part of a family."

"Daddy, you have been good to me. I know you love me, and you have tried to take care of me since mommy died, even as my uncle. I have not always been very kind to you, and there have been some rough times. Marsh has made all that seem so far away. You brought Marsh out here, and you and Marsh have put our family back together. I love you daddy. And Marsh I love you too." Trish said in a subdued voice. "My car is old and it scares me to drive it very far. I would have bought a new one if I could. I will be very grateful if one or the other or both of you buy me a new car, but you don't have to buy me a car to show me you love me. I know that already."

Jimmy looked at Trish with damp eyes. "Trish, Marsh has pulled us together. I can feel the love in this little family like I never did before. You and Becca have worked for me, and you both have given me at least one hundred percent. You both have done your jobs and gone above and beyond. I am truly grateful to Marsh for coming back here and pulling us together, as a family."

Becca turned the car into the auto mall. There were ten dealerships, and Becca drove slowly up one side of the road, and then down the other. "Did you see anything you liked, Trish?" Marsh asked. I know it's been kinda quick just going up and down the street. "Would you like to stop and walk around some of the dealerships?"

"I don't even know what to look at," Trish sounded a little awestruck.

Jimmy joined the discussion. "I saw something I think she'd look good in. Becca, let's go back to the Lexus dealer."

Becca turned the big Chevy around and drove to the Lexus dealer. She pulled into the new car lot, and almost immediately there were five salesmen around the car. One of them came up to Becca's door and opened it for her. Marsh had to open his own door. Jimmy stepped out on Marsh's side, and Trish was given a hand on Becca's side of the car. Marsh decided to try to get someone's attention, since all the salesmen had gone to the driver's side. 

Marsh used his outside voice. "Ok guys. These ladies are taken. The pretty one with the red hair and the blue green eyes is getting a new car this afternoon, and one of the old men is going to write the check. Any questions?"

Just the sound of Marsh's voice got everyone's attention. Marsh heard one of the salesmen say, "the pretty one with red hair and blue green eyes. Yeah right, that narrows it down to both ladies."

One of the guys came around to Marsh and Jimmy. "Hi, my name is Bill. I'm up, so I guess I should talk to someone about what you or what the lady wants."

Jimmy answered the salesman. "OK Bill. I think I saw a blue convertible here a few minutes ago. I think my daughter would look good in that car. Let's take a walk over to that car and see if I'm right." 

"Oh, yes sir." Bill led the group across the front of the lot to the front of the showroom. The blue convertible was a 2013, IS 350 C. Bill opened the door and Trish slipped into the car and automatically reached up and gripped the steering wheel. Everyone agreed, Trish looked fabulous sitting in the new convertible. Jimmy suggested that Bill should get the keys, so Trish could test drive the car. Jimmy and Trish got in the car and waited for Bill to return with the keys. When Bill returned with the keys for the convertible, they waited patiently while Bill moved three other cars to let Trish drive the IS C out onto the road. Trish and Jimmy came back in about ten minutes. Trish was excited. "I love it!" she exclaimed. "What a rush!"

"Can I assume you want it?" asked Marsh.

"Oh yes, Marsh! I want it." Trish was jumping up and down like a little school girl.

Marsh turned to Bill. "OK Bill, Marsh said. We're going to buy this car this afternoon. I'm going to write a check for the full amount. I want your best price up front. I need to see the invoice, and will pay a reasonable amount over the invoice cost. If you can't make that kind of deal, you need to get me the person who can."

Bill's mouth dropped open. "I don't know if we can do that." Bill gasped.

"Then get your boss." Marsh told him. "Or we can go elsewhere."

Bill asked the group to come into his office. Once everyone was seated, Bill walked to another office across the showroom. He briefly spoke to the woman in that office. She got up and followed Bill into the office where Trish, Jimmy, Becca and Marsh were waiting.

The woman extended her hand to Marsh as he stood up and stepped across the room. "Hi there," she said. "I'm Helen Jones. My husband Ralph and I own this dealership. Bill tells me that at least one of you is no pilgrim." Her handshake was firm, and her tone was friendly.

"Ms. Jones," Marsh replied. "I'm Marshall Mitchel. The young ladies here are Trish Turner, and her daughter, Becca Andrews. The gentleman is Trish's father James Turner. Trish needs a new car, and she likes that pretty blue IS 350 C. I'm going to write you a check, if we can agree on a deal."

Helen looked into Marsh's eyes, weighing her response. "Mr. Mitchel," she began.

"Hold everything," Marsh interrupted. "Let's restart this conversation. It's Dr. Marshall Mitchel if we are going to have to be formal. I'd rather we skip that, and if we can forgo the formality, I prefer Marsh."

Helen's face lit up. "Well Marsh, I like that. I prefer Helen, then. That's been my name a lot longer than Mrs. Jones."

"Since we have the formalities out of the way, I'm pretty sure you looked at the sticker, and you have something else in mind as a price."

"Helen, I understand the auto industry, and the flooring portion of your cost." Marsh was going to make sure Helen knew where he was coming from. "That being the case, I also know how long a car like this one lasts on your lot, so I know you haven't paid a huge flooring cost, if any yet."

"You've got an invoice that says what the factory charges you for the car, before your volume discount gets subtracted. Why don't you and I look at that invoice? We'll add your preparation costs, I'll kick down five hundred dollars to Bill, and we add a thousand to the invoice. You make the additional factory incentives, and we all end up going home happy. That is if Bill likes the idea of walking home with five hundred dollars cash in his pocket."

"Hmmm," Helen mused. "You've done this before, I see. Would you like to come to work for me?"

"Wait just a minute here." It was Jimmy's turn to get into the conversation. "I just tricked this guy back here from California, to hire him into my companies. I haven't gotten him to sign on the dotted line yet, but Marsh I will pay you double what she offers."

"Oh my," Helen moaned. "I'm suddenly faced with a bidding war. Would it help if I just give the pretty ladies each a new car?" she laughed.

Marsh looked quickly at Becca. "You stay out of this young lady."

"That's for sure." Jimmy interjected.





A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 02



Helen looked at Becca. "Didn't you just buy a car from us?"

"I did," Becca replied. "But I think I should bring it back and get Marsh to renegotiate my deal. I didn't do near as good as he seems to be doing."

Helen smiled at her. "Becca, I think that's what Marsh called you. I'm not going to renegotiate your deal. But, if Marsh is going to make a point to let me have a first shot at all your family's business. I think we're going to sell you your next car, and more to come. Bill, write him a deal." Helen turned to leave the office.

"Helen, wait just a minute." Marsh called to Helen, then he turned to Jimmy. "Do you think we should get a van or a luxury SUV for the hotel?"

"Hmmm," now it was Jimmy's turn to muse. The way our manager has been handling things we might even need one of each. What do you think, manager?" Jimmy was smiling at Trish.

"Oh my gosh!" Trish exclaimed. "You guys are too much. You ask me to breakfast, and then take me on a buying spree at the auto mall. Couldn't you stick with something a little cheaper, like lingerie, or something I understand?"

Helen started to laugh. "What's the matter girl? Is this the first time a guy has ever taken you out to buy cars for you?" Turning to Marsh she asked, "What do you need? My husband and I own the Ford dealership, here in the mall. Were you thinking about a package deal of some kind."

Marsh smiled, but Jimmy answered her. "Why don't I send Marsh and Trish back to hammer out the rest of the deals on Tuesday morning. Suffice it to say we will need both. Marsh, write the lady a check and let's go home."

Helen looked at Bill, "Have you got that contract we need?"

"Yes ma'am," Bill replied. "And I took the liberty to start filling in the numbers you and Dr. Mitchel talked about. It looks like this." Bill handed the paper to Helen.

"Finish writing it up, and bring it over to my office. Marsh, it's been a pleasure doing business with you. Come to my office any time you are here, we can work out a deal." Helen handed the papers back to Bill and walked to her own office.

Marsh looked at the smiling Trish. Looking into her eyes, Marsh saw gratitude and love. "Trish," he said, "why don't you take Becca and head out. Jimmy and I will finish up here and meet you back at the ranch."

Turning to Bill, Marsh asked, "Is her car ready to go?"

"I need to put the temporary license on it," Bill responded. "Then she's free to go."

"Do that first," Marsh told him. "We can finish the paperwork after they're gone."

Becca handed the keys to the sixty four to Jimmy. "I think you're going to need these," she commented. "See you guys later."

"I sure hope so," Jimmy said. "Trish, be careful with my granddaughter, eh? I've gotten quite fond of her, now that I have her." Jimmy was smiling from ear to ear. He walked over to Trish, put his arms around her and gave her a kiss. "I love you too, baby girl. I'm so glad to have you."

Jimmy walked out to the little convertible with Trish and Becca, while Marsh wrote the check. He and Bill walked over to Helen's office, where Bill handed the stack of papers to her. Helen gave a cursory look at the forms and handed Marsh his copies.

"Do you have an idea what time you'll be here on Tuesday?" Helen asked.

"I'd guess close to nine o'clock," was Marsh's reply.

"See you then." Helen smiled. "I look forward a growing relationship, between us Marsh. Thank you for coming in and trusting us with your business."

Marsh smiled, turned and walked out. He and Jimmy went out to the old Chevy, and headed for the ranch.

When they were out of the dealership, Marsh turned to Jimmy. "Jimmy my friend, I need to try and get a little more oriented." Marsh was quite serious. "I need to know who I am to your companies, and what all you want me to be doing. I also need to figure out when I need to go home and finish up a few things in California, and move some things back here. I've been basically living out of a suitcase, and I originally planned on heading home tomorrow." 

Marsh continued, "Somehow I don't think that's exactly what you have in mind, but you haven't really gotten into specifics. I do know I don't want to leave Trish or Becca behind and just go home, so where do I stand?"

Jimmy looked briefly at Marsh, then back at the road. "Marsh, I want you to take over everything, the manufacturing plants, the hotel, the security business, everything. Starting tomorrow, everyone at every level of each industry I own will know you are second only to me. There are people in each business that are in charge of day to day operations, but you have absolute authority in everything."

"I can't say it any clearer, Marsh. You are my heir to the throne. There's a lot I need to show you, but I set up my trusts with you as sole trustee, and beneficiary. It seems like it might be a good idea to change some of the benefits around, now that I have a daughter and a granddaughter. I don't believe that's a serious issue, as I think you will take as good or even better care of our girls than I have been."

"Marsh, bottom line, ... What's mine is yours. Do me proud." Jimmy added with an air of confidence in his voice.

Marsh looked at Jimmy in awe. "So much for 'no pressure', eh? I don't know how to respond, Jimmy. In a few short hours I go from a grieving millionaire to a lost in love billionaire. And I have no idea what I did to deserve to be treated like this. Jimmy, I can only hope I can live up to the trust you are putting in me."

"Now to another thing I'd like to do then." Marsh continued. I'd like to have Becca take me and Trish out to California next weekend. You're invited to come along if you are so inclined. I need to get a few items of business taken care of. I also have a OB/GYN friend that I would like to have examine Becca and Trish. I love both of them, and I think you know we're going to get more intimate sooner than later. I'd like to be sure I won't hurt either of them, and the doctor I trust was Becky's doctor and her friend, well, my friend too. I'm going to have her do some labs on me as well. I haven't seen a doctor since Becky and Elise were killed."

"Well now, That's the kind of honesty I saw in you, Marsh." Jimmy looked at Marsh again, briefly. Looking back to the road, Jimmy continued. "I have some things I'll need to change around. I'd love to come out to California with you and the girls, but if I can't change a couple of appointments I think it would be a good idea for you to take them anyway. I like the way you seem to want to take care of those two, right from the start."

"Like I already told you, I want to take you to the office tomorrow, so everyone gets a chance to meet you. I want you to get into the Gulfstream with Becca, and get checked out, so you can fly it with her. You set up a time to meet Helen, and get a couple of new vehicles for the hotel. That was past due, Marsh. I just never thought about it. Trish has done a great job for me there, and I have just taken her for granted. I really needed and certainly appreciate your fresh perspective."

After your Tuesday appointment, I don't have anything for you to do, so you can spend some time in the Gulfstream with Becca, then head for California as soon as Trish can get herself free from the hotel. If I can get my schedule changed, I'll go with you. If I can't, you'll just have to figure out a way to handle them by yourself."

"You know Marsh, maybe I can pull a couple of strings, and we can pull off that surprise for Becca this coming weekend. She still has no idea what we're planning. Come to think of it, she doesn't know what I did to the Gulfstream either."

Jimmy pulled up to the gate, and punched in his code. He drove through when it opened and waited just inside for the gate to close. Trish's new car was parked next to Marsh's truck. Jimmy drove the sixty four into the shop, and backed it into its spot. He and Marsh walked down to the house, and met the girls on Jimmy's big front porch.

"Jimmy?" Marsh asked. "Do you have a swimming pool around this place? I didn't see one up at my house. I suppose I'll have to have someone put one in for myself, won't I?"

"Gotch ya!" Jimmy laughed. "Yes I have one here, but you have one at your house as well. I thought a smart fella like you would have found it. Maybe you're not as sharp as I thought. Or maybe I haven't given you enough time to look around. Why don't you take one of these beauties,...Oh wait, Trish should take her car up to the house. Becca, you should decide who you want to ride with. Seems like there are three rides for you to choose from this afternoon. I'll take my ride, so nobody has to bring me back home."

Marsh looked at the girls, then at Jimmy. "Jimmy," Marsh asked. Why don't you bring some clothes up, so you can stay with us sometimes? It's not like there isn't room for you. On second thought, you may want to think about my invitation. I meant it, of course, but if you want to sleep,...these girls can get loud. I've said as much as I'm going to now."

Trish slapped Marsh's shoulder. "You better shut up young man. I heard you say you wouldn't kiss and tell."

Jimmy laughed. "I may consider that in the future, but there are a couple of things that will have to happen before I can abandon my house. You will all understand in the future."

Jimmy let the conversation die, and Marsh, Trish, and Becca went down the steps walked towards their own vehicle. Jimmy told them he would be up in a little while, and wished them luck finding the swimming pool.

"That's it?" Marsh asked. "You're not going to even give us a hint?"

Jimmy smiled and turned around to go into his own house. Trish and Becca each got in their own cars and Marsh hopped into his truck.

At the house Marsh got out of his truck, and looked around the house. The parking area on this side of the house ended at a retaining wall. There was a steel guard rail along the edge that discouraged trying to drive off the gravel lot.

Trish's new car was parked closest to the door. Becca's car was beside it, and Marsh had backed his truck in beside Becca's car.

As Marsh looked over the steel railing, he noticed what looked like a deck made of aluminum dock planks. He decided to try and find out first how to get to the deck, and second, what was on the other side of it. Marsh started to walk behind the house. There was a back door. Marsh remembered seeing that door in the kitchen. He remembered that there was a door across from it, that went somewhere under the big main staircase.

As Marsh walked past the back kitchen door he noticed a keypad on the back wall of the house. Now at a slow walk he could see a garage door at this side of the back wall. It was painted in a way to blend in with the house. It also fit tighter than most garage doors.

Marsh punched his code into the key pad, and the door retracted about four inches then began to roll up. The opening was twenty two feet wide and ten feet high. Inside Marsh saw a six wheeled John Deere Gator, a small John Deere yard tractor, and a whole lot of tools and yard equipment.

Just inside the door on the right hand side, was another door. Marsh tried the handle, it was locked. Marsh tried his key, and sure enough he could open the door. Behind the door was a staircase, leading down to...?

Marsh noticed three of what looked like garage door openers. He pushed the button on one of them. The concrete block wall opposite the house began to move and Marsh learned that what looked like a solid concrete block wall was in fact a wall with three huge roll up doors, painted to look like the block wall.

Marsh pushed the buttons to open all three doors. He walked across the driveway and into the cavernous garage. Each door was twenty feet wide and twelve feet tall. Each bay extended at least sixty feet into the side of the mountain. There was space to park almost anything in this garage.

At the back, on the right side of the garage Marsh saw a stairwell and figured that the stairway across the road in the garage behind the house, must lead to an underground tunnel that allowed access to this garage without going outside.

Marsh walked back to the house. Entering the garage again he noticed a shelf with three remote garage door openers lying on it. Each had a number on the face of it, corresponding with the door it opened. Marsh took the opener numbered three, and walked around to his truck. He drove his truck around the back of the house and backed into the third bay of the underground garage. He pushed the button on the remote, and the door in front of him closed.

Marsh hooked the remote to his sun visor and climbed out of his truck. Crossing to the house side of the driveway, Marsh decided to go down the stairs he had found. He closed the other two garage doors across the driveway and opened the door to the stairway.

There was a light switch on the wall just inside the door. Marsh flipped the switch and the stairway lit up. Marsh headed down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairway was a long hallway to the right, marsh figured it went to the garage. There were two doors on the left. One opened on the side wall of the hallway. It had a keypad lock. The other door opened off the end of the hallway, and it had a key lock, it however, was unlocked. Marsh opened that door, and walked into a dimly lit room that appeared to be the size of a gymnasium. Marsh looked for light switches and found a row of four switches on the right side of the door, flipping them all on the gym lit up like a sunny day outside. Marsh noted that the lights were all low energy LEDs.

Marsh turned around and looked from one side of the room to the other. There were two treadmills, two elliptical type walkers, two stationary bikes with foot pedals and hand cranks. On the other side of the gym, there were weight training machines, and free weights with stands, and benches.

There were doors on each side of the gym. Marsh walked to each of the doors. These doors were also unlocked, and behind one there was a large home theater. The door on the opposite side of the gym, opened to reveal a game room, with a ping pong table, a pool table, some card tables, and a big screen TV, with couches and chairs to sit and watch. 

There was an indoor hot tub, next to the thirty by forty foot pool. Marsh also saw a pedestal with switches over near the end of the pool.

The switches were labeled. There were five pairs of switches with left and right labels. Curtains, inner doors, outer doors, deck, and stairs.

Marsh couldn't help himself, he had to try them. 

Sure enough, the first set of switches opened the curtains to reveal huge glass doors. The second set started the glass panels sliding open from the center, revealing that the pool extended another forty feet out beyond the indoor portion of the pool.

Marsh flipped the third set of switches, and all of the glass panels folded back against the walls. 

The next set of switches uncovered the pool by sliding the aluminum decking out on each side of the pool. The last pair of switches extended a set of aluminum stairways that ended up matching the edge of the main floor deck.

The outside portion of the pool was an infinity style that looked out over the valley. 

There was one home visible, and Marsh knew it was the Morrison estate. Dan Morrison owned most of the land on the opposite side of the country road that ran between Jimmy's land and Dan's. Marsh really didn't know the Morrisons, but knew enough about them to know he wanted to make their acquaintance. Marsh knew he had a lot more exploring to do here at his new home and around the property. He looked forward to doing that exploring with his dog, and with his new family. For now, it was time to find Trish and Becca, and talk them into going for a swim.

Marsh left the gym and pool room open. There were overhead fans that kept most of the bugs out, and there were a few bug zappers that killed most of the ones that managed to get inside. 

Marsh headed back to the tunnel, and ran up the steps to the garage. He closed the garage door, and walked back to the door that he had figured led into the kitchen. It did, and Marsh walked into the kitchen, then around to the main stairway. He heard the ladies talking and laughing upstairs, so he ran up to the master bedroom, and found Trish and Becca sitting on the bed enjoying each other's company, sounding like best friends.

Marsh's mind was reminded of times, quite a few years ago, when he enjoyed hearing Becky and her friend Sue in similar conversations. This was a good thing. Marsh had loved Becky and Sue. Now he loved Becca and Trish. His life seemed to be getting better.

As Marsh walked into the bedroom, the girls hopped off the bed and ran into his arms. "Welcome stranger!" exclaimed Trish. "We were beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost. Where have you been?"

Marsh smiled at the beautiful red heads and replied. "If you remember, Jimmy wished us luck finding our swimming pool. I found that and more. What do you say we get undressed and take a swim? Same rules for the pool as for the spa. No textiles."

Marsh walked toward the closet, taking his shirt off as he went. He tossed the shirt into the hamper then kicked off his shoes. His jeans were next. The Sig went on top of the dresser, and his underwear went into the hamper. Marsh went to the linen closet and took out three towels. He picked up the Sig, and walked back into the bedroom. Trish and Becca were naked and waiting for him. They each took a towel from Marsh, and followed him down the stairs. 

He walked across the living room, and as Marsh walked out on the deck he heard the girls gasp. "Wow!" Marsh heard from Becca. "This is beautiful," said Trish.

"And you haven't seen the half of it yet." Marsh told them. He walked over to the aluminum stairway on the left side of the pool. The deck had a gate that Marsh opened and headed down to the deck below. Trish and Becca followed him.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Marsh turned right around and headed back into the gym with Trish and Becca right behind him. Marsh showed both ladies how to close up the pool, and the room. He showed them the stairway that led up to the kitchen, and then showed them the door to the tunnel.

"Where does that go?" asked Becca, as she opened the door and stepped into the tunnel.

"Well now," replied Marsh. "The tunnel ahead goes over to the garage. You'll both get a remote, to put in your car. It'll be quicker and easier to walk across the driveway, to the kitchen, most of the time. However, when it's raining, this tunnel will be dry."

"This stairway leads up to a huge utility room with a bunch of stuff already there for yard work and such. You'll need to be naked to use any of it, because I want to watch you working naked." Marsh had his wicked smile on as he said this.

"The door immediately to your right, I don't know for sure. I have some suspicions, but I haven't explored it yet."

"Now if it's all the same to y'all, I'd like to go back and get into the pool. There's a couple of beautiful, naked women here, that I'd like to hang out with in the water."

"Oouuu," Trish cooed. "That sounds like a wonderful, indecent proposal."

"I like the sound of that, too." added Becca.

Marsh walked back into the gym, and over to the pool. He'd never been in this pool, so he decided to walk down the steps and check it out safely, as opposed to diving right in and swimming laps.

The combined indoor and outdoor pool was eighty feet long. Marsh walked towards the middle. The pool deepened, and Marsh soon found himself in deeper water than he could walk in, so he treaded water towards the infinity end of the pool. 

When he was at the middle of the pool, Marsh dove to the bottom. It seemed that it was about fifteen feet deep. Marsh resurfaced and continued through the outdoor section of the pool. As he neared the infinity end of the pool the bottom of the pool got nearer to the surface, and Marsh was able to walk to the end, where the water was about three feet deep. 




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 03



Let's start with a heartfelt THANK YOU! To RecHiker! He edited this chapter, inspired me, and encouraged me to finish this chapter. Oh yeah, and he laughed at me. Thanks Buddy! I needed that.

Thank you to my readers. Thank you even more to the readers who like the story and go to the trouble to tell me. Also thank you to the readers who send constructive criticism. Writing to me and calling me names does nothing to improve the storyline or the writing. 

If you are looking for a story with a quick, dirty, sexual encounter, this is not for you. This story is about loving relationships, and builds the characters in what I consider to be safe, loving situations. 

I readily admit to being an amateur, and I write mostly for my own entertainment. Believe me when I tell you I sometimes entertain myself way more than I should. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that gets edited out.

This chapter, Chapter 3 has been a long time in the writing. Again, thank you to the readers that have "encouraged" me to put out another chapter. I am planning on getting chapter 4 out much faster. I've had some health setbacks, which seem to be resolved. Portions of this chapter hit a little close to home. I must admit that I spent some liquid memory juice remembering the events that were the inspiration for part of this story. While none of the story is factual, some of it was inspired by actual events in the author's past. Writing this has been therapeutic.

This story, the characters in it, the events described, and the activities of the characters are all figments of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real life, or actual people, is strictly coincidental. Some of the locations mentioned do in fact exist, and most of the inanimate objects are real. 

The characters that are involved with sexual encounters are/will be adults, over eighteen, and capable of making responsible decisions.

If it's just not the kind of story you like, don't read on. We live in a free country, and we can choose our likes and dislikes. I hope you do enjoy it. 

References to the Morrisons or mention of certain characters are from RecHiker's story, and are used with permission.

Fat_Dad





A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 03



"No shit, Sherlock," Marsh replied. I'll mind my Ps and Qs as well. Thanks for the warning."

"How are you doing on getting the facilities figured out up here, Marsh? Have you found all the secrets yet?

Marsh paused for a few seconds before he replied. "I haven't taken near enough time to scout the paths, or the tunnels, Jimmy. I've actually been rather pleasantly distracted this weekend. I'll try to spend a little more time exploring the grounds in between exploring the women, though I have to admit, I sure like exploring the women, Jimmy."

"Something I just now thought of. What should I call you at work? Are you Doctor Turner, or Jimmy, or The Boss Man, or????? I've only known you as Jimmy."

"Good question, Marsh. You and I have a better relationship than a lot of the company people. Around the office, I'm mostly Dr. Turner. A good percentage of the security team knows me as Jimmy, so play it by ear. The name you call me doesn't change who I am, and I want you to think of me as your friend Jimmy."

"I can work with that, boss man. By the same code, I want to stay known as your friend Marsh. It will be different in some circles, but with our four person team, I want to stay Marsh. Another thing I need to know is the dress code. Do I have to go out and buy a bunch of stuffy business suits? Will jeans and polo shirts work? Slacks and my western shirts? Just how formal do you want from me? Since you sprung this on me with no warning, I don't have much of a wardrobe yet. Today is going to be Wranglers, or shorts, and a polo shirt or western shirt."

"There you go, thinking ahead of me again." Jimmy smiled. "I guess I'll have to live with what you've got won't I. If anyone complains I'll just tell them to take it up with you, 'cause you're the boss now. Think that could work?"

"I don't think anything's gonna work if I don't get my butt up to the shower then put something on it." Marsh stood up, rounded the desk, and walked over to Jimmy. He wrapped Jimmy in a bear hug. "I want to thank you again, Jimmy. You're putting a lot of trust in me, and I'll give you all I've got, to deserve that trust."

Marsh went to the door, and headed for the central stairway. Jimmy headed for the kitchen door. "Hey Marsh," he called. "Send Becca down to get out Air Wolf. Let's all go in to work in that.

"Will do!" Marsh called down over his shoulder.

Trish and Becca were both dressed in pantsuits and bright colored blouses. They were each standing in front of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on their minimal application of makeup. Marsh walked into the bathroom, and stepped between them. Looking into the mirror, Marsh looked both of them in the eyes.

"We don't have much time to talk or any time to play this morning, but I want to go on record saying thank you both for a great weekend. I hope today is every bit as nice as a day at work can be, and I hope we come home this evening as happy as we are right now. I've fallen in love with both of you, and I'd like that to grow."

"Now I need to pass on a message. Jimmy wants Becca to come down and get Air Wolf out and ready to take all of us to work. Trish, you're coming to HQ with us. Now, I need to get in the shower." 

Marsh gave each of the ladies a quick kiss and stepped across the room into the shower. Trish finished her make-up, and turned around to watch Marsh. Becca finished her make-up, and turned around as well. They moved together and each put an arm around the other.

Before Marsh was finished, Becca got an idea. She stepped over to the linen closet and pulled out two towels. As she handed one of the towels to Trish she asked, "Want to share? You dry the front and I'll dry the back." 

Both of them were very thorough and made sure Marsh was dry, everywhere. Both of them decided to check some parts of Marsh's body with their hands. To make sure he was dry, of course.

When they were both sure they had done a good job, they stood up and met in front of Marsh for some kisses. Trish was stroking Marsh's cock, and told Becca, "You probably should go down and help your grandfather get the helo ready to go. I'll help Marsh finish getting ready and he can bring me down to the pad."

"Yeah right. I just bet you'll help him.... with something. Becca laughed. "I'll see you down at the hanger in a few minutes," she continued as she exited the bathroom.

Now Trish knelt down in front of Marsh. "We really can't have you trying to get dressed in this condition. Can we?" With that Trish took Marsh's cock into her mouth and proceeded to pretend she was suck starting a Harley.

Marsh was moaning right from the start, and didn't last a full ten minutes. "Damn girl!" he exclaimed. "You are really good. Can I plan on getting used to this treatment before work every day?"

Trish made sure Marsh was cleaned up, then stood up and kissed Marsh. "I can't think of a good reason why not," she replied. "We better get you dressed now, so you aren't late for your new job."

The closet had a padded bench for sitting down inside. Marsh grabbed a pair of socks and underwear. While he sat down and put them on, Trish picked out a new pair of Wranglers and a western dress shirt that just happened to match the color of her blouse. Marsh put them on and then added the Bravo Concealment DOS holster, his Sig, and his badge, hung on the right side of his belt. A pair of Double H low heeled ropers finished his attire, and Marsh was ready to walk out the door.

"OK beautiful," Marsh said. "We better get down to the LZ (landing zone) or miss our ride." He and Trish walked down the stairs and out to the garage. 

Marsh whistled and Wolf was beside him in just a few seconds. He jumped in the back door of the truck as soon as Marsh opened it. Trish was quickly in the passenger seat, Marsh Closed her door, walked around the front of the truck, hopped in the driver's seat, fired up the truck and pulled out of the garage.

Marsh parked under the tree beside Jimmy's house, and the three of them walked over to the barn that served as a hanger at the ranch. Becca was at the controls and began firing up the helo as Jimmy helped Trish step into the front passenger seat. Marsh and Wolf climbed into the back, as did Jimmy, and everyone strapped themselves into the comfortable seats.

Jimmy looked over at Wolf. Marsh had brought Wolf's service vest, and was clipping it in place as Becca lifted off. "Is he going to be OK with being inside most of the day?" Jimmy asked. He sounded friendly, and not critical.

"He'll be just fine. He loves attention, and he'll get a lot of it. I've had him in offices, schools, and churches. He does just as good with adults as he does with children, though I think he prefers the kids." Marsh smiled.

"Jimmy, you said the new office complex has more room than you think we are going to need for a while. Just how much extra space is there?" Marsh was working on some ideas that would require more space.

Jimmy paused to make some quick calculations in his head before replying. "Well Marsh, we were leasing two floors of a four story building of about 104,000 square feet. That means we had about 52,000 square feet of space, give or take. The building I just built has six floors and 168,000 square feet, and it all belongs to us. Oh yeah, there's a basement and a penthouse apartment in addition to that."

"We have put people into offices on the first two floors, and half of the third. The fourth and fifth are unfinished. The sixth is partially finished with executive suites that include some fairly nice living spaces, in addition to the penthouse. What do you have in mind, Marsh?"

"Do we have a lounge and gym for the employees? Is there a cafeteria or restaurant for them?" Marsh asked.

"None of the above at present Marsh. However, I see where you're going and I like it." Jimmy stated. "Anything else you were thinking of?"

"What does our employee health plan look like?" Was Marsh's next question.

"We have a pretty standard disability and health insurance plan. I don't think there are any companies around that have anything a lot better, and I know there's a lot worse around town. What gutter is that dirty mind of yours flowing in, young man? Jimmy's voice carried a distinctly curious tone.

"Ahhhhhh," Marsh toned. "You'll see. I've got to see the layout of the building before I make any rash decisions, boss man. I hope you like my ideas. I know our employees will. Marsh's voice was light and teasing.

"Uh-oh," Trish commented. "Sounds to me like your new boy has thought of some new ways to spend your money daddy."

"I thought about that before I even asked him to come back here, girlie." Jimmy sounded a little smug. "It's part of why he's here. I was hoping that some fresh eyes and some capital investment would do us good. I didn't think it would start as quickly as it has, but I'll back his play, even if it means we have to acquire a little debt. I don't expect he's gonna go for much of that though."

"Geez daddy," Trish laughed. "May I have one of those cards, too? I think I can spend a bunch of your money, as quickly as Marsh can, with cart Blanche."

Jimmy was quick to respond. "But will you be doing it to make more money, like Marsh will?

"Awwww daddy," Trish whined. "Do I have to make money with it? You better leave that to Marsh. I suspect he'll do that better than I can, I just want to shop.

"Don't sell yourself short, beautiful," Marsh said. You're nobody's dummy, and I'm gonna put you in charge of some of the money as well."

"Hey!" piped up Becca. "While you're handing out money......."Becca drew out her statement, then let it drop. 

Becca had slowed the helicopter and was turning into the wind for landing. The new office building had a very nice heli-pad and even a hanger, on the roof of the building. The Bell 230 had retractable landing gear that made it easy to roll it into the secure hanger, for protection from the elements.

Once the engines were shut down and the rotors had stopped, Marsh helped Becca roll the bird into the hanger then all four of them walked over to the entrance to the stairwell. One of the security team members was there to hold the door open for Jimmy, Trish, Becca, and finally Marsh and Wolf to walk off of the roof and head down the stairs to the penthouse.

As Marsh went through the door he immediately smelled breakfast. Jimmy had had someone come in and cook a very good breakfast for the four of them. There were scrambled Eggbeaters, hash brown potatoes, Morningstar vegetarian sausage patties, as well as batter to put in the Belgian waffle maker. Marsh saw fresh strawberries and peaches for toppings or just to eat.

As the door closed Jimmy's booming voice proclaimed, "Honey, I'm home!

From behind the kitchen door Marsh heard a light female voice begin to laugh. Then the voice said, "So am I sweetie. I've got breakfast ready like you asked. Bring your friends in the kitchen and fill up."

Marsh suddenly cocked his head, and worked his thought processes. "I recognize that voice," he thought. "Who the hell is it?" Then it hit him: Jenni! That's Jennifer Turner. She was a nurse in his ER back out in California. Wait... Jennifer Turner.... James Turner.... Jimmy.... Jenni.... Could his friends be related? Marsh had never made that connection.

Jenni was a little older than Marsh, and was the best nurse in the ER. She was a tall, blond, attractive, no, beautiful would be more accurate, woman. Marsh thought she was in her mid to late forties. Jenni was single, hardworking, fun loving, and always on top of her work. As an ER partner there had been nobody better, and Marsh had come to trust her completely.

As Marsh walked into the kitchen Jenni's face lit up. "Dr. Mitchel!" she sang out. She ran towards him and launched herself into his arms. Marsh picked her up and returned her kiss. "What the hell are you doing here, Marsh?" she asked.

"Damn Jenni! I should ask you the same thing. I haven't seen you since my last day in the ER. How the hell are you, girl?" Marsh spun around once and then let Jenni down to the floor.

Jimmy, Trish, and Becca stood back with their mouths open and very confused looks on their faces. Jimmy was the first to catch his voice, and asked: "What the hell was that all about?"

Marsh quickly replied, "Jimmy, Trish, Becca, meet my friend, and former colleague, Jennifer Turner RN. Only the finest emergency room nurse in California. Jenni, meet my very close friends, Dr. James Turner, his daughter Trish Turner, and his granddaughter Rebecca Andrews. Rebecca is my Becky's identical twin sister."

Jimmy had finally gotten a little composure back, and he started to give Marsh a little information. "Marsh, I know Jennifer because she's my little sister. I had no idea where she was, till Saturday night, when she showed up at the old corporate office, and one of my security team called me. I haven't seen Jenni since before I went to 'Nam. I brought her over here and we talked most of the night. I told her to make herself at home, to get some rest, and that we'd be here this morning."

"Hell's Bells! Jimmy!" Marsh exclaimed. "I worked with Jenni for ten years. I would never have guessed when I met you, that Jenni was your sister. Jenni was one of Becky's best friends."

Jenni interrupted the conversation. "Hey, let's get some food, before its dead, and talk around the breakfast table. Trish and Becca, it's really nice to meet you. Becca, you are so much like your sister was, I thought for a minute I was hallucinating."

"That's just what happened to me a couple of days ago," responded Marsh. "I very nearly lost what little mind I've got left." Marsh was smiling as he spoke. "I'm guessing we've got some long explanations coming, eh? Who's gonna start....Jimmy?"

"Well now, let's see....I think I'm gonna try the shortened version," began Jimmy. "Dad died in Korea in 1952. My big brother Dwayne became the man of the house. He dropped out of school and went to work. He always made sure we had enough. I guess he and mom got kinda close, she really leaned on him, and he took care of her. Jenni was born in 1965, a couple years before I went to 'Nam. We all got along OK, but I was in medical school so I wasn't around much."

"Mom and Dwayne moved while I was in 'Nam, and Jenni being just a kid, went with them. When I came home, I wasn't real popular, especially in California, where my family lived. I went to Southern Florida, and built my business. I heard from Dwayne a couple of times before mom died, but he moved again and didn't send me any information, so I lost track of him and my little sister, or niece, depending on how you look at her."

"Rick found her while he was looking for Trish's babies. He didn't say anything to me, but he did contact Jenni, and asked her if she wanted to have any information about her brother."

Jennifer took over at this point in the conversation. "I wasn't sure what to say or do, when Rick contacted me. I looked up to Jimmy when I was young, but I had no idea why he hadn't come home from the war. I waited almost a year, after I heard from Rick, before I decided I was going to just drive back here and if he didn't want to see me, I'd just keep traveling.

"I was not working, and had enough savings to last for a while. I knew if I got low on funds I could get a travel assignment for eight to sixteen weeks, 'cause nurses are in demand everywhere, so here I am."

"And if you'll stay, you have a job right here, girl. Your big brother doesn't even know he's offering you a position today." Marsh winked at Jenni, and smiled his mischievous smile at Jimmy."

"Well you're right about that." Jimmy said. "I had no idea I was offering her a job. I'm not the least bit surprised, but I really didn't know. Are you gonna tell any of us what she's going to be doing? Or is it going to be a secret?"

"Well, I don't think it's going to be any big surprise. We need someone competent to head up our employee health department and I can't think of anyone that would do a better job." Marsh was smiling as he looked at Jenni. "I know enough about Jenni to fill out her resume, and believe me, I'd have to leave out a lot of details. She is more than capable."

"You better stop right there, big fella." Jenni was also smiling. "You go much farther, and you'll give everybody the wrong impression of me."

Marsh winked at Jenni again and said, "or maybe the right one, eh?"

"Hey!" Jenni barked. "I said to stop already. It's probably important for you to remember that I know about some of your skeletons, too." 

"Ooookay," Marsh groaned. "You win. I think you need to know, though, just because I know you're related to Jimmy doesn't make me love you any less. Maybe I love you more now, since you're related to Trish and Becca. And since they're related to me, I guess that makes us all related... somehow."

Everyone was pretty much finished with breakfast, so all chipped in and helped with clean-up. They made quick work of that.

Marsh looked at Jimmy. "Since we have a little time before your big unveiling, do you want to show me around this place, or do you want me to have Wolf give me a guided sniff tour? Oh yeah Jenni, you're gonna be up front, at our meeting. Do you have some clothes you want to change into, or are you alright in your sweats?"

"I think I'll change. I know how to get to Jimmy's office, so I'll go down there and meet you when I'm ready. I wasn't really planning on a corporate meeting this soon, so my wardrobe is just a bit limited, but I do have some nicer duds than these."

Becca walked over and put her arm around Jenni's waist. "I've been through this place enough to know my way around. Would you mind if I stayed here with you and get to know you a little better?"

"That would be great," replied Jenni. Since I don't know anything about you, other than you look just like my former best friend, I can pick your brain a little, too. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

"I'd really like to join this conspiracy," added Trish. "I've been around here since they did the surveying. I probably know this building better than dad does."

"Oh yeah," Jenni said. "I'll have two great sources to get the dirt on my big brother from."

Marsh looked at Jimmy. "I think we may be in trouble now, boss. I know what Jenni can do. I think I've got a clue what the other two are capable of, and if we let the three of them gang up on us, our goose is cooked."

"I hear ya, Marsh," Jimmy replied. "You probably know Jenni better than I do, so if you say she's trouble, I'll take your word for it. Let's get down to your new office, and start your tour."

Jimmy led Marsh to the elevator, which was on the same wall as the door they had come in from. The elevator door opened immediately when Jimmy pushed the button. Jimmy and Marsh stepped inside, closely followed by Wolf.

As the elevator closed on Jimmy and Marsh, Jenni said, "let's go into the bedroom. I need to get a shower and change." The three beautiful ladies walked down the hallway to the penthouse's master suite. Jenni led the way into the bedroom, and sat on the corner of the big king size bed. Becca sat on a plush chair near Jenni, and Trish sat on the end of the bed close to Jenni.

Jenni looked at Trish and then at Becca. "I guess I need to get some more information, and share some with the two of you. I don't know how long Marsh has been here. He sort of went off the grid after Becky and Elise were killed, and I haven't seen Marsh in almost four years."

Becky was my best friend, and Marsh was really close to me as well. Marsh was totally committed to Becky, and some of us worried about him when he just fell off the map. We heard from a couple of the deputies we knew, and they said he was buried in his tactical medicine, and search and rescue, but he stayed away from all the people who reminded him of Becky."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 03



Jenni paused. "Am I repeating information that Marsh has already given you? I don't want to waste your time, if you know all this. I didn't think Marsh would open up about some of this."

"Not at all Jenni." Becca said. "He's told us a few of the details of how Becky died, but almost nothing about his life before that, or what's gone on in his life for the last few years. I figured it was pretty painful, and he would talk when and if he was ready. Jenni, I've only known Marsh for two days. He's a fantastic man from all I've seen, but there's a lot we just haven't had time to learn. If you can help us know more about Marsh, please tell us all you feel you can. Mom and I already love this guy, and we'd be more than grateful if you can help us know him a little better."

"I couldn't have said it better," Trish added.

Jenni paused before she started again. "Well, Marsh and Becky were married before I met either one of them. I can't even remember which one I met first. They both were working at the trauma center where I worked. Becky was a nurse, and Marsh was a medical student, then a resident in the emergency medicine program. Becky, Marsh and I became really close, and Becky introduced me to another of their friends, Susan Davies."

"Sue was Becky's college roommate, and was almost part of their family. She was also a medical student, same as Marsh, but she took her residency in OB/GYN. Sue is still in So. Cal. and has her own practice. I've heard it's not going as well for her as she'd like. She's independent, and doesn't have the back-up that the big corporate practices have."

"Marsh had Becky on a pedestal, and worshiped her. Becky in turn worshiped Marsh, but Becky loved Sue and me enough that she wanted to share with us. We had three ways, four ways, and if Becky wasn't around and Sue and/or I was, Becky wanted us to make sure Marsh was taken care of. We were one big happy family, and I want you to know, Marsh held up his end of the bargain. Sue and I knew that Marsh was all Becky's, but he loved us because Becky loved us, and she wanted to share."

"If you are wondering why I'm telling you all this, it's because I can see that Marsh is smitten with you two, both of you. I had no idea I would find Marsh back here. I came to find my brother, and I'll leave again this afternoon if I am going to be in anybody's way. I still love Marsh, but I want to be friends with you two as well. If that means I have to stay away from Marsh, I will. I haven't seen Marsh in almost four years, and I hope I don't lose him again, but I don't want anyone else to get hurt, either." There were tears in Jenni's eyes as she finished.

Trish slid over next to Jenni, as Becca moved from the chair to sit on the other side of her. Both of them put their arms around Jenni and hugged her. Becca was the first to be able to talk. "Jenni, Marsh checked into Jimmy's hotel on Friday. Mom works there and met him at the front desk. Marsh started to fall for mom right away. Saturday morning they both came out to the ranch, they both met me for the first time, and we all found out the relationships between mom, me, and Marsh. I didn't know I had a sister. Mom didn't know her daughter was here. None of us knew that Jimmy is mom's father. Marsh found that out Saturday afternoon, and told Jimmy at the same time he told us."

"Suffice it to say this weekend has been a huge learning curve for all of us. Marsh hasn't had intercourse with either of us. He's given us some awesome massages, and there's been some great oral sex, but Marsh wants to go into whatever relationship we have with complete safety and with everyone's consent. His attention to our comfort and safety just makes us love him more."

"I haven't asked mom, but I think we both feel the same. Marsh can do anything he wants with or to me. Anything! I would never tell him no, at this point."

Becca paused and Trish spoke up. "I'm with my daughter. Marsh can have me anywhere, anytime, and any way he wants. That being said, I know he would never do anything to hurt me, so I know I'm safe to say that."

"As to sharing....as I see it you're family, and we share and share alike. I think Marsh has enough love to go around. You probably already know, but Marsh made it clear that he won't just "fuck" any woman. He'll make love with her, but he's not a cold hearted sex maniac like so many men we've met. For Marsh it's safe, slow, tender love-making or it waits for enough time to make it so."

"Oh god, Trish. You and Becca know Marsh a lot better than you give yourselves credit for. You are describing the Marshall Mitchel I've loved for years. I just hope he still loves me." Jenni's voice was soft and somewhat tentative.

Becca put her hands gently on Jenni's cheeks and turned Jenni to face herself. "Jenni, I hope you won't mind my next question.... May I kiss you?"

Jenni's eyes opened in surprise, and she gazed deep into Becca's beautiful blue-green eyes. Without saying a word, Jenni leaned into Becca. Her lips briefly met Becca's and they both moved away from each other for several seconds. Their eyes searched each other's eyes then they moved together, again. When their lips met again the kiss was hot and passionate. Becca's tongue brushed Jenni's lips then pushed into her mouth where it found Jenni's tongue taking an active role in the ensuing battle. Both females began to moan and their hands began to explore each other other's body.

Trish sat and watched for what felt like an eternity. "Ahh-hummm ladies....I hope you didn't forget I'm here. I'm feeling a little left out of this party."

Becca and Jenni pulled their faces apart. "Oh my God," Jenni whispered. "Trish I'm so sorry to be ignoring you. Becca, you even taste like I remember Becky. I want to make love to you. Trish would you like to join us? I think we have time for a little daisy chain action before we have to get down to that meeting, don't we?"

Becca was standing by the bed before Jenni was finished speaking. Her suit jacket came off as she stood. She neatly folded and hung her clothes over the back of the chair. Trish followed Becca's lead and quickly shed her suit. Jenni's sweats were on the floor in record time, and the three of them were back on the middle of the bed as quickly as they had come off.

The three ladies sat on their heels, facing each other, in the middle of the king sized bed. There was a moment of silence as they all looked into each other's eyes. Trish leaned in first, and began what turned into a passionate three way kiss. Hands started exploring and soft moans began to come from each of the beautiful women.

Jenni dropped her right hand to cup Becca's bald pussy. Her middle finger slipped easily into the hot, wet, folds of Becca's tight slit. "Oh my god," Becca moaned. Her own hands slipped down in front of both Jenni and Trish. They were both hot and wet. Trish pushed Becca's hand away from Jenni, and replaced it with her own. 

Jenni began to move her kisses down Becca's body, first down her neck, then her shoulder, and down to her firm breasts. She kissed both of them and then sucked Becca's nipples into her mouth one at a time, flicking her tongue across the hard nubs.

A bit like a short row of dominoes, all three ladies fell on the bed, and they each soon had their faces buried in each other's pussy. 

Jenni's tongue laid flat on the bottom of Becca's tight, hot slit. She dragged it up to the top, and when it crossed Becca's clit, Becca gasped in ecstasy. Jenni put her thumbs on the outer lips of Becca's pussy and separated the folds. Becca's hot juices began to seep out and down her inner thighs. Jenni's tongue lapped up and down the hot lips and swirled around the hard nub of Becca's clit. She sucked Becca's clit into her mouth, and clamped it with her teeth, covered with her lips. Jenni began to lash her tongue over the end of the nub, while she pushed two fingers into Becca's hot, wet hole, reaching up and rubbing the fingers across Becca's G-spot. Becca started to lift her hips and tremble with the onset of the first of several orgasms, each escalating in intensity and duration. Finally Becca screamed in pleasure. Her body stiffened, and her back arched off of the bed. Jenni had her arms wrapped around Becca's hips, and Becca's clit firmly grasped between her lips. Her head was being tossed by the movements of Becca's ecstasy, till Becca suddenly went limp, and fell motionless on the bed. Jenni's hand and her face were drenched with the gushing juices that flowed from Becca's love tunnel.

Becca's face had been buried in Trish's sex, and Trish had one gentle orgasm, before Becca lost control. 

Trish licked Jenni's love tunnel, tongue fucking her, and finally pushing two fingers into her love hole and simultaneously massaging her g-spot and licking her clit. Jenni had two powerful orgasms, before Trish let up.

Becca lay silent and unmoving for about forty five seconds. Her first breath was quick and shallow the next was long and deep. After about five minutes Becca's eye lids started to flutter. "Ooooooh my God!" She gasped. "Jenni, have you taken lessons from Marsh? That was incredible!"

"Well sweet heart," Jenni replied. "We both had a lot of practice on your sister, and if you ask me, there's no difference. You respond just the same. You smell the same, and taste the same, and believe me, that's a good thing! That was a great ride! I'll ride your pussy anytime, anywhere."

Trish got into the conversation at this point. "Well now, you're pretty tasty yourself, Jenni. And it's sure fun to watch the way you got into my daughter, and made her scream.

"Mom," Becca apologized. "I'm sorry you didn't get much attention. Jenni really distracted me."

"Oh sweetie, I'm just fine. That was fun to watch," replied Trish. "We should probably get cleaned up and think about going to work. Marsh did say he wants us at the meeting this morning."

The girls got off the bed and headed into the bathroom. Each one stopped at the toilet, moved to the bidet, then gathered in the big multiple head shower. Trish and Becca thought they would introduce Jenni to their new tradition of washing each other, a practice they soon found out Marsh and Becky had introduced her to years ago.

After the shower they dried each other and got dressed. Trish and Becca put their pant suits back on. Jenni had a bright blue, satin blouse and a navy blue skirt that came down to just above her knees. She put on a white lab coat, and looked as any medical professional should.

Each of the ladies touched up their makeup, and headed for the elevator with ten minutes to spare.

Arriving at Marsh's office they drew wolf whistles from Marsh and Jimmy, before Marsh asked them to have a chair, for a quick strategy meeting.

"First of all," Marsh started. "I don't want any surprises, so I should find out if you'll consider coming to work for us, Jenni. I mentioned that I want you to head up our employee health department. That will include, hiring some doctors, starting a practice for several services, including an urgent care that will be open 24/7 and serve the community as well as our employees."

"I want to build a gym and swimming pool between this building and the hotel, and encourage a fitness program. Jenni will you consider starting something like this from the ground up?"

"Wow!" Jenni exclaimed. "You don't want much, do you? Do you have some doctors lined up for all this? Are you fixed for nurses and technicians? What about equipment?"

"See Jimmy," Marsh turned to face the boss. Your sister knows all the right questions to ask." Turning to Jenni, Marsh continued. "That's why I need someone with your skills. You know what we need, and you know how to go about getting it. Jimmy and I will provide the resources."

Marsh continued, "I'm hoping you can recruit some of the doctors we both know from SoCal, as well as a few from around here. I'm sure Jimmy knows some. If you want me to start recommendations, our friend Sue is on the top of my list. I want to have an OB/GYN, a pediatrician, an orthopod, some family medicine folks and some ER guys and/or gals. Will you give it a shot?

"Marsh," Jenni said. "I would love to work for you and my brother. I'm not sure I'm as knowledgeable as you seem to give me credit for but I'll ask for help when I need it, and I bet you and Jimmy can be some awesome consultants when I ask. Do you have a budget in mind?

"Ahhh," Marsh responded. "Therein lays the beauty of this job. You're going to make your own budget. If we don't have the money in the bank, Jimmy said we can borrow what we need, Right Jimmy?"

"Hey, hey now," Jimmy responded. "I did mention incurring some debt, but I'd rather not start spending like the government does." Jimmy chuckled, and Marsh laughed.

"Let's go do some introductions." Jimmy stood up, and walked towards the door. As they walked down the hallway towards the auditorium, Marsh asked Jimmy about the available funds.

"Don't worry about funding Marsh." Jimmy was still upbeat. Over the time it's going to take to plan the space and build the facilities, as well as hire the staff, we'll be able to either pay the bill, or acquire the financing. Everything here is paid for. It belongs to you."

"Oh shit," Marsh breathed. "Now you're telling me I have to spend my own money for this. I guess we're going to have to meet with the lawyers and finance guys, so I know what the hell I'm dealing with."

Jimmy had turned off the main hallway and was leading the group down a smaller hall. He stopped and started to open a door. "Let's get this show on the road, eh." He led the way onto the stage in front of several hundred people. Marsh and the ladies hesitated briefly. Marsh took a deep breath and walked in behind Jimmy. Wolf, Jenni, then Trish and Becca followed Marsh.

Jimmy stepped up to a small lectern on the stage. Marsh and the girls sat down in chairs behind him. Wolf sat on Marsh's left, beside the chair. He looked around the room then stretched out on the floor. Marsh reached down and patted Wolf's head and whispered to the big canine. "Good dog Wolf. We're gonna get through this, just fine."

Jimmy began by welcoming all the employees in attendance, and thanking them for being here. "Not that you had a choice," he quipped. That brought a chuckle from everyone. He also thanked everyone for helping to make the move to the new headquarters work smoothly. Then Jimmy paused for a moment.

"Now let's get to the real reason for this meeting. I think that with the exception of the people on the stage with me, only one of you knows why we are here. I'd like to thank you, Rick for keeping my secret. Would you come up here and join us on the stage, please?" A tall gentleman stood up in the middle of the room, and walked to the front. He walked up the stairs and over to a chair on Marsh's left, beside Wolf.

"Rick, before you sit down, please come over here with me." Rick walked over to the lectern, and Jimmy put his arm on Rick's shoulder. He looked at Rick and continued. "Most of you have seen Rick around here for years. A lot of you know him. Let me take a moment to give all of you a quick introduction."

"Rick Jamison and I met in Viet Nam over forty five years ago. We both came home on the same C-141, and processed out at the same time and place. Rick came to work for me a little more than forty years ago, and has helped me with personnel and information management. I've come to depend on Rick whenever I need information, and he always comes through. Again, thank you Rick."

Jimmy took his hand off of Rick's shoulder, and Rick walked over to his chair, next to Wolf and Marsh. Turning back to his employee audience, Jimmy took a deep breath, and began to speak again.

"There are people here from each and every company that Rick and I have built. You have never known any other boss, or CEO, or owner than me." Jimmy paused. "All that is about to change. Most of you can understand the concept of nobody is getting any younger. I've decided that while I have more good days, perhaps even years, ahead of me, I should think about the fact that I'm not likely to live forever. I decided to look for someone I could groom to take over my companies. Rick was with me and we spent the last five years looking for just the right person. This meeting is to introduce all of you to the man I've brought in to take my place." 

"His name is Dr. Marshall Mitchel. He is a tactical medicine physician and a member of the San Bernardino County Sheriff's S.W.A.T team. The San Bernardino County Sheriff has been a friend of mine since my Vietnam days, and highly recommends Marsh. He is a board certified emergency room physician, and a sworn law enforcement officer with the San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department. 

Marsh and I have been friends for almost two years, although Marsh has had no idea that I've been evaluating him for the position he now has. Rick discovered that Marsh was married to my granddaughter. My granddaughter was tragically killed four years ago, but I consider Marsh to be family, just the same. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my replacement, your new boss, Marshall Mitchel.

Marsh took his cue, and stood up, walking over to where Jimmy was standing. 

"Marsh and I will direct our companies together, and Marsh will take more responsibilities as quickly as I can turn them over. Marsh comes in with a few great ideas to implement, and I'm fully behind everything he wants to do. Please give him your attention, my friend, Marshall Mitchel."

Jimmy stepped back, turned around and went to the chair that Marsh had just vacated. Marsh looked around and found a stool on the back of the stage. He went and picked it up, setting it down in front of the stage, then stepping back to the lectern, and the microphone.

Marsh turned sideways and looked at Jimmy. "Thank you, my friend, for the introduction, and for the opportunity to work for and with you. I'll do my best to measure up.

Looking to the back of the auditorium Marsh asked if there was a wireless, microphone that he could wear, so he could move around and have his hands free. One of the tech guys came to the front and helped Marsh put a small wireless mic on his shirt, with the transmitter/battery pack hooked to his belt. Marsh followed the technician down off the stage and walked to where he had set the stool.

Marsh hopped up on the stool, turned towards the stage and made a hand motion. Wolf got up and walked to the edge of the stage, and sat as close to Marsh as he could get. Marsh turned back to the audience and began to speak again.

"Y'all are sitting here in this auditorium wondering what the hell is going on. Who is this guy? Where did Dr. Turner find him? Oh yeah, and what's up with the dog?"

"Let me start with the dog. This is my partner, Wolf. He's a police K-nine, and he goes just about everywhere I go. Churches, schools, businesses, and out in the forest. He listens better than any human companion, and he never gives me any back talk. He's about the gentlest soul you'll ever meet, unless I give him a target, and then you better hope it's never you."

"Wolf has tracked criminals, searched out drugs and explosives, and carried a baby out of a burning house. He warns me if there is anyone or anything close when I am out in the forest. A place we both really love to be."

"Now to the issue of where Dr. Turner found me. In reality I have no idea where I was when Jimmy and Rick picked me out of the hat. I've lived in the San Bernardino, California area for a lot of years, and for the last four years I've lived in a cabin in the San Bernardino Mountains."

"I met Jimmy at a car show in Palm Springs. He came to several shows, where I displayed my '57 Chevy, and he always scored higher than I did in our class. I liked him anyway."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 04



As with previous chapters of the story of Dr. Mitchel I'd like to start with a heartfelt THANK YOU! To RecHiker! He edited this chapter, inspired me, and has helped me stay focused.

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Marshall Mitchel returned to awareness slowly. His eyes were closed but he sensed a strange familiarity to where he was. It was an unfamiliar place, but a place he knew. There was a familiar smell, but strangely different. The sounds, he had heard before, but they were from far away. There was even a comfortable familiar presence that was just beyond his recognition. 

The jumble of his senses may have taken a few minutes or lasted for only milliseconds, but when Marsh came fully to his senses, a wave of comfort and healing rolled over his soul.

Marsh was in his own bed. Two of the three people he loved the most were in his life and lying in the bed next to him. Five of the five people he loved most, were together in the same house with him. The fact that they could not really all fit well in the same bed, was a bit of an inconvenience, but logistics were always adjustable, even when not ideal. Wow! Marsh had not awakened to this level of contentment in nearly four years.

Before Marsh opened his eyes, he inhaled a deep breath. The subtle, and highly pleasurable essence of Rebecca Andrews and Susan Davies stimulated his olfactory nerves, and then gave way to the strongly familiar and intensely comfortable smell of a Marguarita Rosario prepared breakfast being cooked in his home kitchen, mere feet from where Marsh was awakening.

The home kitchen, would it always be here at the ranch in Southern California? Would it become the large country kitchen, almost two thousand miles to the east, in the new log and stone house on the side of a hill in the forest? Would it cease to exist as Marsh traveled to diverse locations for business purposes?

Marsh's logic told him that the location of the kitchen would be irrelevant as long as his life included the participation of Rebecca Andrews, Patricia Turner, Susan Davies, Jennifer Turner, and Marguarita Rosario.

Hmmm Marsh thought. Marguarita Rosario. Marsh was going to need to find a new ranch manager. He would need Mita to live where he lived. Marsh was not going to leave Mita behind again. Marsh would have to have a chat with her, and work out a solution. Perhaps Mita's daughter Rosalea could be talked into taking her mother's place here at the ranch. Rosie had practically grown up here, and knew the ranch as well as anyone except, of course, Marguarita. Marsh wondered silently where Rosie was living and if she was working somewhere that would dissuade her from taking over her mother's position on Marsh's payroll. Only one way to find out.

As Marsh lay pondering, he became aware the stillness of his resting place had silently changed. There was no noticeable difference in the surrounding level of actual sounds, but there were subtle movements taking place both beside him bilaterally and even on the surface of the skin of his chest.

Now that he was aware of it, he recognized that Becca and Sue each had their head on his chest. His arms were around each of them, and by virtue of the fact that there was slight but constant changes in the contours of the contact with his skin, both girls must be awake and communicating in some fashion.

Marsh decided it was time to allow the light of the morning to pierce the shadows behind his eye lids. Ever so slowly he separated his upper and lower eye lashes, allowing the ambient light to illuminate the features of his surroundings.

Directly above was the prominent almost white mass surface of the bedroom ceiling. Lowering his view, without moving his head, Marsh could see the top of a flowing river of red hair, and loose curls of golden highlights adorning top of the other beautiful girl.

Neither of the ladies seemed to be aware Marsh had awakened. With his eyes open, Marsh combined the visual observations with the physical movements he felt, and realized Becca and Sue were sharing a warm good morning greeting in the form of a kiss. Marsh could also sense that the kiss was becoming more sensually stimulating with the passing of time. Each of the participants above him had an arm draped across Marsh, and a hand doing extensive explorations of the hard female body that was on the other side.

Marsh re-closed his eyes and tried in vain to remain relaxed. – Not gonna happen! One of the combatants poised on his chest noticed the activity of the informant at the apex of Marsh's inner thighs. He just couldn't keep that guy out of the action!

"Hmmm," Sue hummed. Her hand slid down Marsh's slightly rippled abdomen and lifted the offending appendage. "Looky what we have here." She softly whispered. 

"Oooouuuuuw!" Answered Becca. "That thing sure did a number on me last night. ... No wait, it did a number IN me last night! And what a spectacular number that was!"

"I noticed!" responded Sue. "And what you were too preoccupied to see, was the three wringing wet bitches beside you that were desperately pounding themselves into oblivion watching you get taken to new heights in the stratosphere. Girl, I was in heaven just watching you go there."

Marsh felt Becca's head move as she altered her view of Sue. "Maybe you should roll that tight little body of yours over this direction, and mount that stud yourself. It looks to me like it's ready to be ridden."

"Are you sure you're OK with that? I don't want to horn in on your personal territory."

"Oh my god Sue, this man has more than enough love in him than all of us together can use up in our lifetime. You just get yourself in the saddle and ride. I'll get mine again when I recover from last night. I'll have you know, it's a good kind of sore, a happy sore, pleasantly fulfilled sore. But I think by the time I'm ready to ride again, (maybe tonight) there'll be time for you, and mom, and Jenni, and even Marguarita to get your fill. Give that thing a go!"

Becca paused thoughtfully. "Marguarita. ... I bet that little gal is a hurricane wrapped in a tiny soft little shell. I hope she and Marsh are lovers, too. I whanna watch that."

"I'll have to charge you extra for the front row seats, missy." Came a soft response in the doorway. "That Doktor Marsh has been seeing to this old lady's needs for many years. He's been away now for nearly four years, and this old lady is needing to ride again. SOON! Doktor Sue, you better get you some while the getting is good. Obviously Becca has the same unselfish and sharing nature our Becky had. You and me sweetie, we are vaarrry lucky women!"

"You are so right, Mama." Sue was in the process of rolling on top of Marsh. 

Marsh had still not said a word, and his eyes had not given away the fact that he was awake. Marguarita sold him out. "You girls should know that my Marshall is awake for some time now. I know this man since he is a teenager. I worked for his mother, and now for him. And I love him to pieces. He is lying there basking in the nice things we are saying about him. Do not take too long now. I have breakfast almost ready, and I don't want it to have to get cold."

Now Marsh had a reason to at least speak. "Come over here and give me my wake up kiss, Mama. You know I wake up much happier when YOU kiss my sleep away."

Marguarita entered the room, crawled on top of Becca, planted her sensual lips over Marsh's, and gave him a long passionate kiss.

"MMmmmmmm," hummed Marsh. "I may live through this day yet, with resuscitation like that."

As Marguarita moved back from Marsh's face, she stopped only inches away, and lowered her lips on Becca's. The two of them shared a passionate tongue curling kiss, before Marguarita slipped off the bed, and turned to head back to the kitchen. "You three better make this a quickie, she advised. I'm almost ready to dish up the food out here." Her words faded as she walked out the door.

"Oh...My...God!" Becca's startled voice almost shouted. "She's a ball of fire! I want some more of that!"

"And you will get it, sweet pea." Came the reply from the kitchen door. "Just not right now. Mama has work to do, if she's going to be ready to get on the airplane with you." Marguarita stopped and turned in the kitchen doorway. "Doktor Marsh? You are taking Mama with you this time, yes? I already called Rosie last night and told her she was needed to take my place here at the ranch. She'll be here in about half of an hour."

"Oh God, I love this woman!" Marsh sighed. "My life would be in complete ruins if my mother had not brought her into it."

"You need to remember this Doktor Marsh." Mita was already back in the kitchen, but she had ears that missed nothing in the whole house. "Mama's the one that takes care of you baby. Becca and Doktor Sue will help me, but I'm your Mama, now and always. And Becca, you don't need to worry. Mita has plenty of lovin for you, too."

Sue and Becca couldn't help themselves. It seemed that laughter was the way of life here at the Mitchel Ranch, wait, was it the Mitchel Ranch, or "Marguarita's Village"? It didn't much matter. One thing was for sure, happiness was the way of life for this family.

Sue was impaled on Marsh's hard cock. She had been for the duration of the Marguarita Show. Now she got serious. Marsh was thrusting his cock upwards each time she rocked backwards. Her hot wet pussy was squelching with each stroke.

Becca moved into a position where she could kiss and suck on Sue's sensitive nipples, and she slipped her hand between Marsh and Sue, and started to massage Sue's hard clit. "Oh yes!" Sue cried out, as the stimulation sent her into her first orgasm. 

Marsh and Becca continued exactly what they were doing, and Sue climaxed two more times in rapid succession. As her fourth orgasm began to peak, her pussy started to spasm, and it clamped down on Marsh's sensitive cockhead. That was the final straw, and the proverbial camel's back broke. What actually happened was that Marsh's balls contracted and hot white cum spurted out the tip of his cock, and splashed the inside of Sue's superheated, cock-sucking pussy.

"Ahhhhhh," Marsh breathed. "Do we have to go back to work? I wanna just stay right here, and let you beautiful ladies have your way with me forever. God you two are good to me."

"Do y'all think you might be able to take a little break in the action and have some of this here grub mama has fixed?" Rosalea stood with one hand on her hip, and one on the door frame. She was smiling at the three lovers on Marsh's bed. "It's sure good to see ya brother. Mama's been fussing and whining about you being gone so long. It's been almost impossible to live with the little witch."

Marsh wrapped Sue in his arms and took her with him as he sat up on the bed. His head turned toward the door. "Rosie! How the hell you been little sister? Come over here and give your big brother some lovin. You know Sue, but this gorgeous redhead is Becky's twin, Rebecca Andrews. Becca, this is Marguarita's daughter Rosalea. I don't know if she took her mom's name back when her worthless POS (piece of shit) husband left, but then it doesn't much matter. She's still my little sister, and if I ever hear that damned dirt bag is giving her any more trouble, I'll turn that fucker into bait and load up a couple of bear traps."

"Alllllrighty then. Becca dragged out. "Do you suppose you could tell us how you really feel, Marsh?" Sue and Becca started to laugh.

"OK," Marsh replied. "The last time that ass-wipe was out here, he started to yell at Rosie and then he hit her. I knew he had beat her up pretty bad a couple of times already, so I decided it was time to draw the line. He came out here with a couple of his buddies, set on taking Rosie back to town with him, so I left one of them pretty much alone so he had a driver. Then I did a little remodeling work on the other two.

Pacco the pig limped back to the truck with both eyes swollen shut. His nose was broken. His right shoulder was dislocated, and I'm pretty sure there were four or five busted ribs.

His big tough buddy had a glass jaw, and was a big wuss. I hit him once; he went down with a broken jaw, and missing a couple of teeth. He was smarter than Pacco, he stayed down.

"I told Pacco if he ever touched my little sister again, I'd kill him. To the best of my knowledge he went back to South America, and hasn't been in California since. I have friends in the immigration offices, and if he shows up I'll know." 

Rosie was smiling. "You shoulda been here for that," she began. Pacco called me out from the driveway. I went to tell him to leave, and Marsh was coming down the steps when Pacco grabbed my arm and slapped me in the face. Marsh crossed that lawn in about two seconds."

"Those guys thought that everyone was afraid of them 'cause Juan Pablo was a gorilla. He stood about six foot six and he weighed about two sixty and no fat. Marsh was NOT impressed. I was afraid at first. I thought they were going to hurt Marsh, but he took them down before they knew what buzz saw they had run into."

"They tried to file charges on Marsh, but his sheriff buddies heard what happened and they told Pacco he better leave town or Marsh would probably kill him. As it was, I thought Marsh was gonna do it the first time. He was MAD! I don't care who you are or how big you are you better not piss off my big brother."

Becca said, "I'll keep that in mind."

"I remember that day," Sue added. I was here. Marsh was wound up tighter than a drum for a couple of hours after that. We had to soak him in the hot tub, and give him some strawberry-rhubarb pie to help him get relaxed. 

"As I recall there was some very physical 'therapy' involved, as well." Marsh added. "And I'm NOT complaining."

"I think you better get up now and get a quick shower," Rosie piped up. "Mama is already starting to put stuff on the table."

Marsh, Becca, and Sue, made quick work of getting hosed down and dried. They came out to the kitchen naked, and just barely escaped the wrath of Mama. Breakfast was simple but delicious. Everyone had plenty to eat, and then they went to where their clothes were and got dressed for the trip back to work.

Marsh called Helen Jones at the car dealership and apologized for not being able to make it in this morning, and assured her that they were still going to need the new van and SUV. He would find another day later in the week to come in and make a deal.

Rosalea and Marsh went over a few details about what she was going to do, and what she was going to get paid for running the ranch, and Marguarita was ready to leave with everybody by the time they were finished.

Marsh, Sue, and Marguarita had each packed a few clothes in a suitcase, and everyone headed up towards the hanger. Well everyone except Marsh, and Marguarita. Mama had taken Marsh by the arm and walked him back to his bedroom.

"You need to take something else with you, Mi hijo. Mita explained. She stepped into Marsh's closet and opened the small drawer where Marsh kept a few pieces of jewelry and some small keepsakes. Marsh saw an envelope there that he didn't remember and when he picked it up, there were three small ring boxes under it.

"What is this?" Marsh looked at Marguarita suspiciously.

"Needful things, Mi hijo, needful things. My brother knew that someday you would need these things so last year he started to make them. He finished them a few weeks ago, and asked me to bring them up here so you would have them when you needed them. I think now is time. Open the letter."

Marsh tentatively folded the flap of the envelope back and took out the letter.

"Mi Hermano," it began. "The first box to open is the little wooden one. I made you a gold chain so you could wear Becky's wedding ring and Elise's little gold band around your neck, and close to your heart, forever."

Margarita's brother was a jewelry maker, and Marsh had commissioned him to make Becky's original wedding ring, and then a little gold band for Elise's seventh birthday. The little gold band was quite simple, but Elise had asked daddy for a gold ring for her birthday, and she loved it.

Marsh had designed Becky's engagement ring and wedding band to be a one of a kind. The engagement ring had a modest sized sapphire on top with three little diamonds on each side. The wedding band was a simple small band with eight small diamonds that wrapped around the sapphire and hugged the other diamonds. It was simple but beautiful, and Becky loved that ring.

She had asked Marsh for a plain gold band to wear for work, so the pretty ring could stay home and safe. Marsh had kept all of them, and now Carlos had put them on a continuous gold chain, big enough for Marsh to slip over his head and wear the memories. There was no opening or clasp in the chain to malfunction. Carlos had welded the links of the chain closed so there would be no accidental opening and loss.

"The next box is for you to wear when you find your new love. It is the red box. I know you are crushed right now my brother, but I know some day you will love again. I made the band of pure platinum. I know your soul is pure, Marsh. The accents are little hearts made of gold, because your heart is made of gold. The center stone is an emerald that I cut myself. It has a tiny flaw on one side to tell of your great sorrow. The two little sapphires one on each side, I cut from one perfect stone. Those will always be a sign that although you have found a new love, you will never forget the two perfect loves that you lost."

Marsh had to quit reading and Mita handed him some tissue to wipe away the tears. Marsh opened the red box and was awestruck by the simple elegance of the gleaming new ring.




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When he had control again Marsh continued to read.

"The last box is the blue one. Marsh, I want you to have this for your new bride. I know that someday you will have one and I can only hope that both you and your new love will like this. It is much like Becky's ring that you designed. I put the other half of the emerald that I cut for your ring, on top with the tiny flaw. I put two more small sapphires on each side. I cut them from one as well. Your new love should know and share the memory of the love you once shared. I feel this in no way disrespects your new love, or cheapens her value. It only reminds her of the depths that your love has reached."

"Thank my sister for giving these to you from me. I pray I will get to see you happy again someday, my brother."

Carlos.

Marsh opened the wooden box again and slipped the chain over his head.

"Let's go Mita. The others are waiting. Is Carlos still in Durango, Mita? I need to see him and thank him in person. This gift is priceless."

"Si, Mi hijo. Carlos still makes fine jewelry for wealthy clients in his shop in Durango. His work is very good, and people pay him well to make their custom pieces. He was so proud that you asked him to make the first rings, and when he heard of your loss he wanted to offer you a gift to help you heal, Mi hijo."

"You tell him his wish is coming true, Mama. I will go and tell him as soon as I can. I love the new rings, and I think Becca will love her new ring, too."

Marguarita smiled at Marsh. "I knew when you got here and introduced her to me Mi hijo. I knew she was the one. That is why I did not want you to leave without the rings. When will you ask her, Marsh? Soon I hope. You need that girl beside you Mi hijo. Don't let her get away. Remember when you first met Becky and you let that other guy get a chance to take her out, because you were too busy? I wanted to blister your butt."

"What do you mean you wanted to? You did blister my butt. And remember how Becky laughed at me when you told her about it? You were always trying to get me in trouble, Mama."

Marsh and Marguarita laughed all the way up to the helipad. Jimmy and Rick had helped Becca get the helo out of the hanger. She could have just flown it out, but since they had time, they took it out and did a thorough walk around inspection while they waited for the two stragglers.

Marsh looked at Marguarita; he smiled and asked her, "Would now be a good time, Mama? What do you think about right now before we leave?"

"Oh yes Mi hijo. Now is a very good time." Marguarita beamed.

"Good time for what? Are we going to load up and make leaving sounds, now?" asked Becca.

"Soon enough," Marsh replied as he took Becca's hand and led her into the hanger. Marsh had a big overstuffed chair in this hanger, but no couch, and no area rug. He led her back to the chair, turned her around, and gave her a gentle push. Becca plopped down in the chair.

Marsh turned and looked at Trish, who was standing right next to Sue. "Would you two come over here and sit on the arms of the chair beside Becca?" he asked.

"OK." Marsh had everyone's attention. "It seems all of us here have had life bending experiences over the last few days. Most of them were pleasant surprises for several of us. Marguarita just pulled another one out of the hat for me, and I want to share it."

Becca was looking intently at Marsh. "What's with the new gold chain? You didn't have that on the last time I saw you."

"A little impatient, are we? I said I was going to share." Marsh reached up and pulled the lower part of the chain out from under his shirt.

"Marguarita' s brother Carlos is a jewelry maker. He works out of a little shop in Durango, Mexico." Marsh paused. "I asked Carlos to make me a custom set of rings for my Becky. He did. Then a few years ago I asked him to make a special little ring for Elise. She had asked her daddy for a ring for her seventh birthday. Carlos made a beautiful ring for a beautiful little girl."

"Last year Carlos asked Marguarita to send him those rings. He knew I had kept them. He took the rings and made this continuous gold chain for them. The chain has no opening or clasp, so it will never accidently come off. Mita gave it to me just before we came out of the house, and I plan to wear it most of the time. I can't think of a reason I would ever take it off, in fact. If anyone wants to see Becky and Elise's rings, you'll just have to get close to me. I'm keeping them close to my heart."

Marsh paused and took a couple of deep breaths. "Trish, Sue I want to ask the two of you if you're OK with me having Mita read the letter that Carlos wrote to me."

Sue and Trish got blank looks on their faces and Sue asked; "Why in the hell should we care?"

"Please tell me it's OK." Marsh insisted.

"It's OK with me, Marsh," answered Trish. "I don't know why you need my permission, but I've told all of these people that I trust you completely, so go for it."

Sue looked at Trish then at Becca. "I hope this letter explains this moment better than you have so far, Marsh. I trust you as well. I've known you longer than everyone here, except Mita and if she thinks the letter is suitable for mixed company I'm OK with it. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't read it if she thought it was bad for anyone."

Marguarita began reading the letter. Everyone nodded as she repeated her brother's words. 

Mita paused before starting the second section of the letter. "This is going to be show and tell." Marsh said as he pulled the red box out of his pocket. He handed the box to Rick, and asked Rick to pass the box around, as Marguarita read.

There were several gasps, and someone said, "Oh wow! That's beautiful."

Jenni was the last person to get a chance to see the platinum ring. When she was satisfied she had seen enough, she handed the box back to Marsh. And Mita stopped reading until Marsh had his ring back in his pocket.

"If anyone had told me last week, that any of this would have been happening today I'd have told that person they were dead wrong, and crazier than a loon. Mita," Marsh said in a loving whisper. "Would you read the last part of the letter to Becca? The rest of you are welcome to listen in, but the last part of Carlos' letter is for me and to Becca."

Marguarita beamed back at Marsh. "You honor me Mi hijo. I am very pleased to read this to Becca." As Marguarita read the last part of the letter all of the females were crying. 

When she finished the letter Marsh knelt in front of Becca on one knee, and opened the box. "Rebecca Marie Andrews, Will you marry me? Will you wear these rings and help me honor the memory of my lost loves while we build a new and lasting love?"

Becca had her head in her hands. Her mouth hung open and though she was truly speechless, she nodded her head.

Trish was the first person to catch her voice. "Daughter of mine," she said. "If you don't tell that man yes, I'm gonna beat you to a long and bloody death!"

Becca let herself fall forward out of the chair and wrapped her arms around Marsh's neck. "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times YES!" she was finally able to say.

Marsh lifted Becca with him as he stood up. He took the engagement band out of the box and slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly. "Did Carlos have some insight none of the rest of us had?" She asked. "How could he know my ring size, and fit me so perfectly?"

The only explanation I can think of is he made the ring to fit Becky, and figured I could have it sized if I needed to." Marsh answered.

The girls all gathered around Becca and pawed her hand looking at the ring.

Jimmy stepped over to Marsh. "Looks like my plan worked, eh?"

"Yer a dirty rotten scoundrel, is what y'are." Was Marsh's response.

Rick stepped over to Jimmy and shook his hand. "Don't ya just love it, when a plan comes together buddy?"

Marsh stood and watched the group mingle for a few more minutes, and thought to himself. I'm not sure Doctor Mitchel, but if you aren't the luckiest dude in the world, you're having one hell of a nightmare, 'cause when you wake up, if this didn't happen you're gonna really be screwed up in the head. 

Marsh squatted down on his heels and motioned for Wolf. "Our lives just made a HUGE switch-a-roo buddy. We're gonna see some biiiiig changes."

Wolf cocked his head and whined. Then he got up, ran over to the helo, and hopped in the back door.

Marsh laughed. "So ya think we should run, while we have the chance 'ol pal? How far do you think we could get, before Jimmy sends out the Hornets my friend? We're roped in Wolf. Roped in, hog-tied and we're about to be branded. And ya know what? I'm pretty sure we're gonna love it. Look at that beautiful redhead over there Wolf. She loves me. Now all we gotta do is get ourselves home and figure out how it all works. "

Wolf watched Marsh intently, cocking his head back and forth, and raising his eye brows. When Marsh finished talking, Wolf whined again and let out a short friendly bark. "Yeah pal. I know. You've never lived this kind of life, but take my word for it. It's gonna be a sweet life." Wolf whined again.

"I pretty much hate to mention this my friends," Marsh spoke pretty loudly from the helipad. "I'm thinken maybe, we oughta load-em up, and head on outta here."

Becca was the first to respond. She came running out and threw herself into Marsh's arms. "OK my prince. I'll go anywhere with you. I'm your wench, and I'll be at your beck and call forever."

Marsh held Becca and turned just a bit so he could look at the rest of the family walking towards the helo. "Y'all heard that, right? My beck and call girl, forever."

"Ha!" was the first thing Marsh heard from Jenni. "I bet you're gonna be pussy whipped inside of a week, sucka. She's gonna put together a hunny-dew list as long as your arms can reach. I've seen what happens to an ugly man that hooks up with a beautiful girl. You're done for buckwheat. D-U-N F-O-A-R!"

Marsh held Becca in his arms as he turned towards Wolf again. "Didja hear that, buddy? She seems ta think we're in a spot of trouble. Does this look like trouble Wolf? Do you think I made a big miscalculation? I think she's too pretty to be that much trouble, right boy? Way too pretty."

Becca planted about a half dozen kisses all over Marsh's face. "Let's go home my love. Take me home!"

Marsh set Becca back on the concrete. "I think I should point out the obvious. There's eight of us going back to the Gulfstream. That's no problem for the Gulfstream, but there's only seven seats here in the 407. A couple of us are gonna be real cozy for the trip to the airport. If Jimmy wants to sit up front and fly this thing, Becca and I can sit in the back and scrunch tight with Mita."

"Marsh," Rick immediately responded. "You and Becca are the pilots in this family. You two take the front seats and take us to the airport, then fly us home. Jimmy and I can cuddle up with Marguarita just fine. If Jimmy doesn't want to help me, I'll keep her all to myself. I don't think this pretty little lady will be a burden at all."

Marguarita smiled up at Rick. "You smooth talker, you. I bet you say that to all the girls, don't you? What? You think you might get lucky? This old gal's got skills, you dirty old man. You better be careful. How's your cardiac output doing these days?"

The group broke into a fit of laughter again. Jimmy looked at Rick, then at Marguarita, then back at Rick. "I think she's got your number, my friend. That little lady just called your bluff."

Rick shook his head. "Marsh, I think I can figure out where you got this gal from, but how on God's Green Earth did you secure the services of this firecracker. We're gonna need a stronger fort!"

Marguarita had climbed into the cabin of the helo. Now she turned around and faced Rick, who was standing on the concrete pad. She put her hands on each side of Rick's face and planted a loud sloppy kiss on his lips.

"You just keep it up Meestar Rickky! Mita's gonna make you reeelly glad your mama brought you into theece world!" Marguarita drug that statement out for all she was worth, and accentuated the mis-pronouncement of her words. Her hands were lightly patting Rick's cheeks, and the look on her face was priceless.

The look on Rick's face was even better. He was an information specialist. He knew his way around personnel details, and he was a wiz at figuring out what people were capable of. Marguarita Rosario was like no one he had come across in his life.

Everyone loaded themselves into the helo, and Marguarita snuggled down in Rick's lap. Rick was tall and thin, and Marguarita was just a tiny slip of a thing. The seat belts snugged up around both of them together with strap to spare.

Marsh wound up the rubber bands, and the rotors began to turn. Marsh lifted off the pad, and turned towards the hills. He flew over to Elise's rock, and hovered in place to show it from the air. A little alteration in the pedal pressures and the helicopter turned first to the right, then to the left so everyone got a good look. Marsh took a deep cleansing breath, and then put some back pressure on the cyclic as he lifted the collective. As the chopper lifted and backed away from the hillside, Marsh whispered, "Bye, bye for now baby girl. I'll be back to see you later."

"Are you OK to fly?" Becca asked softly.

"I'm fine." Marsh replied. "I didn't tell all of you yesterday, because I couldn't. Becky and Elise's ashes are buried under that rock. It was a special place for us. This was my first time back since they were put in there. Marsh felt Marguarita's hand on his shoulder.

Marsh took another deep breath, and blinked his eyes a couple of times. He spun the helicopter a hundred and eighty degrees, leaned forward on the cyclic, and flew out of his valley. There was a long day ahead, and Marsh didn't know the half of it.

The flight to the airport was quick and uneventful. Morgan was turning the Gulfstream around with Marsh's NMC 60 tug. He'd topped the fuel tanks off, and had the interior serviced yesterday afternoon, so all that was left was for Marsh and Becca to pre-flight the aircraft, and fly it home.

Marsh and Becca walked around the plane and talked about the points in their preflight inspection. Morgan disconnected the tug and drove it back into the hangar. Jimmy and Rick had taken the suitcases out of the 407, and Jimmy opened the baggage door under the Gulfstream.

"You realize those could go in the cabin with us?" Marsh reminded him.

"Yeah, but this is easier than carrying them up the stairs." Jimmy replied. "Not like it's a big deal either way." Jimmy finished as he threw his own and Rick's bags in with the suitcases.

As they walked up the steps, Marsh asked, "Hey Mama? You gonna induct Uncle Ricky into the mile high club this morning?"

Marguarita stopped in her tracks, turned around on the step, and smacked Marsh right in the face. "You little snot!" She barked. "What I'm going to do to Uncle Ricky is none of your damn business. You just keep yourself busy up in that cockpit, and let mama be."

"Whoa, now hot shot!" Becca smirked. "I guess mama has got your number, too."

Marguarita cradled Marsh's face in both hands. "Not to worry. Mi hijo knows mama loves him." With that she planted a kiss on each of his cheeks and then a warm one on his lips. "I do love you baby." She finished as she turned back up the stairway and walked into the plush cabin.

Marguarita walked forward with Marsh and Becca, and checked out the cockpit. Then while the two of them got into their seats, and buckled up, she walked back through the cabin and checked out the aft cabin and the nice big bed. After sitting down and bouncing on the mattress a couple of times Marguarita came back up to the front. "Doktor Marsh!" She gushed. "This is very nice. Why you didn't get mama one of these sooner. Mama can travel very nice in this airplane." 

Becca laughed. "Marsh was trying to keep mama locked away on the ranch so he could have her all to himself." She chuckled.

"You got that right, sweetheart. This boy knows a good thing when he gets it. Mama is MINE!" Marsh was watching the reaction on Marguarita's face.

"In your dreams, little boy child. In your dreams." She paused then continued, "I know, I know. Mama takes good care of her mi hijo. Now she has to add Rebecca and the rest of this crazy family, too."

Marguarita was the last one to take a seat, and buckle up. 

Marsh and Becca went through their pre-start check list, then the preflight list. Becca rolled the plane onto the taxiway and over to the end of the runway. Both of them were especially observant of what was going on around them, since the control tower at San Bernardino International Airport (SBD) was not manned. Marsh advised local traffic on the Unicom frequency, and after Becca lifted off, Marsh called the radar center and activated a flight plan.

Flying home was mostly uneventful. Becca did a couple of barrel rolls while she was climbing out to her cruise altitude, and she cruised at almost Mach one, instead of the sedate .92 that Marsh had cruised on the way out. 

Jenni and Sue sat at a table with Trish and peppered her with questions about Jimmy, Rick, the Turner ranch and the companies that they were going to be providing services for.

Trish plied them for all she could learn about Marsh and the daughter she had lost and would never get to know.

In less than three hours Becca was advising everyone to take their seats, buckle up, and get ready for landing. It was very obvious that Becca knew what she was doing. She greased the landing, and taxied over to her hangar like she had been doing it all day every day of her life.

Tommy had the Bell 230 out on the apron, and everyone got out of the jet and stretched a little before they climbed into the helo. Becca told Marsh she wanted to see if he could fly the larger helo, so he did. Landing it on top of the Turner office building, Marsh set the landing gear on the pad, and backed the helicopter into the hanger, before he shut down the engines. "Show-off!" Becca chided.

Jimmy didn't keep armed personnel on the roof full time, but there was always someone there in time to open the door and help with bags or whatever. 

There were a few potted plants up on the roof, around the helipad. When he got out of the helo, Wolf went straight to one of those plants and proceeded to water it for an extended time. "What's the matter Wolf?" Trish asked when he finally made his way down into the penthouse. "Marsh won't let you use the airplane bathroom?"

Wolf put his head under Trish's hand and conned her into a little bit of lovin.

Jimmy had called ahead from the plane, and had one of the security guys bring some Chinese take-out to the penthouse. It had just arrived when they got there so everyone had a good lunch. There was pleasant conversation around the table, and plenty of joking around. Everyone kinda stretched out their meal, because they all knew it was time to get back to work, and that meant a whole bunch of new tasks.

There were electricians, A/V techs, and computer wizards working on moving all the electronics from the first floor executive offices to the new locations on the sixth floor. Marsh had given instructions to the right people before they had left yesterday, and the guys and gals were making great progress.

Rick agreed to take Marguarita on a tour of the building, and then he would give her a ride out to the ranch, and show her the new house where she would be living with Marsh, Becca and Trish.

Marsh walked across the lawn and the hotel parking lot with Trish as she returned to the Best Western Turner Inn, for the first time in four days. As they approached the side door Trish asked Marsh if he still had the card key for the room she had given him on Friday when he first checked in.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 04



"Yeah,... I think it's in my wallet. Did you need to get it back right away? Or are you just checking. After all girl, your father gave me the whole damn hotel. Since it's mine now I should be able to have a room key if I want one, no?" 

"Of course, silly." Trish smiled up at him. "I want to use your room."

"OK, I.....OH! OK." The light came on in Marsh's brain, as he caught her drift. Now Marsh smiled. "And hell yes, I want!"

Marsh opened the door to the hallway and led Trish to the suite he had checked into last week. He followed Trish into "his" suite, where Trish stopped just inside the door. She stretched on her tip-toes and proceeded to try to polish Marsh's tonsils.

Marsh's hands couldn't keep still, they were all over Trish's back....And front....And....Marsh picked Trish up off the floor and carried her into the bedroom, where they proceeded to try to maintain physical contact while removing each other's clothes. Then with one hand behind her back, Trish figured out how to turn back the bedspread, blanket and top sheet.

Marsh gave Trish a gentle push, and she was on her back at the edge of the king sized bed. Marsh dropped to his knees, and proceeded to adjust Trish's legs so he could fit between them at the very top. 

"Mmmmm." Marsh hummed. "I love eating a good dessert after lunch. This goes with Chinese, Italian, Mexican, or even a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"Shut up and eat!" Trish commanded. "And feel free to use your hands. Forks and spoons are NOT needed."

As Marsh activated both hands, his lips, and his tongue, he thought for a minute he had been transported to Southern Africa...was this Victoria Falls? No, couldn't be. The Zambezi River runs cold, and this gal was definitely HOT! Sure tasted sweet, though. Great dessert!

Marsh's lips closed around Trish's clit. His tongue lashed back and forth across the sensitive little nub, and the index and middle finger of his right hand strummed her G-spot like a rock guitarist. Trish may well have been physically lying on a bed, in the Best Western Turner Inn, but as Marsh rocked her world with multiple orgasms, she had NO clue where she was.

After more climaxes than she could keep count of, Trish pushed on the offending head of hair, which was attached to the face, responsible for the attack. "Oh My God, Marsh! Please stop. Please! Pleeeeeaaaassse SSSTTTTTOOOOPPPPP!" One more orgasm ripped through Trish before Marsh let her try to relax and catch her breath.

Marsh stood up, and picked up Trish's quivering body. "Let's see if we can do this another way, shall we?" he asked as he turned her a quarter turn and placed her in the middle of the bed this time.

"Oh Dear." Trish sighed. "I don't know if I'll survive much more of this treatment..."she paused. "But I'll try, if you really want me to."

Marsh lay down on the bed beside her, and pulled Trish on top of his body. He reached down between them, and positioned the head of his cock at the soft, hot, slit, that he had just been drinking from.

His hips lifted off the bed, and rocked upwards. The length of his shaft slipped into Trish, and the tip of his cockhead brushed her cervix. Marsh stopped moving and Trish's pussy muscles lightly tightened around him.

She started to rock back and forth slowly, gradually increasing her speed and distance. As she did, Marsh began to match her level of enthusiasm with the movement of his hips. It wasn't long before Trish started to quiver a little then her body began to shake uncontrollably as her pussy clamped down on Marsh's cock. 

It was all Marsh could take as well. His balls contracted, and shot after shot of hot sperm gushed into the depths of the scalding hot love tunnel he was impaled inside of.

The spent lovers lay unmoving in the middle of the bed till they could start to breathe somewhat normally again.

"Well girl," Marsh looked up into Trish's beautiful blue-green eyes. "Do you think you're ready to go back to work, yet?"

"Holy Moses!" Trish gasped. "Go back to work? I don't know if I'll ever walk again, Marsh. You have NO IDEA what you just did to me. I thought daddy rocked my world yesterday in the airplane. You just exploded it in nuclear reactor proportions. My God Marsh! What on earth will you do for an encore?"

"Aaaah, let's not worry about that right now. Let's get up and take a shower. I don't want to put a crimp in your style, but I worked up a sweat, and I think if I don't get a little of the perfume off, somebody may think I've been sexually harassing my VP."

"You have, Marsh, and believe me, I will NOT be telling the folks in HR. This was all mine and I ain't telling nobody."

Marsh and Trish got off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. Trish stopped at the toilet while Marsh went into the shower, and adjusted the water temperature.

There was no bidet in the hotel bathroom, but the shower had a hand wand, for handicapped guests. Trish used it to wash out the combined juices their lovemaking had left in her very satisfied pussy. 

They dried each other, and Marsh used the blow drier on Trish's hair. Marsh had stripped Trish's clothes off of her before he got her panties too wet, so she was able to put those back on as they both got dressed. Marsh and Trish left the housekeeping needed card on the door, as they walked up to the office.

When they walked in, Trish's assistant manager was busy in the office. She looked up at the two newcomers, and did a double take.

"Look at you, girlfriend!" She beamed. "He got you good, didn't he? You're glowing like a Roman Candle, babe. You obviously needed that." 

Trish turned bright red, in an instant. "That obvious?" she asked sheepishly. "Oh girl, if you only knew."

"Hey," Marsh complained. "You said you wouldn't kiss and tell." 

They chatted for a few minutes with Trish's assistant manager and Trish asked if she would like to take off for lunch. Trish offered to work the desk while she was gone. Marsh gave Trish a warm hug and kiss, and headed back across the lawn to the new glass office building.

Marsh got off the elevator on the sixth floor, just as a couple of cars pulled up in front of the hotel. Marsh walked down to his office, where there were new monitors being installed and hooked to the computers and surveillance systems. One of the techs started to give Marsh a little tour of what they had hooked up so far.

On Marsh's desk was a thirty two inch monitor which was already hooked into most of the system. Marsh watched as two men in civies got out of the first car, just as the monitor changed to the next camera. A uniformed police officer stepped out of the second car.

The normal progression was for the monitoring system to cycle through the outside/parking lot cameras, then to go through the inside ones. There were cameras in each of the hallways, two in the lobby, and two in the office.

Marsh sat at his desk. Wolf lay a little to Marsh's left, and back against the wall. He could care less what the computer guys were doing, or what Marsh watched on the monitors.

The system switched to the camera that was just a little way from the check-in desk. It showed a pretty good view of the men at the desk, and Marsh watched as the uniformed officer said something to the bigger and older looking of the two men in civilian clothes. Marsh saw recognition on the man's face as the view changed again.

Now Marsh had a clear view of Trish. The look on her face turned to terror as Marsh watched, and as the camera view changed again, Marsh saw Trish reach under the desk.

Immediately, the camera switched back to the view of Trish. The big man had his hand on her wrist. A loud buzzer/alarm went off, right here in Marsh's office. Marsh and Wolf went into action.

In the hotel lobby Officer Randy Bullock had recognized Trish, as Patty (the pussy) Jackson. When he pointed that out to Trevor Gordon, Trevor realized that the lady with the nametag saying her name was Trish, was in fact Patty, the girl from high school. She was also the girl that had filed charges on him eight years ago, and put him in prison for five years.

Trevor Gordon's brain tumbled through the history. He had been dating a chick named Kimberly Stratton. Kimberly was pretty hot, but she didn't put out, the way he wanted. Patty (the pussy) Jackson, on the other hand, was a slut. She was on her knees at the drop of a hat. Well, at the drop of a zipper anyway, and she was good at what she did. She wasn't always whining about having a guy go down on her. She just put out.

Then when he hooked up with her again eight years ago she tried to say she wasn't like that anymore, so when he pushed the issue, she had called the cops. Trevor was arrested and convicted, and got an eight year sentence. He was out in five, but this bitch needed a lesson. Trevor Gordon wasn't the guy to mess with.

Trevor and his cousin Tommy Martinelli had come up from New Orleans. Tommy's dad was related to some family guys in Los Angeles, and New York. They all had ties back to Sicily, and some of them were pretty bad dudes. Trevor's Aunt was married to Tommy's dad. Tommy's father and grandfather had sorta gotten out of the family businesses, and they had become pussies, they weren't tough family guys like his father Harold. Trevor's dad was a "made" man, and Trevor could pretty much do as he pleased.

Now this Patty, or Trish if that's what she called herself now, was gonna put out one more time and then Trevor was going to see that she didn't testify against him again. 

Trevor reached across the desk and grabbed Patty's wrist while he jumped up on top of the desk, and vaulted to the other side. "Come on over guys." Trevor called. "This bitch used to give really good head. Let's see if she can still put out."

Tommy and Randy hadn't really come in here for this, but they were here with Trevor, and it would be easier to go along with him than to explain why they wussed out on him. Tommy came over the desk first, and Randy followed.

Trevor was pushing the chick up against the wall. "Come on now, Patty Pussy!" Trevor yelled at Trish. "You took five good years out of my life. Now I'm gonna get something for my trouble and you ain't gonna put anybody away again, ever. You God damn bitch!"

Tommy you hold her on one side and Randy you hold the other. She's gonna blow me or I'm gonna face fuck her till she turns blue. Trevor had turned into somebody that neither Randy nor Tommy recognized, but this was getting exciting. What the hell. Why not have a little fun before the party tonight.

In the Turner office building next door, Marsh had only seen the hand on Trish's wrist. He had heard the panic alarm that Trish had pushed, and that was all he needed. His fight or flight switch had been flipped to the fight position.

Marsh went to his office door and yelled, "Jimmy, Becca, hotel office!" Marsh didn't wait to see if either of them was even here. He went out the side door, into the hallway. It was two steps to the fire door, with the crash bar hardware, and Marsh definitely crashed through it.

Marsh's new office was on the sixth floor. The stairwell was split into two flights of stairs with a landing between, from each floor to the next. There were eight steps between each landing, and steel guardrails on both sides of the stairs.

Marsh flew through the door on the top floor and launched himself into the stairwell. One foot landed on a step near the middle of the flight. His next landed on the landing below. Marsh grabbed the center steel railing and flung himself around to the next flight of stairs. Hitting one step near the middle he landed on the next landing.

Taking two leaping steps down each flight of stairs, Marsh was at the ground floor before even he could have expected. He hit the crash bar on the fire exit. The alarm went off as Marsh went out the door. 

Marsh's canine partner had matched him step for leaping step coming down the stairwell. His four legged assistant made it to the hotel door a couple of steps ahead of him, and had to wait for Marsh to grab the handles and swing the double glass doors wide open.

Wolf accelerated from a standing start much faster than his pokey two legged partner, and he left the lobby floor, about eight feet from the hotel's check-in desk. "Rescue Trish, Wolf!" Marsh had commanded as he came across the hotel lobby.

"Rescue!" was a command the big police dog knew. Marsh had sent him on rescues before. All four of Wolf's feet pushed off the top of the desk, and all four of them landed on the back of the uniformed police officer. Randy Bullock wasn't sure what hit him like a ton of bricks, but Wolf was not inclined to take time for formal introductions. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of the officer's neck and the big canine shook his head and shoulders.

One of the big dog's teeth ripped through Randy's external juggler vein, and blood started gushing down the officer's neck and chest. Wolf didn't stop at that. His powerful neck muscles twisted back and forth, as he shook the man's head violently. 

There was a crunching sound as the C2 and C3 vertebrae snapped, and Randy Bullock went limp.

Marsh was not really far behind Wolf, but rather than go over the desk, Marsh elected to try the office door. As he expected it was locked, but it was a hollow core door, and Marsh lost very little momentum crashing through. Leading with his left shoulder, Marsh converted the door into slivers of wood, and chunks of melamine.

Four years ago Marsh was an easy going emergency room physician. He almost never raised his voice, and a good football game was as violent as Marsh thought life should be. He had had very few fights in his life, and all of those had been when he was defending someone that was at an unfair disadvantage.

With what Marsh considered the murder of Becky and Elise there was a change in him. There was a dark side now. Where Marsh would probably have tried to resolve issues with negotiations before, he was now inclined to just eliminate the opposition. Unfortunately for Trevor Gordon, Tommy Martinelli, and indirectly for Officer Randy Bullock, Marsh was NOT inclined to negotiate now.

Tommy was the closest of the men to Marsh's point of entry, therefore the first to incur the wrath of the pissed off doctor. Both of Marsh's arms and hands went straight to Tommy's throat. Crossing the front of Tommy's neck, Marsh's left arm tightened and crushed the smaller man's air supply. Marsh's right hand crossed and the palm of his hand curved around Tommy's chin, with the fingers of Marsh's right hand wrapped around the right side of his jaw. That's not the most comfortable way to put your hands on another person, but it's a way to exert a tremendous amount of pressure in a direction that most humans never know.

Marsh's right forearm muscles contracted, pulling his wrist to a position above his own right shoulder. Marsh relaxed his left arm below his elbow and pushed forward with his upper arm. 

The last thing Tommy Martinelli saw was the angry face of Marshall Mitchel. Marsh re-gripped Tommy's face with his right hand. His left hand reached down and grasped Tommy's belt. In a smooth fluid motion Marsh lifted Tommy's lifeless body and tossed it over the hotel registration desk, and onto the slate tile floor. Tommy's skull cracked when it hit the floor.

The big canine released his prey about the same time Marsh released his, and both turned to the last man in line. "I've got him Wolf." Marsh called. 

In the fraction of a minute between Marsh coming through the door, and Trevor becoming a target, Trevor realized that all hell had broken loose, and he had released his grip on Trish. Trish slid down the wall and Trevor started to turn in the direction of the dog.

Wolf had already started to move towards the big man, and Marsh's words were lost on the big animal. His snarling jaws closed around a chunk of denim and flesh at Trevor's crotch. Trevor's scream got louder and higher pitched as Wolf's grip tightened.

As Wolf closed his jaw, Marsh's hands and arms followed nearly the same path around Trevor as they had around Tommy. Marsh's left elbow pushed a little harder into the bigger man's back, and his right arm jerked a little further to the right. The net result was the same, except that Trevor was bleeding profusely from his femoral artery, where Tommy's skin was mostly still intact. Marsh re-gripped Trevor by the belt and his neck, and repeated the smooth turning throw, with the same results.

The whole process, after Wolf and Marsh came through the side entrance of the hotel lobby had taken something less than sixty seconds. Trevor Gordon's body landed on the lobby floor in front of the arriving Becca and Jimmy. Becca checked for pulses. Nada!

Within a couple of minutes the lobby filled with guys and gals in black or charcoal tactical outfits, with weapons of every kind. 

Marsh turned back to the sobbing Trish. The uniformed police officer that had had the misfortune to become a target of Wolf lay on the floor in the corner of the office, where he'd left the body. Marsh turned into a loving caregiver again, and reached down and scooped Trish into his arms. 

Jimmy began giving security personnel instructions, and posts. There were three points of entry to the hotel lobby, and Jimmy assigned two armed sentries at each. Nobody came in without Jimmy or Marsh's permission.

Because there had been a uniformed police officer killed in this bizarre event, Jimmy was going to be damned sure he knew exactly who came through the doors. 

Jimmy also knew that though the hotel and his offices were outside the city limits, the county sheriff had the investigative authority but the local police chief was going to be one pissed off LEO. (law enforcement officer) Jimmy had been in the ring with him for many bouts in the past, and had won them all.

Jimmy called the sheriff on his cell phone and told him what was going on. They had known each other for a lot of years, and had worked together a lot. When Jimmy started telling him what happened at the hotel, his friend started to laugh. "This guy is your new CEO?" Bart repeated. "He's been here for how many days? He's killing who in your hotel lobby? Jimmy, I don't suppose you thought to break him in a little slowly, eh? Or was this his entrance exam? My God, Jimmy do you have any idea how much paper work this is gonna mean for the police department?"

Jimmy growled. "Only paperwork I'm gonna do is sign the coroners transport sheet when they come get these ass holes outta my hotel. That crooked rat bastard police chief can look at my security tapes and write his own fucking paperwork!"

"Oh my God Jimmy I just thought of something. Didn't you tell me this new guy of yours is a California LEO? Isn't he a county deputy or something? He's gonna have to fill out paperwork for his own department on those three hoodlums, too, isn't he.

Jimmy laughed. "Think of it like this, Bart. Marsh only killed two of them. His canine killed the other one. Ya think they'll make the damn dog fill out a bunch of forms? No, really Bart, we have the whole thing on several camera views, and they're all on digital disks. I can mass produce those things, and anyone who wants it on paper can transcribe their own fucking forms."

Marsh had carried Trish back into her old apartment. Nothing in it had changed. All the people who needed to know had been told she was going to be moving, but nothing had been done about it yet. She was sitting in Marsh's lap, and her sobs were beginning to slow down. Her uniform was torn to ribbons, as Trevor had tried to undress her. Her bra and panties were still intact. When he sat down, Marsh had grabbed a throw, and covered her. Partly in case anyone walked in, and partly to keep her warm. It was by no means cold, inside or out, but a traumatic event such as this can throw a person's metabolism all to hell.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 05



As with previous chapters of the story of Dr. Mitchel I'd like to start with a heartfelt THANK YOU! To RecHiker! He edited this chapter, inspired me, and has helped me stay focused. He's taken time from his BUSY schedule to advise me, and edit this chapter. 

I also want to say Thank you to my readers. Thank you even more to the readers who like the story and go to the trouble to tell me. Feedback is a great motivator. Knowing someone liked what I've written helps me want to continue. Also thank you to the readers who send constructive criticism. Writing to me and calling me names does nothing to improve the storyline or the writing. 

If you are looking for a story with quick, dirty, irresponsible, sexual encounters, this is not for you. This story is about loving relationships, and builds the characters in what I consider to be safe, loving situations. It does contain descriptions of graphic sexual encounters. Some of these are faded memories of certain portions of misspent youthful encounters. Others are complete fantasies and wishful thinking. All are intended to be entertaining. 

I readily admit to being an amateur, and I write mostly for my own entertainment. Believe me when I tell you I sometimes entertain myself way more than I should. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that gets edited out. Thank God for the delete button. I'm old enough to remember typewriters, carbon paper, and white-out. I wouldn't do this under those conditions. I've even owned an IBM Selectric, and a Xerox Memorywriter... With either of them this story would not exist. 

This story, the characters in it, the events described, and the activities of the characters are all figments of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real life, or actual people, is strictly coincidental. Some of the locations mentioned do in fact exist, and most of the inanimate objects are real. 

The characters that are involved with sexual encounters are/will be adults, over eighteen, and capable of making responsible decisions. 

References to the Morrisons or mention of certain characters are from RecHiker's story, The Morrisons, and are used with permission. 

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I hope you enjoy this chapter. 

Fat_Dad 

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Marshall Mitchel woke up tangled up in a web of... arms...and legs. Hmmm, seems there were some heads of hair, breasts, and nipples... a tangle of beautiful women, two redheads, a blond and a brunette. Marsh came to the conclusion he had died and gone to heaven. If this wasn't heaven, hell was a great place to be. 

Suddenly one of the redheads stirred. Movement of any specific part of the tangle was sure to produce additional movement from the rest of the web, since the web consisted of four separate torsos with the various mentioned parts attached. 

Thus a slight stir of the redhead closest to Marsh instigated a sudden exodus of all four of the beautiful women. The fact that there was a bathroom in two of the closets in the master bedroom, was nice enough, but immediately became an instant inconvenience at the same time. Two bathrooms was two bathrooms too few. Sue and Trish headed for bedrooms with fewer occupants, because they had not been as quick as Becca and Jenni. 

Fortunately there were enough toilets on the second floor to avert any real long lasting consequences, and there were no accidents. Marsh followed Becca into the back closet/bathroom, and then returned to the bed with her. The other three returned as well, and there was a lot of animated discussion of last evening's activities. No one was complaining, no one felt left out, all claimed to have enjoyed the evening. 

All too soon someone made the observation that they should all probably get out of bed, shower, and prepare for another day in the salt mines. 

Marsh, Becca and Jenni went to the big shower in the front bathroom to wash and dry each other. Trish and Sue went to the back bathroom to do the same. Sue and Jenni had to return to their own closets to get dressed, while Marsh, Becca, and Trish stayed in the master closet and got prepared for another day, and the varying levels of excitement it would produce. 

Marsh went down to the kitchen where Marguarita was preparing breakfast. Flap-jacks were the main entree. Most folks think flap-jacks and pancakes are pretty much the same thing. Not so! Or not the way Marguarita made them. Marguarita's flap-jacks had substance. They were made with whole grain flour, and contained fruits and/or veggies. This morning there were potato bits, and apple chunks. Toppings were only semi limited. Some fruits just go out of season in the USA, making them less convenient to serve, and Marguarita was not yet up to speed on the Turner produce department. 

Marsh was faced with only one dilemma. He had to eat breakfast with five beautiful women. Besides the four he slept with Marguarita sat down and joined them. Marsh determined that he would suffer in silence. That lasted about ten seconds, and then everyone joined in a lively conversation between bites. 

Marsh turned to Becca, and asked if she needed the helo today. It would be quicker and easier to take the Bell 230 to the airport, than to drive his truck. Since Becca was planning to work from the bull-pen today, she didn't see any need for keeping the helo here. 

Trish, Sue, and Jenni were going to all ride to work in Trish's new car, and Trish was under strict orders to stay at her corporate office unless she had Jimmy or a body guard that he had approved with her. Marsh had worked out details with Jimmy immediately after the attack in the hotel office. Trish was a little less than excited about the restrictions, but she was glad that Marsh and Jimmy wanted to keep her safe. 

After breakfast was finished everyone chipped in to help with clean-up and then exchanged hugs and kisses before heading out. 

Becca rode to the ranch hanger with Marsh and helped him get the helo out, and then she took his truck down to the bull-pen. Marsh sent Wolf with Becca. 

Marsh wound up the turbines, and left for the airport. He had called yesterday afternoon, and asked Tommy to get the Gulfstream ready for him to take it to California again. 

Marsh landed the helo next to the hanger at the airport, and checked the outside of the Gulfstream in a walk-around with Tommy. Under normal circumstances you would expect to see two pilots at the controls of the Gulfstream, but for this trip Marsh didn't want to tie up another pilot, so he decided to go to the effort to fly it by himself. 

Marsh went through the preflight checklist. It took a little longer to do it by himself, but all the systems checked out. Marsh lit the burners, called the tower, and taxied to the end of the runway. From here on out his flight plan was a duplicate of the one he had flown on Monday. Well, he skipped the little over water test run. 

Uncle joey had put a helipad in Mama Vicky's back yard, several years ago, so Marsh was going to take the 407, and skip the headaches of the Los Angeles freeway traffic. Morgan had the 407 out and ready for Marsh. Marsh had a few minutes leeway to still get to Mama Vicky's on time. He decided to arrive a few minutes early rather than chance some detour from LAPD, BUR, LAX, or whoever might throw something into the mix. (Los Angeles Police Department, Burbank International Airport, Los Angeles International Airport) 

Marsh skirted around most of the city itself by flying to the north over Pasadena, Glendale, and Sherman Oaks. He turned west and flew to his old neighborhood. There were a lot of newer homes built up to the west and north of where he had been raised, but Marsh had no trouble flying right to the Martinelli compound. Uncle Joey's helipad was unoccupied. It was big enough for Marsh's 407, and Uncle Joey's Sikorsky to both sit side by side. 

As Marsh set down, Mama Vicky came out and stood just outside her kitchen door to watch Marsh land. When Marsh picked up his computer bag and headed down the stairs towards the house, Mama Vicky ran up towards the pad, and threw her arms around Marsh, planting kisses all over his face. "Marshall Edgar!" She cried out. "Mama is so happy to see you! Come in, come in, and talk to Mama Vicky. Mario and my Victor will be here in about ten minutes. They can't stay a long time because Giuseppe, and Antonio are out from New York, and they are going to have some business meetings at the office this afternoon. Oh Marsh, it is so good to see you!" 

Marsh's mind raced. "Would Mama still say that when Marsh was finished telling her why he was here?" Marsh thought silently this time. And if the Martinelli brothers were here from New York, would Victor want Marsh to retell the reason for his visit to Antonio and Giuseppe? - Uncle Joey... Would Uncle Joey still be his biggest fan? Oh Shit! Marsh was nervous. There were way too many possibilities. 

Marsh came in the house with mama. He put his computer case down and went directly to Mama Vicky's cookie jar. "Marshall Edgar! I knew you weren't coming to see mama. You just haven't had any of mama's cookies in so long that you had to fly all the way out here from the IE to steal cookies. You have not changed a bit, except you are much bigger than my little Marshall used to be. But you are still as naughty as you ever were. I'm so glad to see you!" Mama put both hands on Marsh's cheeks and pulled his face down so she could plaster it with soft kisses. 

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It was mid-morning when one of the guys from Jackie's team called in. "The brunette cop from the Morrison's place came out to the trail a few minutes ago. She started talking to the woods. I think she wanted me to hear her, since she told the woods she wanted it to "give the girl I talked to yesterday a message." Anyway she wants that girl to call her. I'll leave that up to somebody that's a little above my pay grade, to decide who calls whom." 

Becca thanked her team member, and decided she would go ahead and give Joanna a call. Jimmy was at the main office, and Marsh was out in Los Angeles (or on his way to) so it left the executive decisions up to her. Since she and Marsh had talked about building a relationship, and possibly hiring Joanna, this would be another opportunity to expand that friendship. 

Becca looked up Dan Morrison's home phone number. Using a secure line she called and asked for Joanna. After a brief conversation about several things, Joanna told Becca that she was taking Tina Simpson and her children out to a park for the afternoon, so that the children could play somewhere that wasn't all cooped up inside a house. 

Becca decided to get another operative to go along, and she would run the security coverage herself. She gave Joanna a catch phrase that she could use that would let Joanna know she was there. Since there were possible identity complications she would change her appearance again to insure no one would recognize her. 

Becca knew Marsh would have a conniption fit if she tried to do a tail by herself, so she called Dale Nickson. Dale was a tall, older looking gentleman to first appearances. In actuality he was a retired SEAL. He also earned a nickname in the merc underground. Dale was happily married and lived close by. He didn't take assignments half way around the world anymore, but was still a very capable back-up, especially as an under-cover man. He didn't look like a "bad" guy. 

Becca made a quick run up to the house to change clothes, and put a few "picnic" items in a bag to carry. She took Marsh's truck back to the bull-pen. Becca had always been into sporty, high-performance cars, but this truck that Marsh seemed to like so much had something about it. She had no idea what it was, but she liked the feel of driving Marsh's truck. Becca knew what a horsepower to weight ratio was, what she didn't know was that Marsh had modified the truck, so that those numbers were better in his truck than a self-respecting European sports car. To Becca it just drove nice. 

Dale was at the bull-pen when Becca got back. They loaded some surveillance equipment in a beige, gold and green Eddie Bauer Edition, Ford Expedition. Jimmy Turner was NOT into the blacked out monster SUVs that so many government agencies used to advertise their presence. Jimmy's people drove around in soccer-mom or yuppie suburban house wife type vehicles. Nobody paid any attention to those, they were a dime a dozen. Unless you had a fiery red head super model type driving it, but that was why Becca had put on the disguise. 

Dale drove the Expedition, and Becca dialed in the frequency for the tracking device on the unmarked police Crown Vic that she knew Joanna was driving. The laptop computer screen showed that Joanna was at the Simpson's house, so Becca suggested they go out to "The Hole" and wait for her to head out. Becca knew that they wouldn't bother anyone by parking in the parking lot at her grandfathers "bar". There was already a team in place in the Simpson's neighborhood, as well as a police presence as set up by Sgt. Johnson. 

As Joanna drove out of town towards the private park on the north side, Becca had Dale follow a quarter to half mile behind. She really didn't have to tell Dale what to do. He was probably better at surveillance than she was. Becca was trained to fight, maim, and/or kill, and she could follow a target, but Dale was actually a lot more experienced in surveillance than Becca was. Hell, he was old enough to be her father, and had that much more surveillance experience. 

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Marsh sat at the breakfast bar eating cookies, and chatting with Mama Vicky while she finished the last little bit of food preparation. They both heard the Towncar pull up into the driveway, and Marsh distinctly heard four doors close. He knew that meant that Uncle Tony and Uncle Joey were with Mario, and Papa Victor. 

Marsh excused himself and walked back to the bathroom. He suddenly needed to pee, and steel himself to the added stress of telling the whole hierarchy of the Martinelli Family that he was personally responsible for diminishing them by three. When Marsh washed his hands he also splashed some cool water on his face. It was refreshing, and Marsh needed refreshing. 

Mama served a fresh green salad, then lasagna with fresh steamed broccoli and homemade garlic bread. Marsh stuffed himself. Was this his last meal? If it was it was worth it. 

When everyone was finished, Marsh asked if he could get everyone to join him in the den. He asked Mama Vicky to leave the dishes so she could join them. He promised to help her after the rest of the guys had to leave. Marsh knew his way around this house well enough to walk it in his sleep. - He had. 

When everyone was seated in the den, Marsh knelt in front of Mama Vicky, and took his Sig out of the DOS holster. He handed it to mama and asked her to hold it for him. He told her she could use it if she saw the need any time soon. Mama Vicky looked very confused. 

"I've done something I wish I had not needed to do." Marsh began. "I would ask everyone in this room to watch this DVD to the end, and then let me talk about this and what happened after." Marsh pushed the "Play Movie" button. 

The cameras were all high def. and clearly showed the identity of everyone in the events that happened. Three men got out of cars in front of the Best Western Turner Inn. Mama Vicky inhaled sharply when she saw Tommy walk in with Trevor and Randy. 

"Oh... my... God!" Mama gasped as the attack began. "Tommy. What are you doing?" Mama knew he couldn't hear her but she was appalled by what was happening. 

When Wolf came across the desk and landed on Randy, Mama Vicky gasped again. 

Mario exclaimed, "Holy Shit! That can't end good." 

Then Marsh crashed through the door, and took out Tommy and then Trevor in rapid succession. The Martinelli family watched the DVD, as Marsh tossed the two men over the desk then turned around to pick up Trish. He carried her through the apartment door, and disappeared. 

Marsh stopped the DVD, and let the effect of what they had seen sink in. 

When he spoke he spoke quietly. "Mario. I am so sorry I had to kill your son. Mama Vicky and Papa Victor, I'm sorry I had to kill your grandson. The desk clerk in the video is my mother. She pushed the panic alarm, and I came from my office in the building two hundred yards away." 

"I had no idea who these guys were, I just knew they were hurting my family, and I would not allow that to happen if I could do anything about it. The officer that was with them was a high school friend of Trevor Gordon." 

"I found out after the fact that Trevor and Tommy had come to town to join up with their cousin," Marsh paused and looked at Uncle Antonio. "Tony came to town to take out a couple of young ladies that live in the estate across the street from my new home." 

"My company provides security for my neighbor, and I was part of the team that stopped the attack on the innocent people that were in my neighbor's house yesterday, in the early morning hours." 

"Uncle Antonio, I'm part of the team that killed your son. I may not have actually thrown the blow that killed him, but the fact remains that Tony Martinelli was killed and we sent all of his team to the hospital." 

"If what I've done is unforgivable I am here to accept whatever you feel is appropriate. I can say that I am sorry this happened this way. I can wish it had not happened at all. I cannot say I am sorry I did what I did. I protected my family and my neighbor, and given the circumstances I would do the same again." 

"Mama Vicky, most of all I'm sorry I've hurt you. You've treated me like your own son and I wouldn't hurt you for a king's ransom." 

Mama Vicky jumped out of her seat and ran over to where Marsh had sat down. She threw her arms around Marsh's neck and cried. "Oh Marshall. I am hurt, but you did nothing wrong. Marshall you did not hurt me. My grandson hurt me beyond belief. He was not that kind of a boy. He was listening to that awful Trevor Gordon, and you had no options. Oh Marshall! My Marshall." 

Mario looked up into Marshall's eyes. "Marshall, I'm sorry you had to kill my boy. Tommy gave you no choice. You are still my brother Marsh, and I love you the same as I did when I got here today. Maybe more. You came here and told me yourself Marsh. You are the same honorable brother I've had all my life." 

Uncle Antonio's face showed his pain. "Marshall," he began. "You've been part of my brother's family since you were born. Your mother and Victoria were friends before that. You've grown up in this house with my niece and nephew, and you've shown respect for me, my brother and his wife as long as you have lived." 

"My Tony was out of control. Tony had something wrong since he was about five years old and started killing the cats and dogs in the neighborhood. Many of his friends were not allowed to play with him anymore, because of his horrible behavior. His mother, God rest her soul, tried to raise him right. His father was not there as much as he should have been, but I don't know if I would have made a difference if I had been there. Tony was not right. Marshall, you and your team did the world a favor. My sister and my nephew have told you they forgive you. As far as your Uncle Tony is concerned you are a hero. You are forgiven if you think you need to be, Marshall. I still love you." 




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 05



Uncle Tony came over to Marsh and wrapped him in a bear hug. It felt like a ton of weight lifted from Marsh's shoulders. 

Suddenly everyone got up and gathered around Marsh, slapping him on the back and giving him hugs. 

Papa Victor had been quiet all this time. Finally he put his hands on Marsh's shoulders and looked Marsh straight in the eyes. 

"Marshall, you are every bit the man Mama Vicky and I want our son to be. I would like to believe that if Mario was in your shoes he would do the same. You have honored our family with the courage to face your family and your fear. I've watched you since I got here today Marshall. You controlled it, but there was fear along with the love I saw. You thought your family would forgive you but you weren't sure it would be enough. That took courage, and I will always be grateful for the way you came here today and put your honor first. Thank you Marshall! You have truly honored Mama and me. You are a Martinelli no matter what your sir name is." 

Papa Victor pulled Marsh's face to his and kissed Marsh on each cheek. This was nothing sexual; this was an Italian father expressing love and acceptance of his son. 

Uncle Joey came and did the same thing, then Uncle Antonio, then Mario. When the men were finished Mama Vicky wrapped herself around Marsh and enveloped him in her love. 

"Marshall," Uncle Joey said. "You are truly a member of the Martinelli family, and the only one with a clean record." He laughed. "Think about this, a mob boy with a badge. You better go over there to your mama's chair and pick up your Sig and put it away before mama sits on it and shoots herself in the ass. If you ever need anything Marsh, you be sure to call one of us." 

Marsh laughed. "Uncle Joey, yesterday I told my fiancé that she was on a salary and got paid anyway, if she was at work in her office or not. She told me I wasn't on the payroll and wouldn't get paid whether or not I worked. When I told her I was going to be her kept man, she got mad at me. She said I owned the company and had almost as much money as God, and she didn't think it was fair for me to live off of her... What I'm trying to say Uncle Joey is that if you need anything you give me a call." 

Papa Victor's face showed a little confusion. "What company do you own, Marshall? I thought you were a doctor, and worked in an emergency room in the Inland Empire." 

Marsh went over to mama's chair and returned the Sig to its holster. "It's a long story Papa." 

"Four years ago my wife was killed by a drunk driver. I left emergency rooms behind and hooked myself up with the San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department. I'm a tactical medicine specialist, and a sworn member of the SWAT team." 

"I was recently recruited to go to work for and take over the Turner Security Companies. I..." 

Papa Victor interrupted him. "Are you talking about Jimmy? Dr. James Turner?" 

"I am Papa. Do you know Jimmy Turner?" 

"Jimmy saved my life in Viet Nam, Marsh. I think he sewed up all three of us at one time or another. I don't think Giuseppe or Antonio was ever mortally wounded, but they had their share of cuts and shrapnel that needed his attention. We were all there at the same time, Marsh. I've only heard bits and pieces about Jimmy since we all came back, but I heard he's done well, and he's not somebody to mess with." 

Marsh nodded his head. "That's the one Papa Victor. He's getting old enough that he wants to train someone to take over for him. He's a really good man Papa. He sewed me up after Tony's friend Max cut me open yesterday." Marsh turned and lifted his shirt for Papa Victor to see the laceration. 

Now Mama Vicky had something to say. "You mean one of Tony's friends did that to you Marshall?" 

"Yes mama. One of Tony's friends did this. He was actually trying to kill my fiancé mama. She threw him over her shoulder and he got me instead. You might notice he didn't kill me though. So it's all good." 

Antonio cocked his head and squinted at Marsh. "You've mentioned your fiancé several times Marshall. Do we know her Marshall? Is she someone we have met?" 

"Do you remember my Becky, Uncle Tony? She was my first and only wife, so far." 

"The beautiful red haired girl, Marsh? I remember a beautiful red haired girl." 

"That's the one, Uncle Tony. Her mother was the lady in the DVD, that Trevor and Tommy attacked. Trish had identical twins and now I'm engaged to the other one." 

Mama Vicky looked at Marsh with a stern look on her face. "Marshall Edgar. You might not think Mama Vicky knows about things, but mama keeps her ears open. Marshall, are you going to marry the Flaming Red Widow Maker?" 

"Mama!" Marsh almost yelled. 

"Well, Killer Doc?" Mario questioned. "I didn't know who the Killer Doc was till today, bro. With all the things you've confessed to, it's pretty easy to add two and two. The Killer Doc takes over the biggest baddest mercenary company in the world, and marries the baddest fucking mother in the world. Give mama a little credit brother. We all love you, anyway. It's just nice to know that at least one member of the family has turned out to be a good guy. Everyone in the world, well the underworld, knows that if the Killer Doc or the Flaming Red Widow Maker is either after you or killed you, you deserved killin." 

"Mama?" Marsh started. "Do you remember when we were teenagers? Don Paulie's daughter married Lt. Paddy O'Brian's son. Talk about a crazy wedding. Family guys and cops on opposite sides of the isle. 

Mario started to laugh. "And at the reception the little kids were playing "cops and robbers". That was funny!" 

Everyone laughed at the memories of that day. Dozens of Italian mob families on one side, and dozens of Irish police families on the other. And nobody died or went to jail all day long. It had been a celebration of love uniting two people, and two families. 

"The answer to your question Mama, is yes. Her name is Rebecca Andrews, and I love her, A LOT, mama. She's drop dead gorgeous. She's smart, way smarter than your typical beautiful blond... A lot like you, Mama Vicky. We're good together like you and Papa Victor. You'll get an invitation, when we figure out when and where we're gonna do it." 

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Dale stopped the Excursion on the street a little way down the street from the parking lot that Joanna turned into. He and Becca watched as Tina Simpson and Joanna got out of the car and rounded up the boisterous children. You could tell they were well behaved kids, but they were sure glad to be outside. 

Children such as these shouldn't have to stay inside a house to avoid hidden dangers that they haven't caused and didn't deserve. Becca boiled inside thinking about the scum-bag that was responsible for the children's restrictions. Too bad she (Becca) had let him live, instead of either killing him outright or letting Doug send him to the Amazon Tribal Chief that he knew would make Harold's last hours of life miserable. Too late for regrets now, things will work out somehow. 

Becca could see the careful way Joanna carried her bag. She was dressed in such a way that she couldn't carry a concealed piece, but the way her hand was resting in the bag, indicated that it was right there, and she could put it into play if she needed to. To the untrained onlooker there was nothing showing, but Becca and Dale knew Joanna was not some pretty faced, innocent soccer mom. She had the pretty face, but the innocent soccer mom title just wouldn't work for Joanna. 

Dale commented; "She's careful, Becca. If the shit hits the fan she'll be a good ally. Our job will certainly be easier than some times." 

"She's not retired military, Dale. But she's a talented little girl. Marsh and I are going to try to recruit her. She has way more talent than that crooked police department deserves. We can afford to pay her commensurately, too." 

"Considering what I heard about her and the butcher, now what I'm seeing her do, I'd say that she would be an asset." Dale responded. Think we oughta go park this beast and get out, in case there's any action needed?" 

"I 'spect we should at that." Becca said. "It looks pretty quiet here, but there's no reason for us to let our guard down." 

Dale drove the big SUV into the parking lot and located a parking space where he and Becca could see where Joanna, Tina, and her children went. Dale sat in the truck and Becca made a trip around the carrousel building. Things looked quite safe from all the angles Becca could observe. Becca returned to the front passenger seat, leaving the window open so she could hear the sounds of the park. 

The Simpson children seemed to be having a lot of fun taking rides around in circles, and changing from one animal figure to another between rides. They stumbled out of the ride after about an hour of riding, and Becca and Dale watched them make their way to a picnic area. 

Joanna chose her table carefully, looking at where she could see from where they were sitting, and who might be likely to cause any trouble. This gal was alert and careful always. She stayed standing at the end of her choice of the tables, and sent Tina Simpson and her son to the snack bar for something to eat. 

Dale suggested that it would be a good idea to get out of the truck, and get a bite to eat themselves. They could hang out near the subjects, and still not look conspicuous. They locked their SUV, and walked across the lawn to the snack bar. Tina Simpson and her son were ahead of them in line. Tina was a cute little gal, and her son was very polite, and obedient. He was evidence of some pretty good parenting skills on behalf of his parents. 

The Simpsons bought hot dogs, chips, and bottles of water. The boy carried his share of the load, and mom carried the rest. Joanna stood watch at the end of their table throughout their lunch, and looked a little uncomfortable when Becca and Dale walked over to a table near the family to eat their own lunch. 

When they were out at the pond yesterday Becca had put her hands under the wig, and tossed her hair back a couple of times. Now she did the same movement with the blond wig she wore with the disguise she was wearing. It was an innocent enough move; lots of women tossed their hair back. Becca seemed to remember that Kelly Rippa made a habit of it on her syndicated morning show, every day. 

Joanna may have noticed it yesterday, and might recognize the move here at the park. At the moment going up to the family and using the catch phrase would be a little awkward. 

Sitting here at this table, Becca and Dale could hear the instructions that both Tina Simpson and Joanna Doyle gave to the Simpson children. The kids followed the directions without complaint and agreed to drop everything and run to Joanna if she wanted them to. 

Becca thought back to growing up on the farm in Vermont. She couldn't imagine what it must be like for these children to be cooped up inside a small house in the city. She had been able to roam acres and acres of farm land and woods, without restriction as a child. Life like these kids knew at this time would be unbearable. Becca thanked God for her parents, and the freedom they had afforded her. 

Becca's mind thought of the Maple syrup her father had harvested on that farm. That was some good stuff. She wondered if her cousin still harvested it. Maybe Marsh would take her up there to get some one day. 

Oops. One of the Simpson children brought Becca's attention back to the present. She had gone down the large slide, and collided with her mother, who subsequently fell backasswards in the sand. She was wearing a skirt, and it was quickly up around her waist. Tina had nice legs, all the way up to her suddenly visible private parts, exposed momentarily by the skirt revealing her skimpy string bikini panties. 

"Hmmm," Dale admired. 

Tina jumped up, smoothed down her skirt, and looked back to Joanna. Joanna was laughing and Tina turned very red, instantly. The whole show lasted about ten seconds, but the image of Tina Simpson splayed out in the sand with her pussy on display for everyone to see, was one that would last for a while. 

Becca decided she wanted to get a little closer to Joanna and the Simpsons, so she asked Dale to come over to the swings and push her. They would look like a father and daughter or a dirty old man and his trophy wife/girlfriend. Either way wouldn't make a lot of difference. Becca knew she could/would be someone different at any time. With Jesse in the disguise "shop" Becca could be someone new each and every time she walked out the door. 

Sometimes Becca could surprise even herself. Jesse Benavidez had worked in the disguise lab at the CIA. Jimmy had hired him to help his operatives change their identities for surveillance, and there was no one Jesse couldn't fool. Jesse had done a makeover for Becca a couple of times, and they were always good. 

Once Becca went into a restroom at an event where she was under cover. As she had walked in, she saw her undercover identity and had to remind herself who she really was. The person in the mirror wasn't Rebecca Andrews. DAH! "Becca, you're under cover, silly." She had to tell herself. 

Now if someone thought she shouldn't be hanging out with the dirty old man, Dale, she didn't have to worry. This woman didn't ever have to exist after today. And probably wouldn't, for that matter. 

Dale pushed her for a little while then sat in a swing beside her and got himself swinging as well. Becca and Dale talked and laughed like a couple of kids. There's something about a swing set that allows the kid in you to come back out and live again. 

Becca reminded herself to toss her hair a couple of times. She could see by Joanna's demeanor that she was stressing a little. Obviously Joanna took her job seriously, and Becca remembered what Joanna had said to her in the Morrison's house. "You aren't supposed to be in this house so until you're down and handcuffed, it isn't all clear!" 

Becca tried to think of an inconspicuous way to get close to Joanna and let her know she wasn't alone. Joanna would be able to relax a little if she knew that Becca and Dale were NOT a threat. 

The chance didn't come till Joanna and Tina took the children to the pool. The five of them went into the shallow end of the swimming pool and the kids went out to play while Tina and Joanna stayed near the steps. Joanna looked really uncomfortable leaving her bag behind. 

Becca left her towel on a lounge chair and Dale picked up the bag with Becca's weapons in it. "Jeeze," Dale thought. "This girl's got to have a half of an arsenal in here. This is sure more than just a carry weapon." 

It may have made both Dale and Joanna rest a little easier to know that Becca was carrying two Sig Sauer .40 cal. pistols, two throwing knives, and her Ka-Bar. She had a couple of extra magazines that fit either of the Sigs. One was a 229, and one was the smaller 224. She was proficient with both. 

Becca walked into the pool, and started a casual conversation with the two "strangers". When she mentioned the catchphrase, she saw a noticeable change in the tension level in Joanna's face. Tina Simpson didn't have a clue, but Becca let Joanna know discretely that Dale had their six, and she wasn't sure that Joanna wasn't going to cry with the relief she saw. It made Becca feel great to know she could help Joanna feel that relief. 

It was a little like the comfort she had felt yesterday when Marsh had stepped up on the Morrison's deck. She knew there was somebody she could count on. She wasn't alone. 

Tina Simpson had noticed Joanna's change of demeanor and looked questioningly to Joanna for an explanation. Joanna just smiled at her, and began to interact in a more relaxed fashion. Tina, in turn began to relax a little at a time, and soon was playing with her children like they weren't threatened at all. It was good to see them relax and have some fun. 

Joanna was a real study. She seemed to be genuinely interested in Becca, but she was intrigued by the clandestine nature of Becca's involvement. Becca really was beginning to like the rookie cop, and hoped Marsh would like her too. Mostly she hoped she could open up to Joanna sometime in the near future, and they could get to be friends in reality. Not have to hide anything from each other. 

Becca could tell Joanna liked her, but she (Joanna) had no clue who Becca really was. Wouldn't Joanna come unglued if she saw Becca or someone else disappear into the bull-pen, and then the bull-pen just disappear. She wondered how Joanna would feel about hopping in the Gulfstream and taking care of some client issue, half way around the world, and being back for breakfast the next morning. Only time would answer some questions. 

Joanna continued to try to get more information from Becca. She kept asking personal questions, as well as questions about Becca's work. She had invited Becca to come over to Dan's estate for dinner. The police department chaplain was coming out and there was going to be plenty of food. She seemed delighted when Becca indicated that she would probably be able to come over. 

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"We'll look forward to getting to meet her, Marshall. Don't be a stranger, Son. Come out here and visit more often. It's nice to see Victoria so happy. You may have brought some bad news, Marshall. But you made Mama Vicky happy, in the long run. We've got to get back to the docks for a meeting, but I'm really glad you came out." Papa Victor wore a pleasant face as he led his brothers and his other son out to the Towncar. 

Mama Vicky looked at Marsh and beamed. "Marshall," she said. "You did bring some bad news, but what you did for this family is way more than you can imagine. I know Victor and Antonio have been stressed out about Tony. He was getting to the place where he was killing someone just to kill them, even if he didn't have a contract. It didn't matter if they were just innocent, private citizens. He just got a joy from watching people die. Your Uncle Joey was about to take out a contract on him, and Victor was afraid that Tony would hear about it and kill Giuseppe, out of spite." 

It's too bad he and that Trevor Gordon sucked Tommy into it, but you really just took the problem off of Victor and Antonio's shoulders. Did you see the relief on Antonio's face Marshall? He was really worried, and when you seemed so worried about what he would do, he wanted to give you hugs and kisses like I did." 

"I'll remind him, Marshall to put the word out there that Harold Gordon is on his own now. Victor is not faultless, son, but he doesn't like it when family members use violence and intimidation with innocent victims." 

"Harold had asked if Mario's firm would help him and his cronies, but you can be sure that's not going to happen now either. Your brother won't tolerate the kind of shit Harold has tried to pull. He may have some dirty cops and ADA's in his pocket, but the funding for that shit is going away from this minute on. Mama Vicky has made an executive decision, and Papa Victor knows that if Mama's not happy, ain't nobody gonna be happy." 

Mama Vicky looked like she was very pleased with herself and Marsh knew he'd done the right thing by coming out here to do what he did. 

Marsh helped Mama Vicky put the left overs away, and put the dirty dishes in her commercial grade dishwasher. Mama Vicky loved to cook for her family, and Papa Victor made sure it was as easy for her as it could be. Papa Victor liked Mama's cooking and lived well on it. 

It was only a little after midafternoon in California when Marsh fired up the 407, and headed back to SBD, and Jimmy's Gulfstream. A huge load was off his shoulders as well. He knew he had started the day with the right plan. Now he knew how right it had been, and he was pleasantly relieved that things had gone as well as they had. He even had some good news to share with his new neighbor. Dan should be pleased to hear that Harold Gordon had burned one of his main supply bridges. 




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 05



When Marsh got within range he radioed the traffic at SBD, and announced his intentions. Within seconds Morgan called him back on the Unicom frequency. "Mitchel Air One" he called. "Mitchel Air Base. Rosie called this afternoon. Seems Marguarita called her and ratted you out. Rosie wants you to stop up at the ranch if you would take the time. I told her you may never be back, but she insisted I better tell you, dead or alive." 

Marsh laughed, and heard someone else on the frequency chuckle as well. "I guess I better be going home then, eh?" he commented. Marsh then told SBD traffic he wouldn't be landing at this time after all. His friend at the Ontario Radar Center keyed in and gave Marsh some grief about keeping the home fires lit, as Marsh turned the 407 east and dropped over the hill into his own ranch landing pad. 

SBD Unicom was not usually very busy, so pilots and the occasional controller were a little more relaxed about keeping it strictly protocol on the air. 

Marsh had a radio at the ranch and Rosie knew he was coming. She was ecstatic that she would be getting to see her big brother. And she had him all to herself. Marsh had an idea what Rosalea wanted, and he actually looked forward to being used and abused. His little sister was a lot like her mother. Maybe a little more energetic, since she was twenty some years younger. 

Marsh backed the 407 into his hanger and walked down to the house. Rosie was in the kitchen, and had a strawberry rhubarb pie fresh out of the oven. "Damn, little sister. You sure know how to spoil a big brother, don't you?" He asked. 

Rosie turned her face up to Marsh for a warm kiss. "You know I love you brother. Mama said you had a stressful meeting in LA this afternoon, and I might need to help you relax before you flew home. She said she would be happy to help you when you get to the Turner ranch, but I thought you should feel good on your way home. I guess you know I'll feel better if you feel better, right? 

Marsh stepped up to Rosie, and wrapped her in a bear hug. "And you know I love you too, Rosie." Marsh smiled as he locked his lips on hers and kissed her warmly. Is the pie going to be my dessert, or are you, baby girl?" 

Marsh slipped his hand down inside the robe Rosie was wearing. "The pie is warm," Marsh observed. "But it seems Rosie is HOT. I probably ought to see if I can help my little sister put out her fire first." 

Marsh put a clean dish towel over the warm pie, then took Rosie's hand and led her to the bedroom. Rosie untied her robe, sat down on the side of the bed, and started to unbuckle Marsh's belt. Marsh opened the snaps of his shirt with one quick pull on the top. The shirt opened and Marsh tossed the shirt on a chair beside the bed. 

Rosie had his Wranglers open, and pushed them and his underwear to the floor. Marsh stepped out of his boots and his pants at the same time. Rosie didn't pay any attention now. She had her lolly-pop in her mouth and was licking the head of it, making it jump in her mouth. She didn't care what he did with his boots or his jeans. 

Marsh let Rosie enjoy herself for a few minutes. It's not like he wasn't enjoying what she was doing, as well, but Marsh wanted Rosie to have a really good time. To Marsh, just having sex was not very fulfilling. Sharing his love with someone he truly cared about meant she had to feel his love for her in a serious way. 

Marsh reached down and took Rosie's hands and lifted her to her feet. He helped her onto the bed, and knelt between her thighs. Marsh reached his hands up and wrapped her pretty little A-cup breasts in his hands. His thumbs and middle fingers pinched and rolled her dark brown nipples while he flicked the top of them with his index fingers. 

He slid his hands down to her inner thighs, and his thumbs lightly brushed up and down the outside of Rosie's delicate flower petals gently. Marsh flattened his tongue, and slipped it up from the bottom to the top of her hot slit. 

As Marsh reached the top of Rosie's tight pussy lips, he curled his tongue and worked it around her clit in a circular pattern. Marsh licked across the top of the hard little nob, and Rosie started to moan. Now Marsh pulled her lips apart and pushed his tongue deep into Rosslea's hot wet pussy, then dragged it up to her clit again. 

This time Marsh locked his lips around the hard nub and proceeded to whip his longue across it at lightning speed. Rosie's moaning became screams of pleasure, and Rosie had three orgasms in rapid succession. 

As she seemed to be winding down, Marsh dipped his right middle finger into her hot tunnel and curled it up to strum her G-spot. Rosie went ballistic. Her pussy muscles spasmed, her back arched off the bed, her legs stiffened, and Rosie screamed in ecstasy. 

Marsh gently removed his finger from Rosie's drenched pussy. He released her clit from between his lips, and moved up to kiss Rosie's nipples, then to her lips. Rosie's screams died down as Marsh slipped the head of his throbbing cock up and down her slick slit. 

Suddenly Rosalea began to cry. "Marsh, please stop," she wailed. "Please stop big brother." 

Marsh took a deep breath and rolled back away from the shaking, distraught girl. "Rosie!" Marsh's concern sounded in his voice. "What's wrong sweetheart? Rosie did I hurt you? What's the matter little sister?" Marsh was cradling Rosie in one arm, and gently stroking her face with his hand. Rosalea just cried. 

When she could gather her heaving sobs, Rosie looked at Marsh with a fearful expression that nearly broke Marsh's heart. "Rosie," Marsh whispered. "What's wrong, Sweetie? I'm so sorry baby doll I didn't mean to hurt you." 

Rosie buried her face in Marsh's chest, and began to cry again. Marsh pulled Rosalea into a tight hug and let her cry. 

When Rosie could finally gather herself to talk, it was between broken sobs at first. "Marsh," Rosie began. "You did nothing wrong, big brother. You did everything right." Her voice got stronger. "You have been wonderful, Marsh. It is me who did you wrong. I took advantage of you and now I feel awful." 

"Marshall, I was trying to seduce you so you would make love to me." Rosie paused. And Marsh smiled at her. "You did that very well baby girl. I love you and I was going to make love with you." 

Rosie sat up beside Marsh and crossed her legs. "Yes Marsh, You were making love with me, and you were really showing me how much you care for me." 

"And...?" Marsh interrupted. 

"Marsh, I'm not protected. I wanted you to make a baby with me. I wasn't going to tell you till it was too late. Marsh I know I should have talked to you first, but I wanted to have your baby. But I couldn't keep it going. Marsh, I want you so bad and I was going to try to get pregnant, so I would always have you with me. It was wrong Marsh. I'm so sorry." Rosie started to cry again. 

Marsh sat up and wrapped his arms around Rosie again. Rosie sobbed and tears ran down Marsh's chest. Sex was the last thing on his mind, now. Marsh loved Rosie. He had never made love with her before this, but he had certainly been ready, willing, and able. What he would never do was hurt her, if he could help it. 

Marsh rocked Rosie in his arms. He stroked Rosie's hair and whispered "I love you Rosie. I love you baby sister." 

"I know Marsh. I know you love me and it makes me so mad at myself for doing this to you." Rosie pushed herself back so she could look into Marsh's eyes. And now you are going to be mad and hate me for trying to use you like this." 

Marsh held Rosie's shoulders, and looked back into her big brown eyes. "Rosie, I am not mad at you, and I could never hate you. I'm honored that you wanted to have my baby, Rosie. I'm not ready to make a baby with anyone right now sweetheart, but I love you just the same. Rosie, let's get dressed and go have some pie. I still love you, and I'll make love to you any time. If you aren't on birth control, I will wear a condom, or if you go on the pill or shot we won't need condoms. Someday I may be ready to have another child Rosie, and I'm sure you would be a great mother. I'm just not ready now, and I'm glad you stopped me before we went too far. I really do love you little sister." 

"Oh Marshall. You are too good to me. I don't deserve such a good big brother." Rosie was beginning to get her composure back. 

Marsh took Rosie's hand and led her into the shower. He washed her lovingly and then himself. When they got out, Marsh dried Rosie, and then dried himself while Rosie dried her hair and went to get some clothes. Marsh got his own clothes back on and went out to the kitchen to cut the strawberry- rhubarb pie. 

When Rosie walked back out to the kitchen she was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and an old western shirt that Marsh recognized as one of his. She had it tied under her braless a-cup breasts. Marsh took a deep breath and hugged Rosie. He slipped his hand under the shirt and pinched one of Rosie's nipples. 

"Rosie, I'm a doctor, and I'll be happy to write you a prescription for the pill or get you started on Depo-Provera shots. You are one hot little mama, and I would love to make love with you when it's safe." 

Rosie smiled up at Marsh. "You are too good to me big brother. And I love you for it!" 

Marsh and Rosie sat down and ate a piece of pie. Marsh called a pharmacist that was also a friend, and ordered a prescription for Rosie. "Sally will give you the shot herself, Rosie. All you have to do is show up at the pharmacy. You'll be safe in about a week after the shot, and I'm gonna rock your world." 

"Marsh, you already rocked my world, remember? It's you that got the short straw. Big brother, I love you, more than I can tell you." Rosie's eyes misted up again. 

"No, baby sister, you've made it very clear, I love you too." Marsh hugged Rosie again, and kissed her forehead. "I think I better get to the airport, and get back to my job." 

Marsh walked slowly back up to the hanger, with his arm around Rosie. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Rosie." Marsh started the 407 and flew down to the airport. Morgan had the Gulfstream turned around and fueled for his return trip. Marsh walked around the shiny jet and preflight inspected the exterior with Morgan. Everything checked out and Marsh climbed the stairs, then pulled them up and closed the door. 

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Becca and Joanna moved to the steps and sat watching Tina and her children play. It made Becca feel good to know that she was having a little part in making life a little more endurable for the children and for their mother. She didn't deserve the stress that was being thrust into her life by a few unscrupulous gangsters. 

Becca glanced at the happy family playing in the pool intermittently, while carrying on a conversation with Joanna. As they talked about the invitation Joanna had made for Becca to come for dinner, Joanna suddenly thought of a potential complication. Joanna had no idea what Becca's name was. How do you introduce a friend you've invited to dinner if you don't know her name? "This is my friend the lady that beats up gangsters, but I have no idea what her name is." 

Becca had used this disguise once before in a European op, and had been a French Heiress named Judy Monet. "You can call me Judy", she told Joanna. She would be the French heiress again for a few hours. The challenge she would face would be to NOT slip into a French accent or worse yet speaking French, one of the five languages she was fluent in. 

Long before the children were ready to go home, Joanna consulted with Tina and she rounded up the children and they all got out of the pool and went to the dressing room to change into dry clothes for the drive home. 

Becca and Dale went in a few minutes later and changed as well, then they went to the SUV and watched till Joanna and Tina got the kids loaded up and Joanna pulled out of the parking lot. Dale stayed back far enough so that they would not be seen "with" the unmarked squad car. The trip back to the city was uneventful. 

Dale stopped the Excursion and they sat in the parking lot at The Hole again till they heard Joanna advise the police team that she was done and had dropped off her package. He drove to the bull-pen and he and Becca unloaded the few things they had taken with them. Becca put her accessory bag in Marsh's truck. 

Jimmy was back from the main office, and he and Becca sat down with Dale and Doug to discuss what they had learned. It's called debriefing, and it was a great way to hear your own take on a mission as well as get feedback and opinions as to what went well and what could have been done better. This debriefing took up a little over an hour. 

The original plan was for Dale to be Becca's partner all day/night, as long as the op took. Jimmy volunteered to do the evening back-up, so Dale went home after debriefing, and Doug went down to the Morrison estate to have a look around and just be seen by the team out in the woods. 

Becca and Jimmy sat in Becca's office and talked about wishing they would hear from Marsh. Jimmy wasn't worried, but Becca didn't know the Martinelli family and the guys that she and Marsh had dealt with were the sort of people that gave her reason for concern. While Becca and Jimmy were talking Becca's phone alerted her to a text message. 

"All good with Mama Vicky and Martinelli family. Stopped at ranch and said hi to Rosie. Just getting in the jet for flight home. See ya soon. Love ya! Marsh" 

Becca read the message a couple of times silently, and then read it out loud to Jimmy. "He's OK grandpa. And he's on his way home. I had no idea I would be like this. I love Marsh and I worry about him even though I know there's no really good reason to be worried. This being in love stuff is hard, grandpa. See what you've done to me." 

Becca typed a reply to Marsh: "Thank you Marsh. I love you too. I'll be at Morrison's place till?? Joanna invited me to dinner. Let me know when you get home." 

Becca got up, walked over to where Jimmy was sitting, and plopped herself down in his lap. "I love you Jimmy, and I'm glad you are my grandpa," She said, before she started to lay kisses on his cheeks and forehead. 

Jimmy wrapped his arms around her, pulled her into a tight hug, and replied, "I love you too, sweetie. I'm even more glad you came to work for me now that I know I'm your grandpa." 

"Grandpa, would you mind if I take one of your old cars tonight. I'm only going across the street, but I'd rather not take one of our surveillance trucks." 

Jimmy thought for a minute. "I think the blue and white '57 BelAire convertible has Turner plates on it. Take that, baby doll. If Marsh isn't home in time I'll have Trish drop me off when it gets dark and hang out till you get done. That way you'll have back-up." 

Becca gave Jimmy a deep wet kiss on the mouth. "Thank you grandpa, I knew you'd come through for me." 

There were quite a number of vehicles around that had "Turner plates". All of them were legally registered... somewhere. Turner Securities had someone make license plates that when "run" by a law enforcement agency would come back to some obscure name and address that probably didn't exist, but would not throw up any red flags either. Jimmy had friends in high and low places. Sometimes the friends in "low" places were every bit as useful as the ones in high places. 

Becca went into her dressing room and worked on her make-up/disguise. She had an idea Joanna was going to put it to the test tonight. It wouldn't be good for it to break down. Joanna knew she was a fake, but there were going to be others there that shouldn't find out just yet, who she really was. 

Becca put on a robe again, went to Marsh's truck, and headed up to Jimmy's car storage building. She left Marsh's truck in the isle inside the building, and took the old rag top out the back door. All the cars and trucks that had "Turner plates" also had concealed weapons in them. This rag top had a Colt .45 Government model, and a Magnum Research Baby Desert Eagle, in .45 caliber, ACP. Becca liked the Baby Eagle. 

Becca drove to the main gate before she took off the robe, put a towel on the seat and drove down the street to the Morrison's estate. She had to stop herself from letting herself in with her own gate code. Nobody at the Morrison estate knew that certain Turner Security personnel had access codes to make entry easier. Jimmy's IT department had hacked the gate software the day it was installed. God forgive the stupid sucker that abused the trust Jimmy put in his people. Jimmy would make their life a living hell. 

Becca pushed the call button, and Joanna answered her call quickly. The gate opened and Becca drove through, and then waited for the gate to close. It was just like the ranch across the street, although Joanna had no clue that "Judy" had just crossed the street. 

As she drove up the driveway, Becca watched Joanna come out through the front door and wait for her to get up to the house. The greeting was a warm one, and Becca was pleasantly distracted as she put herself into her "Judy Monet" mind set. She saw Joanna looking at the license plate on the '57 and suggested that the cop not bother to memorize it for future reference. It would be misleading. 

She and Joanna shared a little bit of security business talk and were just about to go in the house when the lawn care guy, Tony, came out to let them know it was time to eat. The two of them paused in the kitchen to pour drinks, before heading out on the deck where Tony, the priest and a bunch of naked women were waiting. 

The padre gave thanks for the food, and everyone enjoyed a really good meal. Becca/Judy didn't take any of the ribs Tony had cooked. Nobody seemed to notice, or just didn't say anything about her eating salads and sides. The food and the company were great. 

Dessert was warm apple crisp with ice cream and Father O'Malley started asking questions about the break-in. "Judy" watched Joanna's face and could see her worried look. She (Judy) just told Becca to keep her mouth shut, and there was no problem. It was interesting to hear the story from the perspective of the rest of the people that had been here to experience the events that had taken place. 

Becca thought back to what Tina Simpson had said this afternoon; "If you only knew..." What these people didn't know would probably serve to make them really think Joanna was a hero, and wonder just who "Judy" was. 

After dessert Judy helped Joanna clear up the leftovers and toss out the paper plates and cups. There was a group decision to all get in the pool and there were a few awkward moments while Father O'Malley figured out that he could be naked with everyone else and not risk losing his reputation. Nobody cared enough to even mention it. Everyone had a great time. 

As the group was transitioning from the pool to the spa, Becca heard an airplane in the distance getting closer than usual for this "neighborhood". At first she could tell no one else noticed, but rather soon it couldn't be ignored. About a half mile west of the estate the jet was down to about a hundred feet off the ground. It turned on its side, and literally screamed down the street. After it passed the estate the jet pulled up sharply and turned around, making another pass. This time it was flying right side up and the wings rocked up and down as it raced past the estate. When it got about to the corner of the road that passed the estate the jet stood on the burners, and went vertical. It corkscrewed out of sight and the evening seemed really quiet all of a sudden. 

There was some excited chatter in the hot tub. "Judy" turned to Father O'Malley: "A friend of yours, father?" She asked. "I don't think Tony or Joanna have the coin to hire an airshow performance like that." 




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 06



As with previous chapters of the story of Dr. Mitchel I'd like to start with a heartfelt THANK YOU! To RecHiker! He edited this chapter, inspired me, and has helped me stay focused. He's taken time from his BUSY schedule to advise me, and edit this chapter.
 I'd also like to thank RecHiker for allowing me to insert my characters into his story, The Morrisons. And for allowing me to borrow some of his characters to insert in mine. It's actually a lot of fun to exchange events, and blend dialog between both stories. THANKS, RecHiker!

One more note of recognition. Congratulations RecHiker! After dropping out of high school and taking a few years to tour the little country of Vietnam, with some of our country's super heroes, RecHiker graduated from high school, with his granddaughter, after a forty-six year delay, on June 28, 2014. Oh, I also want to add, he completed all the qualifications for a GED in '84 and graduated from college with honors in '96. Thanks for your service RecHiker, and congratulations! I also want to say Thank you to my readers. Thank you even more to the readers who like the story and go to the trouble to tell me. Feedback is a great motivator. Knowing someone liked what I've written helps me want to continue. Also thank you to the readers who send constructive criticism. Writing to me and calling me names does nothing to improve the storyline or the writing. 

If you are looking for a story with quick, dirty, irresponsible, sexual encounters, this is not for you. This story is about loving relationships, and builds the characters in what I consider to be safe, loving situations. It does contain descriptions of graphic sexual encounters. Some of these are faded memories of certain portions of misspent youthful encounters. Others are complete fantasies and wishful thinking. All are intended to be entertaining.

I readily admit to being an amateur, and I write mostly for my own entertainment. Believe me when I tell you I sometimes entertain myself way more than I should. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that gets edited out. Thank God for the delete button. I'm old enough to remember typewriters, carbon paper, and white-out. I wouldn't do this under those conditions. I've even owned an IBM Selectric, and a Xerox Memorywriter.... With either of them this story would not exist.

This story, the characters in it, the events described, and the activities of the characters are all figments of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real life, or actual people, is strictly coincidental. Some of the locations mentioned do in fact exist, and most of the inanimate objects are real. 

The characters that are involved with sexual encounters are/will be adults, and capable of making responsible decisions.

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Fat_Dad

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Marshall Mitchel woke up with a strong feeling of home. Home, not because of the location, though that was a small part of it. More significant was the feeling of love. Not something someone was saying, but the sensation of being engulfed in it. Real love. The closeness of the two women that were lying beside him, Patricia Turner and Rebecca Andrews. Again, not just the physical closeness, but the tightness of the emotional bond.

Marsh felt a slight pang of guilt, as he thought about Trish's other daughter and granddaughter. They had given his life meaning four years ago. Their loss had turned him in a direction he had not even known existed. Today he had a nickname, The Killer Doc. 

"The Killer Doc" had not been in existence while Becky and Elise had lived. He had been born of the intense grief that had come from the senseless waste of the two lives that meant so much to Marsh four years ago.

Becca took a deep breath, and the hand that was on Marsh's chest moved. Only a half inch or less, but enough to bring Marsh's thoughts back to the present.

Trish and Becca had broken up the dark cloud that had been the spawning ground for The Killer Doc. Marsh knew that he would always be able to kill again, as he did at the Best Western, but he didn't feel the same evil in his soul. Marsh marveled at the soothing effect of the love he had experienced in the last two weeks. Two weeks ago he had gotten up as soon as he awoke and gone out to run in the forest, to soothe his soul. The love of these two beautiful women was now just what he needed.

Marsh closed his eyes and took in the scent of the women. Becca's shampoo and conditioner was scented with lilac and lavender. Trish's was a rich strawberries and cream. They were both very subtle, but a pleasure to the senses.

Marsh could also smell the forest outside his open window. And hear the distant sound of the stream on the property, and the nearer sound of birds in the trees around the house. Marsh felt immersed in warmth and beauty.

In the four years on the mountain, Marsh had trained his senses to be keenly aware of his surroundings. That awareness was augmented by the senses of his canine companion, and had been a life saver on several occasions. This morning they were serving Marsh a double portion of pleasurable sensations.

Marsh heard Wolf rolling and stretching. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds until the big canine would get up and come to the side of the bed to get someone's attention, and Marsh decided he was not up to the beating he'd likely get from Becca if Wolf woke her the way he had before. He thought maybe the best way to avoid that was to move about a little and wake his female companions himself.

Since both of his arms were under a ladies shoulders, (one on each side) he just tightened his grip on each of them and softly spoke their names. Trish woke up first, and responded to Marsh's call by stretching toward him and kissing him, first on the cheek, then a warm kiss on the lips. "Mmmmm", she hummed. "What a pleasant way to wake up after having been put to sleep so nicely. I sure hope I get to do this a lot more times in my lifetime."

Marsh smiled at the beautiful redhead. "I can't think of any reason you should not."

After a slight stir from Marsh's other side, a sleepy voice asked, "Can I have some of that too, momma?

Marsh quickly turned his face to the other side. "Absolutely! When I started this little group thing I distinctly remember that I had two gorgeous ladies say that they were willing to share." With that Marsh kissed Becca a couple of times, too.

Wolf had listened to the human interactions long enough. From standing at the end of the bed, he took a leap onto the foot of the mattress, and walked up to lick first Marsh's face, then both of the ladies. "Good morning to you too." Marsh said to the dog as he reached up with both hands and scratched both sides of Wolf's neck. "I bet you think we should get up and let you out, eh? At least you didn't scare the pee out of the ladies this morning. We'll have to give you some credit, right ladies?"

Trish and Becca both laughed. "He's really not such a bad guy after all, is he?" Trish asked as she reached up and stroked Wolf's head.

Becca groaned something unintelligible.

"Just remember, both of you, I wouldn't be here if that mutt hadn't saved my bacon a few times." Marsh told them. "And he sure was instrumental in a little event at the hotel earlier this week. I'm sure glad he was there to help me take out those goons that were after you, Trish."

"I know you're right Marsh," Becca replied. "I just wish he'd warn me before he plants that freezing nose of his on my skin." Becca was laughing as she finished her complaint. "Or maybe I'll just have to get used to it. He really is a good companion. He took great care of me when you were gone."

Trish was smiling and spoke up when Becca was finished. "You're so right Marsh. That dog was like super dog or something. He came over that desk and took out his target with precision. If I'd been not quite so scared I think it would have been a thing of beauty to watch. I can say with assurance, if it hadn't been for you and Wolf, I'd be dead now. Thank you both! Now let's get out of this bed, and get to the bathroom," she said as she moved to the edge of the mattress. "I don't want to soil the linens."

Becca rolled out on one side of the bed, and Trish rolled out on the other. Becca went straight to the back bathroom. Trish headed to the front one, and Marsh and Wolf went down the stairs so Marsh could let Wolf out the side door. Wolf headed for the tree line, and Marsh went into the bathroom in his office.

Within just a few minutes all three of them met again in the front bathroom in their bedroom and they each brushed their teeth and got into the shower together. There was some playing around, as well as everybody taking turns washing each other, and then they turned off the water and dried each other.

Trish paused and looked at Marsh and Becca. "I have no idea how or why I got so lucky, or you might say blessed. I had a pretty rotten childhood and adolescence, but between the two of you and my real father, I sure ended up with a super great family. I love y'all so much I think my heart will explode sometimes."

Marsh reached out and pulled Trish and Becca into a bear hug. "This morning just before I woke you two, I was having very similar thoughts. For the last four years there has been a really dark cloud over and around my soul. During that time that cloud spawned the man that earned the name "Killer Doc". I'm pretty sure I'll never live that name down, but I'm not the same man as he was now. You two killed him off. I'll never be the gentle giant I was before Becky and Elise were killed, but I don't need to seek retribution any more. There's a peace in my soul now that wasn't there two weeks ago. I'm going to try to cultivate that peace, and with you two beside me, we can maybe make our little corner of the world a better place. Let's get ourselves dressed for public scrutiny and get down to the helo before we get Jimmy on our case. We've got about twenty minutes to spare at this time. Wouldn't it be nice to be the first ones there?"

Right then, Becca's phone rang with a priority ring she had set. She walked to the bedside table and picked it up. As she answered it she sat on the side of the bed.

Marsh and Trish stood in the doorway to closet and just held each other. It was really nice to have a quiet moment with someone you love deeply.

Becca conversed with someone for just a few minutes then joined them in a three way hug for a couple of minutes.

They all moved over into the closet and selected appropriate work-day attire. While they were getting dressed Becca told them about the phone call. Joanna had called to ask Judy/Becca to meet with her as well as Dan, Ted, and Mary, this evening at 1830, out by the waterfall on Dan's estate.

Marsh chose a pair of jeans, a western shirt, and a pair boots. Trish picked out a skirt and blouse, and slipped on a nice pair of two inch pumps. Becca wrapped herself in a jump/flight suit that fit her really nice. She laced up a pair of light weight desert boots. All three finished dressing about the same time, and they headed down to the hanger, with Wolf loping along beside the Gator.

Jimmy was just coming down the steps off of his porch when the Gator stopped beside the hanger. He got to the helo in time to help Marsh roll it out to the pad. Marsh and Becca did a preflight inspection. Marsh even grabbed a step ladder and checked the main rotor blades for nicks or cracks. As he expected there were none.

Sue and Jenni came out of Jimmy's house and down the porch steps just a minute before Rick and Marguarita arrived in the Cobra. Rick drove straight into the hanger to park the classic, and nobody seemed the least bit surprised.

Everyone said good morning to each other and hugs and kisses were freely exchanged, as everyone got in the helicopter and buckled up. Wolf was included, and Marsh snapped his flight harness into one of the floor rings that hold the seat belts down. 

Becca and Marsh went through the pre-start checklist, and then Becca spooled up the turbines, checked all the flight instruments, and lifted off. The flight out to The Hole was very short, and Jimmy took the time to explain that even though they had a very short flight, he would make up for it after breakfast, with the tour he had planned.

The parking lot at The Hole had quite a few motorcycles, and several dozen cars and trucks. On one side of the building there was a very large helipad, and the 230 was the fourth helicopter to arrive. There was already a Huey, a Bell 412, and a Super Cobra gunship. Becca put the 230 down at the front of the pad, and shut it down. The turbines had barely even gotten warm, so a cool down was not necessary. There were a couple of guys sitting in the doorway of the Huey that were dressed in tactical gear, complete with what Marsh recognized as AR-10 rifles. Marsh was pretty sure nobody would get a chance to mess around with any of the helicopters.

Everyone climbed out of the helo, and Becca stepped over and spoke to the security guards in the Huey. She called Marsh over and introduced Marsh to the two men. Pleasantries were exchanged and Marsh introduced Wolf. 

One of the guards looked Wolf over and looked from Marsh to Becca. "So let me guess, the old man brought in a personal bodyguard for his favorite pilot, and he just happens to be a K-9 handler as well." Marsh could hear the laughter in the man's voice, and knew he meant no offense.

The other man laughed and retorted. "Tom, you know the Widow Maker don't need no bodyguards. The new guy is probably her new boy-toy, and the K-9 is around to keep him in line."

All four of them laughed at that one, and Becca took over. "Gentlemen, Let me start over. I'd like you to meet the new CEO of the Turner Companies, Dr. Marshall Mitchel. If you don't recognize him by that name, let me introduce my fiancé aka The Killer Doc. He's only killed three men since Sunday, and the K-9 has killed one. He had my six on Monday night, when the Butcher was in town. You're welcome to try him out, but don't say nobody warned you. You'll both end up in the hospital like the Butchers crew did."

Tom stood up and stepped up to Marsh with his hand extended to shake hands. I'm pleased to meet you boss. Doug told us about you. You like to work in a team, and you're a stand up partner. He said you took a blade covering Becca's six, and finished the operation on your feet. I hope I get to work with you sometime."

Becca laughed. "Yeah, he wouldn't have had to take the blade if he would have just moved out of the way when I was throwing out the trash."

Ralph, the other guard, looked at Becca and replied, "Way I heard it he was neutralizing some goon with a KaBar that was working on a plan for carving up your backside. I heard he's hell on kitchen cabinets and counter tops."

Marsh laughed and said, "So I guess that means you're not going to invite me over to cook you your supper, eh? Oh well, you'd probably get food poisoning from anything I made in your kitchen anyway. Speaking of kitchens, Becca let's go in this fine establishment and see what they can cook up for breakfast. I think we should eat that before lunch time."

Marsh turned and took Becca's hand. "I 'spect we'll see you guys on the turn around. Stay safe out here." He told the guards. "Maybe we'll work together some time."

Marsh and Becca walked to the door of The Hole. Marsh spoke to Wolf as he opened the door. "Come on in buddy. You're welcome in here with us, but you probably better stay out of the kitchen. A lot of chefs aren't very understanding about things like having dogs in their kitchen."

Marsh held the door open for Becca and Wolf, and then followed them in. He noticed that the main entry doors, one of which he had just held open and walked through, were single slabs of solid oak. As he stepped into the room Marsh's view went straight to the bar. It was eight feet from the outside wall he had just come through, and there was a bat-wing door on Marsh's right that entered behind the bar. The bar top was another piece of amazing beauty. It was also one piece of solid oak. On the end nearest Marsh and Becca the bar was close to three and a half feet wide. It was at least thirty five feet long. Marsh actually guessed closer to forty. On the far end, there was about a nine foot return to the right. Marsh figured out that whoever had built this had cut down and milled an oak tree that was forty feet from the ground to the first branch. The bar was still nearly three feet wide on the other end, and the branch that had made the return was at least two feet wide at the "trunk", and the return was still over a foot wide where it ended nine-ish feet from the front of the bar. The top of the bar had been sanded and finished with a clear epoxy/resin finish, and it was BEAUTIFUL!

Marsh stood with his mouth open and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. That piece of timber was immense, and beautiful, and amazing, and impressive and a few more words Marsh just couldn't think of at the moment. Marsh quickly realized that the building had to have been built around the bar, or someone had to have driven a semi-truck through the building to unload it in place. Either way it was a very handsome labor of love.

When Marsh could pry his sight away from the bar, he noted that all of the tables in the restaurant were also solid oak. On the far side of the building, to the right, there was a hallway that probably went back to the restrooms, and Marsh guessed there were a couple of private banquet/meeting rooms. Along the far wall and to the left there was a small stage with a couple of microphone stands and there was one microphone that was in use as Marsh and Becca entered.

The room appeared to be about half full of people, with varying stages of meals in progress. On the far end extension of the bar Marsh saw most of his new family. The person using the mic on the stage was Jimmy.

"....and finally they show up. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce your new CEO, Dr. Marshall Mitchel and his VP Rebecca Andrews. Come on up here Marsh and say a few words."

Marsh took Becca's hand and led her and Wolf over to the stage, where Jimmy handed him the mic.

Marsh looked around for about half a minute before speaking to them. "First of all," he began. "I have no idea what Jimmy has told you already, but I'm pretty sure things are not really that bad." Everyone chuckled at that.

"I see a few faces here that I saw at the first gathering I attended when I came here. If y'all want to just tune out, that's alright. For those of you who don't already know, I prefer to go by Marshall, or just Marsh. My executive vice president, and more importantly my fiancé, is Becca. Most of you probably know her as Jimmy's private executive pilot and personal body guard." 

"My K-9 partner is Wolf. Wolf has been my personal escort for almost four years. He prefers being out in the forest, but he's also comfortable killing the bad guys that make it indoors as well. I'm sure at least some of you have heard rumors about the little altercation he and I got into over at Jimmy's hotel. Neither of us will ever come looking for a fight, but if you bring it to us, we're a lot like SEALs and Marines. We're not gonna run. You might want to take notice we're still here. Draw your own conclusions from that little fact."

"If you were expecting some old man with gray hair, from the geriatric set to take over the company, you're going to be disappointed. I want to be a member of a team that works together to solve problems that other people can't figure out how to fix."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 06



"I don't know how long Jimmy wants us to be here, but wolf and I are willing to answer some questions if any of you want to interrupt your meal to ask them." 

While Marsh was talking, Becca's phone vibrated indicating she had a priority call. She walked to an exit and took the call. Becca was only gone for a couple of minutes. When she came back Becca told Marsh, "It's all set." Marsh understood.

Before Becca returned, several people had asked questions that Marsh was able to answer quickly and concisely. When Becca came back, there were a few more questions that Marsh or Becca were able to answer. Everyone seemed satisfied with the answers, and soon everyone in the room went back to eating their meals.

Jimmy thanked Marsh for his efficient handling of the question and answer session. Then he led the family back to one of the conference rooms. He asked everyone to have a seat, and he stepped out of the room for a couple of minutes.

Jimmy came back with two men and two women. One of the women was wearing a nice business suit, and the other three had white aprons on. Jimmy introduced Virginia Hastings, the woman in the business suit, as the general manager of the Hole. 

One of the men, he introduced as Jack Davis the head chef. Jimmy explained that all of the chefs here were multi-talented. There were usually two, sometimes three on duty, and there was not really a need for a menu. You tell your server or your chef what you want and it will be made. From soup to nuts, Italian, Chinese, Thai, Mexican, Tex-Mex, European, Middle Eastern, Latin American... It didn't matter. They even made American food. You know things like apple pie, Cheerios, steak and eggs, gumbo... whatever you wanted. All the chefs could make almost any of these. Some were a little better at one or another, but you just ordered what you want.

The other two employees were introduced as, Sandra Hanson, and David Brown. They were titled as purchasing agents. They were in charge of bringing in the foods and spices needed to make whatever anyone wanted. They made regular orders for fresh meats, fresh sea foods, fresh fruits and vegetables, anything any time of the year. If you wanted it they could have it here within forty eight hours, usually less.

Sandra liked to be called Sandy, and David preferred Dave, and they had contacts worldwide. Since Turner Security had transport planes coming and going to almost anywhere in the world on a daily basis, it was no problem to have someone meet an airplane, and load up a few boxes of whatever was ordered from anywhere in the world.

It should be noted here that just because Jimmy and his family were vegetarians, and didn't use alcohol, didn't mean they didn't meet the taste/food requirements of all of their people. The Hole served several hundred people every day from all over the world, and Jimmy had set this place up to meet their needs.

Jimmy took the time to personally introduce Marguarita to Sandy and Dave. If Mita wanted any kind of cooking related food or spices all she had to do was call one of them and they would make sure she had what she wanted. 

To say Marguarita and Marsh were impressed and more than a little pleased would be an understatement. Marsh could have fresh strawberry-rhubarb pie all year long. And Marguarita could have fresh ingredients from Mexico or wherever at any time. Meal-time at the Mitchel/Rosario house was going to get verrrry interesting.

All four of the Hole's management team came over to Marsh and made sure he felt welcome. They assured him that if there was something he liked particularly well, they would make sure he could have it at any time. 

Virginia went by Ginny, and she told Marsh that the room they were in right now, or another one just like it, would be reserved for him 24/7. If he called ahead she would set it up for him and any guests or business associates he was bringing in. Further, if he called in orders, and gave her arrival times she would have food ready as well.

Marsh thanked her and assured her he would try to give her reasonable advance warnings. "Since I just found out about this place, it'll take me a little while to figure out how to keep your lives as simple as possible. I will tell y'all the same thing I stress to all my team members. I want us to work together as a team. I don't want you to feel like you're working "for" me so much as you are working "with" me.

Jack walked around the table and took orders from each of the family members there. When he had all of them he left the room and went to the kitchen to make everyone's food.

Marguarita spent about fifteen minutes talking to Dave and Sandy about the things she liked to use in her cooking. They told her the things that were the easiest and which things took a couple of days. They assured her that they would get her what she wanted.

As Marsh listened to Marguarita talk to Dave and Sandy he thought of an idea. Many times as a kid, he could remember hearing Momma Vicky complain about not having this or that from the "old country". He asked Sandy if she thought it would be possible to drop some things off in the LA area.

"Shouldn't be a problem." Sandy assured him. The transports are going through there all the time anyway. She explained that planes had to stop on the west coast or through Bangor, Maine to go through customs, anyway. It would be as easy to drop off items for Momma Vicky in LA, as it was to pick up fish, clams, and lobster, when they stopped in Maine. It was routine. 

Marsh was delighted, and assured Sandy that she had just scored some big points with the boss, and that he was going to make the day of his little Italian momma in Los Angeles. He told Sandy he was going to give Momma Vicky her contact information, and that he would try to get Momma to come back here to introduce them as soon as he could make it happen.

Before their food came out, Ginny invited Marsh to take a tour of The Hole. She showed him two more private conference rooms. Then she led him to a stairway that went down to the basement, where there was cold storage, a wine cellar, a huge walk-in refrigerator, and an equally large freezer. There was a dumbwaiter that could be used to send heavy items directly up to the kitchen, and a service elevator that came down from the loading dock out back. Heavy food items could be brought straight from the trucks to the appropriate storage area downstairs. 

Ginny showed Marsh where her office was and how to get in any time he wanted. She also showed him the purchasing center, where Sandy and Dave each had an assistant helping them procure anything needed to satisfy the needs of the customers and the chefs, and make sure it was stored in the appropriate location. 

There was a private restroom that was not open/available to the customers, or even most of the employees. It stayed a lot cleaner than the public restrooms. Not that she let the public restrooms get dirty. She just kept the executive restroom nicer than the others.

Ginny asked Marsh for his cell phone, and entered her own private cell phone number. "If you ever need anything boss, please call me. For you I'm available 24/7."

"Thank you, Ginny!" Marsh replied. "Please remember, yes, I'm the new boss, but I want you to treat me like part of a team. I'm Marsh."

Marsh and Ginny walked back to the conference room where two servers were delivering everyone's food. It was all very good. Marsh was impressed. He watched everyone around the table and saw that everyone was very satisfied. 

Marsh took particular delight watching Marguarita. Whoever had cooked her Mexican breakfast had done a particularly good job. Marguarita looked like she was close to tears a couple of times. It was a first for her. She had really good authentic Mexican food and she had not had to do anything but sit and eat it. 

Marguarita ate as much as she wanted, which was most of what she was given, and then got up and walked to where Jimmy was sitting. She hugged Jimmy and kissed his cheeks. Thank you so much, Jimmy this is marvelous. I want to go meet whoever made this food and thank them as well.

Jimmy had one bite left to eat, and then he got up and led Marguarita out of the room and into the kitchen. Jack met them almost immediately and after a short discussion with Jimmy and Marguarita he called one of the cooks over. Her name was Teresa Gonzales, and after a conversation in Spanish where Marguarita profusely thanked Teresa, Marguarita discovered that Teresa had been born and raised only about twenty miles from Marguarita's home town. Jimmy left Marguarita with Teresa and Jack so she could find out all about the food that was served here at The Hole. Teresa told Marguarita about how to order the things she wanted from Mexico, through Dave or Sandy.

When Jimmy returned to the conference room, Marsh queried him about the bar.

"Ah yes," Jimmy mused, "the bar. There is a stand of oak trees on the mountain above your house. One of the big trees got hit by lightning while I was rebuilding The Hole. I got a friend to haul the bottom forty feet of it down here, and another friend milled it. We opened the wall framing enough to get it in here, and then made the doors to fit the opening we had made. Those oak slab doors are not a standard size. Those doors and all the oak tables were milled from that one tree. I was not happy about losing it to begin with, but decided to make the best of an unfortunate situation. There's about a half a dozen that size up there still."

"Sweet!" Marsh responded. "Do you have any idea what that bar is worth?"

"I have no idea, Marsh." Jimmy smiled as he replied. "And I have no plans for having it appraised. It's never going anywhere, and I like it, so it doesn't need to be appraised. I sure wouldn't want to have to buy one like it, though. One of the things I really like is, I have the only one. Well I had the only one. I guess it's yours now."

"Just a minute my friend," Marsh looked Jimmy straight in the eyes. "As I recall, you told me you had a trust drafted, and you and I jointly own the trust, whenever we get around to having me sign the papers." 

"Ah yes." Jimmy responded. "Details, details, we should probably take care of that this afternoon, after your tour."

As Marguarita walked back into the room, Jimmy stood up. "It looks like everyone is finished with their breakfast. I've asked one of our pilots to take most of you back to the ranch, where you can all go your separate ways. Be that to work, home or wherever you need to go. I need Becca and Marsh to stay with me, and we'll take a tour of the Turner Company's locations in this area. After that Marsh and I need to get together with our lawyers, and bankers, and get the ugly part of our business taken care of."

"Just so y'all know, this is the first time I've had a family to take out to breakfast, and I really enjoyed it. I hope we can do it frequently from this point forward. Rick, would you take the ladies out to the pad, and help them load up in the 412? I asked Sam Black to fly all of you back to the ranch."

Rick, Marguarita, Sue, Trish, and Jenni all headed out to the helipad, and Jimmy, Becca, and Marsh sat in chairs at the end of the table. Jimmy sat at the head of the table, and Marsh and Becca sat across from each other in the first chairs at the sides. Wolf was lying against the wall behind Marsh. He looked like he was asleep. Marsh knew just how quickly Wolf could be in action, and he took comfort in knowing he had the K9 back-up.

Jimmy sat silently for a few minutes, just looking up at nothing that Marsh could identify. Marsh could almost see the wheels turning in Jimmy's head as he put together what he wanted to say next. 

Becca and Marsh both sat quietly with their elbows on the table, and their hands folded in front of them. Jimmy looked first at Becca, who smiled back at him, as he reached out and took one of her hands in one of his. He turned to look Marsh, and took one of his as well, with his other hand.

Looking back at Becca, Jimmy spoke softly. "Rebecca, you're my granddaughter, and I love you. You know that, right?

Becca smiled at Jimmy as she answered. "Of course, grandpa, you've showed me that very well. I hope you know that I love you, too."

"I do," Jimmy replied. "And I hope I never do anything to interfere with that. I need to ask you something, though. Are you OK with what I've done with the Turner Companies? In theory since you're my granddaughter, you should be in line to inherit, but with me bringing in Marsh,....."

Becca interrupted him. "Grandpa! How could you ever think I wouldn't be OK with what you do with your company? I love you just because you are my grandfather. And then because of all the things you've done for me, including the fact that you brought Marsh here, and introduced me to the love of my life! Do you have any serious questions, grandpa?"

Becca stood up and walked around the table to hug Jimmy, and gave him several warm kisses, on the cheeks and one on his mouth.

When she went back to her chair, Jimmy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Becca my sweet girl. You sure make me proud to call you my granddaughter. I had nothing to do with your raising, but your parents did a stellar job of it. I couldn't ask for a better offspring. I feel very blessed to have found both of you."

"Marsh, you were related by being married to my other granddaughter. Neither of us knew that till last week, and as far as I'm concerned you are still related, even if you weren't going to marry this granddaughter. I'm not a religious man, but I'm beginning to believe in divine guidance. You came into my life for a reason. Marsh I had decided I didn't want to know what Rick had found out about Trish. I wasn't going to ask. You did, and I am going to be glad to my grave that you did. There's no way I could have known what a splendid family I have. I sure hope I live a few more years to enjoy my daughter, granddaughter and my son."

"Becca, I'd like you to take us up to the training base, but I'd like you to fly us low over the east side of the lake, so Marsh can see the lodge conference center. Let's not stop there just let him see it. Then we can go up to the base and he can see what all is there."

"After we are done there, we need to go over to the main office, and meet with the lawyers and the bank guy. He's going to be there at 1400 to get Marsh hooked up with the accounts. Come to think of it, did you ever get tied to the corporate accounts and get a corporate credit or debit card, Becca?"

"Not really, grandpa." Becca replied. "You have always been anywhere I was, so you always paid. I figured you didn't think I needed to be on any accounts."

"That changes today." Marsh interrupted. We're gonna need you on most everything. If the founder disagrees, I'm going back to my simple mountain man life in the San Bernardino Wilderness. Have I made that clear enough?"

Marsh was smiling as he looked toward Jimmy, and squeezed the hand that was still holding his.

"Hey, Hey, now," Jimmy blurted. "You don't need to get all testy with the old man. I'm old, and I get to blame the old-timer fading brain syndrome for my fuck-ups. I'm just glad I have you two to make sure I can find my way home at the end of the day. Of course we need to get her included. I'd be surprised if you told me not to have her in the trust with you, eh?

"You're not as much old-timer faded as you are trying to be, grandpa." Marsh emphasized the word grandpa. "We probably should make some provisions for your daughter as well. You know, just in case your private pilot screws up and lands that shiny jet on the nose cone or something like that."

"Hey!" Becca exclaimed. "It wasn't me screaming down the street at house top level the other day at over six hundred miles an hour. - About that. Was it as much fun as it looked like?" Now Becca had a grin from ear to ear.

Jimmy looked between the two youngsters at the table with him. "Now children," he said firmly. "Am I going to have to send you to your rooms, without dinner?" As he finished he knew that was the wrong thing to ask.

"Would you please," begged Marsh. "Hey Becca you want to play doctor when we get sent to our room? I think he forgot we live in the same bedroom."

"Sweet!" Becca quickly replied. "Do you want us to go straight from here, grandpa? I can use a little punishment right about now." Her smile said she was having fun with this.

"Awwwwww shit!" Jimmy said with disgust. "I know better than that. Why do I even open my mouth? Let's get outta here." Jimmy stood and let go of Marsh and Becca's hands. As he walked around the corner of the table, Becca wrapped her arms around him. "I love you grandpa. I will till one or the other of us dies, and then I'll just keep on loving you after that."

Before Becca was finished talking, Marsh had walked around and put his arms around both Jimmy and Becca. "What she said Jimmy, and Becca, too. You two are gonna be cursed with my presence around you long after you're both sick and tired of my smiling mug. Let's go."

As the trio walked to the 230 on the pad, Becca suggested that Marsh and Jimmy should sit on the right side in the back, with the door open and headsets plugged into the communication system. That way Jimmy could act as a tour guide and Marsh could have a better view, than if he was in the left seat up front.

On the helipad, Tom and Ralph were still sitting guard in the Huey. Marsh spoke to them in a greeting and told them he was looking forward to working with them at some future time. He and Becca did a walk around inspection of the helo and then Becca got in the pilot's seat, and Marsh climbed into the back with Jimmy.

Jimmy had modified the 230 so that the doors would lift off easily. He had taken the side rear doors off and stowed them in the back of the helicopter in a place he had specially designed to hold the doors securely. 

Jimmy reached into the storage area and picked out a couple of harnesses that he and Marsh buckled into. The harnesses were modified climbing gear with straps that buckled into D-rings mounted into the floor. The straps were long enough to facilitate standing out on the step for observation or to assist in rescue operations. Marsh and Jimmy weren't likely to be getting out of the cabin, but the harnesses added an extra layer of safety. Both Marsh and Jimmy were big on safety.

While Marsh and Jimmy had been buckling up and getting seated, Becca had been going through the pre-start checklist, and had started the process of firing up the turbines. She was soon ready to lift off, and swung the helicopter to the left and across the road. She flew along a nicely graded gravel road that Jimmy told Marsh was the back way into the Turner Training base.

The training base was an abandoned military installation that Jimmy had purchased, from the government after it was closed as a result of Base Realignment and Closure (BRAC) action of 1988, in 1994. It was surrounded by BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land, and Jimmy had secured a lease on a large amount of that at the same time.

Becca began to veer the helo to the right, and soon slowed down and descended to just above the treetop level. They passed the tree line and were now flying over the lake that Marsh had seen the night before, when he and Becca had come up to Jimmy's lake house.

Becca flew low and slow along the lakeshore and she and Jimmy described all the features they flew past. There were numerous cabins along the shore. Some of them were close to the water, and some were almost hidden, back behind the tree line.

At about the halfway point, a mile from Jimmy's house, Becca slowed the helicopter even more. The trees thinned out a lot, and Jimmy described the camp that Marsh could see. There were at least a dozen small cabins clustered around a large log and stone built lodge. The lake-front wall of the lodge was mostly glass. The building had two stories with a large kitchen, dining room, and common room with a huge stone fireplace. On each side of the common room there was a conference room, and the second floor had bedrooms along a wide balcony.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 06



There were several garages, workshops, and storage buildings on the back side of the lodge, and there was a large beach area with a swimming area buoyed off, between a couple of docks. On the outside of the docks there were a couple of boat houses. Becca mentioned that there was at least one Correct Craft Ski Nautique in each of the boat-houses. Jimmy told him there were several pontoon boats in the storage buildings, as well.

Jimmy told Marsh that the Turner Companies had several weeks of summer camps for the children of their employees every year, and that at times some of the manufacturing companies brought employees out here for weekend retreats. There were a few full time staff at the camp, and they brought in staff for the kids camps as needed. Employee groups were responsible for bringing their own staff, or hiring staff through the camp manager. 

It was over a mile to the far end of the lake, from the camp. On this end of the lake and across on the other side there were some training areas with more docks, buildings, sheds, and a mess hall. Water rescue training and underwater operations were taught and practiced here. Jimmy made a point of telling Marsh that there were several other water training facilities, including a large one on one of the Hawaiian Islands. He said there was an executive resort in the Caribbean as well. 

Becca gained a little altitude as she flew across the north end of the lake shore and over the forest again. It was another five miles to where the forest ended, and Marsh saw several miles of cleared land in three directions.

There was a paved road that entered the base from the west. It came off of a larger four lane divided highway. Marsh could see at least a dozen buildings that looked like administration and barracks, in a grouping that was typical of a military base. There were additional buildings further out that could have been classrooms and bunkers. Marsh saw a runway that he guessed was around twelve thousand feet long. It could probably handle large transports as well as smaller aircraft. Marsh asked Jimmy why it appeared to be unused.

"We're working on a conditional use variance." Jimmy said. The city had opposed The Turner Companies use of the base for a private airport. They were charging Turner for hangers and landing fees, as well as selling fuel for their aircraft. They didn't want to lose that revenue. Jimmy had sued them and won the suit, but there were still a few hurdles to jump, it wouldn't be much longer, maybe only a couple more weeks. He hoped to have it passed in time for Becca's birthday. Marsh smiled and nodded.

There were several large hangers here and some smaller ones as well. Presently Marsh saw over a dozen helicopters on the ground. There were several UH-1Y Hueys. Two AH-1Z Super Cobras, aka Vipers. He also saw an OH-58 Kiowa, and a couple of CH-53 Super Stallions. Marsh had seen a Bell 412 at the Hole, and there were two of them here.

Marsh looked at Jimmy. "I think we should get another 412, as well as your 525, Jimmy. I see myself carrying more people than the 230 will carry quite often."

"I have no problem with that," Jimmy responded. "We could order a second 525 if you'd like. We have a new 412 coming within the next couple of weeks. You can use that one till we can get the 525s. There's a Sikorsky S-92 around here somewhere, too."

"Works for me," Marsh replied. "I wish I could find a vertical take-off and landing FA-18. I'm not real fond of the Harrier though, so until I can get an F-35B I'll have to wish for the FA-18 E, and settle for flying helicopters, for my vertical take-off and landing stuff. I can at least carry more people in the choppers, than in an F-35, and a FA-18 combined." Marsh gave Jimmy a wink and a nod. Jimmy knew what that was about.

Becca flew north across the runway and away from the main buildings. It was three or four miles out to another cluster of buildings. Here there were a couple of obstacle courses, jump training platforms, and various rifle and pistol ranges. Marsh asked if one of the buildings was an armory. Jimmy just nodded, and pointed to the largest building in the group.

Marsh had noted that there was a motor-pool at the main base, and a smaller one here at the outpost. There were MRAPs, HUMMWVs, 2 ½ ton and 5 ton trucks and tractor trailers. Out here at the outpost, Marsh saw a couple of M1A1 Abrams battle tanks. 

Marsh decided he was looking at the generic equivalent of a smaller version of Camp Pendleton, where his own private Marine Corps/SEAL teams trained. He knew that there were some Army Rangers in his teams, but he knew that Jimmy was partial to the SEALs and Marines that he had been with in 'Nam, forty years ago.

Marsh asked Jimmy, "Is there anything on Pendleton that we don't have here?"

"Yeah," Jimmy replied. "Fighter jets, and approved runways. We're gonna fix that though." Jimmy paused, and then continued. "Maybe you ought to start talking to your friend Dan about switching his flight operations out here. We could serve him better than those idiots at the city's airport are doing, and do it a hell of a lot cheaper. Hell Marsh, I buy jet-A, delivered out here, for about half what we're paying at the "International Airport". Those guys are outrageous." 

Marsh thought about that for a minute. "I reckon that would save him money in the long run, wouldn't it? He would have a little longer drive from his offices to our base than the airport. It would be a lot closer to his home. And we might be able to convince him to sell his Board of Directors on the idea of a helicopter or two. Then he'd have some quick transportation across town."

"You got it," Becca chimed in. Wouldn't that piss off the city fathers? They already know they're losing our revenue. If we pulled Dan's company business out there, they'd have a conniption fit."

Jimmy laughed. "I would love that! After all the shit they have put me through, I'd like to stick it to them any way I can. Marsh, please talk to Dan Morrison about it."

"I tell you what, Jimmy." Marsh responded. "I'll talk to him about it as soon as we know when we are going to be approved. I'm assuming we have fuel tanks and delivery arrangements in place already, no?"

Jimmy smiled. "We do. We are not using all of the tanks that we have, but we have tanks, and fuel trucks. And I have a contract with Shell Aviation that says they'll supply all the fuel we can use. It doesn't hurt anything that one of the big shots at Shell Global is a friend of mine from 'Nam.

Becca flew over almost the entire base, and Marsh was impressed with the variety of the training areas. She also flew out to the highway and Marsh was able to see the base entrance. There was a guardhouse at the gate, that was staffed 24/7. ID was needed to get in. It would not be that long of a drive from Dan's office complex to get to the base/air field.

Becca flew back to the headquarters complex, and landed the helo. Jimmy took Marsh into the HQ building and introduced him to the key people at the training facility. He showed Marsh a locked office that he happened to have a key to, and told Marsh that this was his office out here. There was another "control" room here at HQ, and Jimmy told Marsh there were several underground bunkers including another control room, and armory.

After a walking tour and several introductions, Jimmy suggested they head down to the main offices and get ready to meet with the suits. Jimmy could also show Marsh some online tours of some of the properties and facilities in other states and in a couple of other countries.

Becca made the trip to the new office building a short one and landed on the roof. She took a page out of Marsh's playbook and backed the 230 into the hanger. Marsh and Jimmy unstrapped their harnesses, and Marsh reached back and picked up a door. Jimmy showed him how to put it back on the helo, and then they all headed down to their offices.

Marsh went straight to Trish's office and received a hug and very warm kiss. "Oh Marsh," Trish gushed. I'm so glad to see you. Do you have time to walk down to the hotel with me? I want to go take some paperwork down there and pick up some bills and timecards."

"I'll make time for you, sweetheart." Marsh replied with a smile. "How's it going up here, baby doll? Are you enjoying the new office and the change in work load?"

"Oh Marsh!" Trish exclaimed. "I'm learning so much new stuff. I'm muddling through and asking a lot questions. Rick knows a lot of stuff about management. I know hotel stuff, but it's nice to have Rick to help me with the management stuff." 

"Trish," Marsh responded. "If you want to take some business classes or go to hospitality seminars, you just say the words, and I'll make sure you can go and learn the things you think you need or want. Do a little bit of internet research and find out what's available. Your boss is big on education and will support you completely. Let's walk down to the hotel and talk on the way."

Trish and Marsh walked to the elevator, rode to the ground floor, and walked down to the Best Western, Turner Inn. The conversation was a combination of serious business and light hearted banter. Marsh felt very comfortable chatting with his mother about anything and everything. He found her to be gaining both knowledge and confidence. 

When Trish was finished with her business at the hotel office, she and Marsh walked back up to the office building. Marsh asked her to go up to the executive suite without him, and he turned and walked down to the medical offices that were being remodeled and refurnished.

Sue and Jenni were making great progress, and Marsh was glad he had hired the right people to do the job. 

Sue told Marsh that she had talked to Vernon Jobinski and he would gladly see Rick next Tuesday. Vernon told Sue that he knew exactly what she was talking about. He had seen seven Vietnam vets that had been in the same prison camp. The doctor that tortured the American prisoners was notorious for his cruelty and this specific injury was one of his specialties. Vernon had developed a fairly quick and easy repair, which had been successful on the first try on six of the seven vets. The first Marine he had worked on had to come back for a second surgery, but Vernon had been successful in restoring full function. There would still be scars, but Vernon was pretty sure he could fix Rick's problem.

Vernon had also said that the Navy surgeon that had done the first patch job on these vets had been really good, and the work he did on them was way ahead of the standard for the time. Vernon told Sue he would really like to find this old Navy surgeon and pick his brain. Marsh asked Sue to call Vernon again so Marsh could talk to him.

Sue picked up her office phone and hit one of the speed dial buttons. Dr. Jobinski's office manager answered the phone on the second ring. "Hi Sue!" She said pleasantly, "you need to talk to Dr. Jobinski again?"

"Wow!" Sue exclaimed. "You have me on your caller ID already? I'm impressed. I would like to talk to him if it isn't too much trouble, but I have Dr. Mitchel here on the speaker as well."

"Oh hi, Marsh! I haven't heard from you in years. How're you doing?"

"I'm doing very well, Sonja. How 'bout you? Marsh asked.

I'm well also Marsh; I'll get Dr. Jobinski for you right away. He's finished with his morning patients, and just getting ready to get some lunch." Came the pleasant reply.

Vernon Jobinski came on the line in a matter of seconds. "Sue, Marsh, to what do I owe the honor of getting to talk to both of you so soon?

Marsh responded. "Vernon, Sue says you know the fix for a problem that not just a few guys came back from 'Nam with. She tells me you want to meet the Navy MASH doctor that patched some of them up."

"Marsh, that Navy surgeon was a genius. I'd love to meet the guy. He did a super job with the patching job. I'm sure if he'd had the procedure I came up with he would have done it in the jungle. As it is, if he hadn't done the great work he did in the jungle, I would never have been able to fix these heroes. Do you have any idea how to find him? I'd love to talk to him and show him the procedure. He can probably give me some pointers that can improve my procedure."

"Well Vernon, how 'bout I bring him with us when we come out next week? He happens to be my partner, and I knew he was good, but hearing it from you makes me proud to say I know him. I'll make sure he's with us when we get there."

"Marsh, you've made my day," Dr. Jobinski replied. "I'm looking forward to seeing all of you next week."

"Me too, Vernon," said Marsh. "I'm sure Dr. Turner will enjoy the trip as well. I've got work to do and I'm pretty sure you do too. Thanks Vernon. See you Tuesday."

Sue pushed the end call button, and she and Marsh talked about the progress here at the new practice offices and the upcoming trip to San Bernardino. Sue told Marsh she didn't need to go on this trip unless he insisted. If Marsh and Jimmy saw the procedure they could do it if it ever came up in the future. And with her specializing on the other half of the species, both Sue and Marsh figured that was a very remote possibility.

Jenni was ordering equipment and lining up people to fill positions. She had worked with Rick and Jimmy to hire contractors and architects to do the work on the urgent care center, and to get started on the fitness center and gym.

After seeing the progress that was being made in the new urgent care offices, and the plans that were in the works for the gym and fitness center, Marsh headed up to his office suite, and went in to talk to Trish some more.

Trish was handed the task of getting a cafeteria and food services, and Marsh wanted to get caught up on how those items were going along. He was pleased with the progress. Trish had made appointments with some people from the Golden Corral chain, The Olive Garden, and the El Torito chain. The people from the Olive Garden were going to be there tomorrow, and the Golden Corral and El Torito people would be here on Monday. Golden Corral representatives would be here in the morning and El Torito's people in the afternoon. 

Trish was hoping that the Golden Corral representatives would agree to put in a restaurant that would serve as the cafeteria, and both Olive Garden and El Torito would put in restaurants on the property between the office building, and the hotel. Or perhaps one on each side of the entrance road. Marsh liked the ideas that Trish was working on, and told her so. Trish beamed. 

She also had a call in to a couple of yogurt shops that she thought could put in a small satellite shop in the fitness center. Marsh decided he had made a very good choice when he put Trish in charge of the hospitality division. She obviously had great ideas and the initiative to follow through with them. This seemed to be working out as well as he had hoped, maybe better.

Marsh did a walk through the building with Wolf, checking in with the employees in each department. He got good feedback from several employees, and was told more than once that the new safe transportation program was going to be a hit.

The security division was in the basement, and had quite a bit of foot traffic, coming and going. Like he had on the floors above, Wolf was well received. He was polite and friendly, and made several new friends.

Marsh made a point of being back up in the executive suites a few minutes before the lawyers and the bank executives arrived. He stopped and asked Trish and Becca to join him in his office where he had a conversation about what was going to happen this afternoon. Jimmy came in and joined the conversation.

Trish was adamant that she didn't need anything from the estate, and didn't need to be in the trust meetings they were going to have.

Both Marsh and Jimmy tried to reason with her, and Becca finally got her to agree that she could sit in and at least hear what was going on. Becca told her that she (Becca) didn't want anything from the estate or the trust either, but that she could help Marsh better if she knew what was going on. Marsh could tell Trish wasn't entirely convinced she should be in the meetings but she grudgingly agreed to sit in and listen to what was going on.

Sally knocked on Marsh's door and when Marsh told her to come in she told the executive group that the gentlemen and lady from the bank had arrived. She had sent them to one of the boardrooms and had called the IT department to come up and help them set up any computer connections they needed.

Marsh asked her to call Rick and ask him to come up and join them as well. Rick showed up in just a few minutes and the five of them went to the board room where the bankers were just finishing their computer connections.

Jimmy had already told the bank executives what he wanted and what was already in the trust, so there really weren't a lot of things to work out. 

Marsh insisted on adding Trish and Becca to several of the accounts so that they could do their jobs and make payments and purchases as needed. The additional paperwork needed to add them was minimal, and the bankers were finished in about forty five minutes.

They had actually brought debit and credit card blanks with them and an imprinter that enabled them to make new corporate cards for Marsh, Becca and Trish. As the bankers were leaving Trish laughed and asked, "Does this mean I can go out and go on a shopping spree this afternoon?

Marsh, Jimmy, and Becca all laughed with Trish. Becca spoke up and said, "Only if I get to come with you and use your card."

Trish responded. "Hey they just made you one of your own. Why do you need to use mine?"

"Because you're the mother, and Marsh will never know how much I spent. It'll all show up on your card." 

Even the company accountant that was in the meeting laughed. She had made notes throughout the meeting and knew where to put money and charges for each cost center. 

Trish told everyone she didn't want to have to worry about all the cost centers, and where all the charges went. She just wanted to do her own job and leave the accounting to the people her father and Marsh had hired to take care of those tasks.

Several lawyers, clerks, and secretaries showed up promptly at 1500. Jimmy introduced Marsh, Trish, and Becca to the company on staff lawyers, and they in turn introduced a couple of lawyers from an outside firm, who were helping to handle all the corporation details, and the main trust composition.

Marsh spoke to the attorneys and told them what he had in mind for including Trish and Becca. He spoke to them for about ten minutes spelling out his own thoughts and wants. The lead attorney from the outside firm listened to Marsh's thoughts and then replied. "You're nobodies dummy are you Dr. Mitchel? I've never heard a person that didn't have some kind of legal training speak so knowledgably about corporate and trust issues. We can make all of that work, almost exactly the way you just spelled it out. I have to admit, I don't think I could have described what you just did any better."

"I could have used a few bigger words and some legalese mumbo jumbo, but it wouldn't have made any sense to anyone but the attorneys. That was impressive."

Trish spoke up right after the lawyer quit speaking. "That was clear enough that I even understood it. I just barely finished high school. Marsh, that was very clear. Thank you for including me in this so nicely."

Marsh smiled at Trish, and then turned to the attorney. "Thank you both for the kind words. I don't officially have any formal legal education. I have been through several issues that I had to study the law for, and it's important to me to do things right. If nobody has any objections, you can make the necessary modifications to the documents, and this meeting doesn't have to drag out half of the night. Some of us have better things to do this evening."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 07



As with previous chapters of the story of Dr. Mitchel I'd like to start with a heartfelt THANK YOU! To RecHiker! He edited this chapter, inspired me, and has helped me stay focused. He's taken time from his BUSY schedule to advise me, and edit this chapter.  

I'd also like to thank RecHiker for allowing me to insert my characters into his story, The Morrisons. And for allowing me to borrow some of his characters to insert in mine. It's actually a lot of fun to exchange events, and blend dialog between both stories. This chapter is very closely interwoven with RecHiker's chapter 25. There are "scenes" (events) described in both stories, from a little different perspective. (Almost like the description of real events by real witnesses.) THANKS, RecHiker!

I also want to say Thank you to my readers. Thank you even more to the readers who like the story and go to the trouble to tell me. Feedback is a great motivator. Knowing someone liked what I've written helps me want to continue. Also thank you to the readers who send constructive criticism. Writing to me and calling me names does nothing to improve the storyline or the writing. 

Special thanks to those of you who have written me with encouragement and well wishes, during my time off. My wife is home, breathing on her own just fine. It was a trying month+, but things are nearly back to normal.

If you are looking for a "stroker" story with quick, dirty, irresponsible, sexual encounters, (slam bam thank you ma'am) this is not for you. This story is about loving relationships, and builds the characters in what I consider to be safe, loving situations. It does contain descriptions of graphic sexual encounters. Some of these are faded memories of certain portions of misspent youthful encounters. Others are complete fantasies and wishful thinking. All are intended to be entertaining.

I readily admit to being an amateur, and I write mostly for my own entertainment. Believe me when I tell you I sometimes entertain myself way more than I should. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that gets edited out. Thank God for the delete button. I'm old enough to remember typewriters, carbon paper, and white-out. I wouldn't do this under those conditions. I've even owned an IBM Selectric, and a Xerox Memorywriter.... With either of them this story would not exist.

This story, the characters in it, the events described, and the activities of the characters are all figments of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real life, or actual people, is strictly coincidental. Some of the locations mentioned do in fact exist, and most of the inanimate objects are real. Please note; though some of the locations are real, some of them have been modified to fit the story lines.

The characters that are involved with sexual encounters are all adults, and capable of making responsible decisions.

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I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Fat_Dad

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Marsh woke up to the sound of laughter coming from the shower in the front bathroom. A quick survey of his surroundings revealed that he and Becca had been left in the bed. Trish, Sue, and Jenni had gotten up early and were in the shower. From the sounds of it, they were having fun in there.

Marsh just laid there and listened, enjoying the sound of happiness that the laughter portrayed. It wasn't long before there were movements from the sleeping beauty beside him. Marsh turned his head and watched as Becca adjusted her position, then opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, and then smiled at Marsh, as she became aware of his attention directed towards her.

"Good morning, my love." Marsh whispered. "You are looking beautiful this morning. I sure hope I can wake up to this vision a lot more times before I die."

"Thank you, my handsome prince," Becca softly replied. "I'll be the happiest woman in the world, to have you do that."

Becca turned a little more toward Marsh, and her right hand slipped down to wrap around his morning wood. As she slowly stroked up and down his cock, Marsh hummed a contented murmur. "Hmmmm, I'll give you two hours to quit that," he told her.

"Marsh," Becca spoke quietly.

"Mmmmm-Hmmm." He responded.

"You woke up hard. I woke up wet. Do you suppose it would be too much trouble if I rolled over on top of you and rode that pony?" She asked.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Marsh gave her a shocked look. "You can climb on here any time you want. It's your pony! You ride it or share it as you see fit."

"Oh thank you!" Becca replied as she started to roll the rest of the way over and move on top of Marsh.

Becca guided Marsh's cock directly to her tight, but very wet pussy. She slowly lowered herself till Marsh was fully embedded. Becca just stayed still for several minutes, enjoying the fullness she felt and the joy of being connected to the man she loved so completely.

Marsh wrapped his arms around her and just held her tightly on top of himself as he basked in the warmth of not just her pussy, but her love as well.

Becca's pussy muscles began to contract around Marsh's cock. Anyone who was watching them would not have known there was anything happening, but Marsh could feel the marvelous sensations of the pressure his lover's muscles were causing.

Soon enough Becca's hips started to rock. It began almost imperceptibly and Becca began to purr softly. "Oh Marsh," she whispered. "This feels soooo good." 

"Becca," Marsh responded. "I couldn't agree more. You are taking me to heaven, on the glory train....Mmmmm. Don't ever stop."

Becca's breathing deepened and her hip movements gradually increased in length and speed. Her soft purring advanced to first low moaning and soon to much louder exclamations of pleasure.

"Oh....Marsh....Oh... that's soooo... good! Oh... Marsh!" Becca was slamming her hips on Marsh, and his hips were now thrusting up to meet hers.

The three girls that had been taking a shower had exited the bathroom and were all standing at the door of the closet. One after the other found their hands down in their own pelvic area, rubbing their own now drenched pussies, to very satisfying climaxes of their own.

Marsh and Becca had no idea what was happening in the room around them. Marsh still had his arms wrapped around Becca, and they were kissing passionately. Their moans and Becca's screams of pleasure were muffled by the lip lock they shared. 

Becca lifted her head, and broke their kiss, so she could get a breath. Both of the lovers were breathing erratically and both could feel their climax building. 

"I'm.... gonna.....cum!" Marsh exclaimed. "I'm ... almost.... there!"

"Oh....Marsh! Me.....too...Come with meeeeeee Maaarrrrshhhhhh! Becca slammed herself down on Marsh one last time. – Hard! Her back arched, and her toes pointed to the end of the bed. Her pussy muscles clamped down on Marsh's cock and sucked the hot cum out of his spasming balls.

Marsh arched his back and thrust himself up towards Becca, spurting his hot white cream into Becca's spasming love tunnel.

Becca's body finally relaxed and she melted into Marsh. He pulled her as close as humanly possible. "Oh Becca," he breathed. "Each time we make love is better than the one before. You're awesome!"

Marsh and Becca were finally aware of their surroundings, and heard the applause and praises of the other three ladies in the room, who had all had their own orgasms while watching Marsh and Becca make love.

"Now see what you did?" Sue chided them. "You got us all worked up and we're going to have to take another shower to clean off the sweat and the juice running down our legs."

"And well worth the trouble!" Jenni commented.

Trish just walked over to the bed and bent down to kiss Marsh and Becca. "That was great." She complimented. "I'll risk needing a shower anytime at all, to watch you two. You're inspiring to watch. The only thing that might be better would be to have that marvelous cock in me, instead of you, baby girl." 

Sue and Jenni had already headed back into the bathroom, where they took turns using the toilet and then the bidet, then turning the shower back on, and cleaning off the fresh sweat, and other body fluids.

Marsh pulled Trish down onto the bed and wrapped her in a hug that Becca joined. Then the three of them went to the back bathroom where Becca, then Trish used the toilet and the bidet, then joined Marsh in the shower.

If each of them had taken showers separately, one after the other, they would probably have taken less time. They would most certainly have had a lot less fun. They washed each other and groped and tickled, poked and prodded, and generally had a good time getting clean.

When the shower was a little more than complete, the water was turned off and the three participants proceeded to dry each other with the same approach, having fun. Everyone was a little more than clean, and everyone was a little more than dry, when they were finished.

Next they all moved to the large front closet, picked out the clothes they thought appropriate for the day, and got dressed to go to work. It was going to be a short work day, but everyone needed to show up at the office, to close out the projects they had in motion the day before. Or at least get things at a convenient stopping place for the weekend.

Sue and Jenni had gone to their room to get dressed and returned to Marsh, Trish, and Becca's room when they were ready for work. They both picked a spot and sat to wait till their friends were ready to head downstairs.

Marguarita and Rick were in the kitchen where Marguarita was making breakfast for all of them. She had mixed the batter to make waffles and had actually made enough waffles already so that everyone could get started. There were hot waffles in the oven and there was batter for anyone to have as many as they would like.

Mita had set out several different toppings, including several kinds of fresh berries along with butter, powdered sugar, and Becca quickly recognized a bottle of Vermont maple syrup. The bottle had the label from the Andrews' farm. 

Becca asked Mita where she had gotten that bottle of syrup, and Mita told her that she had contacted Sandy Hanson, at The Hole. Sandy had hooked her up with a guy in Vermont named Bruce Andrews, who was making the maple syrup on his cousin's farm. Mita had ordered a case of it, and said she had already tasted it and it was the best maple syrup she had ever had.

Becca beamed. Bruce was in fact her cousin, and the farm he was producing Maple syrup on was the farm her father had left to her. The farm she had been raised on. She ran over to Marguarita and wrapped her in a huge hug, then planted a very warm kiss on her lips.

"Wow!" Mita exclaimed. "That was nice. I don't know what I did that was so great, but I will be glad to do it again for that kind of treatment."

"Oh mama," Becca responded. "That maple syrup is so good. That's from the farm I was raised on. I used to help my daddy harvest it and cook it down. This is comfort food for me. Thank you, so much!"

Becca knew her cousin was living on her farm, but she had no idea he was harvesting the syrup from the trees her father had harvested. Trees she had harvested with her dad when she was a little girl. This was indeed a treat. Becca had a little bit of waffle with her maple syrup.

Mita had placed the bottle of syrup in a pan of water, on the stove, and brought the water to a simmer. The syrup was warm enough to melt the butter on the waffles. The whole effect was exquisite. The waffles stayed warm, and the syrup, with the melted butter, soaked in and tasted delicious.

"Don't ever buy any more of this," Becca told Mita. "I'll call Bruce and have him ship cases of it for free. After all, it comes from my trees."

Marsh decided he had to have a second waffle with strawberries, blueberries, and some whipped cream. He was convinced he would not need to worry about having any lunch when he was finished with the breakfast Marguarita had provided, but he was also convinced that it was worth it.

Marsh invited everyone to ride in the Bronco again. This time Trish drove and Sue sat on Marsh's lap. When they got down to the hanger Jimmy was there and had the helicopter out on the pad. Marsh and Becca did their routine walk around inspection before they climbed in with everyone else. Becca went through the start-up routine, and flew the Turner executives to the office.

Becca left the helicopter on the pad and she and Marsh put a couple of tie-downs on it just for the hell of it. They could all be sure it would still be on the heli-pad when they came back to it, and not blown off to the lawn below. The rest of the group headed to the stairs, and then to their offices. 

When Marsh and Becca went down the stairs and into the executive suite, Marsh asked Becca to come with him, and headed straight to Jimmy's office.

The door was wide open, but Marsh knocked on the door frame and asked if Jimmy could spare a few minutes for him to bounce a couple of things across his field of expertise. "Come on in," Jimmy said cordially. "I'll always have time for my favorite son. Bring that gorgeous lady with you," he continued. "I will also always enjoy looking at my beautiful granddaughter. Just because she's my granddaughter doesn't mean I can't bask in the pleasure of looking at her."

Becca blushed a bright red. "Grandpa!" She exclaimed. 

"Why don't you two have a chair and make yourselves comfortable? I don't know why Marsh drug you in here, but I have something to talk about as well. Marsh, you go first." Jimmy looked like he was in a particularly good mood.

"OK," Marsh replied. "Here goes nuthin. I've been thinking...."

"Oh no!" Becca exclaimed. "Now we're in trouble."

"As I was saying," Marsh continued. "Before I was so rudely interrupted." Marsh emphasized the word rudely. "I know I now own a custom built Boeing 747-8. I have yet to see the inside of it. I don't know anything about the amenities it contains, and I have never been seated in the cockpit of it.'

"Would it be the better part of wisdom for us to have its regular flight crew on board instead of some beauty queen and some deputy sheriff trying to wade through the procedures to get it from our airport to Honolulu? I have the utmost faith in the beauty queen, but the deputy may be a bit of a liability."

I also think that a flight like the one we are taking this afternoon might be a little more enjoyable if there were some cabin staff. Do I have some of them? If I do, are they on call at a couple of hours' notice? I really think we should enjoy each other and our guests this weekend."

Becca was smiling at Marsh. Jimmy took a deep breath, let it out, and smiled. "Marsh, you are not only a good doctor, and a nice guy, but you are a smart cookie as well."

"I thought about that last night, and called the crew. I was going to call you in here this morning and hope you weren't going to be pissed off at me for making a command decision without asking. They are up at the base, as we speak, getting the plane ready to go. Leyanni has the flight crew quarters ready as well."

"Oh goody!" Becca bubbled. "Maybe I can have a chance to join the mile high club. I'm always flying the plane and have never had a chance. Oh wait.... I never had the right man either. Now I have both."

"I'd be happy to swear you in," Marsh smiled.

"OK," Jimmy chipped in. "I've got all the information I need. Let's change the subject. Shall we?"

Marsh quickly thought of one thing to clarify. "Jimmy," he asked. "Our flight crews are all given confidentiality agreements, right? They aren't going to feel like telling the world, or their friends what they see or hear on any given trip, are they?"

Jimmy chuckled. "Yes, Marsh. They have signed confidentiality agreements, and they aren't going to report you to the boss for any discretionary liberties you take. They may not join in if you adopt the Morrison's dress code, but at least some of them will if you give them that option, and nobody is going to talk about anything outside of the plane."

"Sweet!" Marsh responded. "I'll still try to have a little huddle with them before anyone gets on the plane. I think our guests would rather have that option, and I know that will be my preference. Wolf will enjoy not wearing his vest as well. I've heard he'll have to wear it at the airport, but he'll probably enjoy showing it off to the authorities there anyway."

Jimmy laughed out loud. "I take it you've heard that Hawaii isn't really fond of having people bring their animals to the islands. Are you bringing Wolf just to see if you can piss off some bureaucratic numb nut? Or do you think he'll serve some purpose on the island?"

"Oh, he'll serve a purpose, even if it's only to piss off some self-righteous bureaucrat. I love my dog, and he goes with me. He's gonna make sure my fiancé is safe, with or without me present. He's my fiancés' and my mother's guardian. When all's said and done, I'm pretty sure they won't want to mess with the San Bernardino County Sheriff's department, or the US Marshals service. And I have the security of knowing that John will back me up completely. That's what kind of guy he is."

"Don't you think I know it?" Jimmy asked. "John will stand up with his men straight into hell. I've seen him do it in the jungles of Vietnam. He's the best."

"Now let's get a little work done. And just so you know, I asked a couple of your pilots to get the 92, and a 53 ready, and be at the Morrison's place at 1300. If you get us all up there early, you can go with them, or you can just do whatever you're heart desires. The birds will be ready."

Marsh cocked his head as he responded. "I knew there was a reason I kept you on after the change of power. You're gonna make me want to keep you for another couple of days. There goes your fishing trip to Alaska, buddy." 

"Damn!" Jimmy proclaimed. "There you go spoiling my plans again. I knew I shouldn't have done you any favors," he laughed.

Marsh was about to make another comment, as Sally Armstrong stepped to the door of Jimmy's office; "I have a Mr. Juan Javier on line one. He sounds angry."

Jimmy responded immediately. "We'll pick it up in here, Sally. Thank you!"

Jimmy gave Marsh and Becca a brief introduction to Mr. Javier before he picked up the call.

"Good Morning Juan. This is Jimmy Turner. I have you on my speaker with my new CEO Dr. Marshall Mitchel, and his executive vice-president, Rebecca Andrews. How can we help you today, my friend?"

In a very heavy Latin-American accent, Mr. Javier started to shout into the phone. "My God Damn security system is AFU, Jimmy Turner. When I got here this morning my security chief was running around trying to make it work. He can do nothing with it. I have almost a half billion dollars in a satellite security system and it isn't working after only four months. I need it to work right now, Jimmy Turner!"

Marsh held up his hand with one finger up, signaling Jimmy he would respond, and when Mr. Javier stopped Marsh responded; Buenos días, Sr. Javier. Este es el Dr. Marshall Mitchel. Voy a intentar ayudarle, enseguida. (Good morning, Mr. Javier. This is Dr. Marshall Mitchel. I will try to help you, right away.) ¿Puede decirme algo sobre lo que ocurrió con el sistema? (Can you tell me anything about what happened to your system?) 

The Turner executives could hear the relief in Juan Javier's voice as he replied to Marsh in his own native language. "No sé realmente el Dr. Mitchel. Algo ha sucedido anoche, y no he sido informado de que hasta esta mañana. Creo que mi pueblo estaban tratando de arreglarlo, y que no me iban a contarme." (I really don't know Dr. Mitchel. Something happened last night, and I was not told about it until this morning. I think my people were trying to fix it, and they were not going to tell me about it.)




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 07



Marsh continued the conversation with Juan Javier in Spanish, while Becca helped Jimmy translate what the other two were saying. Jimmy knew a little bit of Spanish, but Marsh and Becca were fluent in it, so he was a little slow in keeping up.

When the whole story came out, it seems an employee had brought his twelve year old daughter to work with him. The twelve year old had been playing games on the office computer and had somehow gotten into the security system. In her travels online she downloaded a game that got mixed up in the security system files, and the system had gone into a safety mode to keep it safe.

While Marsh and Juan were talking, Jimmy picked up his cell phone and called one of the programmers in the Miami office, and she went right about logging into the half-billion dollar satellite computer system, and cleaned out the offending files, and restored the system.

The programmer called Jimmy back in about ten minutes, and told him the problem was fixed. Marsh heard the conversation and asked Juan; "Se puede controlar con su división de seguridad, Juan? El sistema debe realizar copias de seguridad y funcionamiento como nueva." (Can you check with your security division, Juan? Your system should be back up and running as good as new.)

"A sólo un minuto, por favor. LO miraré." (Just a minute, please. I'll check.) Juan replied. There were a couple of minutes of silence, and then Mr. Javier came back on the line. "¡Oh, Dios mío. Se han fijado ya la tiene. Muchas gracias, tanto! Este es un muy buen servicio." (Oh my God. You have fixed it already. Thank You, so much! This is very good service.)

"Estoy muy contento de lo que podría ayudar a que el Sr. Javier. Nuestros clientes son muy importantes para nosotros. Os voy a dar mi número de teléfono móvil personal. Si usted tiene más problemas, me puede llamar directamente. Os aconsejo que si, que me estoy tomando mi familia a Hawai para este fin de semana, así que puede que no sea tan rápido. También le daré el número para el programador. Usted puede llamar a su si necesita ayuda inmediata." Marsh told him. (I'm really glad we could help you Mr. Javier. Our clients are very important to us. I'm going to give you my personal cell phone number. If you have any more problems, you can call me directly. I'll warn you though; I'm taking my family to Hawaii for this weekend, so I might not be quite as quick. I'll also give you the number for the programmer. You can call her if you need immediate help.)

Marsh passed on the phone numbers and ended the call with a very happy client.

Jimmy beamed at Marsh and Becca. "Damn we do nice work!" He bragged. "Marsh, I would never have thought to speak to him in his primary language. I'm so slow it would never have worked. I think that was a great tactic. You made him feel very comfortable. He's gonna be a repeat customer and a great referral."

"I hope they're all this easy." Marsh remarked. "All I did was talk to the customer for a few minutes. You called the tech. and she did all the work. I like it when we all work together as a team." 

"Don't downplay your roll in this." Jimmy replied. "Your language skills and your calm reasonable manner put the client at ease. You're absolutely right though. It was a well-oiled team effort. I'm still really glad you're here, Marsh. I did the right thing, bringing you here, and giving you the authority to take charge. You do that well. Thank you, Marsh!"

"OK, here's my plan," Marsh said. "I think you and Becca and I should leave for the base in a couple of hours. I want to make a tour of the building between now and then to check in on all the departments. People need to get used to seeing my face, and they need to know I care about what is going on. Each employee is important to this organization. I'd like everyone to know that." 

"If either you or Becca wants to come along, Wolf and I would welcome you. If either or both of you have other things to do, that's OK too. While Wolf and I make our rounds, I'll check with the ones who are going with us this weekend to see if they can leave in about two hours." 

Becca smiled at Marsh. "Can you give me about ten minutes to make one phone call? I just have the one thing to handle, and then I'll be ready to go with you. Grandpa, are you gonna come with us. I think it would be fun. Marsh, why don't you invite mom, too?"

Jimmy cocked his head and thought for just a minute. "I'll come with you as well. Marsh, go talk to Trish and talk her into coming. I wonder if this would be a good weekly practice. It could certainly be a team builder. Come get me when you're ready to leave."

Becca went into her office and Marsh got up and went to talk to Trish. As he walked into her office, Trish stood up and came out from behind her desk. "Hi there Marsh I'm happy to see you again so soon. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Marsh met Trish and wrapped her in a big bear hug. "Hi beautiful! I like the greetings I get when I come in here. You always make me feel wanted, even if I know you don't need my help."

"I'm getting ready to do a building tour. I think I'm going to make it a regular weekly routine, going through the building and visiting every department. Would you like to and have time to go with me? Becca and your father are going and I'd really like to have you come along as well."

Trish's face lit up again. "That sounds like a good idea and a fun thing to do. I can hear from everyone how they like what we're doing, and get more suggestions about what people want to eat."

"Excellent!" Marsh responded. Finish up whatever you were doing and come into Jimmy's office. Marsh warmly kissed Trish on the lips and let her go back to her desk, as he took a quick trip into his own office to check his messages.

"Nothing pressing here." He said to himself. "I'm all caught up with myself. I think I'll give myself the weekend off, and send me to Hawaii."

Becca walked through the door that joined her office and Marsh's office. "Do I hear somebody talking to himself already this morning? Seems a little early for that isn't it?"

"Oh sweetheart!" Marsh replied. "You'll hear this guy doing that a lot. Somebody has to tell me what's going on, or I'll get all mixed up. Besides, where could I get better advice?"

Marsh pulled Becca close and they shared a warm hug and kiss before Marsh took Becca's hand and they headed into Jimmy's office where Jimmy and Trish were waiting for them. Jimmy and Trish stood up and walked toward the two newcomers and Marsh turned and led the little group out toward the main elevators.

"I'd like to start our tour up here on the sixth floor, and go down the stairways to each floor, Marsh explained as he walked. He continued to the locked double doors that opened into the unused portion of the top floor of the building. He punched his code into the keypad, and then opened the door for the rest of the group.

Marsh led the way to about the center of the wide open, unused portion of the space. Turning around in a circle Marsh swept his hand around and said; "I think this would be a great place to put a restaurant and cafeteria. If Trish can get someone to put one in here, we could have the architect design an outdoor deck/patio, and employees could eat inside or out, and have a fantastic view."

"Depending on who moves in, we could make arrangements for them to have longer hours, and stay open as late as they wanted to, with our people providing security, for them and us."

"With the 24 hour urgent care down on the first floor, we are going to need to have a beefed up security crew here anyway, so a couple more to insure no one tries to get into places they shouldn't be would not be a big stretch."

Marsh was suddenly quiet. He turned and faced the door they had come through just minutes before. Marsh rubbed his chin and the other three Turner execs could tell he was pondering something new and different.

Finally Marsh spoke. "Jimmy, do you think Ginny and Jack would be interested in expanding The Hole? What if we open our own restaurant, here on the sixth floor? We put a glass elevator up to the roof, where we add a deck with an open section and a covered section, where people can choose where they want to dine. We call it The Hole in the Sky, and we advertise it as a destination restaurant where we serve exquisite foods from around the world. We make it a simple fare for employees during the day and it becomes a fine dining restaurant at night."

"We offer free airplane parking at our airport and a shuttle helicopter from there to the restaurant. We only let our own pilots and helicopters land on the roof, but we allow private helos to park on a pad we build behind the building on the ground level." 

"Trish can get the architects busy and design another 5 star hotel back in the woods and it can house our clients and guests from all over the world. We can accommodate high priced executives from China, Blue Blood Royalty from Europe, and Middle Eastern Sheiks with their families. And for all of them we can offer their own cuisine, or any other type of food they would like."

Jimmy, Trish, and Becca were staring at Marsh with their mouths hanging open. All three of them looked around the open space they were standing in, and wondered what Marsh had seen, that sent him off in this fantasy.

Jimmy finally pulled himself out of the shocked state Marsh had induced. "Marsh, you really do think grandiose, don't you? Not just big, but grandiose. The trouble of it is I like it. It could work. We can't just pull it off over-night, but it could work,"

"I've flown to Chicago with a few clients. Becca can tell you about that. I've had her fly us to New York, and once to San Francisco, just for dinner, to impress a high rolling client and it worked. Why not build a place that people will fly into. The new hotel could have a big enough conference center to attract fairly large groups with high end budgets."

Jimmy turned and looked at his daughter. "What do you think Trish? Would you like to take this kind of project on?"

"Wow daddy," Trish replied. "I have never even considered something so big. I guess we could do it. We have the land, and if you guys say we have the resources. I'm sure we could generate some interest right away out of the novelty factor, but would it carry on? We'd have to be sure we maintained a superior quality, both in our food and our service. People with that kind of money aren't going to settle for just the novelty of the situation. Those kinds of people will want to be pampered."

Before anyone could respond, Marsh's phone rang. Marsh looked at the screen and saw that the call was from Leyanni, at the resort in Hawaii. "I better take this," he said. "It's Leyanni from Hawaii, and I hope there's nothing wrong."

Marsh pushed the talk button on his phone. "Hi Leyanni! I hope you're not calling with an emergency. I just sent some new friends over for you to take care of them. This better be some more good news."

Marsh listened to Leyanni say, "Hello boss, I think I need your help in solving a small problem."

"I hope it's not a big problem. Did the Morrisons arrive OK? Are they satisfied with the arrangements?

Trish, Becca, and Jimmy could only hear Marsh's end of the conversation, so they had to guess what Leyanni was telling him from the other end of the conversation.

"Uh-huh" Marsh responded while nodding his head. "So since you know I'm on my way over there in a couple of hours, what's with the curiosity about my airplane?"

"OK, is this somebody that I know? What do I have that you need?" Marsh asked.

"Ahhh, I'm starting to get it, now. You need me to bring a bunch more people. Were these people in the loop prior to this, or are they yet to find out they're needed in Hawaii?"

Oooo Kaaaaayyyy! I see. So I need to know where they are, and they need to be ready to go in about two hours. Can you put Beth on the phone so I can get that information?"

After talking to Beth for a few minutes Marsh asked, "Is that going to be able to happen? OK Beth. I'll get in touch with my crew. I hope you're having fun."

"Oh Leyanni! What are you getting me mixed up in? I'll have to fire up the Gulfstream after all. I'm not going to ask the crew to put the 747 down on some small town crop duster strip. We'll just bring two birds."

"You bet sweetheart! See ya soon." 

Marsh pushed the end call button and looked at his family, who stood looking expectantly at him.

"So! It seems that Dan and Beth are going to get hitched tomorrow in the garden over there. They want us to have a plane stop at some small farm country air-strip and pick up Beth's parents and siblings so they can be there."

Marsh paused as the wheels turned in his brain. "Hey! Since they're gonna get the place all fixed up for a wedding, Becca, What about we tie the knot tomorrow as well. Are you willing to take a chance on hooking up with me this soon?"

Trish's face lit up. "Oh that would be perfect, a wedding in paradise. If Becca won't, I will Marsh! I'm game!"

"Hey now! Momma don't you go getting any ideas about stealing my man. I didn't say no. You just didn't give me time to say yes, before you jumped at the opportunity. My only reservation is that I would like to have Marguarita there."

"Oh that shouldn't be a problem," Jimmy chimed in. "Rick and Marguarita work for me and Marsh, so I'll just tell Rick he has to go to Hawaii on company business. They won't have any excuses to that."

Marsh smiled. "Sooooooo? Becca?" Marsh paused. "Do we cancel our tour of the building and go make some phone calls? We have some people to talk to about this."

Becca's eyes started to shine and then to leak. She looked from Marsh to her mother and then her grandfather. "Oh God," she said with a weak voice. "Yes Marsh.... Oh my God! I'm getting married! Momma! I'm getting MARRIED!"

Becca suddenly began to weep. Marsh, Trish and Jimmy all stepped over to Becca and wrapped her in a group hug. "Sweetie," Trish soothed. "What's wrong, honey?"

Becca continued to cry for a couple of minutes, and then she took several deep cleansing breaths and spoke softly. "I just thought about my mom and dad. I wish they were here for this. I miss them so much." She began to sob again, and Trish, Marsh and Jimmy just held her close.

When Becca gathered herself up enough to talk, she looked at the three family members standing around her and holding her tightly. "Thank you for being here for me. Marsh I really do want to marry you and tomorrow is better than later. Mom, I love you! I know why you let Becky and I go, and I love you for what you gave me. I want you to be with me all the way through this and the rest of my life. Grandpa, you've been here for me since you hired me two years ago. I love you, too. I'm so happy right now! Let's go back to the office and make the calls, then let's get outta here!"

All four turned back to the doors and walked briskly back to their offices. On the way Marsh asked Jimmy to call Rick, and Marguarita, while he made the other calls he needed to make. 

"Becca," Marsh said. "Why don't you call Leyanni, and discuss what things you want to be sure are included? She is getting this thing set up anyway, so have her expand the menu."

Marsh's memory was not exactly what he would have called photographic, but he seldom had to write anything down. He sat at his desk and dialed the number that Beth Thompson had given him for her parents.

After two rings, a pleasant voice answered the phone. "Thompson Farm. May I help you?"

"Is this Kathy, with a K?" Marsh asked with a chuckle in his voice.

"Yes it is." Came the pleasant reply. "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking? I don't know the phone number on my caller ID, nor do I recognize the voice. How do you know who I am?

Marsh smiled as he replied. "My name is probably quite unimportant to you right now, Kathy with a K. It's probably more important that I'm going to have a fast airplane in your area in less than three hours, and if you can't be ready, you'll likely need to swim to Hawaii before tomorrow morning."

Oh, and since I have nothing to hide, you may know that I'm Dr. Marshall Mitchel. However," Marsh paused for effect. "If you call me anything besides Marsh, or "that great guy" you might get booted out of my airplane over the Pacific Ocean. I have reliable information you want to be in Hawaii as soon as possible to do some serious damage to my neighbor, and that means you'll call me nice names at least till we get there." Marsh could hardly talk by the time he was finished. 

He had heard Kathy gasp a couple of times as he was spouting off. Kathy was laughing out loud by the time Marsh was finished. She replied as quickly as she finished laughing. "Alrighty then, Doctor Marshall Mitchel. You miserable, ornery, son of a mother. If that's how you're going to be, I'll be nice to you until you get me to Hawaii, but I can't promise anything after that."

"Marsh continued to laugh. "I can see this relationship has already started out with a bang! Do you suppose we should change the subject and talk about where I should pick you up in a couple of hours?"

Kathy gave Marsh the name of the town closest to the Thompson's farm where the airport was. She assured Marsh that she and her husband, and children would show up on time and be as good as a farmer's family could be, while riding in his little puddle jumper airplane.

In Kathy's mind, she was picturing Jack's airplane that she had last flown in to the Morrison's party. She had no idea what Marsh was flying. She was in for quite a shock. 

Marsh asked Kathy how long it took them to get to the airport, and then promised to call her with five minutes to spare, which meant he would have to call her before he took off from his base. The Gulfstream would be there in about fifteen minutes after takeoff from down here.

After talking to Beth's mother, Marsh called his own ranch. "Sis," Marsh spoke after Rosalea answered the phone. "I need you to help me out. I need you to take down that picture of Becky and Elise, that's hanging in my office. I need you to bring it with you to the airport, when Morgan comes up to pick you up, and I need you to have enough clothes packed for three days at a private resort that is clothing optional."

"Morgan will bring the helicopter up to the ranch and pick you up. He'll take you to San Bernardino, and I'll fly in and pick you up in the jet. Plan on leaving around two this afternoon."

"Holy shit big brother!" Rosie exclaimed. "What's the fucking hurry? Do you think you could at least tell me where I'm going in such an all fired rush? How do you know I don't have plans for the weekend?"

"Listen here, little sister." Marsh responded. "You work for me, and if I tell you that I'm taking you someplace, you'll be where I tell you to be, when I say so. Got it?"

"Well!" huffed Rosie. "If that's the way it's going to be, I'll just cancel my hot date and do as I'm told." 

"That's better." Marsh answered. "Hey sis? Can I talk you into coming with me to Hawaii this weekend and attending my wedding tomorrow?" He asked sweetly.

Rosie gasped. "Marsh! Are you serious? Are you taking me to Hawaii? Are you really getting married tomorrow? Really? Marsh, I need to get a new dress for a wedding. I don't have time to get anything."

"Rosie," Marsh asked. "If everybody there was naked, would you still need a new dress?"

"Well, ah, ah, no. I don't suppose I would need a new dress to go nude, but...."

"Bring a nice pair of shorts, and a nice tank top. Bring a couple of bathing suits, and one casual outfit. You'll be good to go. Like I said, the resort is clothing optional. The manager does NOT like textiles, and the group you'll be with is a nudist family. Nobody is likely to be wearing clothes all weekend. And yes, baby sister, I'm getting married. That's why I want the picture. I want Becky and Elise there with me."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 07



I'll be ready whenever you want me to be. I love you brother, and I'm glad you called me and asked me to come. I wouldn't want to miss it."

"And I love you Rosie. I can't imagine you not being there. Morgan will call you when he leaves the airport. Marsh finished that call, and then called Morgan to ask him to take the 407 up to the ranch and bring Rosie down to meet him.

Morgan promised to pick her up when Marsh called him to let him know he was a half hour out.

Next Marsh called Mama Vicky. It was still early in Santa Monica, California. Mama Vicky was very happy to hear from Marsh. She told him that Mario had gone to Europe with his wife, and Antonio and Giuseppe were back in New York. Mama Vicky said she and Papa Victor would be ready to leave from the Van Nuys airport when Marsh called her. She wasn't going to miss Marsh's wedding.

Marsh had to ask Mama Vicky to go to Van Nuys because the runway at the Santa Monica airport was short enough that Marsh didn't want to take a chance. They had a bunch of noise regulations, too. Marsh thought he could probably get in and out on the short runway, but he'd probably have to use his thrust reversers and take-off would require more power than they would like. They had a hefty fine if you made too much noise. Van Nuys was going to be just fine.

Mama Vicky wasn't sure she could run around without any clothes on, but she'd try to fit in, and she was looking forward to meeting his new family.

Marsh felt a wave of relief and a pang of sorrow, as Mama Vicky assured him they would be there for him. He wished his parents could be here, and wondered what had happened to them. It just didn't make sense that they had both vanished so completely.

Marsh shook his head a bit to clear his mind. He needed to get back to the here and now. Wondering would not bring his folks back, and he had a lot of new family to share some glorious times with. It was time to work at the tasks at hand.

Marsh was about to stand up and go to Becca's office when his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, and was surprised to see the name Martinelli. He instantly felt a dread, and hoped Mama Vicky wasn't calling to tell him there was a conflict with Papa Victor's schedule.

Marsh pushed the talk button and answered; Hi! This is Marsh, how can I help you this morning?"

Marsh was a little startled to hear Papa Victor's voice. "Hello Marsh. I thought maybe I could help you a little. Victoria said you were stopping in San Bernardino, and then you would fly to Van Nuys to pick us up for some R&R in Hawaii."

"That's my plan, Papa. Is that OK with you?" Marsh replied.

"It's fine with me, son. But what if I take off from here and meet you at SBD? I have Giuseppe's Sikorsky here at the house, and I'm going to fly it to Van Nuys, anyway. Why don't you call me when you're a half hour from SBD, and Mama and I will just fly in to meet you?

"Papa! That would be great! You can land at my hanger, board the Gulfstream and we can take off. My mechanic, Morgan, can service the Sikorsky and put in in the hanger for the weekend. I think that's a capital idea." Marsh felt like hugging Papa Victor.

"OK then son, you give me a call and Mama and I will take off and be there in a half hour." Papa Victor sounded excited about the trip. Marsh was elated.

Marsh got another thought, and picked up his cell phone again. He scrolled through till he had Ted's cell number and pressed the talk button. The phone rang twice, and Ted picked up the call. Sargent Johnson, may I help you?

"Ted, Marsh Mitchel here. Where are you gonna be at about noon? I want to talk to you for a few minutes."

"I plan on being back at Dan's place by noon, Marsh. Is there a problem? Ted's voice had a spark of concern in it.

"Not really, Ted. There's a slight change of plans, but no problem at all. I'll explain when I see you around noon."

"OK," Ted replied. "See ya then."

Marsh put his phone in his pocket, and walked into Becca's office. Becca was just finishing a call. She stood up and walked to where Marsh had stopped. Her arms went around his neck, and she planted a warm, wet kiss on his lips. "I'm through for the weekend, husband." Becca said with a smile when she backed her face away from his. "What's next, my love?"

Marsh kissed her again then replied; "Let's go see if there's anyone else we can help get ready to get out of here. I feel a great weekend coming on, and I want to get to it as soon as possible....Becca do you think your uncle could borrow an FA-18 and get away for a day or two. Or if he'd even care to come to your wedding?"

"Marsh! I have no idea, but I think asking him would be a super idea. Do you mind if I call him?" Becca beamed.

"Sweetheart, do you really think I would have brought it up, if I had a problem with doing it? Come on, baby girl. I thought you knew me better than that by now."

"I guess I do." Becca replied sheepishly. "I'm just embarrassed that I didn't think of it sooner. I'll call him right now. You go see how mom's doing and I'll catch up with you over there in her office."

Marsh gave Becca another warm kiss and let her go back to her desk, as he turned and walked out, and over to Trish's office. Trish looked up, and saw Marsh walking in. Her face lit up with a bright, toothy smile. "Oh Marsh," she gushed. "This is so exciting! I went to California a few days ago, and now you're taking me to Hawaii, less than a week later. Just before that you bought me a new car, and gave me a promotion, and an unlimited budget. What's next, my lover?"

"Well, first," Marsh replied as he walked to her side. "I hope you're going to stand up and let me hug and kiss you. If you won't stand up I'm just gonna have to kiss and hug you in your chair."

Trish was standing up and wrapping her arms around Marsh's neck before he was finished talking. The kiss that followed was quite a bit beyond warm. As Marsh pulled his face away from Trish's, she smiled at him and coyly whispered; "I felt that. Is this for me?" she asked as she rubbed her hand up and down the length of Marsh's rapidly hardening cock, through his Wranglers.

"Oh girl!" Marsh breathed with a husky whisper. "You've just made me want to alter my plans for the afternoon. I....."

Becca interrupted him. "Mother you quit that right now!" She commanded. "I know we agreed to share, but we have things to do this afternoon, and I'm NOT gonna let you stop the wheels of progress today. That's OUR man, yours AND mine, and he's gonna be official tomorrow, so you just concentrate on getting us to the church on time."

Jimmy joined the laughter as he walked over and joined the threesome. "OK now," he started. "I've done the jobs I was given, and a couple I gave myself. What's left?"

"Where's Rick?" Marsh asked. "Is he still here or has he headed back to the ranch to get ready?"

Jimmy responded immediately. "Rick wanted to take the Cobra home and put it in the garage. He's gonna pack a few things and meet us at your house. Marguarita said she'll be ready whenever we get there. She is happier than I think I've ever seen anyone. When I told her why I called, she just about broke my eardrum with her scream. I think she may be happier than the bride already. She loves you both a lot and thinks you are perfect together."

"Let's go see how Jenni and Sue are doing." Marsh said. "If they have much more to do, maybe we can help them finish up, and we can get the hell out of dodge. Hey! They don't know about the wedding yet. Should we try to keep them in the dark?"

"Good luck with that." Jimmy quipped. "Just looking at Trish or Becca either one is gonna tell them something is up. I don't think Trish has had a foot on the floor since you made the suggestion. And Becca you look positively radiant already. We're gonna have to put you on a leash tomorrow to keep you from floating away. I saw you bouncing out of your office. What's up?"

"Oh grandpa!" Becca bubbled. "Marsh thought I should call Uncle Randy, and see if he can come to the island for the wedding. He said he's gonna be there. He still has an FA-18 with his name on the side, and he's gonna call for an in-flight refueling and be there before noon. He's gonna land at the Naval Air Station and get a ride to the resort in a Navy chopper. He knows the resort, and he's just gonna show up. I'm so excited! I'm getting married! Let's go!"

At Naval Air Station Pensacola, Rear Admiral Randall Andrews made a couple phone calls, and then went out to the outer office where his driver waited for him. "Take me home, Master Chief." He barked. "I need to get ready for an early morning departure. I want you at my front door tomorrow at 0430. I want to be at my Super Hornet by 0500."

The phone calls had set up the preparation of the Admiral's Super Hornet, and scheduled a couple of in-flight refueling rendezvous. He had also asked his plane chief to equip his plane with some harmless flash bang armaments. He knew where the resort was and planned to announce his arrival. The fake bombs would explode just above the water with a huge flame and a loud explosion. His favorite niece would know Uncle Randy was there.

What he didn't arrange for was handled by the flight line commander. The Admiral would not be alone. The Admiral would be the flight leader for a complete fighter group of four Super Hornets, and the line boss made sure everyone was equipped to make a scene when the Admiral led the fake bombing run.

Admiral Randall Andrews fell asleep thinking about his gorgeous niece, and the beautiful resort manager. Admiral Andrews knew Leyanni and a good percentage of the SEALs that made up her security team. "Ah, it's gonna be a fun weekend he thought" as he drifted off.

Marsh, Becca, Jimmy and Trish, took the elevator to the first floor, and walked into the new urgent care center. Sue was sitting in a chair, next to Jenni's desk. When the Turner executive team walked in she got up and walked to the doorway to talk to them. Jenni was still on the phone.

"She's on her last call." Sue told the group. "I think she'll be finished in just a minute or two. What's going on here? Becca? You and your mother look like you won't need a jet airplane to go to Hawaii. You can just float in the clouds."

"We'll tell you when Jenni gets off the phone. Then we only need to make one explanation." Marsh spoke softly so as not to distract from Jenni's attention to her call. Marsh had no idea who she was talking to, but he was going to make sure she could hear them.

Everyone stayed out in the hallway, and talked softly until they heard Jenni ending her call. "Good enough." Jenni said. "I'll talk to you next week. Have a great weekend." Jenni put the papers off of her desk into a drawer, and locked her desk.

Standing up she called out, "Let's get outta here. I'm ready for some sun and sand and maybe some tropical breezes and foods." She walked towards her office door, and the small group of family that was walking towards her. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "What's going on here? Becca and Trish look like they just took a happy pill, or maybe just got laid. What's the good news?"

"I'm getting married!" Becca fairly shouted. "I'm getting married, TOMORROW!" 

Becca was jumping up and down like an excited school girl. "Tomorrow, girlfriend! TOMORROW! My only living uncle is going to fly in for the wedding. All of you will be there, and I'M GETTING MARRIED! My birth mother will be my Maid of Honor... Did I ask you that yet mom? Will you be my Maid of Honor, mom?"

"What are we going to wear?" Trish asked. "Did you plan that yet?"

"When I called Leyanni a half hour ago, she said she was going to handle all the clothing stuff. She said she was getting traditional Hawaiian stuff for everybody. I have no idea what she has planned." Becca could hardly contain herself. "I am getting married, and I don't care if the ceremony is naked. I just want to marry my fabulous man!" Becca jumped up on Marsh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. Marsh caught her and his hands went around her and caught her ass cheeks to help her not to fall off.

Jimmy decided to chip in a thought. "Is everybody finished with they're work? Should we lock this place up and get the hell outta Dodge?"

"Yeah!" Becca exclaimed. "Let's get this show in the air!" Clearly Becca was on an adrenalin rush. Marsh enjoyed the happiness he saw in his new bride to be and his new, again, mother. Becca clung to Marsh as he walked over to the elevators, and the six member family group headed for the helipad.

Marsh and Jimmy helped Becca get the 230 ready to fly home. Marsh told Becca he wanted to stop at the Morrison Estate, and talk to Ted. Becca told him that wouldn't be a problem. Wolf hopped in with the people that got in the back, and Becca asked Jimmy to make sure he was strapped in.

"Hmmmm," mused Jimmy. Are you afraid he might jump out?

Becca turned and smiled at Jimmy. "You better cinch down your own safety harness as well, grandpa. I don't want either of you to fall out."

"Sounds to me," Marsh conjectured, "like you're planning on some fun, girlfriend. Are we gonna show off a little?"

"Wait and see." Smiled Becca, as she lifted off the rooftop helipad. She turned the chopper towards the ranch, and picked up more speed than usual.

As the Bell 230 got close to the Morrison Estate, Becca bled off most of her altitude, but none of her speed. She was at treetop level, and almost one hundred fifty miles per hour when she crossed the rows of Spruce trees that Dan had had planted around the border of the estate. 

There were several people out on the deck, and when they saw the helicopter flying in so low and fast, they called out several more.

Becca came down even lower after she crossed the tree line, and whizzed over the back deck, sending loose objects flying in the rotor wash. Just before she got to the tree line on the other side of the property, Becca yanked the cyclic back, and pitched the nose of the 230 straight up. She kicked hard on the left pedal to flop the bird on its side, and then pulled hard on the cyclic and the collective, to flatten the helo's trajectory. 

Marsh had expected something like this, and as Becca flattened the chopper into a hover, he flipped the switches to lower the landing gear, and Becca gently set the bird on the lawn, beside the pool. By the time Becca shut down the turbines, and applied the rotor brake, everybody that was at the Morrison Estate was out at the edge of the deck, whooping and hollering about the short airshow.

Jimmy and Wolf hopped out as soon as Becca and Marsh stepped out and opened the back doors. Trish, Sue, and Jenni weren't nearly as quick. They each took a helping hand from one of the three that were on the ground already, and their first steps were quite unsteady.

As the six Turner executives walked towards the deck, Mary shouted at Marsh; "Hey Marsh! Can I get a ride like that? I've ridden shotgun in the police chopper, but the Sargent never did anything like that. That looked like fun!

Marsh smiled back at Mary. "You better ask the pilot. My beautiful wife to be was flying that little show. Becca, I think you just sold some helicopter rides."

Becca laughed. "I guess we can arrange something, at a later date. I'll have to see what Leyanni has available in Hawaii. Maybe we can give some tours of the island, if there's a chopper that will handle it."

Jimmy smiled at Becca. "Are you checked out in a Super Cobra, kiddo? I bet you could make her piss her pants with a ride in one of those. We have several at the base in Hawaii."

Now Becca laughed. "I have other plans for this weekend, come to think of it. I think I'll be busy tomorrow. I ain't giving nobody, no helicopter rides! The only ride this girl is giving is to my main man, and I have no intention to doing it in a helo!"

Everybody in the Turner party laughed and the Morrison employees all looked confused.

After a minute or two of initial greetings, Marsh held his hand up for silence. When he had everyone's attention, he started to speak. "I want to first introduce y'all to each other. First I want everyone to say hi to my boss, and arguably, my best friend, Dr. James Turner. Marsh moved close to Jimmy and held his hand up, like the winner of a boxing match. Then we have Jimmy's daughter, my mother, twice tomorrow, Patricia Turner. Dr. Turner prefers to be called Jimmy, and Patricia is Trish. Next is Jennifer Turner, Jimmy's sister, and the best emergency room nurse, ever. Jenni has been helping me help people for ten years. Last but not least is another of my partners, Dr. Susan Davies. Sue and I went to med school together, did our residencies at different schools but have remained very close since med school."

"I'm gonna try to go through the names of each of the Morrison crew. If I miss anybody forgive me and then tell us who you are."

"First I see Sargent Ted Johnson, from the local constabulary. Next to him is his wife, Marion. Then I see Officers Mary Davis, and Shelly White. I also know Tony Williams, and his beautiful wife, Patty, and his sisters, Beth and Barbie. I think these ladies over here are Ashley Brennan, and Debbie Brown. Tony and his lady friends are the grounds crew, and Ashley and Debbie are the house cleaning crew." 

"Did I miss anybody?" Marsh looked around at all the friends and family members on the deck, and Ted responded to his question. "No Marsh, I think you got everyone included. I'd like to welcome all of you on behalf of our hosts, Dan and Kim Morrison."

"We're not going to stay here long at this time, but I needed to give y'all an update. Did any of you hear from Dan or any of his party yet today?" Marsh looked around at the Morrison employees, who remained silent.

Finally Ted spoke up. "I guess none of us heard from anybody. Is there something we should know?"

"I think so," Marsh replied. "I got a call this morning asking me to find a way to get Beth Thompson's family over to the resort, because Dan and Beth are going to exchange vows, in Paradise."

"As it turns out, the 747 won't fit in the little country airport up by the Thompson farm, so Becca and I won't be on the big bird. I will also give you the scoop on this group. Becca agreed to marry me tomorrow, so we are going to take the Gulfstream up to get the Thompsons and stop in California to get some of my family.

"I haven't told Dan or Beth that y'all are coming or that there is going to be a double wedding ceremony. I think Kathy Thompson threatened to do bodily injury to Dan if she wasn't included, and I personally think Ted should call out Dan for not inviting the rest of you. If you do it from the beach, with the rest of us backing you, I think the surprise factor will be priceless." 

"Anybody have any questions or suggestions?" Marsh stopped talking, and just listened. There were shrieks from the girls as the double wedding news sunk in. All of the females gathered around Becca and there were a lot of happy voices talking all at once.

Ted stepped over to Marsh and gave him a bear hug. "I don't know either one of you very well yet, Marsh." He said. "But I think you're both getting a great partner. Congratulations!" 

"Are we still on for 1300 this afternoon?" he continued.

"That's the plan," Marsh replied. "Becca and I won't be the hosts on your flights, but I think you will be in good hands with Jimmy and Trish. They will be on the helicopters that should arrive a few minutes before 1300, and they'll be on the 747 with you."

"I have a couple of stops to make, but I can go supersonic when I leave California, so I'll be likely to catch up with you over the Pacific. Ted I can't tell you how good I feel about this weekend. I'm a happy man!"




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 07



Jimmy had stepped to where Marsh and Ted were talking. He joined the conversation when Marsh quit talking. "Ted, we haven't met before, but I know you quite well."

At this point Ted's face showed his recognition. This was the voice that had spoken to him and Dan several times. This would be the guy that set up the punishment of Harold Gordon and his friends. This was the man behind the world renowned Turner Security Company. Ted had heard of this man for years, since he had gotten into police work, and since he had started his own company, he had purchased equipment from Turner Global.

Ted turned to face Jimmy straight on, and extended his hand to shake Jimmy's. Jimmy took his hand, and pulled Ted into a man hug. "We're neighbors, working towards the same goals, Ted. Let's be friends, too. We've got a lot in common beyond just taking care of two very special young ladies."

"And just so you know, if I have anything to do about it, you're gonna be the new police chief in this town, soon." Jimmy paused only slightly before he emphasized the word "soon".

Ted's face got a shocked look. "Do you know something I don't?" Ted asked. "Marsh and Becca told me they had information about my department that was going to open a whole new can of worms, but I'm kinda low on the food chain over at the precinct, and I'm certainly not bucking for that job."

"Don't sell yourself short, Ted. I'm not real well liked at city hall, but I do have friends in high places and to the ones that will have influence soon, you look a lot like someone with integrity, as well as the brains to run the department."

"Well thanks for that assessment, Jimmy. I was raised to be an honest, hardworking boy and man. I try to treat everyone with respect, and I try to do the best job I can. That's never going to change. I like going to sleep at night with a clear conscience and looking myself in the mirror in the morning without any shame."

Marsh had been watching the two men, and he saw the look of confidence and pride in Ted's face as Jimmy had talked to him about him.

Marsh pulled his phone out and looked at the time. "I hate to break up this party, but I think we need to get our butts in gear and ratchet up the pace a little. We've all got helicopters and planes to catch."

The excitement of the imminent trip to Hawaii sparkled on the faces of everyone on the deck, and "goodbyes" and "see ya soons" were exchanged as Marsh led the way to the Bell 230. Everyone climbed in including Wolf, who had been feeling quite neglected in the conversations on the deck. Becca spun up the turbines, and lifted off for the short flight to the other side of the road.

Jimmy had thrown in a small travel bag when they left in the morning, and he had clothes and toiletries at his house at the resort in Hawaii.

Becca landed on the grass next to Marsh's home office. Everyone piled out of the 230, and went in through the side, office door. 

Marguarita and Rick were sitting at the breakfast bar. Each of them had a cold glass of lemonade, and they were just chatting casually. As the Turner group walked into the living room Marguarita jumped off of her stool and ran towards Becca. She squealed, laughed and cried all at the same time. "Oh Mi hija!" Marguarita exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you! You're going to be Mrs. Mitchel, tomorrow. My little Marshall is going to make you a bride. I'm soooo excited!"

Marguarita had wrapped Becca in a hug, and had planted light kisses all over her face. Now she let go of Becca, and moved over to Marsh. Mita launched herself into Marsh's arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. Marsh wrapped his arms around Mita's hips, and clasped her ass cheeks in his hands. He didn't actually need to be holding her up. The way she had latched on to him, Marsh could not have dropped her if he was trying to.

"Oh Mi hijo, Mi hijo, Mi hijo," she repeated over and over. "You didn't waste your time, this time. You sweet Mi hijo. I'm so happy for you! This is exactly what your mama wanted. You're such a good boy! I love you Mi hijo!"

When Marguarita stopped to take a breath, Marsh reached up with one hand and pulled her face to his. He gave her a hot sloppy kiss on the mouth, and took her breath away for at least a minute. When Marsh finally backed his face off of hers, Marguarita was purring. "Oh Mi hijo, she whispered hoarsely. Thank You! Those kisses should be for your Becca, but I'll take them when I can get them. Oh gracias, Becca para compartir el hombre con esta vieja dama. ¡Oh, Dios mío! Esto es tan emocionante." ("Oh thank you, Becca to share your man with this old lady. Oh my God! This is so exciting.")

Marguarita's primary language was impeccable today. Her English was something else entirely. To the casual observer, you would never know Marguarita had been speaking perfect English for at least thirty five years. You would know quite clearly however, that she was very excited for Marsh and Becca.

Marguarita took her hands from the back of Marsh's head, and held his face with them. She planted more kisses on his face and lips, before she loosened her legs, and Marsh gently let her slip back to the floor in an upright position.

Marsh took a step backwards, and asked his family to form a circle so that everyone could see everyone else. Then he began to speak.

"I want to take a couple of minutes to reiterate the love I feel for each one of you. We are about to get kinda busy and I want y'all to know how grateful I am for the contributions of each of you."

"Marguarita, you've known me since before I knew myself. You've changed my diapers, wiped my stinky ass, and taught me to take care of that myself. You held me when I needed it. You pushed me away when I needed to get out on my own, and kept me fed and living in a clean house. You and Mama Vicky made me the man I am today. Thank you so much! I'm glad you are here to share this happy weekend with me."

"Sue, you've known me for the next longest time. We have been friends for over twenty years, and we have shared some wonderful memories, and some unspeakable pain. Through it, you've been my friend. I love you Sue, and I'm really glad you are here as well."

"Jenni, I've used you and abused you in a professional setting for twelve or so years. You've always come back for more. Outside of the work place we've been friends and lovers. We've shared very good days and some very dark days. You're still here, and I love you, too."

"Jimmy, I've only been acquainted with you for two years. You helped me a lot more than you knew you were helping me. We found out things about each other, and became friends. I didn't need or want your money. I didn't really know you had so much, so we became friends based on our mutual interests. You blew my doors off, so to speak when you told me you wanted me to take over your empire. I had no clue what I was getting into. You're a crafty devil though. You introduced me to your daughter and granddaughter, before either of us knew who they really were. I took the job without having a clue what I was getting myself into. I wanted the women. Now I've got the women and a whole lot more. Be advised: If the shit hits the fan, I'm going to take the women and protect them before I give a rat's ass about the empire. This mother and daughter combo is worth waaaay more than your companies and bank accounts, to me. 

"Rick, you came into my life with the empire. You already have moved into the category of family and friend. You are not just another employee; I know what you're worth. I know what you did, and gave for my country. I'm free to do what I do because of you and a bunch of guys like you. Now you are an integral part of the team that I'm going to depend on to help me stay grounded and focused on the job at hand."

Trish, words will never be adequate to describe what you mean to me. From the instant I laid eyes on you, I was first infatuated with you and in just a few minutes, I saw the depth of your value. You are NOT just another pretty face. You are in fact a beautiful woman, but you are so much more than that. The trials you have gone through have refined you, and made you beautiful from the inside out. Between your beautiful mother and the man you knew as your uncle, you've been turned into a smart, beautiful partner and lover. Like Dolly Parton sings, "I will always love you."

"And last, but not least. Actually first and foremost... Becca.... Rebecca Marie Andrews.... You never even had a chance. When I laid eyes on you, four years of a black hole in me began to peel away. You are surely an angel sent to me from whatever plane God is on, and given the unenviable task of bringing me back from the evil place I was headed for. Tomorrow I'm going to change your name. You will be the second Mrs. Marshall Mitchel. Ironically most of the people who knew the first Becky Mitchel won't know the difference. Make no mistake; I know the difference. I loved you at first for your similarities. Now I already love you for your differences. Dios Te amo Rebecca! If I ever do anything to hurt you I ask my family here today to beat the living shit out of me, and knock some sense into my feeble brain."

Marsh finally went silent. His eyes were bright with tears. After a moment of silence Marsh asked for a group hug, and the seven members of the family here, came together and hugged each other for another few minutes. There were softly murmured whispers of love and admiration exchanged by everyone.

Jimmy broke the silence. "I hope all of you know I love you too. I'm not even going to try to match the eloquence that Marsh just demonstrated. What I'm going to do is suggest we get our asses out to the helo and get up to the base where we can board the airships and get the hell outta Dodge."

"Oh shit!" Marsh exclaimed. "Now we hear the voice of reason pulling us back to the real world and the work that it demands. You are entirely too right Jimmy. Let's get going."

Instantly there were people scurrying to get their bags, and make one last stop in a bathroom to relieve certain pressures. "Wolf," Marsh spoke to his canine. "Leyanni said she would have food and water for you as well as for us. We're not going to take anything but a dish for you to drink from in the plane. You're good to go."

Jimmy took the bags from each person as they came out of the house, and put them neatly into the luggage compartment of the Bell 230. Everyone once again strapped into their seats, and Becca spooled up the turbines again. She sedately lifted off of the lawn, and made the quick trip over the hills to the Turner airfield and training base.

Marsh was favorably impressed with the progress he saw with the airport development. There were several heavy transport planes on the aprons, as well as quite a few helicopters.

Becca landed the 230 in front of one of the big hangers. The 747 that was about to go to Hawaii was inside and there were several ground crew members making last minute preparations for it to depart.

The flight crew was already aboard, with each member doing what was their own job. Marsh helped everyone out of the 230, and then went over to the 747. There were baggage handlers that had opened the baggage compartment of the Bell 230, and they were taking the bags to the 747. Marsh let them take his and Becca's bags to the larger plane, even though the two of them wouldn't be on it. Leaving just a little more room under the Gulfstream was just in case someone that was getting on later needed to take more than Marsh expected them to.

Jimmy and Trish walked over to the two big Sikorsky helicopters and boarded the S-92. Sam Brown spun up the turbines and lifted off almost immediately. The ch-53 was up just behind the 92, and they made the short trip down to the Morrison Estate.

Marsh and Becca said their goodbyes to the four family members that were waiting for the 747, and then got into the Gulfstream, with Wolf. Wolf took up a position where he could watch Becca start the start-up procedures, while Marsh pulled up the stairway and closed the hatch. Becca was wearing her headset already and communicating with her ground crew, one of whom was driving the tug that was hooked to the front landing gear of the jet. He pulled the airplane out of the hanger, and Becca fired up the engines. 

Marsh sat down in the co-pilots seat and strapped himself in, before he pulled out his cell phone and called the Thompson's.

"Good morn...ah, afternoon. This is the Thompson farm. How may I help you?" Marsh listened to the sweet young female voice and replied.

"I've only heard Kathy with a K before and you're not her. Who am I speaking to?" Marsh asked with a grin.

"Well sir," came the sweet reply. "This is Kathy with a K's daughter, Carrie Thompson. Who am I talking to and what can I do for you? And by the way, that's Carrie, with a "C".

"Well Carrie with a C, I'm Dr. Marshall Mitchel, with an "M" and I'd rather you call me Marsh or, hey stud. What I'd like you to do for me, is to talk your family into making their way over to the airport, and loading yourselves into what your mother called my little puddle jumper airplane. I'm just getting ready to take off from my airport, and once I get the wheels off the ground it is going to take me about fifteen minutes to get to your little airstrip. Think you can handle that?"

There was a slight pause. Carrie then asked, "You're about to take off from where? I thought you were down near my sister's place. I flew there with Dan's friend Jack, and it's not a fifteen minute flight."

"Well schweethawt, I'm not Jack. For me it will be about a fifteen minute flight, and if we don't settle on some kind of deal that put's you and your family at the airport in about fifteen minutes, you may want to take a bathing suit so you can swim to Hawaii." Marsh laughed as he finished issuing the ultimatum.

"Mom!" Marsh heard Carrie call out. "There is a guy named Marsh on the phone. He says he's about to leave his airport, down near Beth's place. He says we need to get to the airport in about fifteen minutes or we're going to have to swim to Hawaii."

Carrie's voice got quitter as she talked and Marsh heard Kathy speak to her. "Let me talk to him Carrie. I'll get this straight."

Marsh heard a little bit of rustling, and then Kathy's voice came on the line. "Hi there Marsh. Carrie says you're going to take off in a couple minutes and you want us at the airport in about fifteen." 

"Hi Kathy." Marsh replied. "That's what I heard her tell you, and it's very close to what I told her, verbatim. Are you and your family ready to go to Hawaii, or should I call Dan and tell him you changed your mind and you won't be coming to Hawaii for the wedding?"

"Oh no. Don't do that. We're ready to go; we just don't want to sit around in our cars waiting a half hour for the plane to show up."

"Kathy," Marsh paused, and then continued. "I don't want to sit around in my airplane waiting for my new friends to show up either. My pilot just got cleared for take-off, and if you don't leave right now, you won't be at the airport when I get there."

"Marsh?" Kathy asked. Are you picking us up in a rocket ship?"

"Not quite, Kathy." Marsh responded. "But it is a very fast jet. And I'd rather not sit in it at the airport any longer than I have to."

"Oh my!" Kathy exclaimed, "I thought Dan was sending his friend to take us down to his house so we could ride in his airplane. I thought you were one of Dan's pilots. I'm so sorry; we'll get going right now. Please wait for us. We'll hurry."

"Thank you Kathy," Marsh said. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

When Kathy hung up the phone, she anxiously called out to her family, "Come on everybody we need to get to the airport. The plane is going to be here in fifteen minutes."

Jake, Kathy, and their children went out and loaded into the three cars they were taking to the airport. As they left the farm, Jake asked Kathy, "Did I hear you mention a rocket ship?"

"Oh Jake," Kathy responded. "I thought Dan was sending Jack or one of his pilots with the same airplane we rode in before, or at least one like it. This guy Marsh..."

Carrie interrupted her mother. "That guy Marsh is Doctor Marshall Mitchel, mom. I kinda got the impression he's a down to earth guy, but he said he has a fast jet."

"I wonder who the guy is." Jake mused. "Dan Morrison is quite a wealthy man, but he doesn't fly around in his own fast jet. Maybe this guy is flying his employer's plane."

Becca was taxiing to the little terminal as the Thompson family drove up to the airport. "Oh my God," Jake burst out. "Is that the plane we're going to Hawaii in? That looks like a luxury business jet. It sure isn't a Cessna Caravan."

Becca rolled the Gulfstream to a stop as close to the cars as she thought was safe and went through the shutdown procedure. 

Marsh unbuckled and got out of his seat, to make his way to the front door. He unlatched the door and let it open itself. He flipped the switch and the stairway extended its self. Marsh ran down the steps, and opened the baggage compartment.

"If y'all are the Thompson family, I'd be happy to take your bags and stow them for the flight." He called to them. "If you aren't the Thompson family then just don't pay any mind to me, I'll get this thing out of the way in just a few minutes."

The Thompson family opened their cars, pulled their bags out of the back of two of the cars, and made their way over to where Marsh was standing. Jake was carrying a couple of garment bags. Apparently a couple of the females thought they were going to need some dresses. 

Marsh looked to the top of the stairway, where there was a gorgeous redhead watching the proceedings on the tarmac. He told Jake that he could take the garment bags up to the lady at the top of the steps, and she could show him where to hang the bags.

One by one the Thompson family put their baggage into the luggage compartment and went up the stairway into the luxury interior of the Gulfstream.

When all the bags were stowed, Marsh covered them with a baggage net, and pulled it down tight. The net would keep the baggage from bouncing around in turbulence. It would also keep it in place if one of the pilots got a little crazy and decided to invert the aircraft. Marsh thought that was entirely possible today.

Marsh closed and latched the baggage compartment, and ran up the stairs into the airplane. He stopped at the doorway, and asked if everyone was onboard as he activated the switch that retracted the stairway. Then he closed and locked the door.

Marsh glanced around the cabin, and saw that the Thompson family was busying themselves with getting seated and comfortable. He stood in the doorway between the crew's lounge and the main cabin, where he picked up the microphone for the planes PA system.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Welcome aboard Turner Air's flight zero nine one four point three two seven six to Hawaii. We'll be making one brief stop in San Bernardino, California, and possibly one stop over the Pacific Ocean, to allow Kathy with a "K" to deplane and commence her swimming lesson with the Humpback whales."

"As you boarded the aircraft, you were greeted by the Turner Company's Executive Vice-President. Yes, that's right; the gorgeous redhead you have been ogling is the executive president of vices at the Turner Corporation. If you haven't been introduced, let me introduce you to my favorite cabin attendant Rebecca Andrews."

"Unfortunately for you, while Becca is in fact the head cabin attendant onboard your flight, she is also your chief pilot, and will spend most of the flight at the controls of the airplane. You won't really be getting a lot of cabin service from Becca. "

"On the bright side, for you, Becca is a really good pilot and your trip should go flawlessly and quickly. At the Turner Company we place a very high priority to actually arriving at our planned destination. Becca has excelled in completing this goal. As far as incentive for her to continue with this tradition, the company just brought in a new CEO, who is a very capable, and licensed commercial pilot, who could replace her as the chief pilot, if she becomes lax in continuing her level of compliance with this standard."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 07



"Now that you have been introduced to your head cabin attendant, please allow me to introduce you to some of the features of the Gulfstream 650 aircraft that you will be flying in. You've already noticed that there several seating choices. The forward facing seats do recline for your comfort, and they have a comfortable foot rest. The seats and couches all have safety belts which we ask you to fasten during takeoff and landing. We also suggest that when you are sitting in your seat, you keep the seatbelt fastened to insure safety in the event that we encounter turbulence, or your pilot thinks that it's time for some inverted maneuvers."

"We have two restrooms on the aircraft this afternoon. One is located in the compartment just behind me, and one is located in the aft compartment, behind the galley. For anyone who may not be familiar with the term galley, that's the kitchen on a boat or airplane."

"You'll find drinks and refreshments in the refrigerator in the galley as well as a microwave oven to heat some of the snacks. Since our cabin attendant will be flying the airplane, I'd advise you to help yourself, or do without."

"The last compartment is referred to as the aft berth. That's two words, A-F-T B-E-R-T-H, not to be confused with the one word term afterbirth. Now all this really means is that there is a bedroom in the back, for those of you who may want to use a bed to join, or maintain your membership in the mile-high club."

"Just to make it clear to some of you, The Turner Company policies are much the same as the Morrison Estate policies. Clothing is optional. Confidentiality is demanded. Privacy is not guaranteed. We do ask that if you are vocally excessive in your ecstasy, you close the door. The aircraft is small enough that screaming orgasms may interfere with pilot communications. That would not be a good thing." 

"Last but not necessarily least, I'd like to take the time to introduce myself, and get y'all to introduce yourselves."

"The name given to me by my parents is Marshall Edgar Mitchel. By way of education and licensure the additional initials MD have been added, and most recently the initials CEO have been applied. Now that you have the long story I would very much appreciate if you would just call me Marsh. I'm quite sure you could think up some other names and terms to describe me. Others have, and it hasn't always worked in their favor."

"At times you will find me in the right seat of the cockpit, assisting our beautiful chief pilot. You should know that both Becca and I have flown this aircraft by ourselves, so you don't need to panic if one or the other of us is not at our seat. Adding to the experience of your pilot and copilot, the aircraft is equipped with a sophisticated auto-pilot system, and should there be a time when you see both of us outside the cockpit, be assured that the aircraft will go ahead and fly itself to our planned destination." 

"At this time I'd like to ask y'all, or someone you can designate, to tell Becca and me who each of you is, and give any of you the chance to ask any questions you may have about the aircraft, or about our flight. Personal questions are allowed, but may not be answered."

One by one, the Thompson family stood and identified themselves:

Jake Thompson, I'm Beth's Father

Kathy Thompson Beth's Mother

Martin Thompson Beth's Brother

Jill Branigan, I'm Martin's Fiancée 

Peter Thompson, I'm Beth's Brother

Helen (Young) Thompson, Peter's Wife

Emily (Thompson) Benson, Sister

Todd Benson, Emily's husband

Carrie Thompson, Sister 

Fred Holden, Carrie's Boyfriend 

There was silence onboard when the Thompson family finished introducing themselves. Marsh waited a minute or so, and then continued. "I see that all but one of you has found a seat, and buckled in. At this time if Kathy with a "K" would find a place to park, and buckle up, I'll go to the flight deck and assist Becca with getting this dog and pony show off the ground."

Kathy was still standing on the other end of the cabin from Marsh, in the doorway to the galley. Now she had something to say. "I want to say thank you, to you, Becca, and the Turner Company, for providing transportation to my daughter's wedding. We were all very surprised when we got the call, but only a little bit surprised when they told us flight arrangements had been made. This is typical of Dan Morrison."

"The Thompson family has no idea who you really are, but if Dan Morrison trusts you, so do we. I'll sit down now so we can get going. I suspect we can get to know each other better in the next eight hours, during our flight. Again, thank you for making this possible."

Marsh responded to Kathy: "On behalf of your pilot, the Turner Company, and the CEO, I can assure you, you are very welcome." 

"As to the eight hour flight, I fear you may be a bit disappointed, Kathy. I'd like to remind you of what I told you earlier on the phone. I have a FAST jet. We'll be stopping in San Bernardino California for a few minutes. That will be in less than three hours from now. After leaving San Bernardino, you'll feel a little shaking and a small bump as the jet passes the sound it is making, and we will be wheels down in Honolulu, about two and a half hours after that."

Jake sat upright with a bolt. "Are you talking about going supersonic?" he asked.

"Yes sir," Marsh replied. "Need I repeat myself? I have a FAST jet. While most Gulfstream 650s are usually just barely subsonic, this bird is not most G-650s. The previous owner, my partner, had a little work done on this particular G-650. It's faster than most."

"I'm going to go up to the cockpit now for a few minutes, and we can have a conversation in a few minutes. Oh and bye the way." Marsh paused and called Wolf, who had taken up residence between the navigator's seat and the bulkhead. When Wolf came to his side, Marsh introduced him. "This is Wolf. He's been my K-9 partner for four years, and he's harmless unless I give him a target. I can assure you that You don't want to be that target."

Wolf had his S.O. vest and badge on and was an impressive sight as he sat at attention.

Marsh took Wolf with him and went into the cockpit, where Becca was almost finished with her preflight checklist. Marsh helped with the start-up procedure, and they taxied to the end of the runway.

"I'm gonna give them the E-ticket ride," Becca told Marsh as she firewalled the throttles. The souped-up jet accelerated down the runway, and Becca hit the afterburners, pinning everyone to the back of their seats. At about twenty miles an hour higher than normal take off speed, Marsh turned the switches to retract the landing gear, but Becca held the stick forward, and kept the plane about ten feet off the runway. She was indicating over five hundred miles an hour when she pulled the stick back hard and went vertical. As the jet shot straight up, Becca gave it a little right aileron and corkscrewed into the sky.

Marsh and Becca could both hear the gasps and screams from the passenger compartment. Becca turned to Marsh and had a smile that wrapped all the way around her face. "God that's fun," she gushed. "I've never done that in this airplane. I've seen you do it, but that's my first time."

As Becca talked to Marsh, she stopped the aileron spin and pulled the stick back again, laying the Gulfstream on its back, and flying inverted for a few minutes, then she did a quick snap roll back to right side up. She leveled the jet at her desired flight level and Marsh called the radar center and activated their flight plan.

Becca turned on the intercom and made her first announcement. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I'm your flight captain today, Rebecca Andrews. I hope you are enjoying your flight so far. If you choose to return with us your pilot will be Rebecca Mitchel." 

"By way of explanation, the take-off you just experienced is mostly a celebration. I'm a happy girl this afternoon. Your co-pilot today is going to change my last name tomorrow. I'm getting married tomorrow, in paradise." Applause and whoops and screams produced a bit of bedlam in the passenger compartment for the next few minutes. Finally Becca could continue.

"We've reached our planned cruising altitude, for the first leg of our trip to Hawaii, at a little over fifty thousand feet. Our cruise speed for this leg is about Mach 0.95, or a little over 700 miles per hour. I noticed our co-pilot left out one important piece of information in his introduction."

"The Turner Company does not allow smoking in any of their aircraft. We do however allow passengers who need to smoke to step out and smoke on the wing. As of right now, we have never had a passenger, who chose to smoke, come back in and complain about the accommodations in our smoking lounge." 

"At this time if any of you would like to use the aft berth, or one of our restrooms, please feel free to unbuckle your safety belts, and move about the cabin. I'll make another announcement when you need to be back in your seats for landing. As my fiancée told you earlier, please close the bedroom door if you are going to have a screaming good time. Also please understand that a screaming good time is a common occurrence with your flight crew, so we'll understand."

Becca snapped her seatbelt off, and suggested they both go back and mingle with their guests for a little while. Marsh set the cruise control, and unbuckled his belt as well. Becca got out of her seat and walked toward the passenger compartment. Marsh followed her, and Wolf stood up, stretched, and followed Marsh.

Carrie and Fred got up, and excused themselves, as they went back to the berth. Fred closed the door as he went in. Kathy smiled at Marsh. "I knew that would happen the minute you mentioned it."

Marsh chuckled. "I wouldn't have said anything if we didn't think it was acceptable. I haven't used it myself yet, but then I've always been one of the pilots, so I need to be somewhere that I can get to the cockpit in a hurry, if I need to."

All the girls gathered around Becca and congratulated her. They all asked to see her ring, and when she told them the story they all got a little weepy for a few minutes. They also asked Marsh to come over by them, so they could see the original rings.

Marsh's cell phone rang, and he stepped to the front crew compartment to answer it. Leyanni wanted to get shoe sizes from everyone on this plane, and on the 747, so she could make sure she had sandals for everyone in their correct size. Marsh told Leyanni he would get the numbers, and call her back.

When he got off the call with Leyanni, Marsh pushed the talk button to call Jimmy. When Jimmy answered Marsh asked him how things were going on the 747. "We're getting along really well. The little kids are having a ball, first running up and down the stairs, and now watching a movie on the 80 inch big screen TV. They've never seen a TV so huge. I told everyone about your new dress code, and they were all very pleased. The bedrooms have been occupied since Sam turned off the seatbelt sign. Oh, by the way, did you have a reason for this call?" Marsh and Jimmy both laughed.

"Actually I did." Marsh replied. "I need you to collect everyone's shoe size and then call Leyanni with them so she can have sandals ready for everyone. She is getting matching sandals and she is getting te pāreu for everyone. Just so you know dad, that's a Hawaiian sarong. And...the guys and the gals are all wearing them." 

Jimmy laughed. "I'm familiar with it Marsh, I've even worn one from time to time. They are quite comfortable when you figure out how to make it stay on. I'll get the shoe sizes and call Leyanni, since she called me about the shoe sizes as well. I'm sure gonna enjoy seeing that little Hawaiian Goddess again."

"Marsh, please don't tell her I told you, but I'm just gonna say... If she's on top, her butt length hair is gonna tickle your fancy." Jimmy couldn't stifle his laughter as he remembered the last night he was at the North Shore Resort with Leyanni.

Marsh chuckled. "OK dad, I get the picture, and my lips are sealed. I'm going to get back to my own company. I'll see ya in a few hours if not before."

"Before?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah," Marsh responded. "You may have gotten a head start, but remember I can fly a lot faster than you. We're gonna be supersonic after we leave SBD. We'll catch you in the middle of the Pacific." 

"Oh yeah, right." Jimmy recalled. "I forgot about that. OK, catch ya later."

"Bye." Marsh said as he reached for the end call button and put his cell phone away.

After Marsh ended his call, he walked into the cockpit and scanned the gauges and instruments. Everything was doing just great, and the Gulfstream was flying itself, just like the engineers had designed it to do.

While he was in the cockpit, Jake walked in behind him. "Am I allowed to come in here?" Jake asked.

Marsh stepped into the right seat before he replied. "Sure Jake. Have a seat in the left chair, and I'll show you how it works."

Jake was careful not to touch anything as he sat down in the pilot's seat. Marsh began pointing to the controls and the displays. Jake was mesmerized with the heads-up display in front of the wind-shield. Marsh switched off the autopilot and let Jake see how the G650 maintained straight and level flight even with no one at the controls and the auto pilot off. Then when Marsh turned the autopilot back on the plane made some small adjustments to put itself back on the correct heading again.

Marsh heard Becca talking to someone, and heard her say, "Would you like to go up to the cockpit?"

Taking that as a clue, Marsh stood up and moved towards the back of the cockpit before the girls came forward. Jake was still gawking at the displays and wasn't hearing anything, so Marsh just moved back, and let Becca in. 

Becca told Marsh thank you and moved into the co-pilots chair. Suddenly Jake became aware that Marsh was gone and the gorgeous redhead was sitting next to him. "My God," Jake said. "Marsh you sure changed in a hurry." Everyone started to laugh, and Becca lowered her voice as much as she could and replied: "You noticed. How do you like my fake rack?" She asked as she cupped her C-cup breasts through her flight suit.

"I ahhh...can't tell until I ahhh...until I feel them," Jake stammered.

Becca didn't miss a beat. She reached up and pulled the zipper of the flight suit down to her belly button, pushed her bra up off of her breasts, thrust her chest out and invited Jake to help himself. "Here they are Mr. Farmer Boy, have at them."

Jake turned about seven shades of red, till his face was crimson. He looked at Becca, and then looked toward where Marsh had gone. What he saw was Kathy and then his daughters and daughters. Marsh was nowhere to be found.

Just as Jake realized he was on his own, he heard Marsh speak up. "Be careful what you ask for Jake. Now you're gonna have to feel them and give a report... And if I saw the order of entrance correctly, your wife is standing right behind you, so you best be careful how you describe those beauties."

Jake tentatively reached across the cockpit and cupped Becca's breasts. Becca reached around his hands and pulled them tight and moved them around a little till Jake caught on that she was serious.

Kathy quickly unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing, and shed the blouse and then her bra. "OK big mouth," she taunted. Now compare them. All the girls were laughing at the predicament Jake was now in.

Becca proceeded to pull her arms out of the flight suit and let the bra slip down her arms. Jake repositioned himself, and Becca let the bra fall completely off. Behind Kathy her daughters and daughters took off anything and everything they had above the waist. 

Becca reached out and put Jake's left hand back on her right breast, and Kathy sat on her heels and pulled his right hand to her left breast.

Jake squirmed in the pilot's seat as he began to grow uncomfortably hard. He really needed to adjust things a bit below his belt, but his hands were otherwise in use.

"Jake," it was Becca now. "It looks like you're gonna have to make a decision, or you're gonna bust out of those shorts." 

Finally Jake let go of both women's breasts. He knew everybody was watching and had seen the growing bulge in his shorts, so he blatantly reached down and adjusted his cock. When he was a little more comfortable, Jake looked at Becca and then at Kathy. He put his hands back up and cupped a breast on each of the women.

"I'm massaging the beautiful breasts of two different women. My cock is hard enough to drive nails. You're both responsible for that. The breasts are all beautiful, and I like having them all available."

"Kathy, I have known and loved you for a lot of years. I still love you, and it has nothing to do with your boobs. Your breasts are still firm and don't have much sag." 

"Becca I hardly even know you, but you have beautiful breasts as well. I can see that both of you are enjoying my attention, because all four of the nipples I've been playing with are quite hard. I hope I can look forward to spending more time playing with each of you, but I don't think this chair would be the best place to try more playing."

Applause broke out as Jake finished his speech. Marsh spoke up next. "Jake, what office are you running for? That was a beautiful, politically correct speech. I'm pretty sure you'll get lucky before the day's over and maybe very soon. I suspect you're not going to get to play with both of those ladies, ONLY... because Becca is working."

Becca responded immediately. "I would be happy to help you with that Jake, but like my fiancée said, I'm on the clock. I've worked pretty hard to keep this body in this shape, so I have no interest in doing anything that might harm it, especially today, the day before my wedding."

Emily was the next to speak up. "Very smooth dad. Nice punt. If mom doesn't take care of that thing, I'll be happy to help you. Or if you need mom and Becca to take care of you, Maybe Marsh could team up with Todd, and they could manage to keep us in the air."

Marsh turned to Todd who was standing right beside him. "You're a pilot, Todd? What do you fly?"

"I just got out, Marsh." Todd replied. "I was an Apache pilot in the Army Reserve. Fortunately my wife has a job, so were not starving to death. Former Army Reserve helicopter pilots aren't in high demand right now, where we live. Nobody wants to pay them for their experience." 

"Todd, we're going to have to talk," Marsh replied. "If you've got AH-64 experience I bet you can fly anything with rotors. I happen to have a bunch of them. Before you ask, I'll throw out some numbers: AH-64, AH1Z, CH-53, S-92, UH-1H, and Y, Bell 412, Bell 230, and I think there's more, but I'm new here so I may not know everything in the hangers yet. I do know we have at least one Bell 525 on order, and I plan on ordering another one in the next week or so."

"And if you want to fly fixed wing stuff, we have just as many of those. Besides this hot little gal, there's a 747 on its way to the same destination and event as we are, and there will be an Airbus A330-200 dropping off a few pallets of ammunition tomorrow as well. We have several of those and several 747s, and at least eight C-141 cargo planes as well. The one I still want to fly is over in the sandbox, that's our C-130 Spooky. Oh, and add to that a few C-17s. Basically, if there is something that flies, we probably have one. I should warn you, the super cub at SBD, is my own personal aircraft and I don't let just anybody fly that little baby."

"We have our own base about five miles by helo from your sister's home, which is really Dan Morrison's estate, and across the road from our ranch. Have I got your attention yet?"




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 07



"Holy shit, Marsh. Are you offering me a job?" Todd was incredulous. 

Marsh smiled at Todd, and at Emily, who had suddenly joined the two men, and had a look of shock and pleasure on her face.

"Weeellllll now," Marsh drawled. "I'll have to make that a qualified ... yes. I'll need to see some documentation and have my instructor take you on a test flight or two. Then there's the matter of where you live. If your wife is married to her job or house or neighborhood, that could become a problem. But if you want to start the process when you come back from Hawaii, I'm sure we can use another good government trained aviator."

Emily was jumping up and down and squealing like a little kindergarten school girl. "Oh Todd, she spouted. I'll quit that crummy job in a heartbeat. I hate going to work and putting up with those dirty minded salesmen all day anyway."

"Emily," Marsh said quietly. "If Todd comes down to our neck of the woods, you're not going to get away from the dirty old men. You're standing right next to two of them this minute. And I know where I can find you a few dozen more."

"Awww Marsh," Emily blushed. "I don't mind the ones like you and Todd and Jake. You guys are as harmless as little school boys, before puberty. I just hate having those greasy, filthy talking, pond scum trying to pinch me and cop a feel every time they walk past. That's disgusting." She shook her head and shoulders as she spoke."

Todd explained. "She is the credit manager at a local car dealership, Marsh. They don't pay her squat, and there are several old school salesmen that are really crude, rude and lewd. I had to go over and warn one of them he was going to lose some teeth and a couple of fingers or hands if he didn't keep them off my wife." 

"What makes it even harder is the owner of the dealership is every bit as bad, if not worse. She can't say anything, because we need the money."

"What's the name of the dealership?" Marsh asked. "And what town is it in?"

Emily gave Marsh the information he asked for and then she asked, "Why do you need that information"

"What's the phone number and what's the owner's name," Marsh asked.

Again, Emily answered Marsh's questions and looked at him in wonder.

Marsh pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number. When the receptionist answered, Marsh asked for the owner by name. The receptionist started to make an excuse for why the owner couldn't take his call, but Marsh cut her off. "Ma'am, Tell your boss he can talk to me right now, or he can talk to the state investigators next week. And I do mean every department that has a hand in his pocket already and maybe a few more, by the time I'm done with him."

The receptionist put her hand over the phone, but Marsh could hear her call the owner's name, and tell him she thought it was important. "Who the hell is it?" Marsh heard a man ask. "I don't know sir, but he said he would have state investigators here next week if you didn't talk to him now." The receptionist sounded fearful. She knew her boss didn't like to be interrupted, and he wasn't a nice man.

Soon Marsh heard another phone pick up and the man's voice yelled, "Hang it up. I've got it.' Then the man put the phone to his face and asked, "OK you got to talk to me. What the hell is so friggin important? I'm a busy man."

Marsh took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, into the phone, and began; "Mr. Smith, My name is Doctor Marshall Mitchel. I'm new to your state, but where I came from I'm a deputy sheriff. In this country sir, we have laws about how you treat your employees, and especially how you treat employees of the female gender."

"I've heard enough of your conversation with your receptionist just this minute to tell me that the report I've just gotten is true, and there's probably a lot more I haven't heard."

"Let me explain what's going to happen in the next twenty four hours, sir. This after noon, you are going to have your bookkeeping department, or your payroll department, figure out the final paycheck for Emily Benson. You are going to tell them to add all of her accrued leave time, that's vacation and sick leave, and you are going to make out checks for that. If you try to tell me she doesn't have any sick time or vacation time I'm going to suggest that you simply add two weeks for vacation and two weeks for sick time. Are we clear so far?"

The dealership owner hmmmed and hawwhhed for a few seconds, then said, "IIIII ...ah... think so."

"Good." Marsh began again. "Tomorrow morning there will be some very big gentlemen at your dealership, at 0930. You'll have the three checks in three envelopes, and one of the gentlemen will ask you for them. You'll give him the envelopes, and he and his friends will leave you in one piece."

"Mr. Smith, do I need to go over any of my instructions? Or do you think you've got them down? If, sir, my men get there and there are any glitches, I can't guarantee your safety. If you have any reason to doubt that you are between a rock and a hard spot today, I want you to go to your computer and look up The Turner Security Company. When my men leave tomorrow morning, IF they leave without you, you'll know you are very lucky. If my men need to take you with them when they leave ...- well let me just advise you to have your will in order. Any questions sir?" 

Marsh paused, and the line was eerily silent. "Good. My men will be there in the morning. And Mr. Smith, Please don't send Emily checks that are going to bounce. My men will come back, and you won't be a happy camper."

Marsh hung up the phone without further conversation.

"Emily," Marsh spoke softly. "You will start at the Turner Company as soon as you and Todd can get moved. There is about a two thousand square foot apartment at the Turner Ranch that Becca will be moved out of next week, and it will be ready for you to move into a week from Monday. If you're here before its ready, Becca's mother will have a room for you at the Best Western Turner Inn, till the apartment is ready for you."

"Do you have any questions? I've been doing all the talking, how rude of me." Marsh added.

The interior of the Gulfstream was silent except for the whoosh of the big jet engines outside the plane. Everyone was staring at Marsh. Todd and Emily were sitting on one of the side facing couches looking at Marsh with their mouths open. Emily had tears running down her cheeks. Todd's hands were shaking.

The rest of the Thompson family had all gathered around and were listening to Marsh. Marsh looked past the Thompsons, and looked at Becca. She smiled at Marsh and gave him thumbs up. After a minute or so, Becca spoke.

"In case any of you wondered, Marsh meant every word he said, and he has the resources to insure that it all happens. I hope he didn't scare any of you, because Marsh is a very loving and gentle man. I've seen that he doesn't like people that take advantage of other people, especially he doesn't like bullies."

Jake had finally pulled his thoughts together. "So we see," he said. "He's a lot like Dan Morrison, isn't he?"

"Well," Becca thought out loud, but softly. "Marsh goes a little further than Dan, when it comes to necessary interventions. Let me explain it like this. You may have seen it on the news recently."

There were three men that represented a very undesirable element in the area. They went to my grandfather's hotel, and decided they were going to rape and kill my mother. Her offence was that she had testified against one of them, and he went to jail. When he got out he decided to make her pay."

"They attacked her and were beating her up, while one of them was ripping her clothes off. Marsh and Wolf showed up within about thirty seconds, and Marsh killed two of them with his bare hands while Wolf killed the other one."

"When Marsh tried to leave one of their friends shot Marsh twice and Wolf once. Marsh shot and killed him. The mob boss that hired those guys is NOT happy, but the next morning Marsh and his partner took out five more thugs, at another location."

"Bottom line, your Mr. Smith should take Marsh's instructions seriously."

As Becca spoke Marsh hung his head with his chin on his chest. His eyes were closed, and his head slowly turned from side to side. When Becca finished, Marsh spoke again without lifting his head. "I hope Becca didn't give you the wrong impression of me. I abhor violence. Unfortunately it seems to hunt me down, and I find myself defending people who don't have a chance against the horrible people who love to take advantage of other's weakness."

"I prefer to think of myself as a lover not a fighter, but I will not put up with bullies." Marsh paused for a minute again, and then lifted his head to look at Emily and Todd. "Please excuse us for a few minutes." 

Marsh walked towards the front of the Gulfstream and took Becca's hand as he walked to her. They walked together into the crew's lounge, and Marsh closed the door behind them as he walked in.

He stopped before he got to the cockpit, and pulled Becca into his arms. His head was laid on her shoulder, and Marsh struggled to gain control of his emotions. Remembering how close he was to losing Trish just a short time ago, was hard for Marsh. It brought back memories of the devastation he had experienced when Becky and Elise had been stolen from him.

Marsh just held Becca close. The essence of Becca's hair and the skin on her neck started to be recognizable, and Marsh began to climb out of the dark cloud again. "Oh my sweet Becca," Marsh whispered. My sweet, sweet, Rebecca. You are a blessing. I don't understand how I qualified for such a blessing."

Becca reached out and put her hands on the sides of Marsh's face. She looked into Marsh's eyes, and studied them. Marsh looked into hers and suddenly wanted to take a dive, into the beautiful pools that seemed bottomless, reaching into the depths of comfort to Marsh's soul. The flicker of beauty began to light within Marsh again, and he smiled at his soul mate.

For the first time in four years, Marsh felt the music in his soul, and started to hum. His smooth baritone voice cracked for a few seconds then the tones evened out and Marsh broke into a song:



Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobble stones Looking for fun and feelin' groovy Feelin' groovy

Hello lamppost what you knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing Ain't you got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' do-do feelin' groovy Feelin' groovy

Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life, I love you all is groovy

It was a short happy little tune written by Paul Simon and first released by Simon and Garfunkel on their album Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme, in 1966. Marsh was lightly dancing before he finished the song.

Becca was smiling and danced with Marsh as he sang to her. "I had no idea you had such a beautiful singing voice, Marsh." She gushed. "That was really nice."

"It's your fault, my dear." Marsh replied. "You've put the music back into my life. Just like your sister did for so many years. Thank you sweetheart, for bringing the music back into my soul."

Marsh reopened the door between the crew lounge and the main cabin, and then took the few steps forward to the cockpit. As he sat in the pilot's seat he remarked; "I guess somebody should take a gander at the instruments, and make sure this bird is still going where we want it to go, eh?"

"Probably not a bad idea, at that," Becca agreed.

It only took Marsh a minute to figure out that everything was in order, and that the Gulfstream was doing everything it was supposed to do. Becca had stepped into the passenger cabin and reminded everyone that there were drinks and snacks in the galley, and Kathy thanked her and showed Becca that they had helped themselves as they had been told.

After answering a few questions from some members of the Thompson family, Becca made her way to the cockpit, and took the seat on the right, the co-pilot's seat. "Looks like we're right on schedule. Somebody must have programmed the right numbers into the computer," she remarked, with a grin. 

Becca herself had programmed the information into the flight data computer, before they had left home, and they both knew the Gulfstream would fly itself to SBD and HNL without much more input from either Marsh or Becca.

One or the other of them would need to be at the controls once the jet was on the ground, as they couldn't program ground control instructions beforehand, but the plane really was high tech, and once in the air, it was almost independent. 

While Marsh and Becca checked the flight status, and played with the computerized readouts, Jake Thompson walked into the cockpit. Marsh showed him how to fold down the navigator's seat, and invited Jake to sit and chat for a little while. If the flight proceeded as uneventful as it had so far, they would be landing in San Bernardino in about three quarters of an hour. The wait at SBD should be less than half an hour and they should be in Honolulu in about two and a half hours after they left SBD.

Jake watched Marsh and Becca turn switches that changed the readouts on the computer screens in front of them. When it looked like they were not quite as busy, he spoke. "Marsh, you and Dan Morrison must be cut from the same cloth. He has gone out of his way to help our daughter Beth. She loves him for that as well as all the other factors that go along with who he is." 

"He has gone above and beyond to help Terri Powell, Hanna Lindquist, and the Simpson family."

"Now the Thompson family gets in your luxury biz jet, on a last minute, spur of the moment transcontinental flight, and we've known you for less than two hours when you solve a major problem for our daughter, and son." 

"Marsh, do you have any idea how big a deal this is? Emily has been tortured at that car dealership for three years. They needed the money, what little she made, and she couldn't just quit. Now you've come along and made them both a job offer, and a place to stay."

"Marsh, Kathy and I have been helping Emily when we could, but they have struggled since he got out of the Army. They live in a little apartment, that's actually a dump, and there have been several times when Emily has asked us for a little bit of money so she can buy groceries. Todd has been considering going back into the Army, so they can make ends meet. It's not what they wanted, but they were getting a little desperate."

Kathy had walked into the crew's lounge as Jake was talking. She picked up as Jake paused. "You know when you two stepped in here; Emily and Todd went back to the aft berth, to celebrate the fact that she didn't have to go back to the car dealer again. Marsh, I think she wanted to take you back there and give you a reward, as well."

"Well Jake and Kathy, I don't consider what I just did to be so special. The dealer needed to have the fear of God put in him, and I think he got my message."

"I need you to understand. I was not destitute when I met Dr. James Turner. I could have just stayed retired, and I could have lived the lifestyle I enjoyed without ever working again. I have had some dark times, but I've been blessed."

"I had no clue that my new friend Jimmy was on the Forbes list right under God. I didn't need nor was I looking for money. His or anybody else's. We got to be friends, and Jimmy decided he wanted to bring me into his organizations so he would know he had someone he could trust and depend on when he couldn't be as active in his role as head of a multinational/worldwide conglomerate."

"He chose me without me even knowing he was looking, and he lured me back to his stomping grounds on the pretext of selling me an old car that I wanted. When I got here, he dangled Becca and her mother in front of my face, and then gave me the family business to run. I've been blessed Kathy. I have a thing about paying it forward, especially when it's not going to do me any harm, but it's likely to do me some good."

"My family business hires and maintains employees worldwide. Your daughter and son have skills that will benefit my company. Offering them positions that will make me money, while getting them out of a difficult situation seems like a win/win to me." 

"I'm no hero Kathy. I'm a businessman that also has a conscience. Your daughter worked for one that was an unscrupulous ass. It makes me happy to put little turds like that in their place."

Marsh looked at Kathy and smiled. "The fact that it also racks up points with Emily's pretty mother, with a nice rack, is kinda cool, too."

Kathy blushed as she realized that like Becca and the rest of the girls on the plane, she was naked from the waist up. "You smooth talker," she said. "It's no wonder Becca is so excited about marrying you tomorrow." 

Turning to Becca, Kathy asked, "Becca is he as smooth in bed as the line he talks, out of the bedroom?"

Becca looked at Kathy with a sly grin. "I hope you're not asking me to kiss and tell, and I don't really know you well enough to start revealing family secrets. However, if ... your husband doesn't mind and if... you can wait till after my honeymoon, I'd encourage you to take a ride on this pony."

"I'll have to admit, it's the only ride I've ever had, so I have nothing to compare, but my mother and some of my friends that have more experience than I have seemed to think he's as good as or better than they've ever ridden. And... He'll make sure you get taken care of. Guaranteed!" 

Kathy had a big smile on her face. "Well thank you, Becca! That sounds like an offer I can't refuse. And I'm pretty sure my husband won't mind. He'll insist that I make sure it's OK with Marsh, though. We've adopted the Morrison Family rules. Anything goes between consenting adults. This should be an interesting, and fun weekend."

"I'll drink to that!" Quipped Jake.

Marsh stood up, and started to excuse himself to make a couple of phone calls. He stopped though and asked Kathy if he could give her a task to complete in the next few minutes.

Kathy smiled and answered. "I'll do almost anything for you right now, Marsh. You're on my good guy list today."

"If you can get me the shoe size for everyone on board, then add the new passengers from San Bernardino, then you, Becca or myself needs to call Leyanni, in Hawaii, with the information." Marsh told her.

"Shoe size?" Kathy quizzed. "Why shoe sizes?"

"Well sweetie," Marsh said as he put his hand on the side of Kathy's face and caressed her chin with his thumb. "It seems your daughter has started making some plans for her wedding tomorrow. Her plans include a wardrobe for all the guests, and that includes footwear. I was told we will all be wearing sandals."

"And just so you are prepared it seems the wedding coordinator works for me, and she has told your daughter that the wardrobe will be donated by the resort. Somehow I take that to mean I'm buying you a new pair of sandals, and if that's the case, I want them to fit you."

"Is that a good enough explanation?" Marsh asked.

Kathy moved her face up to Marsh's face and kissed him briefly on the lips. Marsh put his hand behind Kathy's head, pulled her back to him, and kissed her again; long and hard. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and they had a duel for several minutes.

When Marsh let go of her head and pulled back, Kathy gasped. "Wow!" She exclaimed. "If that's the appetizer, I can't wait for the entre."

"No Jake," Marsh said. "You don't get a sample of what I gave your wife."

"Thank you very much!" Jake replied. "I may ask your wife for a sample, but I'm not progressive enough yet to want to know what you are giving my wife."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 07



Everyone in the cockpit and crew lounge laughed at the exchange going on between Marsh and Jake.

"Now," Marsh stated, "I'm going to call Doug, and have him get a crew up to your daughter's former employer tomorrow."

Marsh stepped into the passenger cabin and sat in one of the front recliner chairs. He pushed the call button and waited till Doug answered. When Doug answered, Marsh greeted him, and then began to outline what he wanted done.

"Doug, please take five guys, BIG guys, and I'm going to have someone text you the dealership name. I told the owner to have three envelopes for you with three separate checks for Emily Benson. Make sure the checks are there, and just bring them back to the bull-pen. I don't know who is going to pick them up from the bull-pen yet, but that's not important."

And Doug, if Mr. Smith doesn't have the checks for you, Find the dealer's checkbook, and bring him and his checkbook back to the bull-pen. While he's there give him the option to write out the checks, or he can wait there for me. Becca and I will be back on Monday, and he can sit in one of the interview rooms till I get there. Oh, and make sure Mr. Smith gets as much bread and water as he wants. Nothing else."

"Do you have any questions?" Marsh asked. "Ok, thanks Doug! I'll get you the vital information soon. You should probably take two of the Excursions, so there's plenty of room if Mr. Smith wants you to bring his bookkeeper or something like that. Use your best judgment, and call me tomorrow with the confirmation either way it goes. I trust you completely, Doug. Thanks again!"

Marsh ended the call, and asked Emily to use his phone and text the vital information to the number he had just called.

Emily sent the text, and then handed Marsh his phone, followed by her wrapping her arms around Marsh and giving his a very warm wet kiss. "Thank you so much Marsh. You have no idea the relief I'm feeling right now."

"I'm glad I could help Emily. If there's anything else I can do just let me know. I have trucks that I can send to move you next week as well. You just say the word, and I'll have someone there in a few hours." 

"While I'm thinking about it, you don't need to worry about furniture, if you don't have enough good stuff to bring along. If all you bring with you is a suitcase full of clothes, there's furniture in the apartment. If you have anything you like and want to bring, by all means do so. And if you have any questions or if you need something, by all means, call me."

"God I can't believe this," Jake said. "I thought Dan was a one of a kind, but you've proved me wrong, Marsh. There are two of you angels."

Becca interrupted, "Marsh we're about thirty minutes out, do you have another call to make?"

"Sure do, sweetheart. Thanks for the heads up. I'll come up and help you with the landing in a few minutes."

Marsh called Morgan and asked him to head up to the ranch to pick up Rosie.

Then he called Rosie and told her Morgan was on his way. "Rosie, there's something else I want you to do. Please go in my closet and bring the brown guitar case. I need my guitar. Thanks Rosie, I'll see you in half an hour."

Marsh had purposely stayed out of the front cabin so Becca didn't hear him ask for his guitar. He had decided to try to surprise her with a song at the wedding.

After the conversations with Rosie and Morgan, Marsh called Papa Victor. He told him they were about a half hour out, and Papa said they would go out to the chopper right away.

Kathy looked at him with that look a woman has, and Marsh just put his finger in front of his lips and hissed. He followed that by heading up front and taking the co-pilot's seat.

Becca used the intercom and announced their imminent arrival at the first stop on the itinerary. And then asked the passengers to take their seats and buckle their safety belts.

The descent was smooth, and Becca greased the Gulfstream on the big long runway at San Bernardino International Airport. When she taxied to Marsh's hangers, Uncle Joey's Sikorsky was parked close to one of the hangers, and Marsh's Bell 407 was just flying into the airport. Morgan landed before Marsh had the door open and stairway extended.

After transferring Mama Vicky and Papa Victor's bags, Marsh put the net over the bags that he and Morgan had loaded, and followed the three new passengers into the airplane. Morgan had promised the put Uncle Joey's Sikorsky in the hanger and make sure it was serviced and ready for Papa Victor, when they got back.

Marsh pulled the stairway up and latched the door. Marsh walked back to the passenger compartment and made the introductions, so everyone knew everyone else.

Mama Vicky came up to Marsh and hugged him, and then she went to Becca and wrapped her in a Mama Vicky bear hug. "I know I'm going to love you sweetie. You love my Marsh, and he loves you, so you are part of my family now. Mama is going to take good care of you whenever you are at my house." 

When Mama let go of Becca, Papa Victor stepped up and hugged her as well. Papa gave her a kiss on each cheek which was his way of accepting her into his Sicilian family. "Marsh told me you were with him at his neighbor's house and helped him take down my nephew's gang, Rebecca. I know who you are, and you are now part of my family, with all the protection and responsibilities that comes with that. I think you know we take care of our own."

"No Papa," Marsh interrupted. "I helped her take out Tony's gang. Totally different order." 

"Son," Victor responded. "You have been too modest all your life. You always want to give everyone the credit they deserve but you never want to accept the praise you deserve."

Becca put her arm around Marsh, and responded to Papa Victor. "Papa, you know Marsh well. He saved my bacon that night, and got sliced for it. I want this guy at my back or at my side forever. You raised a really good man, Thank you and Mama Vicky. He's very special, to me and so many others."

Becca released Marsh, and stepped over to Rosie, wrapping her in a hug. "I'm glad to meet you too, Rosie. Marsh and your mother have said a lot of good things about you. I'm sure glad your boss let you take off on such short notice. I'm sure he's a really good guy." Becca was smiling as she stepped back from Rosie.

Rosie started to protest, and then realized Becca was joking with her. She turned to look at the Thompson family and explained. "Just so y'all know; Becca already knows that Marsh is my brother from a different mother, and I work for him, just like my mother does. I manage his California ranch, and my mother manages his current home. I think y'all will meet mom later when we get to Hawaii. I'm glad to meet some of my brother's friends and I'm really excited we are getting together for this happy occasion. My brother deserves to be happy again."

Marsh smiled at Rosie. "I love you too, little sister. And I'm sure glad your boss let you come, too."

Rosie slapped Marsh's arm. "You big goofball. You told me I had to cancel my hot date for tomorrow night and go to Hawaii." Rosie made a face of disgust to match the disgust she put into the words she spit out.

Everyone but Marsh was aghast. Marsh laughed and hugged Rosie again. "I'm sorry baby sister. I didn't realize you were so much in love with that rattlesnake in the back yard."

Rosie cracked up, and everyone else realized that Rosie and Marsh were messing with each other. They all joined the laughter.

Becca suggested that it might be a good idea to take their show to the sky, and turned to head to the cockpit.

"Wait just a minute there gorgeous," Marsh stopped her. "Would you mind taking Todd up there as your co-pilot? You could teach him the beginner things he needs to know to fly this crate. He flew Apache helicopters in the Army, so he knows how to handle Turbines, and I bet he can learn to turn on the auto-pilot up there in an hour or two."

"I mean I know he has some form of disability, according to you Navy fighter jocks, since he was Army, but I think he has potential." Now Todd cracked up.

"Ok, Ok," he laughed. I admit I have my shortcomings, but I can learn. Kindergarten only took me five years, and I graduated with honors." He bragged.

Now everyone was laughing. Becca looked at Emily. "What do you think, young lady? Will I be safe up there with this Army brat?"

"Becca," Emily replied. "Don't you hurt my man up there. Just because you can whip him with one hand tied behind your back, doesn't mean I don't still love him. If you promise to give him back in one piece, I'll let him go up to the cockpit and play airplane pilot with you, Becca."

Becca reached out, took Todd's hand and led him to the cockpit. "Let's go Army grunt. This Navy SEAL is gonna school ya."

Todd put his free hand over his face and prayed, "Oh God please protect me. I promise I'll never join the Army again."

Again, everyone in the airplane cracked up, while Becca and Todd disappeared into the cockpit.

Becca directed Todd into the pilot's seat, and she took the co-pilots chair. She began by giving Todd a short tour of the gauges and the switches and controls, then she started going through the pre-start checklist, giving Todd time to find the switches and gauges he needed to use.

When they finished the pre-start checks, Becca took Todd through the start-up process, going through each step and explaining anything Todd was unsure about. The whole thing was easy for both Becca and Todd, mainly because Todd had a lot of hours in turbine aircraft, even though it was rotorcraft; he picked up the subtle differences quickly.

When they were ready, Becca had Todd taxi to the end of the runway, and line the jet up in the center of runway 24. She instructed him to firewall the throttles, and hold the airplane on the runway, with forward pressure on the yoke.

As the jet accelerated Becca repeatedly told Todd to "hold it, hold it, hold it, OK now let the plane lift just barely," she said as the airspeed indicator passed two hundred. Becca reached up and retracted the landing gear, and the jet picked up more speed. "Hold it level Todd, hold it right there." She coached him.

As the Gulfstream crossed the threshold at the other end of the twelve thousand foot runway, Becca reached up and turned on the afterburners. "Pull it up, NOW!" Becca said forcefully. "Back, now, back! Stand it up Todd!" Todd caught on to what Becca was having him do. He brought the nose of the Gulfstream vertical and held it there. Todd knew enough about flying to add a little aileron, and start the screaming jet spinning slowly into the sky. Straight up.

When they were passing through forty thousand feet, Becca told him to bring the nose back down and swing the airplane around to a heading of 260 degrees. She then called Ontario center and activated the flight plan.

"Turner Air one, this is Ontario Center. Your flight plan is active. You in a hurry to get to cruising altitude, Becca? That was an impressive climb out, for a biz jet."

"That's affirmative Ontario. Turner Air one has a new pilot in training this afternoon. He's an Army rotorcraft jock with Apache time, and he needs to get the full impact of the switch to fixed wing flying with afterburners."

Becca had shut down the afterburners as Todd had leveled the airplane.

"And just so you know, Ontario Center those numbers are pretty close. We do plan on a short trip this afternoon. Also if you need to know, there are sixteen souls onboard, including the same four legged one."

Turner Air one, y'all have fun in Hawaii. When should I expect you back in our airspace, girlfriend?

"Center, Turner Air one. I'm getting married tomorrow, and we're going to be back on Monday. We all are supposed to look like we're working on Tuesday, but we have to be back in San Bernardino for work, so we'll be right back. Thank God for fast airplanes"

When Dave keyed the mic, he was laughing. Turner Air one, I'll look forward to talking to you on Monday. Have a safe flight. Ontario Center.

"Thanks Dave. Catch ya on the return."

When Becca signed off Todd chuckled. "I guess you know the controller in these parts, eh?"

Becca smiled. "He's a friend of Marsh's. I guess they've known each other for quite a few years."

Todd leveled the plane at the desired cruise altitude, and Becca said; "now for the fun part." She asked Todd to climb to about five hundred feet above their desired cruise altitude, then put the nose down slightly, and bring the throttles to about seventy-five percent power.

As Todd pushed the nose of the aircraft down slightly, the airspeed increased. Now Becca had him continue to nose down at small intervals. As the nose went down the airspeed increased and the lift over the wings increased as the speed increased.

Becca had Todd alternate between pushing the nose down, and allowing the airspeed to increase, till the Gulfstream began to vibrate. At that point, Becca had Todd slowly increase the throttles to about eighty percent.

The vibration built up a bit more, till the Gulfstream "hit a bump." The bump, and the vibration went away, and the noise level inside the aircraft reduced. Todd saw the airspeed indicator switch to three digits. 1.15....1.21... 1.29. At 1.29 the indicator paused, and Todd and Becca saw the altimeter increasing, so Becca asked Todd to push the nose down again. The airspeed jumped to 1.33, and the altitude stabilized, just slightly above the flight level Becca wanted.

"Well sir," Becca was looking at Todd with a big smile. "Have you ever flown a supersonic airplane before?"

"No ma'am!" Todd managed to blurt out. "My Apache did some fun maneuvers, but supersonic flight was NOT one of them." His excitement was evidenced in his voice.

"Well then," Becca answered. "From the rumors I heard, you can now check off one more "first" time, on this flight. You joined the mile high club on the first leg, and supersonic pilot on the second."

"Becca," Todd still sounded excited. "You heard correctly, and I have you and Marsh to thank!

"And all this on a trip to Hawaii that was scheduled just this morning, WOW!"

Todd was still controlling the Gulfstream, so Becca reached up and set the cruise control, with the numbers she had already programmed into the computer.

"Let'er go Todd," Becca instructed. "Let's have the computer take us to Honolulu, shall we? You did a great job. You'll be a regular jet jockey in no time."

Todd took his hands off the yoke, and pulled his feet back off of the rudder pedals. As he let the Gulfstream fly itself Todd realized how tense his muscles had been and he sat back and just relaxed.

"Thanks a lot, Becca." That was a lot of fun; I know a lot of Army pilots that would be jealous right now if they knew what you just let me do. That takeoff was a blast."

"Just wait till we have a few less souls onboard and we do some chandelles and rolls. My grandfather had some massaging done to this little gal, and she's a real hotrod."

"I can imagine," Todd replied. "That takeoff was pretty darn cool by itself. A vertical take-off in an Apache just doesn't compare, and I've never flown a fixed wing aircraft that would even think about pulling that off, before today."

Becca smiled at Todd, and then keyed the mic for the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your co-pilot speaking. The excitement so far on this flight has been brought to you by your pilot in command, Mr. Todd Benson. Todd has successfully performed his first fixed wing vertical take-off, and has trimmed the aircraft for his first supersonic flight. We hope you've enjoyed the flight so far. Our cruising airspeed for the flight is around one thousand miles per hour, which means we will be in Honolulu in about two and a half hours. Please feel free to unbuckle your seat belts and move about the cabin. Drinks and snacks are available from the galley. You may help yourself, or feel free to ask your friendly cabin attendant, Dr. Marshall Mitchel. Again, thank you for choosing to fly Turner Air, and enjoy the rest of your flight."

Mama Vicky surprised everyone when she clearly spoke out; Hey! I didn't choose to fly Turner Air. I was ordered to be in this plane on this specific flight. I thought my husband was going to treat me to a barbeque tomorrow afternoon. I guess that's what I get for thinking." 

The cabin of the jet erupted in laughter, and Becca keyed the mic again. "I am so sorry Ma'am. I stand corrected. Please accept my heartfelt apology, and please enjoy the rest of your unwanted confinement. If it's any consolation, I heard the fare at your destination, includes a lot of fresh fruit, and a fire roasted pig on the beach."

Mama Vicky unbuckled her seat belt, got up and walked to the cockpit. "Rebecca Marie almost Mitchel, You get up here and give Mama Vicky a hug and some kisses. You're the first person that has come back at me like that in...well... in forever." She laughed.

Becca fairly jumped out of her seat, and hugged Mama. They exchanged some kisses on each other's cheeks, and Becca took a chance on giving Mama a kiss full on the lips. 

Mama Vicky got right into that, and the kiss stretched out for a long minute.

"Mmmmm," hummed Mama Vicky. "I'm going to want some more of that action. Maybe you can go give Papa some of that sugar, sweetheart. He'll love it!"

Becca kept her arms around Mama Vicky as she turned and spoke to the pilot. Todd, if you want to sit here and watch Turner Air one fly herself, you're welcome to do just that. If you'd like to take a walk back to the passenger cabin and socialize with our guests, that's OK too. I'm going to go and socialize a little." Becca and Mama Vicky headed out to the main cabin and joined the conversations there.

Kathy got shoe sizes from the three new passengers, and Marsh gave her his cell phone so she could call Leyanni.

Leyanni answered on the second ring. Good morning, this is Leyanni, how may I help you boss?

Kathy didn't miss a beat as she replied, "Thank you so much for the promotion Leyanni. I think I should be helping you. And just so you are kept in the loop, the new boss's name is Kathy Thompson. Kathy with a "K". 

"Hey Kathy!" Leyanni responded. "You must be Dan Morrison's new mother. Or maybe Beth Thompson's mother. How am I doing so far?"

"Spot on," Kathy replied. "Marsh asked me to get you some information. It seems he thinks he's gonna buy everyone some new shoes."

"Well I guess that Marsh dude is a pretty smart fella, isn't he?" Leyanni sounded like a happy person, and Kathy decided she liked the Hawaiian girl, already.

"So I guess you have a list of shoe sizes for me, eh?" Leyanni asked.

"Yes my dear, I have." Kathy answered happily. 

Even though she had a photographic memory, Leyanni asked Kathy to wait just a minute for her to get her paper list, and then had her read the numbers Kathy had. Leyanni could remember what Kathy told her, but whoever Leyanni sent to get the sandals wouldn't have that advantage, so the pad of paper would be needed.

Kathy read the list to Leyanni, and then the two of them struck up a conversation that lasted over fifteen minutes. A mother has to be informed about everything that was going on for her daughter's wedding. Not being there and being involved was really difficult for Kathy.

Kathy asked Leyanni minded if she took Leyanni's number off of Marsh's phone, so she could use her own phone when Marsh wanted to have his.

"Of course I don't mind," Leyanni said. "You're a friend of my boss's neighbor. It sounds to me like you're a friend of my boss, and truth be told, it sounds like you and I are going to be friends as well. Call me any time, and come see me every month or so."

"Hmmmm," Kathy mused. "That sounds like a really good invitation. Now I have to figure out a way to sneak onto one of Marsh's transports every once and a while."




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 08



I'd like to preface this chapter with first a profound Thank You to my loyal friends/readers who have told me how well you have liked the story to this point. And to those of you who have emailed encouragement. You guys are the best! Thank you for your patience! Chapter 8 is finally here.

Now a thank you to my editor; RecHiker! You have been through a lake of feces so far this year. You've stuck to it and kept me honest, and inspired me to do my best. Thank You! I hope we both can have some better times ahead.

And to another friend; Poisonlove. You have sent me positive feedback, and helped with translation of sections where I have inserted dialog in a language I know almost nothing about. Thank You!

I have a list of characters at the end of the chapter. I'm not sure that I have included all of my characters in that list. There are characters here that are part of RecHiker's story; The Morrisons. RecHiker has graciously given me permission to include them in my story. I have given him permission to include some of my characters in his story as well.

At the risk of repeating myself, if you are looking for a short stroker story, you are at the wrong place. My story is about characters that develop love for each other, and share that love in some rather unconventional ways. It's not intended to please everyone. If you like it, please tell me.

I hope you enjoy; A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Chapter 8

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The "From Elise" rocked gently against the dock at the private Turner North Shore Resort. Marshall Mitchel woke up slowly to the sound of fenders squeaking between the fiberglass hull, and the aluminum dock. The sound of the surf outside the marina was soothing, as were the sounds of the morning birds around the small harbor.

Marsh opened his eyes and scanned the cabin. Beside him, next to the starboard wall of the cabin, slept his beautiful mother, Trish Turner. On his other side, slept his favorite pilot, who also happened to be his fiancée, Rebecca Andrews.

Marsh was spooned to Becca's back, and Becca in turn was spooned behind a Hawaiian Goddess, Leyanni Lau. Right next to Leyanni lay Beth Thompson, the gorgeous fiancée of the guy spooned behind her, Dan Morrison.

On the far side of the cabin, Kim Morrison slept, spooned to the back of her husband.

Marsh lay still and contemplated the logistics of getting out of the large berth, without waking anyone. He quickly came to the conclusion that no matter how he chose to get out, he was going to wake someone, and maybe everyone. Fortunately Marsh was rescued by something completely beyond the scope of his consciousness or even his imagination.

No one in the cabin of the boat could see it, but they all heard the Dassault Falcon 900LX jet fly past the resort at surf-top level. The Falcon was not a supersonic jet, but at upwards of six hundred miles an hour the thundering jet made enough noise to waken most of the guests in the sleeping areas within a few hundred yards of the beach.

Marsh knew immediately who it was and why it was here. Marsh had called his friend and airplane mechanic Morgan Barnett, and had asked Morgan to fly down to Durango, Mexico, and bring Carlos Rosario to the island. Marsh recognized the sound of his own airplane and knew who was flying it, and why. The minute Marsh heard the jet plane he knew Morgan and Carlos had arrived.

Marsh had called Carlos and asked him to make several more rings. He had asked Carlos to start them a week earlier, and had put out the emergency call yesterday when the plans were accelerated to today.

Morgan would park the Falcon in Marsh's hanger at the Honolulu International Airport, and spool up Marsh's Bell 412, to bring Carlos out to the resort, where Carlos would set up his tools, and finish the additions to Becca's ring, and complete the ring Marsh had ordered for Trish.

Marsh had also asked Carlos to bring some extra supplies, in the event that Dan might need a little work done on any of the rings he was going to give Beth, or if he or Kim wanted to customize their own rings. The thought had also gone through his head that there were a number of people here that might want to order some custom jewelry sometime in the future. Giving them the opportunity to meet Carlos and see him work could generate interest and maybe get Carlos some more business.

Morgan flew the Falcon past the resort sometime around 0630. Marsh and Leyanni both looked up at the digital clock built into the small stove and oven combination in the Donzi's galley.

"Oh shit!" Leyanni exclaimed. "I've got to get moving. I've got a double wedding to put on this afternoon."

Everyone in the berth was on the bed with their heads toward the door, and their feet up at the bow end of the cabin. Leyanni curled her body into a roll, and her feet came over her head and landed on the floor. She stood up, and shook her hair back behind her shoulders.

Marsh looked up at the beautiful Hawaiian and commented, "My God, girl. You sure wake up beautiful. Would you like to come home with Becca, Trish and me? You could just hang out and make the scenery more beautiful."

The other occupants of the cabin chuckled, and Leyanni blushed. "I'll have to check with my boss. He may want me to keep up with the job I already have, and love doing. I really appreciate the compliment though. Thank you!"

Leyanni started on the starboard side of the berth, and gave a warm good morning kiss to each drowsy occupant of the "From Elise" cabin. Then she headed out and up towards the cafeteria, where she was going to meet Terri.

Marsh was the next to climb out of bed. He knew he had a lot of things to do this morning. There were at least two more aircraft inbound for the island. One of his transports, and at least one FA-18 Super Hornet that belonged to the US Navy. Marsh knew his transport would fly sedately to HNL, but the Navy fighter, or fighters, if Uncle Randy brought friends, might not be any less obvious than the Turner Air duet that had arrived the afternoon before.

Marsh knew that his C-141 was due soon, and he had arranged for Ron to have a CH-53 ready to load the mini-van, and the additional guests into. They would off-load the van, and Leyanni would assign someone to guide Holly to the best place for her to set up her equipment. Marsh had arranged for there to be appropriate sized outfits for everyone on the transport. Marsh, Terri, and Leyanni were the only people here that knew about the additional transport. Marsh had no idea how many additional transports Leyanni had scheduled to bring in supplies from around the globe.

As Marsh thought about all this information he also wondered just how much money he was spending on this weekend. The Jet fuel bill would be astronomical in and of itself. As quickly as he thought that he also realized that whatever it was, it was worth every penny, or every hundred thousand dollars he spent. Just to see the joy he was seeing in the faces of the people in this cabin, not to mention the joy he had witnessed on the faces of the Banks family and the Simpson children. He knew it went way beyond those folks. Bottom Line; it was worth the money.

Marsh opened a cabinet and pulled out three boxes. One contained a dozen new toothbrushes. One box contained at least as many travel sized tubes of toothpaste, and the other contained travel sized bottles of mouthwash.

Marsh paused as he opened the medicine cabinet next to the sink. There were three toothbrushes in there. Marsh had not been on the "From Elise" since the accident. Becky and Elise's toothbrushes were still in the same place they had been the last time Marsh had taken his little family out on the boat. The "From Elise" had been covered on the trailer, in the garage, at his home here on the north shore.

Becca had gotten up silently and was just pressing her warm body against him, as he opened the cabinet. She saw his hand reach into the cabinet, and then pause over the toothbrushes. Her hand reached up and laid on his, and she whispered in his ear. "I know this hurts you Marsh. I'm right here for you."

A couple of tears ran down Marsh's cheeks as he thought about that last boat trip. How he wished there had been many more.

Trish and Kim both spoke softly as they watched the moment of sorrow, and love, from the berth, "I love you, Marsh." They both said almost simultaneously.

Marsh shook his head a couple of times to snap himself out of the pity party he was having for himself. He looked at the ladies on the bed, and softly thanked them. "I love y'all too." Marsh replied. "More than I know how to express."

Marsh reached for, and removed, his own toothbrush. Becca picked up the other adult sized toothbrush and looked at Marsh with a question mark written all over her face. Marsh nodded in agreement and Becca opened the case, and took out her sister's toothbrush. It was essentially a new toothbrush, and had been locked in the garage at Marsh's estate just five driveways down the road from the resort. Becca felt a closeness with her twin sister as she put toothpaste on the bristles and brushed her teeth. This was a very personal connection; to the sister she had never known.

When Marsh finished brushing his teeth, he gave everyone a kiss. Kisses on the lips for everyone but Dan. Dan got kissed on the cheeks. Then Marsh told everyone in the cabin that he was going to go up to the cafeteria to see if he could help Leyanni and Terri. Since it was his resort, and he was at least partly, If not wholly to blame for the work-load this weekend, he felt he should at least put in an appearance.

Becca asked Marsh to wait for her to finish her tooth brushing so she could walk up to his Gator with him, and ride along. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity as Dan, Trish, Kim, and Beth asked Marsh to wait for them as well.

Marsh turned the big bed into a pair of dining area seats while the rest of the group brushed their teeth. Then as a group they walked up to Marsh's Gator and Marsh drove over to where Dan's golf cart had been parked last night.

Dan, Kim and Beth got off of Marsh's Gator and into Dan's cart. They were going to head over to their own cabin to take showers. Marsh took Becca and Trish back to the boat house, where the three of them, along with Wolf, went in to take showers as well. Wolf had showered with Marsh, several times a week, for the last four years. Joining the ladies was enjoyable for both Marsh and Wolf.

By the time Marsh, Trish and Becca were back in the Gator; Marsh could hear the light hum of his Bell 412, and the heavy pounding of the blades of a Ch-53. He knew that meant that Morgan had arrived with Carlos, and whomever Ron had assigned, had arrived with Holly, her children, her van, and the babysitters that Terri had asked him to bring in.

Wolf hopped in the back of the Gator with Trish. Marsh had buckled Wolf's S.O. (sheriff's officer) vest on his partner, after he had dried the K-Nine's coat.

Before they had left the main-land, Marsh had put Wolf's paperwork in one of the pockets of the vest. The paperwork certified Wolf as a registered deputy sheriff in California. There was also a federal LEO (Law enforcement officer) registration certificate in the pocket along with a veterinary medical clearance. Wolf was registered as a search and rescue dog, and an explosives K-Nine. (Bomb sniffer+) He had trained in several other specialties, but was only certified in the two mentioned.

Marsh, Becca, and Trish were having a pleasant conversation as Marsh drove the Gator towards the main administration building, which also contained the main cafeteria. The resort had cart paths crisscrossing the whole place, and the path from the marina to the ad building was a little over a mile long. Marsh could see the front of the admin. building from about a half mile away.

As he topped a small rise in the path Marsh could see two people hurrying out of the front doors, and getting in a cart. The cart headed directly toward Marsh's Gator, and as it got close Marsh could see Leyanni and Terri in the cart.

As she got close, Leyanni turned her cart across the path and stopped in front of Marsh. She and Terri both jumped out, and as Marsh stopped his Gator, Leyanni stepped up beside him, with a concerned look on her face.

Leyanni put one hand into the back of the Gator, and laid it on Wolf's head, as she spoke to Marsh. "There are a couple of guys here that told me to come get you and your dog. One of them said they were going to take the dog for quarantine. What do you want me to do, Marsh?"

Marsh put the brake on the Gator and hopped out. He pulled Leyanni close and hugged her, kissing her on the top of her forehead. "It's OK beautiful." He told her. "I'll handle them. But, I will need to get up to the office, or where ever they are hanging out."

Leyanni smiled at Marsh. "Don't say I didn't warn you, boss. These guys can be real assholes. They think that since they work for the state, they can pretty much do what they please."

"Yyyyyeaaahhh," Marsh drawled. "I know the type. I've dealt with their kind before, and I'll bet these guys are amateurs, compared to some of the feds I've met." Marsh was chuckling as he sat back down in his Gator.

As Terri and Leyanni got back in Leyanni's golf cart, Marsh's phone rang. Becca picked up the phone and looked at the screen with the caller ID. "It's Doug, Marsh. Would you like me to take a message for you?" she asked.

"Sure," Marsh responded. "But I need to make something very clear, at this point."

"Yes?" Becca said. More like a question, than a statement.

"You just need to remember that you're my wife, my friend, my lover, and the vice president of our company. You are NOT my secretary! If you ever get that mixed up, I want you or your mother to beat me within inches of my life, because I shouldn't be treating you that way." Marsh leaned across the Gator and planted a kiss on her lips before he let her push the talk button.

"Good morning Doug," she answered. "How are things on the mainland?"

"Yes, he's right here next to me. What's up?"... There was a pause. "Sure, I'll put it on speaker."

Becca pushed the speaker phone button, and Marsh greeted Doug. "Hi Doug!" he quipped. "How did things go with Mr. Smith at the car dealership?"

"Boss, you must have put the fear of God into that guy." Doug sounded very impressed. When we got there, Mr. Smith met us in the showroom. He was very pleasant and he had four envelopes, not three."

"Uh-huh." Marsh hummed.

"All the envelopes had a cancelled check in them, and they had cash in the amount of the check. One was labeled as a 'paycheck', one said it was 'vacation pay', one was 'accrued leave', and one was 'Christmas bonus".

"Boss, when he handed me the envelopes, he told me to pass you a message. He said he doesn't want any trouble. If what he sent wasn't enough, he'll send more if you ask him to. He just doesn't want any trouble."

"And so you know, Marsh. The envelopes weren't sealed, and he asked me to count the money. There's a total in excess of six grand ... in cash."

"Very good," Marsh replied. "I guess I got through to the bastard, eh?"

"I think you did, boss." Doug replied. "I'm sure glad you came in on my side. I'd hate to be on your bad side."

"I'll have Emily call you, and Mr. Smith." Marsh told him. "I think she owes him a thank you. Don't you?"

"Oh yeah," Doug gushed. "I think she owes you one as well."

"Thanks," Marsh chuckled. "And thanks for handling that for me. I'm glad to have guys like you that I can depend on."

"No problem, Marsh." Doug replied. "I am really happy for the job I have with the company I work for."

Marsh parked the Gator in front of the Turner Resort main complex, as he told Doug good bye, Becca turned off the cell phone.

Marsh walked up the four steps and opened the door to the main lobby. Leyanni had followed Marsh and he held the door for her, Terri, Becca, and Trish. He and Wolf followed them all into the building.

The men from the Hawaii Department of Agriculture stood up and started to walk to meet Marsh and Wolf. They both had badges on their shirts, and one carried a capture pole. Neither of them wore a name tag or any other kind of ID.

The man in the lead position spoke; "We'll take the dog." He said gruffly.

Marsh had walked in front of the ladies, and Wolf was at his left side. Marsh stepped in front of the first man, and stopped. Wolf immediately stopped and sat just barely behind Marsh and at his left side.

The first badged man stopped in front of Marsh, but the second one stepped forward and extended the capture pole.

Becca had stopped to Marsh's left side, right next to Wolf. As the unidentified man extended his hand and the pole, Becca's action was just a blur. Her right arm extended as she bent her knees to lower her body to Wolf's level.

In an action that lasted less than five seconds, Becca was standing straight up, with the capture pole in her right hand. There had been a snapping sound as the capture pole left the hand of the man that had extended it, and he began to scream in pain. -- After Becca was upright with the pole in her hand.

Marsh now spoke as he leveled his gaze into the eyes of the man in front of him. "First let me assure you that you will not be taking my K-9 partner anywhere. Next let me warn you that if either you or your crying friend makes another threatening move, you will both leave here in either an ambulance or a coroner's van."

"You walked up to me, my wife, my mother, and two of my friends, in a threatening manner, without so much as a word of introduction. You are wearing a dime store badge, and no identification of any other kind."

Marsh reached into the belt pack he was wearing, crouched next to Wolf and reached into one of the pockets in his vest. When he stood up, Marsh had two open wallets with a badge and an ID card in each.

"As you will see if you can read, and if you take the time to check these, you'll find that my K-9 partner and I are both law enforcement officers, authorized to enforce the law in fifty of the fifty United States of America, including the one we are standing in."

"Now I really don't care who you call, but you need to get the head of your department and/or the governor out here, to talk to me, before you are going anywhere. And be advised if either of you make another attempt to take my dog, I'll assume you are a danger to him and me, and I will do whatever I deem necessary to end the threat, up to and including lethal intervention. Right now I'd like to see some identification from both of you."

"I...ah... I'll call my boss." The lead man replied.

"Not till I see some identification." Marsh was curt in his reply. "Until I see some ID, you are guilty of trespassing on private property, and I'm inclined to lock you up, and have the local police come and pick you up. If you'd rather I can call some of my staff, and we can detain and try you here. Choose wisely."

By this time, Leyanni had made a call to her security department. The lobby was filling with operatives from all around the resort. There were at least twenty uniformed and heavily armed security agents.

Marsh took another step forward, his face now within a couple of inches of the man in front of him. "Identification or incarceration?" Marsh yelled at the now shaking man.

"Ah...I...ah...I have identification in my pocket. I...I'll get it out for you. Here... It's right here." The man produced his wallet out of his right rear pants pocket and his hand shook as he pushed it towards Marsh.

"Open it." Marsh commanded.




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The man stepped back a little and opened his wallet. On one side of the open wallet was a Hawaii driver's license. On the other was an ID card from the Agriculture Department. Both documents agreed that the man's name was Nathan James, and he was an animal control officer.

Next Marsh sidestepped Officer James, and stepped in front of the next man. "And who do we have here?" Marsh asked.

Marsh's cell phone, that happened to still be in Becca's left hand, rang. Becca looked at the caller ID and laughed. She turned the phone towards Marsh who paused to look at it. Leyanni looked at it and laughed as well. All three recognized the name on the screen. Sondra Nelson, the governor of Hawaii.

Marsh pushed the speaker button, while Becca still held the phone. "Hi governor!" Marsh greeted the caller. "How can I help you this beautiful morning?" Becca smiled again with recognition as she remembered the face to put with the name.

"Oh Marsh," Sondra replied. "As I heard the story, you already did me a favor, my friend."

"Oh?" Marsh quizzed. "How's that, governor? I haven't done much yet today. What did I do for you?"

The two men in front of Marsh blanched white as they recognized the voice on Marsh's phone, and heard Marsh and the governor talking like old friends.

Sondra laughed. "Well Marsh, the report I got says you didn't kill any of my animal control boys yet this morning."

"Awww, Sondra." Marsh responded. "You know me. I'm a lover, not a killer."

"Right, Killer Doc." Sondra used his nickname with respect. "And my animal control boys came in with the highest level of courtesy and respect, uh-huh. Really Marsh?

"Have you been slumming, governor." Marsh asked. "You've obviously got friends in low places if you have all this information already. Your boys aren't even out the door yet. Would you like to speak to them?"

"Hell No! The governor responded. "I haven't got time to waste on those idiots. I'll have a talk with their boss before they get back to the office, but I'll let him deal with them as he sees fit."

The second man was still holding his right arm with his left hand and whimpering. "I... I'm...Thomas Latham, sir. I think my arm is broken."

Marsh reached out and palpated the man's arm and wrist. "Your arm isn't broken," Marsh told him. I'm an emergency room doctor, and you may have a strained muscle, but nothing more. At that you're very lucky my fiancée stopped you from using that pole. If I had done it you would have a broken arm, and you would be lying on the floor, unconscious. Now do you have some identification to show me?"

"If I'm hearing things correctly," said the governor, "not only have you not even hurt anybody yet, but The Widow Maker next to you didn't even break any bones yet, let alone make any new widows. Oh, and what does the state owe you for the exam, and diagnosis?"

The man slowly reached back into his pocket and retrieved his wallet, as he listened to Marsh talk to his boss's boss. He held it out to Marsh and indeed he was also an employee of the agriculture department, and his ID confirmed that his name was Thomas Latham.

"OK boys." Marsh began. "Today is your lucky day. I'm in a good mood today, because it's my wedding day. It's also a going to be a very busy day, so I don't have time to play with you. If I ever see you again I may not feel so magnanimous. Get in your car, or truck if that's what you are driving, and get as far from my resort as you possibly can."

Marsh looked at his security team. "Would a couple of you guys or gals escort these gentlemen to their vehicle and make sure they leave the property. Thanks!" Marsh said as almost all the agents answered, "Yes sir!"

Thomas Latham started to reach for his capture pole. Marsh looked at him and growled, "If you want to take that hand home with you, you better get it away from my fiancée. A long way away, and do it NOW!" Marsh leaned forward as he emphasized the word NOW, and Thomas Latham jumped back, nearly tripping himself. The front of his pants developed a rather obvious wet spot as Mr. Latham pissed his pants.

A female agent with a stern look put her hand on Mr. Latham's shoulder, and helped him turn around and walk out the door.

"OK then. Now that that's done with, let's move on my friend. Sondra, if you're not busy this afternoon, I'd sure enjoy having you come out here to the garden, for my wedding." Marsh paused, and the governor squealed.

"Marsh!" Sondra exclaimed. "I haven't heard from you since before Becky's accident. Now you tell me you're getting married this afternoon. I'm happy for you, Marsh! I'll come out as soon as I can. Who's the lucky gal, Marsh? Anybody I would know?

"Ahhhh, you named her as being right next to me a few minutes ago, Sondra." Marsh replied.

"Marsh!" Sondra shouted. "Are you telling me you are linking the Killer Doc and the Flaming Red Widow Maker, in unholy matrimony? Marsh, you put Becca on the phone right now."

Marsh knew better than to argue with the governor of Hawaii, he pushed the phone back to Becca. "It's for you," he smiled as she turned off the speaker feature on the phone.

"Hey Sondra!" Becca excitedly spoke as she turned and walked away from the group of people around Marsh. That was the last of that conversation Marsh heard.

Leyanni called the group together and led the way through the open doors into the cafeteria, suggesting that everyone should get some breakfast.

Just as they were walking through the door from the lobby into the dining room, Papa Victor walked out of the elevator from the resort's hotel rooms on the second floor. Nobody but Marsh seemed to notice that Papa Victor was showing off his tan lines. He had stayed in great shape while working with his men on the docks, and while he didn't exactly sport a six-pack, Papa did not have a lot of belly fat, and his arms and his legs looked like he could be a weight lifter. Papa Victor had "guns".

Marsh stopped and waited for Papa to walk over to where he was standing, with Leyanni and Trish. "Good morning, Papa." Marsh greeted his "adopted" father. "Where's Mama this morning?"

"Victoria is still up in the room." Papa replied. "She's still not sure of herself with the all-natural look. Maybe you should go up and convince her. She always did have a soft spot for you and your smooth talk. Marsh, don't tell her I said this, but I think she always hoped you'd slip that smooth talkin tongue of yours somewhere it didn't belong. I lost count of the times I got "lucky" after you kids were out skinny dipping in our pool."

"You know Marsh, when your sister was 14, Victoria was pretty sure that you and Mario were both spending "quality" time with her. Mama made sure to take her to the gynecologist and get her on the pill. She didn't want you guys to get your sister pregnant."

"I knew about that." Marsh responded. "Lizzy told me, so we wouldn't have to use condoms anymore. She didn't tell Mario though. He hated using condoms, so he didn't score nearly as often as I did. Mario thought I was spending a fortune on rubbers, and I never told him any different."

"OK Marsh." Papa Victor changed the subject. "Why don't you go up to suite 214, and see if you can convince your Mama to come down and participate. I tell her she still looks good naked, but she thinks I'm just BSing her."

"Damn Papa!" Marsh exclaimed. "I haven't seen her naked since she was in my ER a few years ago, but she was still looking great then. I guess I'll have to go up and show her what I think."

"Here's my card key, Marsh." Papa said as he handed Marsh the room key. "Surprise her."

"Hey, Papa!" Tell Becca where I went. I'll be back down when I'm done convincing Mama to come down "as is". Marsh laughed as he walked over to the stairway.

Mama Vicky gasped, as Marsh opened the door to the suite she and Papa were staying in. She was pacing back and forth in front of the full length mirrored closet doors. Her robe was off of one shoulder, and she had her hands under her breasts lifting them and mumbling about how they didn't have the perky lift they used to.

"Oh my God, Marshall!" Mama exclaimed. "Didn't I teach you to knock? You nearly scared the pee out of your old mama." Victoria pulled her robe up and held it closed.

Marsh smiled as he latched the safety catch on the door. "Desired effect, my beautiful Mama." He said. "Papa told me you were doubting yourself. He said you thought he was lying to you when he told you that you've still got it, and that you should come down and flaunt it."

Marsh walked deliberately over to where Mama had frozen. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled mama close enough to look into her bright brown eyes from about six inches away. He held his gaze for somewhere in the vicinity of two minutes, before he moved his hands up to cradle the back of her head.

"Victoria Martinelli," Marsh whispered. "I've wanted to do this since I was twelve years old." Marsh pulled Victoria's face to his and gently put his lips where they had never been: directly on hers.

His eyes stayed open and locked on Mama's. Marsh saw an instant of shock in those eyes and then an excitement unequaled by any other he had ever witnessed. Their soft gentle kiss turned into a passionate expression of the kind of love that Marshall and Victoria had kept in check over the twenty some years since Marsh had hit puberty.

When they broke for air Victoria heaved a big sigh and voiced a husky whisper. "Oh Marshall! I wish you had done this when you first wanted to. Oh my God! Marshall, Marshall, Marshall." Victoria's voice trailed off as she laid her head on Marsh's chest and just melted.

"I wasn't as good at it then as I am now, Mama." Marsh replied with a smile in his voice. "I've learned a lot since then. Lizzy and I got quite a bit of practice, but...."

"I don't want to know, Marsh." Mama interrupted. "I knew about you and Elizabeth, and I was jealous of my daughter. Not enough to do anything about it, but I sure wished you would practice with me."

Marsh held Mama close to himself for several minutes before he took a step backwards, and put his hands inside the robe she was wearing. His hands brushed across her breasts, then slipped up to her shoulders and lifted the edges of the robe as he spread his hands outward. The robe slid off of Victoria's shoulders and she let it fall down her arms, and then flutter to the floor. Marsh took a step backwards and took in the sight of the Italian beauty he had fantasized about for so long.

Victoria Martinelli was past the middle of her sixth decade. She was five feet four inches tall and weighed one hundred thirty pounds. Her skin was as smooth and beautiful as you might expect to see on a woman thirty years younger than Victoria. She was what many would call "olive skinned" and the rich smooth color was exquisite, along with the softness Marsh felt as he touched her.

Victoria's breasts had less than normal sag for a thirty five year old soccer mom, let alone a fifty something year old grandmother. They were a "B" cup size, with medium brown areola and pencil eraser size nipples that were sticking out firm and proud as Marsh let his hands brush over them while slipping under the breasts to cup each of them in his hands.

As Marsh continued to slowly lower his gaze, Mama Vicky tried to "suck it in" so to speak. She tightened her abdominal muscles trying to make her tummy look flat. She shouldn't have bothered. She did have strong abdominal muscles, and they might have had a skosh more relaxed tone then when she was a teenager, but Victoria Martinelli had nothing to be ashamed of. If anything her slightly rounded tummy looked better than most of the typical thirty something moms that thought they were hot stuff because they went to the gym and did Pilates a couple of times a week.

Marsh looked back up at Victoria's face and saw her smile and her bright moist eyes that silently said "I'm yours, Marsh, have your way with me."

Marsh browsed his gaze back down Mama's body and didn't stop this time till he was staring at the top of Victoria's trimmed landing strip, at the top of her clean shaved, tight lipped pussy. As Marsh watched, the hood of Victoria's clit pushed through the top of her slit, and Marsh was pretty sure he heard it calling out for him to hurry up and make some serious contact.

While Marsh was taking in the beauty of his Mama's tight slit, Victoria made a point of lifting her left foot and moving it to shoulder width apart from her right foot, effectively opening herself for further inspection. Marsh obliged.

After a long pause Marsh continued to let his eyes wander down to the floor. Victoria's hips were flared to perfection, and her thighs blended from her iliac spines into her muscular legs flawlessly. Mama had spent hours swimming in the back yard pool at her Malibu home, and her legs showed it. Her powerful thighs slimmed to her knees, and her calves showed the effects of kicking through countless laps in the water.

This time when Marsh brought his wandering eyes back up to Victoria's, she was smiling even brighter. "So," Mama asked. "Does my Marshall like what he sees? Is Mama Vicky still hot enough to make her boy think he wants what he can't have?"

"My Mama taught me to be truthful." Marsh began. "And to tell the truth, Marshall Mitchel doesn't see Mama Vicky right now. Marsh sees the very hot Victoria Martinelli. And Marsh would love to pick that smoking hot body up in his arms, carry it to the big bed over there and make serious passionate love, to the woman he has had fantasies about since he was twelve years old."

Victoria gave Marsh a flame igniting look and asked, "What the hell are you waiting for, man child? I'm not getting any younger, and it looks like that hard piece of meat at the top of your legs is just what Victoria Martinelli needs RIGHT NOW!" As Victoria ended her statement, Marsh swept her off the floor, and carried her to the king sized bed, where he deposited her very near the middle. Victoria bounced once as Marsh tossed her onto the bed, and then followed her by crawling on it beside her.

Marsh knelt beside Victoria and began to kiss her passionately. Their tongues dueled for several minutes while they each explored the others body with both hands. Marsh discovered that Victoria's nipples were extremely sensitive. Even the slightest brush across the tip of her nipples with Marsh's thumbs caused her to shudder and moan.

Marsh closed the thumb and first finger of each hand around both of Victoria's nipples. With just the lightest of touch, he twisted and squeezed. Victoria's moans increased in volume then progressed to open mouthed oooouuus and ahhhhhs. It took Marsh maybe a full five minutes of playing with Victoria's nipples to ignite her first orgasm. Her body stiffened, then shook from head to toes. "Oh my God," She wailed, "Marshall Mitchel, whatever you're doing to me, pleeeeaase don't stop!"

Marsh pinched, rolled, and pulled on Mama Vicky's nipples long enough to stimulate three strong orgasms, before he moved his hands lower across her abdomen and stopped at the top of her pubic landing strip, where he brushed the soft trimmed fur with the ends of his fingers.

Marsh lightly massaged across Victoria's pubic mound and out to the points of her iliac crests, (hip bones) then back to her landing strip.

Mama Vicky continued to hum and purr. She was not a screamer, but her muted sounds were definitely indicative of the pleasure Marsh was inflicting.

Marsh worked his way down to Victoria's knees, and proceeded to lift her legs from there, letting her feet stay on the bed while he opened her thighs and then let her knees fall to the sides exposing all of Victoria's womanly charms.

Marsh crawled between the knees he had just spread apart, and began kissing his way up the inner thighs, alternating from one side to the other. When Marsh was just about half way between Victoria's knee joints and where her leg met her torso on the inside of her hips, Mama Vicky cried out, "Marshall Mitchel! Are you just going to tease me all fucking day? I'm supposed to be going to a wedding this afternoon. Will you please get up here and make love to me? Pleeeeaase?!!

Marsh lifted his head and looked up at Mama Vicky with an impish grin. "Victoria," he drawled. I've waited over twenty years for this and I am NOT going to rush through and play one of those wham-bam thank you ma'am games. When I get done with you, you will know without a doubt that your little Marshall loves you exquisitely."

Victoria took a huge breath and sighed, "Oh God! I've waited twenty some years too, and now you're going to make me wait another twenty years just in this one day. Marshall, you are a cruel son of a .... of a.... aww hell, I'm talking about myself, you are one cruel son of a bitch."

"MMM-Humm" Marsh toned as he continued kissing his way up Victoria's inner thighs. He pulled his head back away from her legs long enough to look up at her face again. "Just what my mama taught me to be." The impish grin was back.

By the time Marsh reached the outside of Victoria's outer pussy lips, she was trembling with anticipation, and when the tip of Marsh's nose brushed across her outer labia Mama Vicky began the first of many gentle climaxes. Her body shuttered and she moaned in pleasure.

Marsh slowly moved his lips to her center, and nibbled on Victoria's outer slit, adding just a wisp of tongue action back and forth across the slick, shiny opening. That opening was just a slight crack to begin with, but by now it had opened to a chasm big enough for Marsh to get several fingers in.

Victoria's hard clit was certainly not "big" by any means, but it was very hard by now and there was no way it could be missed, even to a casual glance. Victoria Martinelli was tuuuurrrrned on.

After Marsh had felt Mama Vicky experience numerous small orgasms he decided it was time to get serious. He pushed his tongue into the open petals of the flower in front of him, and swept it up to her clit and back down to her taint and then up to the base of her clit several more times. Victoria arched her hips up off of the mattress to gain additional contact pressure with Marsh's tongue.

Marsh carefully covered his teeth with his lips and latched onto Mama Vicky's hard clit. He gently inserted two fingers into her pussy and arched them up to strum lightly across her "G" spot. Victoria shuddered with yet another mild orgasm.

When this climax slowed just a bit, Marsh began to slowly stroke his fingers in and out of Victoria's pussy as he flicked the end of his tongue across the tip of her clit. Mama Vicky started to experience a rolling orgasm that got stronger and stronger till she arched her back, stiffened her legs out straight, and then shuttered into a limp wet rag.

Marsh took his fingers out of Victoria's pussy and moved his mouth down to lick the juices out of her love tunnel. Victoria was drenched, and Marsh's face was coated from his neck to his forehead with her luxuriant woman fluids.

Mama slowly regained awareness and began to purr again. "Ooooohh Maaarrrrrsh," she repeated over and over. Ooooohhh!"

Marsh lifted himself up on his hands and knees and started to walk his hands up along the sides of Mama Vicky's body. "Are you ready for a bit of dessert, Victoria?" he asked.

"Oh God!" Mama groaned. "I'm ready for anything you are inclined to serve me Marshall. I'm all yours, now and forever. Have your way with me."

Marsh lowered his face to Mama Vicky's and kissed lightly across her forehead at her eyebrows, then down the bridge of her nose, and ultimately began kissing her soft lips, progressing from light feathery, dancing kisses, to a passionate tonsil turning tongue duel.

Marsh had slipped his hands under Victoria's shoulders, up to his elbows, and now his hands cradled her head as he kissed her. His hips rocked back and forth, with his hard cock dragging up and down across Mama's slick slit. When Marsh was ready he moved down just a bit further than he had been and pushed his dripping, titanium hard cock into Victoria's steamy love tunnel.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 08



Mama was actually quite a bit tighter than Marsh had expected. Certainly not virginal tight, but definitely not loose, by any stretch of the imagination. As Marsh pushed himself into the heat of Mama Vicky's slick, wet, vagina, Victoria tightened her muscles and proceeded to teach Marsh what a pussy with a PHD in love making, could do.

Marsh had given a few classes to some less experienced women. He had shared the talents of some really good lovers. Now he was getting schooled. Victoria Martinelli was a master. Her pussy contracted and vacuumed, and gripped, and released, and twisted, and Marsh could not keep track of what she was doing to him.

Victoria asked Marsh to let her on top, which he gladly did. Mama rode him cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, reverse missionary, and several ways Marsh was sure there was not a name for.

Several times Marsh felt like he was about to cum, but Victoria sensed his impending orgasm, and made just the right adjustment to prolong the ecstasy.

After about twenty minutes, Victoria asked Marsh to get on top again, and she continued to inflict more pleasure on Marsh than he had ever even fantasized about. The medical doctor was given a beyond graduate level education on just what the female human vagina is capable of.

This time as Marsh climbed to the peak of the human pleasure mountain, Mama Vicky let him reach the summit, and she let herself explode right along with him. Mother and son experienced a monumental euphony of sexual release.

Marsh rolled to his side, taking Victoria with him and keeping his cock buried in Victoria's pussy. With their arms wrapped around each other, Marsh and Victoria melted into one another and drew long deep breaths to catch up with the exertion that had spent them both.

Youth prevailed, and Marsh recovered just slightly before Mama Vicky. "Oh, My, God!" He slowly blurted out. "Victoria, ..." Marsh paused. "Yeeeaasss." Mama Vicky softly replied. "Ooooohh just Victoria." Marsh hummed.

"I had no idea it was possible to be so spent, and so invigorated at the same time." Marsh paused again then continued. "I think we should get off this bed and take a shower and then go down to the dining room and show our family that we survived the earthquake."

"And Mama," he added. "I hope you knew already that I love you, and I hope this is NOT a one-time demonstration of the love we share."

Victoria looked into Marsh's eyes. "I did, Marsh, and you better bet your sweet little ass this will NOT be the last of this. I've loved you from your original birthday, but this is gonna keep getting better and better. You can take that to the bank, young man!"

"Mama," Marsh said questioningly. "Papa Victor sent me up here to convince you to blend in with the au natural atmosphere. Do you think we can tell him I was successful?"

"Marsh," Mama replied. "I may never put any textiles on this body again. I need to be ready for an attack like you've just made, whenever it happens. You rocked your Mama's world baby boy. Mama is a whole new woman."

Marsh and Victoria were both laughing as they rolled off the bed. "I think we need to put the "housekeeping" tag on the door," Marsh commented as he looked at where they had just been.

"D' ya think?" Victoria mocked.

Marsh adjusted the water temperature in the shower, while Mama Vicky sat down and peed, and then washed her pussy on the bidet that the resort had in this room and in most of the bathrooms in the resort.

Marsh went over and lifted the toilet seat to pee while Victoria was on the bidet. "Marshall Mitchel," Victoria questioned. "Aren't you taking liberties with your Mama's privacy? What makes you think it's OK to just stand there and piss in the toilet right next to your mother while she is using the bidet to wash out the cum you so wantonly just instilled in her pussy?" Victoria could hardly finish her question as she laughed.

Marsh looked down at Mama Vicky as she let the last of the warm clear water drip out of her. "And what makes you think I'm not going to just take you down and refill that hot love tunnel, Miss Victoria?

"Oh God," Victoria moaned. "Don't get my hopes up, if you aren't going to follow through."

Marsh and Victoria were both laughing as they stepped into the shower and proceeded to wash each other's body parts. None were missed, and some were washed much longer than it took to get them sufficiently clean, but Marsh and Victoria had fun getting each other cleaned up.

The two happy lovers dried each other with the towels they put in their hands as they got out of the shower. Then came another first for Victoria. Marsh picked up the blow drier and her brush, and proceeded to dry and style Mama Vicky's hair. "I could totally get used to this, Marsh. Do you think I can get you to do my hair on a regular basis?" Mama smiled at Marsh in the mirror as he finished running the brush through her hair.

"I'd certainly do it more often if you move home with me." Marsh told her. "I'd love to have both you and Marguarita living in my home and cooking for me again, like the old days in Malibu."

When Marsh was finished with Mama Vicky's hair, she put some lip gloss on her soft pink lips, and Victoria and Marsh headed down to the dining room, - au natural.

Marsh held Victoria's hand, and they ran down the stairs to the lobby of the resort without even bothering with pushing the elevator button to see if it was close.

When they went through the dining room doors Marsh and Victoria paused to look around the room and see where everyone was.

Papa Victor was at the head of a table where Trish, Becca, Jenni Turner, and Sue Davies were sitting along the sides. Sue Davies looked up and was the first to see Marsh and Mama walk in.

"Oh! My! God!" Sue exclaimed, accentuating each word. "Will you look at Mama Vicky?" That girl got LUU - KEY! That Mama is oooonnn fire!"

Everyone in the building heard Sue's outburst, and turned to look where Sue was looking.

"Ho-ly Shit!" Papa Victor responded. "You ain't lied yet, girl! That woman looks very well done! Or maybe I should say it looks like Marsh did her really good. I'm gonna have to hire that boy to keep my woman happy, now. That is a GREAT look on that Mama!"

Almost everybody in the room had paused after Sue's declaration to see what Papa Victor's response was going to be. Would he be OK with the obvious? Or would he be ready to rip Marsh's body apart limb by limb?

Now there were whistles and shouts, with everyone praising Victoria and Marsh. Victoria's glow immediately doubled as she blushed. Having everyone turn and look at her at once, and being the absolute center of attention had not been on her radar.

Marsh leaned in close and whispered in Victoria's ear. "Work it girl, work it! You own this room Mama. It's yours!"

Victoria stopped and turned to face Marsh as her smile widened. "Do you see what you did? Do you see what you've done!" she repeated. Marsh read Victoria's face. Mama was enjoying every minute of the lime light.

Turning back to face the room Mama Vicky addressed the whole place. "Yes girls, Mama's boy is that good! And Becca's getting it all to herself this afternoon! I got mine this morning while the getting was good. The rest of you will just have to watch and weep! You missed your chance."

The room erupted in laughter and applause. Shouts and whistles were the sounds of the day. As the room slowly returned to something that was close to normal, Marsh and Mama Vicky turned and walked towards the serving lines, to get some breakfast.

Marsh paused as the back doors of the cafeteria opened and some of the resort staff entered with some absolutely stunning wooden boxes. Marsh recognized the boxes before Carlos followed them into the cafeteria. Someone else in the room recognized the boxes as well. From across the room Marsh watched as Marguarita recognized the boxes, jumped to her feet and screamed.

Mita was running across the cafeteria as she yelled: ¡Carlos, hermano! que bueno que llegaste! (Carlos, my brother, I'm so glad you are here.) ¡Oh, Dios mío! ¿por qué estás aquí? ¡Estoy tan contenta que estés aquí! (Oh my God, Why are you here? I am so happy you are here!) Oh Carlos! It's been so long. I am so glad to see you!

The two guys and one girl that had carried boxes in for Carlos put them down in the far corner of the room, and pulled three tables into place around them. Two tables were placed end to end, and one was turned perpendicular on the end of them. The tables formed an "L" shape and the female employee put two chairs against the wall behind them.

One of the cafeteria staff spread tablecloths on the tables, and the guys set the boxes up on the tables, after asking Carlos where he wanted each one.

Carlos had carried one box into the cafeteria himself. Marsh made his way over to Carlos and joined his elated ranch manager in welcoming her brother to Hawaii, and to the Turner Resort. Marsh knew what was in the metal box Carlos was carrying. He didn't know for sure, but suspected that the contents of the box were probably worth upwards of a million dollars. Carlos would later confirm that he was right. Between the jewels and the precious metals in the box, Carlos was carrying close to $1.5 million.

When Leyanni arrived, Marsh introduced her to Carlos, and asked her to show Carlos where the safe he could use was located.

"How safe does it need to be?" Leyanni asked.

Carlos looked first at Leyanni, then at Marsh. Marsh nodded his head, and said; "She's my manager here, Carlos. I trust her with my life, and a multi-million dollar operating budget. You can tell her."

"I need to put it where you would put a little over a million and a half dollars' worth of jewelry." Carlos whispered.

Carlos, Marsh, Becca, and Marguarita followed Leyanni back to the lobby and into a room down the hall behind the main desk. Leyanni typed a code into a keypad on the wall, and asked Carlos to type in a code of his own. "Carlos," she said. "You, Marsh, Jimmy and I are the only people with a code for this door. The vault is in here. Marsh if you want Becca to have a code we can do that later."

Leyanni swung the heavy door open, and led the way into a small room with a desk and three chairs. There was a large vault door on the far side of the room. Leyanni sat down at the desk, and typed a user name and password on the keyboard. The computer screen came to life, and a small door opened on the wall next to the big vault door.

"I'll need both of you to let me scan your finger prints, and your retinas. You can use either hand, but you need to scan both eyes."

Marsh scanned in first, and then Carlos followed the procedure. Leyanni typed in instructions to the computer as the guys got their scans. When they were finished, Leyanni asked Carlos to scan into the vault first, then she closed it and had Marsh scan in as well. The huge vault door opened for both of them.

Leyanni told them how to open the wall scanner with the computer, and showed Carlos where he could put his box. There was one wall of the vault with what looked like safety deposit boxes. The other two walls had commercial grade shelving units. The shelves on the end wall had stacks of US currency.

"Before you ask," Leyanni said. Jimmy asked me to keep an average of $10 million dollars here for emergencies. We've never needed more than one of them, but it's what he asked for.

"Holy shit," Carlos gasped. "And you're giving me access to this vault. En mi Dios! (Oh my God) Marsh! Do you really trust me this much?"

"Carlos," Marsh softly replied. "Your sister is the closest friend I have. I know you would not do anything that would bring shame on your sister. Yes. I trust you this much."

Marsh moved over to Carlos, and wrapped him in a tight hug, kissing each of his cheeks. Marguarita, Becca and Leyanni had tears running down their cheeks as they realized the significance of the gesture Marsh had just made. Marsh trusted Carlos with a huge amount of money, but in his actions they saw the love he had for Marguarita and Carlos, as family.

When Carlos had put the box on the shelf, he opened it and took several items out, and put them in his pocket. Everyone then exited the vault. Marsh closed it and Leyanni showed them the procedure for locking everything up again. When they walked out of the vault's computer room, Marsh closed the door, and if you didn't know it was there you wouldn't see it. The entry keypad was behind a switch plate with three working light switches, two of which actually turned lights on and off.

As the little group walked back into the cafeteria, they all walked over to the serving tables, and began to choose their breakfast. Except Marsh, that is. He walked over to Lynei Moheyla, and asked her for her best twelve ounce boneless steak, brazed rare, on a ten inch plate.

"What on earth do you want that for?" Lynei asked. "I'll get you anything you want, Marsh. But I heard you are a vegetarian, and a rare steak doesn't fit that diet."

"Do you see that security officer over under the table, on the other side of the room?" Wolf had taken a position under the tables that had Carlos' boxes on them. "Occasionally I like to give him a treat. He's earned one already this morning." Marsh explained.

"Ahhh, yes." Lynei agreed. "Now I understand. You go get your breakfast Marsh. I'll take care of the security officer. Marsh went to the servers, and chose a hearty breakfast. When he had a little more than enough on his tray, he walked over to the table where Becca was sitting with the rest of his family.

When Marsh got to the table there was a place for him to sit between Becca and Trish, so he just took a seat. There was not, however room for him to get a word in edgewise. Marguarita was talking almost non-stop, to her brother and about him. She was mixing her English and Spanish and it was beginning to amuse everyone at the table. To describe Mita as very excited would be like saying Hiroshima had been a little explosion.

Becca quietly turned to Marsh. "Marsh?" Becca asked. "I'm sure it will be clear to me soon, but why is Carlos here?"

Marsh smiled at the beautiful redhead. "Well, let's see. If my brain is not completely washed out, I seem to recall that your engagement ring," Marsh picked up Becca's left hand as he spoke. "Needs to have the wedding band attached, right?"

Becca's face brightened, and then got a confused look, as she pondered what Marsh had asked, "And he needed three boxes of tools, and a million and a half dollars' worth of metal and stones to silver solder my rings together?"

Marsh put his chin on his other hand, with his index finger up alongside his nose, and his middle finger across the front of his lower lip. "Hmmmm," he mused. "Seems a bit suspicious, at that doesn't it?" He looked at Becca with a sly smile. His face was the very image of guilt.

"Marsh," Becca chided. "You just don't quit do you? You've got more tricks and surprises up those non-existent sleeves of your birthday suit, don't you?"

Now Marsh laid it on thick; "Becca my love. What on earth do you mean? Do you think I would pull a trick on you on our wedding day? Becca, surely you can't suspect me of something like that."

Marsh paused then took Becca's hand and stood up. Speaking to everyone at the table Marsh announced; "We're going to get some orange juice, does anyone else need anything?"

After an extended silence, the table talk resumed, and Marsh led Becca towards the drink dispensers. When they were out of hearing range of the table, Marsh whispered to Becca. "Sweetheart, I haven't been quite as open with you and your mother about this because I wasn't sure how Dan and Beth were going to feel about us cutting in on their day."

"Now that I know they are onboard, I can tell you. I am taking you to be my wife today. I can tell you I have never been so relieved and so happy in my life. Girl you can't possibly understand how happy you have made me. It started the day I met you and its gotten better each minute since that one."

Marsh led Becca into the main lobby and into a quiet corner, where they sat in a couple of comfortable Queen Ann chairs. He then continued.

"The day that I met you, you and your mother told me that you were a package deal. Do you remember that?"

Becca nodded her head. "I do remember, and I've been just a little concerned about breaking mom's heart by taking you away from her. Marsh I want us to include mom in everything we do."

Marsh leaned his face in about an inch and a half from Becca's as he interrupted her. "Now you can know why Carlos is here."

As Marsh talked the lights came on in Becca's head. She gasped and started to tear up as Marsh continued.

"Carlos is finishing the ring I asked him to make for me last week. I ordered the ring before this trip came up. Sweetheart, I'm going to include your mother in our ceremony this afternoon. I will pledge my love to you and your mother, and I'm going to put a ring on her finger as well as on yours."

Becca came out of her chair and into Marsh's lap in one motion. Her arms went around his neck and her face locked onto his, at the lips. She sobbed as she clung to Marsh. The hug and kiss lasted several long minutes, and when she could talk again Becca leaned back and whispered; "Marsh you'll never know how much that means to me. I recently found my birth mother, and the magnificent husband of my twin sister. Now we are cementing our family back together in a very open and public way, and I have just been reminded that I'm marrying the greatest guy in the world. OOOOOhhhh Marsh! I LOVE YOU!"

Marsh spoke again. "Becca, Carlos told me that your mother's ring is ready. He needs to put the finishing touches on yours, and the reason I asked him to bring so much extra material is so he can make custom rings for Dan, Kim, and/or Beth, if they want them."

"Now let's go back in and join our friends and our guests."

~~~~~~~~~

One of the resort staff walked to where Leyanni and Terri were finishing their breakfast. She spoke to Leyanni, and immediately both Leyanni and Terri got up and went through the door to the lobby, then out the door to the helipad.

Holly's children were looking all around asking questions of anyone who would give them the time to speak. They had no idea where they were. It was all very new and exciting to them.

Leyanni gave some instructions to a couple of the guys that were unloading Holly's van, and then she invited all of the latest arrivals to come in and get some breakfast. Since they had been sleeping while they flew all night, they were ready for some good food, and the children were ready for some serious fun. They would have plenty of both in just a few minutes.

Leyanni asked Holly if she would mind if the two SEALs took her van down to the beach where Leyanni wanted Holly's equipment set up, while Holly, Josh, and Jean came into the cafeteria with Leyanni and Terri, and had some breakfast.

Holly was still admiring the two SEALs. Leyanni stepped over and tapped Holly on the shoulder. "Huh," Holly jumped as she responded. She turned a bright red. "I'm sorry, I...ah...I'm OK. I'm only slightly distracted. I've never been to a nude resort with this supply of eye-candy."

Leyanni put her arm around Holly. "Just you wait, honey-child, you ain't seen the half of it yet." Leyanni smiled as she spoke. "Have you met my bosses, Marsh Mitchel or Jimmy Turner? They're real easy on the eyes, and they don't seem to know how to hire anybody less than a nine and a half, and frequently over a ten."

"I haven't met either of your bosses, Leyanni." Holly replied. "I've talked to that Marsh whoever he is. He sounded like a pretty nice guy. Who is he?"




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 08



Leyanni looked kindly at Holly. "You're going to at least like Marsh, Holly." She explained. "He is a former emergency room doctor that retired at a very young age. His wife and seven year old daughter were killed by a drunk driver."

"Marsh was afraid he couldn't work on the drunks that came into his ER after that, so he quit emergency medicine and went into law enforcement. He's at the top of a very new medical specialty called tactical medicine. I've heard he's a really good doctor. He also happens to be a really good law enforcement officer, and he is super protective of people who may not be able to stand up for themselves."

"Did you hear the news piece about the lady that was attacked at the Best Western in your home town?" Leyanni asked.

"Oh my God!" Holly exclaimed. "Yes I did. Was that him? Oh my God, Leyanni. That guy is a doctor? I heard he killed, like, was it two bad guys and two bad cops? And you're telling me he's your boss? I'd love to meet that guy."

"Tell you what, Holly." Terri responded. "Let's go in and get you and your children some breakfast, and since Marsh is in there eating his breakfast, I'll introduce you to him."

"Just so you know, Holly. One of the reasons you are here for the party today is a reception for his wedding." Terri continued. "His fiancée is the gorgeous redhead you'll meet. The wedding is a double wedding for Dan and Beth, and Marsh and Becca."

"Wait a minute here Terri." Holly stopped just outside the lobby. She turned and looked at Terri with a very confused look. "Did you say Dan and Beth? You're not talking about Dan Morrison are you? He's already married, isn't he?"

Terri laughed. "That's right Holly. It's kinda long and complicated. Don't try to understand it, just go with the flow. Dan and Kim are taking Beth into the family as a kind of sister wife. Kim can't have any more children, due to complications when Jenna was born. They both want more children, and Beth is going to get pregnant and have Dan's children. All of the parties involved are really in agreement that the children should have a mother and father that are together, so they are going to exchange vows. There won't be a license, but they will consider it a marriage just the same."

"Oh wow!" Holly exclaimed. "It sounds like quite a loving family relationship. Do Beth's parents know about it?"

Terri smiled. "They're here. Marsh picked them up yesterday in his souped up Gulfstream and flew them over for the weekend. We told you he's a really great guy. Everybody from the Morrison extended family is here. Like he did for you, Marsh brought a big transport over from the mainland yesterday. I haven't seen anyone like Dan and Marsh. Seems like those guys will do anything for anybody that deserves to be taken care of."

Leyanni had continued into the lobby and then the cafeteria with Josh, Jean, Colleen, Brianne, Rachel, and Jen. All of whom were greeted very warmly.

Patty and Tony had just come into the cafeteria and were at the serving tables choosing their breakfast when the group walked in.

Patty did a double take as she saw her mother and little sister walk into the cafeteria. She saw them walk in, but couldn't believe her eyes at first. Then she dropped her tray on the counter and ran over to her mother and sister.

"Mom! Bri!" Patty shouted. "How did you get here? How long have you been here? What the hell are you doing here? I... ah... I mean, I'm glad to see you, but I just didn't expect to see you this weekend. Oh my God! This is so cool!"

Patty stopped to take a breath, and Colleen replied. "In answer to your questions sweetheart, we flew to Los Angeles and swam from Long Beach....Actually Terri called us last night. She wanted some babysitters, so she invited us to come over here so your sister, and Jen could watch some children during a party this afternoon."

"Some guy named Dr. Mitchel got on the phone, and told us to go out to his private airport where we got on a transport plane with Holly Smith and her van. We flew all night and here we are. Now if it's all the same to you, I am hungry, and I would like to go get some breakfast."

Colleen started to walk towards the food tables. Patty followed her and asked, "So Holly Is here? Where is Holly?"

Colleen and Brianne continued their walk to the food serving tables, as Brianne replied to her sister. "Holly was outside with Terri when we came in. Holly was watching the eye candy unloading her van, and they were talking about the guys that are here, and about this Dr. Marshall Mitchel, that flew us over here. It seems, Terri really thinks highly of him."

"He is a pretty cool guy." Patty told her mom and sister. "We wouldn't be here if he hadn't set up a ride in his luxury jumbo jet. That is one cool airplane. You should see if you can ride home with us on that big thing. It's got like six bedrooms, a really nice kitchen, a bunch of bathrooms, and some very luxurious seats. It's got a great entertainment system, too."

"I'll have to ask if that's an option." Colleen responded. "Sounds like fun."

"Mom?" Patty looked around the room. "Where's dad? Did you dump him out over the ocean, or something?"

"Well honey," Colleen replied. "I told him that your sister and I were going out for a weekend with Rachel and Jen. He told us to go and have fun. He even gave me a couple hundred dollars for spending money. Where we were going just never came up, so I assumed he didn't care about going anywhere this weekend."

"Oh my God, mom!" Patty gasped. "You mean daddy doesn't know where you and Bri are?"

"No sweetie, I don't think he does." Colleen smiled at her daughter. "I got the impression he was going to have a football and golf weekend, and would be just as happy to have your mother and sister out of the way."

Patty, Colleen, and Brianne picked the foods they wanted for breakfast, and joined Tony, Beth and Barbie who had already picked out a table and sat down to eat. Rachel and Jen joined them in just a couple of minutes.

Leyanni had led Josh and Jean over to the food line and helped them pick out what they wanted to eat. Then she invited them to come over to a table right next to where Marsh, Becca, and Trish were sitting. Leyanni went back and got another plate of hot food. She had picked up a tray earlier, but with the task of greeting the newcomers, her food had gotten cold.

Jimmy and Rick saw Leyanni sit down with the Smith children, and immediately got up and brought their trays to the table where she sat. Jimmy sat down next to the children and Rick sat next to Leyanni. The two grandfather types began to interact with the children in a way that totally captured their interest.

By the time Terri and Holly walked into the cafeteria, Josh and Jean were completely enthralled by their two new grandpas, and they ate and laughed and talked like they had known the two gentlemen all their lives.

Holly looked around the room and saw many people she knew from the Morrison's home. She also saw quite a few strangers that she thought she might like to meet. She decided that the Turner Company really did in fact hire a lot of hot guys and gals.

Terri led Holly to the serving line and Holly picked out a good breakfast. She proceeded to walk over to the table where her children sat, with Leyanni, Jimmy and Rick. Holly sat beside her children and just listened to the conversation.

Josh and Jean were asking the older guys a lot of questions, and Jimmy and Rick were answering them with honest answers that the children could understand. Holly got a warm feeling of belonging as she watched and listened to the two gentlemen interact with her children. She hadn't been quite sure what to think when she had stopped to think about what she had done last night. She had agreed to a quick trip in a transport plane, supposedly to a party on Oahu, in Hawaii. With people she didn't even know. Now Jimmy and Rick helped put her mind at ease as they lovingly interacted with her children, putting the children at ease as they did.

The cafeteria buzzed with the sounds of serious business talk, happy conversations, and laughter. Marsh stood up and walked back to the corner of the cafeteria where Wolf was still under the table licking his lips. Lynei had asked one of the chefs to prepare the twelve ounce steak, lightly brazed, cut in one inch squares, and slathered in a made from scratch bacon gravy.

Wolf had stood up and watched as Lynei set the plate down. He had slowly licked Lynei's hand to say thank you, and then he lay back down and ate the steak, like the gentleman he was. He cleaned the plate completely, then moved just a little and put on the appearance of dropping off to sleep.

As Marsh stood up from his seat at the breakfast table, Wolf opened one eye just a slit, and watched his partner walk over. When Marsh turned the chair and sat down with his back to the table Wolf was under, Wolf closed his eye and let out a soft whine that told Marsh he was glad to have his company. Marsh and Wolf had been together enough in the last four years that they understood each other perfectly. Now Marsh began talking to Wolf like he would to a human partner.

Marsh sat quietly, watching and listening to the sounds of the room. If you had asked him, Marsh would have told you he was "reading the room" like Bruce Boxleitner had told Kenny Rogers in the movie "The Gambler". Marsh quietly took in all the minute details in the room, and could tell you exactly how many people were in the room, and the names of any/all of the people he had met. And probably most of the ones he hadn't met. As he sat surveying the room, he quietly explained his observations to Wolf. Wolf whined a little now and then to acknowledge that he was listening.

Marsh watched as a tall, powerful, good looking man walked in from the main lobby. Marsh knew Michael Taylor immediately, even though they had never been formally introduced. Mike had been a Navy SEAL two years ago, when Marsh and a small group of San Bernardino Sheriff Deputies from the SWAT team had assisted in a drug operation in South America.

It was a joint operation with the host country, the DEA, and a team from the Navy SEALs, under the DEAs authority, and the San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department. Mike had been the SEAL team leader, and the op had gone perfectly. Mike had done his homework, and had missed nothing in his preparation. None of the team members had needed the tactical doctor's services. Marsh liked going along with the teams that had that kind of reputation.

As Mike stepped into the room, he immediately stepped to the side of the doorway and leaned his back up against the wall as he scanned the occupants of the room. It had become a habit with him. He wasn't the least bit paranoid, he was a consummate professional, and erred on the side of caution.

One of the first people he saw was Marsh, sitting on the far side of the room, with his K-9 beside him. His eyes scanned the room deliberately, and he saw where Jimmy and Rick were seated. He saw several other Turner assets, and as he scanned the room his eyes stopped at the sight of not one, but two flashes of beautiful flaming red hair.

"The Widow Maker must have a sister," he thought. Mike had never met Rebecca Andrews, but knew her from her reputation. She had been a naval aviator as well as spending time with one of the SEAL teams. Mike smiled as he thought this was his lucky day. He was going to meet his new boss. The girl he met last night, Katie something, had said Jimmy Turner had stepped down and Dr. Marshall Mitchel had been chosen to replace him. Mike's initial mental reaction was favorable. He was also likely to finally meet the Flaming Red Widow Maker, and maybe her sister. Mike had just guessed that the gorgeous red heads across the table from each other were sisters. They were both drop dead gorgeous, and Mike was determined to get himself introduced.

The Killer Doc had been on a mission with his team a couple years ago. The team didn't need his medical services, but Mike had been told that deputy Mitchel had held up his end of a skirmish that the team of SWAT guys had encountered. That SWAT team had covered his SEAL team's six, and Mike had been grateful. If this Marsh Mitchel was the same guy, Mike figured he'd be an all right boss. Mike had liked Jimmy Turner since the man had hired him, and if Jimmy had picked Marsh, Marsh had to be OK.

Having read the room, Mike strode towards where Marsh and Wolf were watching. Marsh stood up and extended his hand as Mike got close. "You'd be Mike Taylor." Marsh offered. "I've heard enough good things about you, to be glad you're on my team, sir."

Mike took Marsh's outstretched hand and shook it firmly. Not a bone-crushing domination hand-shake, but a firm friendly hand-shake. "And I've heard the same about you." Mike replied. "As I recall, you had my six a couple years ago, and I'm really glad you came through. That mission could have gotten ugly if your team hadn't stepped up."

"Why don't you get yourself some of the good food this outfit serves, and come back and get acquainted a little better. I'll see if I can get Becca to come over and join us." Marsh invited Mike.

"Marsh," Mike replied. "If Becca is one of those two redheads on the other side of the room, I would be a fool to say no."

"Then don't be a fool." Marsh said with a smile. "I bet I can get both of them to come over."

"Hot Damn, Boss!" Mike exclaimed. "I'll be right back."

Mike trotted towards the serving line, and Marsh walked over to the table he had been sitting at a few minutes earlier. Becca and Trish were both more than happy to come and join Marsh and Mike on the other side of the room.

When Mike got back to the table, Marsh and Becca were sitting on one side of a table, and Trish was sitting on the other. Mike put his tray down beside Trish and Marsh made the introductions; "Mike Taylor, I'd like you to meet my fiancée Rebecca Andrews, and her mother Patricia Turner. My fiancée goes by Becca and my mother goes by Trish. And to complicate it just a little more, Trish is Jimmy's daughter, making Becca his granddaughter."

Mike's gaze went back and forth from Becca to Trish and then to Marsh. "Mother...daughter... Excuse my language, but no fucking way Trish is old enough to be your mother, Becca. You may have Marsh fooled but I'm not buying it."

Becca gave Mike a look that might kill a lesser man. "Are you saying I look old? Do you have a death wish, chump?"

"NO, NO, NO!" Mike started to back pedal. "I'm saying Trish looks too young to have a daughter your age. No...wait that didn't come out right, either. Awe hell, I'm gonna shut up. You both look young and beautiful. Shit! I've been out in the jungles of South America. I've lost my ability to speak English. Please forgive me. You both look young and beautiful.....Not too young, but....Oh shit!..I..."

Marsh saved Mike from further embarrassment when he said, "Ladies, this is Mike Taylor. He's one of our best operatives. He has a problem talking to beautiful women, but he's good at his job. I worked with Mike a couple of years ago, and I didn't have to sew anybody up, during the whole op. He leads a tight, clean mission."

"I've heard reports about Mike," Becca responded. "The guys on my team had nothing but good things to say. Nice to meet you," she continued. "How long have you worked for my grandfather, and what kind of flowers would you like at your funeral?"

"I had my twenty years in and retired a year and a half ago. Some of my guys had gone to work for Jimmy so I applied and he hired me a little over a year ago." Mike told her. "I'm still doing pretty much the same job that I did in the Navy, but your grandfather pays me a lot more money for doing it. Actually I guess it's Marsh that's paying me now." Mike smiled as he said that.

"And I'm really sorry for the age stuff. Like Marsh said, I have a hard time speaking to beautiful women. Most of my team members are big ugly guys. Please forgive me and postpone my funeral."

"And I'll be happy to keep right on paying you," Marsh remarked with a smile. "You are good at your job, and you are making me money. I'll be happy to keep you on the payroll as long as you will keep doing that."

Marsh, Becca, Trish and Mike enjoyed a stimulating conversation. Mike asked questions about mostly Trish and Becca, and they asked him about himself. Marsh just sat listening and learning.

As the conversation continued, the front door of the cafeteria opened, and the Simpson family entered, followed by Todd and Emily Benson. They all paused as they entered the cafeteria. John was the first to react to anything in the room. He saw Josh and Jean Smith, and ran over to the table where they were still visiting with Jimmy and Rick.

"Hi Josh! Hi Jean!" John exclaimed. "I didn't know you were here. Isn't this place awesome? And Jimmy is really cool. I got to drive his boat last night and we got to sleep in it, too!"

"Thank you Jimmy!" John looked at Jimmy and continued. "I slept really good last night. My mom and dad had fun out there too. You should have heard them and the Bensons this morning. They were having a screaming good time."

Tina turned crimson as her son blurted out the facts as he knew them. Emily was very nearly the same color, and Jeff and Todd tried to take a position under the floor.

"John!" exclaimed Tina. "Go get your breakfast. Josh and Jean don't need this much information."

Everyone in the cafeteria had heard John's greeting and his commentary. There was laughter everywhere in the room. Tina walked over to the table where Jimmy was sitting. "We did enjoy the cruise and the hospitality, Jimmy. You've been a superb host so far. I'm really glad we met you."

Jimmy stood and pulled Tina to him for a close, warm hug, and Tina turned her head up and kissed him warmly. When the kiss ended Jimmy told Tina she was very welcome and he hoped it continued to get better.

The Simpson children got their breakfast, and chose to sit at the table next to the one Holly and her children were seated at. Jeff, Tina, Todd, and Emily sat at the same table, and the conversations in the room resumed.

Marsh excused himself and walked towards the Simpsons and the Bensons. He had his cell phone in his hand and pushed the talk button to call Doug Sanders. He handed the phone to Emily before Doug answered. "It's for you." he smiled at Emily as he handed her his phone.

The first thing Emily heard was Doug answering his phone. "Hi boss, this is Doug."

Emily was taken by surprise, and fumbled for words. "Ah...umm, ah... Hi Doug," she finally got out. "This is Emily Benson. Marsh handed me the phone and said the call was for me. Did you need me for something?"

"Emily!" Doug exclaimed. "I met your former boss this morning, girlfriend. He is such a nice guy. He acted like I was his best friend since childhood. He also gave me four envelopes with your name on them."

"Four?" Emily questioned. "I thought it was supposed to be three."

"Yeah." Doug replied. "That's what Marsh told me. Apparently Mr. Smith got confused. There were four envelopes. One said it was a paycheck. One was paid leave. One said accrued "sick leave". And the last one said "Christmas bonus". And the checks inside were cancelled, with cash in the envelopes to match the check amount. Emily," Doug paused for effect. "I counted over six thousand dollars in those envelopes. Mr. Smith told me to tell Marsh that if it wasn't enough he would get more. He said he just didn't want any trouble."

The phone was silent for a long minute. Emily finally gathered her thoughts and exclaimed; "Doug, did you just say over six thousand dollars? Are you shitting me? Over six thousand dollars!?!? Doug, that's great news. Doug? Did he say I got a raise? I.... ah....Oh my God, Doug! Thank you so much! Oh WOW!"




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Emily listened to Doug for just a little longer, then switched Marsh's phone off, and threw herself at Marsh. Marsh wrapped his arms around Emily's hips, and grasped her ass cheeks, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She squealed and kissed his cheeks, his lips and wherever else she could land her lips.

"Oh Marsh!" Emily screamed. "Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! You made this happen! This is wonderful! Oh Thank You! Marsh, if Becca gets cold feet this afternoon, I'll take her place in a heartbeat. I don't care what my husband says."

The room burst into laughter again. Trish was the first in the room to respond. "Get in line, girlfriend there's some of us already waiting for that bitch to drop dead."

"Mom!" Becca exclaimed. "I'm NOT going to let any of you horny bitches get a chance to move in on my man. Y'all need to just get used to disappointment and despair. He's MINE!" The laughter in the room crescendoed.

Mike Taylor responded next. "Hey Marsh?" he queried. "Where's the line forming to take your place? I wouldn't mind getting some of what you've got lined up. I'll be happy to give up the wandering soldier image, to stay home with these ladies."

"I'm beginning to see a short employment history for you Mr. Taylor. I hope you didn't unpack your bags just yet." Marsh growled as he walked back to the table he had left a few minutes earlier.

Emily was still wrapped around him as he walked. As Marsh sat back down next to Becca, Emily had to unwrap her legs from around his waist. Marsh still had his hands under her ass cheeks, but when he sat down he let go and Emily slid down into Marsh's lap. Marsh had been getting hard as Emily had been rubbing her bare pussy on his pelvic area, and as she slid down she impaled herself.

"Hmmmm," Marsh hummed quietly.

"Ooouuuuh," Emily cooed.

Becca had been watching and knew exactly what had happened. "Girlfriend," she said quietly. "I don't mind sharing, but, there are a lot of people here that might not want to hear your exclamations of ecstasy, at their breakfast table. And there's a crowd of children in the room as well. If you can't ride silently you better postpone your ride."

Emily leaned towards Becca and replied. "Thanks Becca. This was not what I had planned, and I actually don't think I'll take you up on the offer, at this time. That thing sure feels good in there though. I'll dismount in a minute or so."

Emily used her pussy muscles to squeeze Marsh's cock a few times, and rocked her hips a little to enjoy the feeling of fullness. Marsh felt Emily shudder and her pussy tightened around his cock as she experienced a soft climax. She moaned softly, and then she grabbed a cloth napkin and wiped her pussy and Marsh's cock as she stood up, pulling Marsh out of herself. "Awwwww," Marsh murmured. "That felt nice while it lasted."

Emily smiled at Marsh as she replied, "Maybe another time boss. You need to keep your strength up for this beautiful lady here beside you. I have a feeling she's gonna give you a workout before this day's over."

"You got that right, girlfriend." Becca smiled. "And thank you for thinking that way. I'm all about sharing, but this is a kinda special day."

Emily returned to the table where her husband and the Simpsons were seated. Marsh, Becca, Trish, and Mike continued a conversation that covered many topics. It included an exchange of personal information that helped the participants get better acquainted with each other.

Marsh did more listening than sharing. He was both amused and gratified by the exchange of information between Mike and Trish. He could tell that Mike was carefully trying to get personal information from her. And Trish was carefully and tactfully answering Mike's questions in a way to not lead him on.

Mike was getting a bit of a vague impression, that while Marsh and Becca were getting married this afternoon, Trish seemed to talk like she was Marsh's girl. There were no blatant statements to that effect, but Mike read the subtle hints that were tucked into the spaces between the lines.

By the time everyone at the table was finished with their breakfast, Marsh had a warm glow inside. Becca would be his wife this afternoon that was for sure. What hadn't been put out in black and white was the fact that Trish would be "attached". What Trish didn't know yet was just how attached Marsh was planning for her to be.

There were numerous Turner Company employees entering and exiting the cafeteria. Some came in, ate their breakfast, and headed out for the tasks of their day. There were several types of Turner uniforms on quite a few of the Turner employees. There were far more naked men, women and children.

A group of four men and three women entered, and headed over to get their breakfast. Before they were halfway across the cafeteria, Marsh recognized them as well trained covert operatives. They had all stopped upon entry, and read the room. Then they walked across the room, and past the food line with a confidant, almost arrogant, carriage.

All seven of the new comers walked over to the table where Mike was sitting with Marsh, Becca, and Trish, before they went over to the servers.

Mike introduced each member of the group as they walked up. Four of the team were Army Rangers, two were SEALs, and one was a Marine. At this time all were part of the Turner Security Special Operations Group.

After he introduced his team, he introduced Marsh, Becca and Trish to his team, as the new Turner management team. Mike's team was appropriately impressed and showed appropriate respect.

Mike told the Turner management team that these were members of his team, and that they had all arrived the day before, and that this morning they were going into one of the conference rooms to debrief and that he would be going with them.

Before the team turned to go, one of the female members of the team cocked her head and looked hard at Marsh. "You were on an op with us a couple of years ago, weren't you?" Marsh was nodding his head, as she continued. "You are one of the founders of the tactical medicine specialty, and you saved my ass on that op."

Marsh was still nodding and responded, "Not with my medical skills though. That guerilla fighter was set on taking a chunk of your flesh. I did what any other team member would have done, in that circumstance."

"You sure did it quick and clean, Killer Doc. It's nice to know I'm working for a boss with your skill-set. I don't know if you remember me, Mike told you I am Laura. That's Laura Wilkinson. I'm here today, 'cause you had my six that day. Thank You!"

Marsh stood up, stepped over to Laura, and wrapped her in a hug. "I'm glad you kept going. That guy had some friends that might have caught up. Our team cleaned up on them, but it was dicey there for a few minutes.

The special Ops team turned and headed for the serving tables, and Marsh and Becca walked with them. They were about half way across the dining room when the door opened and Dan, Kim, Beth, and most of Beth's family walked into the cafeteria.

Now Marsh went into a silent sign language mode. He pointed at Dan and beckoned him to come over to where he and Becca were. Dan pointed to Kim and Beth, with a question mark clearly displayed on his face. To which Marsh just shook his head, no. Dan excused himself and made his way towards Marsh.

Next Marsh caught Marguarita's eye, and pointed at Carlos. Marguarita stopped her chatting and pointed Carlos' attention to Marsh, who beckoned Carlos to join him also. Next Marsh asked Becca to get a couple glasses of OJ and told her he would be back to the table in a few minutes. Becca complied with a look that showed her curiosity. Marsh led Carlos and Dan through the door into the lobby.

Marsh introduced Dan and Carlos, and then led them back to the first secure room outside the vault.

"Dan," Marsh began. "I asked Carlos to make a second ring last week, so I would have one for Trish. As you know, Carlos made the rings for my first wife and daughter, as well as the ring Becca is wearing."

"I haven't told anyone, including Carlos, until right this instant that I am going to include Trish in my commitment today. You aren't going to be the only one with two wives Dan. The day after I met Becca, she and Trish told me they were a package deal. I'm going to show them today that they are just that, they just don't know it yet."

"Since I had Carlos make the second ring, I asked my chief mechanic to take my other jet down to Durango, and bring Carlos here to put the finishing touches on them. I asked him to bring enough extra materials along to customize Kim's ring and make one for Beth. I didn't know you had gone out yesterday and bought her one, nor is it any of my business. If, however, you would like to customize either Kim's or Beth's rings, or if you would like Carlos to make a mother's ring, or bracelet, for Kathy, I'm pretty sure he can do some really nice work for you in the next six hours."

"The reason I brought you in here, is because this is where Carlos' ring blanks and extra stones are."

Marsh proceeded to open the ante-room and then the vault. Carlos walked over and opened his safe-box, and proceeded to show Dan what he had available.

When Carlos pulled out the drawer with the loose jewels, Dan gasped. "Oh...my...God!" Dan exclaimed. "There's a million dollars' worth of jewels in that drawer!"

"About that." Carlos nodded and confirmed. "You've got a good eye, Dan. I have settings in white and yellow gold as well as some platinum here and I can put almost any of the stones in a setting for you if you want."

"The only thing I have to do for Marsh is to weld Becca's engagement ring together with the wedding bands, and then I can customize anything you would like. Any friend of my brother Marsh is a friend of mine. You just decide what you would like, and I'll get it done."

Carlos looked at Marsh as his smile got about a mile wide, and he pointed Dan's attention to the end wall. "Marsh said if you don't have enough cash in your pocket I can just take the money out of his stash. Right Marsh?"

Dan's gaze followed Carlos' pointing finger and the contents of the shelves registered. "Holy Shit! Marsh, there's...like ten million dollars or so there. What the hell are you doing with all that cash here?"

"OK, first things first," Marsh began to explain. "I didn't put it here. I guess technically it's mine, but Jimmy had Leyanni put it here for emergencies. Second, I trust both of you. Dan it looks like a lot of money when you see that kind of cash in one place, but I know, that you know, that is small pocket change to the operating budget of either my company or yours, no?"

Dan turned to look directly at Marsh. "When you put it in that perspective, Marsh, it does seem rather insignificant. We do keep a pretty deep slush fund. I just have never seen it sitting in the vault....Actually we don't have a vault like this at our headquarters."

"I don't suppose." Marsh replied. "Your business doesn't need to have the kind of access that we might need. With agents and assets in some crazy places around the globe, Jimmy chose to be ready for emergencies, and I'll follow in his footsteps. The money is available if we need it, anywhere around the globe."

"What do you say we head back out to breakfast with our families? Dan you decide what, if anything you want to do about jewelry and tell Carlos what you want."

Dan paused to think, and then responded; "I think maybe I'll consult with Kim and Beth. A ring or bracelet or something for Kathy is a good idea. Thanks for mentioning it. You sure think ahead, don't you Marsh?"

"It sure beats trying to play catch-up." Marsh responded.

Dan, Carlos, and Marsh left the vault, and Marsh went quickly through the lock-up process, and followed them both out into the lobby. All three of them went through the door, and into the cafeteria, where Dan rejoined his family, and Marsh and Carlos went back to the tables they had left a few minutes earlier.

Trish and Becca were sitting at the table across the room where Marsh and Mike had been. There was a full glass of Orange juice at Marsh's place. Wolf was no longer under the table he had been under. His head was on Becca's lap, and she had one hand on his neck, behind his ears. Marsh could tell they both enjoyed the contact.

Marsh sat down and took a long swallow of the orange juice, and joined Becca and Trish's conversation. At a convenient pause, Marsh suggested that they had a couple of hours they could afford to kill, and he asked Becca and Trish if they would like to go see their Oahu home. They both had questioning looks on their faces and said sure. Marsh led them out to his Gator, and along with Wolf, they headed back down to the "From Elise".

There were several boat and dock crew members working in the small harbor when Marsh and the girls got to the dock. Marsh had not covered the boat, so he asked a couple of the dock workers to cast off the bow and stern lines when he got the boat ready to start.

A couple of the dive and parasail boat crew members were there and they started a casual conversation with Marsh, Becca and Trish. One of the captains casually asked where Marsh was headed. Marsh told him they were just going down about a mile to his own north shore estate.

"Let's see," the crew member mused. "A mile west would be the Mitchel place. Nobody has lived there for about four years, and there's no boat access, other than a small section of beach, between two mangrove biomes. Good luck parking that hot rod at that place."

"No sweat," Marsh cheerfully replied. "You're welcome to follow me down and watch, but I doubt you can keep up, with anything here. What's your name, friend?"

"I'm David Jones." The boat captain answered. "I've worked here for Leyanni for about five years now. I used to see this boat out on the ocean occasionally when I first started here, but it's been pretty scarce for several years. You the same owner?"

"I am." Marsh replied. "The boat's been parked for just about four years. I have a mechanic that kept it clean and well-oiled for me though, so it'll still do what I want it to do."

"I know those Donzi's are pretty fast, but I've got one of these parasail boats tuned up pretty good. You might be surprised how well it'll keep up." David bragged.

"Uh-oh." Becca muttered. "I feel a testosterone pissing match coming up, mom. You ready for a quick little race action?"

Trish smiled at her daughter. "I'll bet my next paycheck Marsh waxes the kid's balls."

Marsh turned and smiled at Trish. "Naw mom, I think I'll let you do it."

Marsh turned back to David Jones. "How brave are you David?" He asked.

David got an arrogant look on his face. "I don't need to be very brave," he replied. "I got this thing dialed in."

"Tell you what." Marsh told him. "You get your fastest boat. You take one of your friends, and one of mine. You idle out and open that thing up when you leave the harbor. Head down to Ka'Ena Point, and turn around and come back. I'll take one of your friends here, and I'll have my girlfriend drive out of here after you open yours up. She'll pass you before you get to Haleiwa. She'll go to Ka'Ena, and be back here at the marina before you get back to Haleiwa."

"I wish I could take you up on that, but Leyanni would fire me for taking the boat out for that." David said ruefully.

"Let's see." Marsh responded as he took out his cell phone. Marsh brought up Leyanni's number and pushed the "talk" button.

Marsh pushed the speaker button so everyone around could hear. "Hi! This is Leyanni. How can I help you?

"Leyanni, this is Marsh." He answered. "I'm at the Marina with a few of your boat crew members. David Jones is pretty proud of your fleet, and I just challenged him to a run to Ka'Ena. You OK with him taking one of your guys and Becca for a quick run to the point?"

"Marsh?" Leyanni questioned. "Does David know who you are?"

"I haven't got a clue, beautiful." Marsh replied. "I didn't think to introduce myself, but does it matter?"

"Am I on the speaker, Marsh?" Leyanni asked.

"Sure are." Marsh quickly answered.

"David?" Leyanni asked. "Have you met Marsh?"

"Ahhh, Not formally. We've just been talking about our boats." David told his boss. "Is there something special I should know?"

Leyanni chuckled as she replied. "David, Marshall Mitchel is my boss. He probably has a couple of red headed beauties with him, and if you take his challenge, he'll probably hand you your polished testicles on a platter. If you want to take one of the boats out and get humiliated, go ahead. They're all his boats anyway."

"What do you mean they're all his boats, Leyanni? Doesn't your friend Jimmy Turner own this whole place, and you are the manager here?" David was sounding a little less sure of himself.

Leyanni laughed. "That was last week, David. Jimmy retired last week, and he turned the whole empire over to his grandson and granddaughter. David, you've been punked. The redhead with the shorter hair is Trish Turner. She's Jimmy's daughter. The redhead with the long red hair is Rebecca Andrews. She's Trish's daughter. And the guy that challenged you is Dr. Marshall Mitchel. He owns this resort, and he's getting married to Rebecca this afternoon. Good luck digging out, David."

"Hey Marsh!" Leyanni continued. "Go easy on my boat crews. They really are pretty good kids. David is a good employee, even if he's got a testosterone overload."

"OK sweetheart." Marsh replied. "I'll try not to hurt anybody. I can't speak for the Widow Maker though."

"Marsh!" Becca exclaimed. "I'm not going to hurt anyone."

One of the dock hands leaned over to David. "Like one of those babes is gonna hurt any of us." He whispered.

"Oh shit!" Leyanni exclaimed. "I heard that. Marsh....Please?....."

Marsh was nearly rolling on the floor of the "From Elise". "OK Leyanni. Go back to work. I'll handle this." Marsh pushed the end call button.

"David, can your friend swim?" Marsh asked.

"Sure, why?" David asked.

Marsh turned and winked at Becca, who was sitting in the back of "From Elise", as he replied. "I just didn't want to watch a smart mouth kid drown for making a wise ass remark."

While Marsh was answering David, Becca did a forward summersault, onto the aluminum dock, and ended up standing next to David, with his friend grasped by his crotch and his shoulder. Becca dipped her knees, and then stood up straight. When she was fully upright again David's friend was airborne, over the front deck of the Donzi, and landing in the water on the other side of it.

"Any of the rest of you want a piece of this babe?" Becca asked sweetly.

David's friend came to the surface of the water sputtering and spitting out the water he had swallowed. He swam to the back of "From Elise" and used the swim step to climb out of the water and started to step onto the dock.

He was met by the fiery redhead. "Did I hear you get permission from the captain to board his vessel, young man?" Becca was directly in front of the young dock hand.

"I ah...." He began as he splashed back into the water.

David Jones took a step towards Becca, and stopped as Marsh put his hand up, and said; "Stay back, David. You don't want to get into anything with her."

David stopped in his tracks and yelled. "Tommy! No! Don't...."

Tommy Jones was David's kid brother, and he was a typical nineteen year old male. Lots of brawn and not nearly enough brains. He came to the surface again, sputtering and cursing at Becca, telling her what he was going to do to her when he got back up on the dock.

Becca's left hand closed around Tommy's right wrist as he put his hands on the swim step again to climb on board the "From Elise" again. One minute Tommy was facing the swim step, the next thing anyone saw was Tommy's right arm twisted behind his neck, Tommy facing away from the boat, then he was lifted out of the water.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 08



Tommy was still facing away from the boat, but now Becca had hold of him by his right arm, with her left hand, and her right arm was through his legs, at his crotch, and Becca's right hand had his testicles crushed in her grip. Becca lifted Tommy out of the water and laid him out face down on the dock, writhing in pain, and screaming obscenities.

Becca released Tommy's right hand and wrapped her left hand around the back of his neck, applying pressure on his carotid arteries, with her thumb and middle finger. Tommy quieted down almost immediately. "Nighty night." Becca said softly, as she let go of Tommy.

Becca stood up and looked at David. "His testicles are gonna be sore when he wakes up. You might want to tell your friend to be careful who he chooses off with, next time." Becca extended her hand to shake David's.

"By the way David," she said. "I'm retired Navy SEAL, Rebecca Andrews. In a few hours I'll be Rebecca Mitchel. I'm in a particularly good mood today, since I'm getting married this afternoon. I don't want to mess with the paperwork I'd have to do if I'd actually hurt this boy."

"I'm really sorry, ma'am." David said. "He's my little brother, and I'm trying to help him learn to handle the boats here. I guess I need to teach him how to handle his temper, too. Thanks for not killing him."

The whole confrontation on the dock had lasted a little less than five minutes.

Marsh had turned on the bilge fans, before the start of the little misunderstanding, and now he flipped the fuel pump switches, and then the ignitions and the starter switches. From Elise's twin Mercs roared to life and Marsh asked David to cast off the bow line, as Becca cast off the stern line.

"We'll talk later, David." Marsh called as he put the transmissions in gear and idled the big boat out of the marina. At the breakwater, Marsh rolled the throttles up to full speed, and the big boat seemed to jump out of the water and then skim along on top of it.

It was a little less than a mile from the resort to Marsh's house, but Marsh went a couple of miles straight out to sea, at full throttle, as the Donzi skimmed smoothly across the light swells. He had just brought the throttles back to about seventy five percent, when he noticed the fighter group approaching from the east.

Marsh recognized the four planes as FA-18s, and figured he was watching Uncle Randy approach the island. Marsh turned the big Donzi towards the west, and opened it up to full throttle again.

Admiral Randall Andrews saw the big off shore boat surge out on top of the swell, and dropped his approach to less than twenty feet ASL. (Above sea level) He asked his wing-men to follow him in, single file, as he passed about twenty feet off the starboard side of the boat, at 0.9 mach. (about 670 MPH)

The wake turbulence from the thundering jets kicked up a spray off the ocean surface that washed over "From Elise" and soaked the three occupants.

Marsh was a little over ten miles west of the resort when he turned the big boat around and brought it back up to speed. He now had the boat only a few hundred yards off shore as he thundered towards the beach where he knew there would be friends and family members.

Admiral Andrews brought his FA-18 around and slowed it down. He applied full flaps, and extended the landing gear, as did the other three pilots in his group. As he approached the Donzi, Randy Andrews could see his nieces flaming red hair, and knew she was in the boat.

He pulled up just enough to turn his jet upside down and then flew inverted above "From Elise" passing the 130 MPH boat at just enough airspeed to keep the FA-18 stable. He saluted Becca as he passed about twenty feet above her, then he firewalled the throttles and lifted the jet to a vertical climb, and flew straight up, hanging the fighter on its nose.

The Navy aircraft had gone out of sight, and most of the people on the beach thought the air show was over. Marsh was suspicious that there was more to come. He throttled the Donzi back and slipped the transmissions into neutral, about a hundred yards off shore in front of the resort.

Sure enough, the fighters came back in single file, and they were a couple hundred yards further off shore than Marsh and the Donzi. This time Admiral Andrews led the four FA-18s in a mock bombing run, dropping some harmless but noisy flash bang incendiary bombs in the water off the shore of the resort. The ocean turned into a harmless inferno for about sixty seconds, and the Navy jets disappeared after that run. Marsh and Becca knew that Admiral Andrews would land at the Pearl Harbor Naval air station, and he would likely get someone to helo him back to the resort for the wedding.

Becca was ecstatic! She had been quiet about it, but she was secretly thrilled to have her father's brother coming here for her wedding. Now he was here.

Marsh pushed the Donzi's transmissions into gear again and throttled the big boat up to a nice cruising speed to eat up the mile across the ocean to his estate. As he approached the beach at his house, he stayed to the left side of the beach, and just to the right of the mangrove forest at the edge.

It looked like he was going to ground the boat on the beach, but as he crept close to the beach, the boat slipped into an underwater dock, that was a bit like a boat trailer. The Donzi seemed to lock into something and when Marsh pushed a button under the boats dash, the dock system began to lift the boat out of the water. A boathouse on the grass above the beach opened up, and the dock slipped into the boathouse, high and dry.

Marsh had shut down the engines as the boat had come out of the water, and there was a set of stairs in the boat house so the occupants of the boat could walk out of the boat and out of the boathouse on the house side. There was a sidewalk from the boathouse to the large covered patio on the beach side of the large home.

Marsh stopped as he approached the sliding glass door that opened to the dining room. Lined up just outside the door were three pairs of flip-flops. One pair was a small child's size. One pair was exactly the right size to fit Becca or Trish, and the last pair was Marsh's size. They had been in that exact location for four years.

Marsh's chin sunk to his chest, and his hands covered his face as he dropped to his knees and wept. His memory could see Elise and Becky as they had stopped in front of him to take off the beach flip flops the last time they were here, and entered the house.

Marsh cried for several minutes, and Becca and Trish knelt on each side of him, with their arms around his neck and shoulders.

Marsh finally stopped crying and uncovered his face. He looked first at Trish, then at Becca. "Thank you both for coming down here with me." He whispered. "I could not have done this without both of you. It's something I've needed to do, like going back to the ranch. I just needed the support you two have given me."

There was a keypad beside the sliding glass door, and Marsh keyed in his code to unlock the door, and disarm the alarm. With just a gentle push, the large glass door glided open, and Marsh invited Trish and Becca into the house.

Marsh showed the gals around the house. When they got to the master bedroom, Marsh showed them Becky's closet and told them it was theirs now. Everything in the closet fit either or both of them. Becca wandered through the huge walk-in.

"Your Becky had a lot of really nice stuff." She offered.

Marsh smiled at her and replied. "Her husband thought his world revolved around her. - Kinda like he thinks the same thing about her mother and sister now." Marsh paused and then continued. "And if her mother and sister don't want second hand "stuff", he'll give them the plastic, and let them go get anything else they want."

Trish walked over to Marsh and laid her head on his chest. "Marsh, you don't need to buy this lady's love. You've got it. The "stuff" is nice, but my late daughter's widower is more than man enough to keep this old lady happy, without any of the stuff."

Becca joined her mother with her head on Marsh's chest. "And that's the God honest truth for her other daughter as well." Becca added. "Marsh, you're gonna complete my world this afternoon."

As they stood in the doorway to the closet, Mother and daughter took turns kissing Marsh. Trish was the first to reach down and wrap her pretty fingers around his cock, and start to slowly and gently stroke it.

Trish looked at Becca and smiled. "I hope you don't mind baby girl, but I would like to ride this stud pony one last time before you lock it in the barn."

Becca put one hand on the side of her mother's face. She stroked Trish's cheek with her thumb. "Mother," she whispered. "Whatever barn this stud pony is locked in, you... above any other... will have unlimited access. Let's get out of this closet, and over to the bed. I'll ride his talented tongue, while you ride his hard cock."

Marsh looked between mother and daughter. "I realize that right now I don't have a voice, but I do in fact approve whatever plan you two have for me. Please, take me, make me your bitch." Marsh whined as pitiful as he could.

Becca and Trish doubled over in fits of laughter. It was only a couple of steps to the big king sized bed, and Becca fell over backwards on it, pulling Marsh with her. Trish took a nose dive onto the bed beside Marsh on the other side from Becca and all three of them laughed like school girls, at a slumber party.

Marsh bent his knees, dug his heels into the mattress, and pushed himself up near the head of the bed. Trish drew up her knees and crawled up between Marsh's legs, till her face was just above his hard cock.

Trish wrapped her right hand around Marsh's cock, and began to slowly stroke it while she massaged his balls with her left hand.

Marsh watched as Trish crawled up and over his hips and her lovely pussy opened slightly. Marsh could see her lips were shiny from her womanly moisture. Marsh was mesmerized as Trish bent her knees and began lowering her body over his hips, with the tip of his cock getting closer and closer to the wonderfully, warm, juicy slit that would soon engulf his manhood. Marsh didn't realize he was holding his breath until his lungs began to ache slightly from lack of oxygen. He exhaled just as the tip of his cock disappeared inside Trish's tight love tunnel. Trish looked directly into Marsh's eyes and gently lowered herself down the length of his cock until she was firmly sitting on his pubic area. She didn't move for a few seconds as she smiled at Marsh, then she slowly started to grind her pussy against his pubic bone causing the head of his cock to push against her cervix. Trish adjusted her position then settled back down and started to grind her pussy against his pubic area again. Marsh now looked up at Becca saying, "Come on down my love and let me have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours."  Marsh watched Becca step over then place one foot on each side of his head. He looked up at the tight crack at the base of her torso, between her thighs. It stayed closed until Becca began to slowly sink to her knees and then he saw the glistening pink pedals of her flower bloom open as she continued her downward motion. When Becca was kneeling she moved backwards slightly until her pink flower was over Marsh's mouth, then she slowly lowered herself until she felt his tongue slip inside her. Marsh reached up and held her hips so he could move her into the position he wanted then feverishly licked her sweet nectar, moving slowly towards her clit. A couple of laps across Becca's clit and he had her pushing her pussy downwards trying to get his tongue in constant contact with her clit. Marsh had other plans as he pushed her slightly forward and kissed her little anal ring before he started probing it with his tongue. Marsh was unsure who was doing the most moaning and screaming but the volume rose when both were fully involved. Trish began bouncing up and down on his cock and Becca ground her pussy into his face. Finally, Marsh attacked Becca's clit, and she leaned forward giving him better access to her clit. Marsh held her in place until she experienced at least two major orgasms. When Marsh felt Becca trying to pull up and away from him he knew she was too sensitive to continue so he let her go.  Meanwhile Trish had already experienced one orgasm when Marsh felt her push down hard against him and her hips began to tremor. Now that Marsh could see again, he reached up and cupped Trish's tits and used his thumb and index fingers on each hand to pinch her nipples and pull on them. Trish screamed and yelled, "OH MARSH, DON'T STOP! My nipples are so sensitive right now. I'mmmmmmmm going to cum, OOOH MARSH! OHHHHAAHHHHH MARSH!"  Trish's eyes rolled back in her head and her body went rigid. Marsh could feel the inner tremors of her body as she experienced a mind boggling orgasm which lasted almost a full minute while she gasped for air. When it was over she flopped down on Marsh's body and just laid there impaled on his cock and breathing hard.  Marsh heard Becca ask, "Mom, is he still hard, may I take a ride on that wonderful cock now?"  Trish didn't answer Becca; she just rolled off to his side and onto the bed. She landed on her back and she didn't even try to move as Becca moved into position and slowly sank to her knees impaling Marsh's cock into her tight pussy. Marsh looked up at her and said, "As tight as you are sweetheart, it won't take me long before I cum inside you."  Becca smiled at Marsh before she replied, "It doesn't matter Marsh, I've already had some great orgasms on your tongue. I want to feel you shoot your hot load into my pussy. I want to do something for you since you're being so good to mom and me. I'm going to milk your cock with my pussy muscles when you cum. Just make love to me Marsh, like you always do!"  Marsh reached up and encircled Becca in his arms then rolled both of them to one side and ended up between her legs. Both of them shuffled until Becca was back up at the top of the bed and close to the middle. Then he did as she had asked him to do, Marsh made sweet passionate love to her. It only took five minutes until Marsh felt his cum moving fast towards the end of his cock and suddenly the Mighty Mo released another broadside inside Becca. Marsh felt Becca grip his cock with her muscles and he couldn't pull out of her pussy even if he had wanted to. Becca was smiling up at Marsh before she asked, "Does that feel good Marsh?"

Marsh hummed his pleasure as he bent his face down and kissed her passionately. "Becca, you always feel good. I just never want to have to pick or choose between you and your beautiful mother. She always feels good, too."

"I think we should probably get to the shower and then head back to the resort sometime in the near future. I'm getting married this afternoon, and I think I should probably be there for the wedding ceremony." Marsh smiled at both Becca and Trish as he said that.

Becca clamped her hand around her pussy to keep it from leaking as she made a beeline for the bathroom and sat on the toilet.

Marsh had not made a deposit in Trish, so she walked into the bathroom and waited for Becca to finish on the toilet. When Becca moved to the bidet, Trish sat on the toilet to pee. Marsh went directly to the shower and adjusted the water, and then went back to the toilet to pee after Trish got up and transferred to the bidet.

Becca was the first to actually get under the spray of the shower. Marsh was mesmerized as he watched Becca tilt her head back and let the warm water fall on her face. To Marsh there were not many things more captivating than watching a beautiful naked woman under the spray of falling water. Be it a shower or a mountain stream, Marsh loved to watch water fall on the face of a beautiful woman.

Marsh stood at the toilet for several minutes after he was done peeing, while he watched Becca, and then Trish as she joined her daughter under the spray of the second shower head. Marsh felt a wave of gratitude for the events of the last few weeks that had brought these two beauties into his life. Today was going to be huge! Marsh joined the girls and they each washed the body of one of the other occupants of the shower.

When each of them was just a little bit more than clean, they turned off the water flow, and each of them dried the body of one of the others. The ladies each picked up a hair dryer, and Marsh went out into the living room.

Marsh walked over to a small table that was positioned just inside the front door of the house, where he picked up a thick manila envelope. Marsh had contacted his Hawaii based attorney, and had had the envelope delivered to the north shore estate earlier this morning.

Next Marsh went to the round kitchen breakfast table, and arraigned three chairs evenly around it, and placed towels on each of them to sit on. When Trish and Becca walked out of the bedroom, Marsh asked them to each take a seat at the table, where he had placed the manila envelope in its center.

When all three of them were seated both Trish and Becca looked at Marsh with questioning looks. Becca voiced their question. "OK Marsh, what kind of trouble are you in? Mom and I didn't do anything to be in trouble for, so it must be you."

Marsh smiled lovingly at both women. "Actually you both did do it. Not today, but you did it."

"What did I do?" Trish questioned with genuine curiosity written on her face. "And when did I do it?"

Marsh reached out and put one hand gently on the face of both of the ladies, before he responded. "Do you ladies remember what you told me on the day after I met Trish, and the same day that I met Becca? We were at the breakfast bar at our new house."

Becca was quick to respond, but Trish still had a blank questioning look on her face. "I remember exactly what we told you." Becca was quick to reply. "We told you that you didn't have to choose between one or the other of us. We said we were a package deal."

Trish's face lit up joyously as she remembered that day. It was the day she had found out that her long lost daughter was back in her life. It was also the day she had found out that the man who had molested her was not her father, and that her real father had been supporting her all her life.

Marsh smiled at both of them as he replied to Becca. "That's right. And I have been somewhat remiss in my response to your solidarity. What neither of you knew however, is that I have not forgotten that conversation."

"This morning I talked to you, Becca, and told you my plan for this afternoon. Since I spoke to you I have been thinking that I need to bring your mother up to speed, so that she has a clue what she is in for."

"Trish, I'm pretty sure you know that I love you. I know that you love me, but I have taken that love for granted, and I want to fix that right now."

Marsh got out of his chair and knelt beside Trish's chair. "Trish," Marsh asked. "Will you marry me this afternoon? Your daughter has already agreed to do that, but I never gave you the chance to say yes or no. Please forgive me, and do me the honor of being my lifetime partner."

By the time Marsh was finished with his proposal, Trish and Becca were both in tears. Trish slid off of her chair into Marsh's arms, and tried to respond. "YES, Oh God Yes, Marsh. I have no idea how you will pull this off, but I'm yours!"

Becca got up off of her chair and knelt with Marsh and Trish. They all joined in a group hug and kisses and "I love yous" were exchanged freely, for the next few minutes. Eventually the tears dried up and Marsh, Trish, and Becca all got up and sat back in the chairs they had been in.

Trish looked at Marsh with a questioning face. "How are you going to try to make this work, Marsh? You can only be legally married to one woman in the United States of America. Are we going to move to some South American or African nation?"




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 08



Marsh smiled, and picked up the manila envelope. He opened the clasp, and pulled out the contents. "If my lawyer is as good as I think he is, and if he did what I asked him to do, the answer is right here in these papers."

Marsh separated the papers, and found four copies with the title "Marriage Contract". He set two copies in front of himself and handed one copy each, to mother and daughter. "Read this and see if you think you could live with the stipulations," he suggested.

Trish and Becca were quiet as they read and flipped through the three page document. Becca finished first, and sat quietly with a smile on her face, while Trish finished reading her copy.

"Marsh," Trish said as she looked up at him with a smile. "This says it was drawn up by a law firm here on the island, but it reads like something you would have made, like the contracts you had the corporate attorneys do when you took over daddy's companies. It looks like its legal, but it is easy to read, and I understand what it says."

When Trish paused Becca spoke up. "Marsh, this contract says the three of us are joined as marriage partners, with equal rights and privileges the same as a husband and wife. It just says we agree that there are three partners. The signature lines are labeled with only one last name, - Mitchel."

"Is this a problem for either of you?" Marsh asked.

"Not for me," stated Trish.

Marsh looked at Becca. "Not for me either, not just no, but HELL NO! That is NOT a problem." Becca exclaimed. Becca looked at Trish. "Mom, this evening we are going to have the same last name for the first time in our lives, and we can keep them for all of the rest of our lives."

"Just for clarification," Marsh inserted. I went to the trouble of having Becker draw up several extra sets of contracts. If either of you wants to keep your name and hyphenate your last name, you can. I also asked Jimmy if he would mind me changing Trish's last name. His response was a lot like Becca's last statement."

Trish looked at Marsh. "If daddy doesn't mind, and Becca is alright with it, I'd just as soon change my name to Mitchel. - Patricia Mitchel. I like the sound of that." She said softly.

Marsh looked at Becca with a mischievous smile. "Are you OK with having me as your father, kiddo? You have to realize that if I'm married to your mother, that automatically makes me your "step"-dad. Marsh was laughing as he finished, and Trish caught on as quickly as he ended his sentence as well.

Becca looked at her mother with a wicked grin as she picked up Marsh's manila envelope. "And you realize that this makes me your daughter, and your wife, as well." Now everyone at the table was laughing, as Becca shook the envelope in front of her mother's face.

Trish took hold of the envelope and gave Becca a "look" right back. "That goes both ways, little missy." She sneered.

When the laughter subsided, Marsh looked at both ladies with a genuine smile on his face. "All joking aside, I had Becker put Sondra Nelson on here as the official, and we'll use Leyanni's notary when we all sign these, this afternoon. I don't think anyone will argue with the governor of the State of Hawaii being our contract witness. Now let's put the paperwork back in the envelope and get ourselves back to the resort in time to attend our own wedding."

The three of them stood up, and started towards the back door when Trish stopped in her tracks. "Marshall Mitchel," she said sternly. "This is why you brought Carlos Rosario here this morning, isn't it? You sneaky bum. I knew there had to be a reason that a jeweler showed up, besides just to put a wedding band and engagement ring together. You had a ring made just for me, didn't you?"

Trish ran at Marsh and wrapped herself around him at waist level and above. "Oh Marsh! I can't wait to see my new ring!"

Marsh smiled. "I guess you'll have to though, won't you. I don't have it here. You'll get yours about the same time Becca gets hers, maybe a few seconds ahead of her. I hope Becca won't mind her mother being married when she gets married."

"Marsh, if my mother gets her ring a few seconds or even a few minutes ahead of me, it's just fine with me. I am so happy right now I could care less which one of us gets our ring first. We're both getting one and that's all that matters to me." Becca stepped over and wrapped her mother and Marsh in another group hug. "Besides," she added. "There are a lot of mothers that are married when their daughter gets married. I don't know of any that were married to the girls groom, but this isn't a normal situation anyway."

Trish let herself back down to standing on the floor, and the three lovers walked out the sliding glass door that they had entered through earlier. Marsh keyed the code into the alarm system and the doors all locked and the alarm set.

Marsh gave each of his lovers a hand as they stepped into the "From Elise", and then he took a seat in the passenger's chair, and left the pilots seat open.

Trish was the first to realize what Marsh was doing, so she sat in the pilot's seat. Her hand went under the dash and found the button Marsh had pushed to activate the boat recovery system. When she pushed the toggle switch, the doors of the boathouse opened and the docking trailer rolled out, placing the big Donzi back in the water.

Trish turned on the bilge exhaust fans as the boat was exiting the boathouse. Next she switched on the fuel pumps, then the ignitions. She waited till the big boat was completely in the water and then the pair of Mercury racing engines roared to life when she pushed the start switches.

Marsh knew that Trish had been observing what he had done each time they were in the "From Elise", and he knew she would handle the big boat as well as almost anyone else, - aahhh, with a couple of exceptions.

The transmissions shifted smoothly into reverse, as Trish backed slowly away from the beach. Marsh was impressed when Trish shifted only one of the transmissions into drive, and left the other in reverse. She spun the wheel and handled the throttles like a pro, spinning the forty three foot boat around from the transom and heading out into the open water, like it was a sixteen foot runabout. Her timing was impeccable as she shifted the second transmission into drive and pushed both throttles wide open to accelerate to ninety miles an hour.

Becca had cuddled into the front passenger seat with Marsh, and was content to lay herself back on his chest, with her head on the front of his shoulder.

The trip from the Mitchel compound to the Turner North Shore Resort could easily be made in the Donzi in less than two minutes. Trish enjoyed the wind and the open water, so she turned the trip into a fifteen minute cruise. When she got back to the Turner marina, Trish idled in and docked "From Elise" like she had been doing it for years. There were several Turner dock hands at the marina, and they tossed fenders in place and tied off the bow and stern lines as Trish gently nudged the big boat to a standstill on the end of the dock.

The big Mercs went silent when Trish turned off the ignitions, and she then shut down the exhaust fans and the big boat was silent except for the squeaking of the fenders against the hull.

Marsh made a mental note of the quick study Trish had made of operating the big boat, and the manual dexterity she had demonstrated in operating the throttles and the helm. "This gal's good" Marsh thought silently. "I'm going to have to get her in an airplane, and let her learn to fly." Though she didn't say anything at the time, Becca silently made the exact same observation.

With "From Elise" snuggly secured to the dock, Becca, Marsh, and then Trish, stepped off and walked to where Marsh had left the Gator. Becca claimed the driver's seat, so Marsh parked himself in the back seat, and let Trish sit up front.

The trip back to the administration offices was quick, with a light conversation about anything and nothing.

Leyanni and Terri were in Leyanni's office giving instructions to messengers who were coming and going at rapid intervals. When the Mitchel management team walked in Leyanni's face lit up like a ray from the sun.

"Terri!" Leyanni exclaimed. "Look who's here! We've been waiting for you three! I need Trish and Becca to go up to suite 201. There are people up there ready to fix your hair and make-up, and get you dressed. Marsh, you need to come with me. I'm taking you to my quarters where there's a few ladies waiting to get you fixed up as well. Terri please walk Trish and Becca up to their suite." Leyanni took Marsh by the hand and walked to her golf cart.

"Marsh," Leyanni said as she drove her cart down the path towards the east side of the coconut grove. Your sister brought me a twenty four by thirty six inch photo of your late wife and daughter. I want to show you where we put it. If you think we should move it we can do that right now.

She also brought me your guitar. She said you haven't used it much for four years but you asked her to bring it with her from your ranch. When she took it out of the case, the lead guitar player from my band started to drool. He said a custom built guitar by James L. D'Aquisto is one of the finest guitars in the world, and he'd sacrifice his left nut to have one. He had one of his band guys put a new set of Martin Marquis strings on your guitar, and asked me if I thought you would mind if he played it tonight."

"Marsh," Leyanni asked. "You didn't bring that guitar here this weekend just to impress my band. What do you have planned?"

"That's a fair question." Marsh replied. "I was planning to work in a song for my best ladies. I'm hoping the band will accompany me while I sing them "Like Red on a Rose". It's an Alan Jackson song, and I really like it. I brought my guitar, 'cause I wasn't sure what the band situation would be, and I don't like singing a Capella."

If your band will accompany me I'll be happy to let the lead guitarist play my guitar for the times I'm not using it. When I'm playing at all, I'm partial to that instrument. I met Jimmy D'Aquisto one night when I was a kid, and he was in Los Angeles at a get together that Uncle Tony was throwing for some friends. Uncle Tony talked Jimmy into making me this guitar as a favor to Uncle Tony. It's very special to me. I used to sing to my Becky a lot, and then I would sing lullabies to Elise after she came along, and I always used this guitar. I'll start using it again regularly, now that Trish and Becca have brought the music back into my life."

Leyanni stopped in the flower garden to show Marsh where she had placed the picture of Becky and Elise. It was just to the left of the arch where Marsh and the girls would be standing. It was turned in a way that looked like Becky and Elise were watching the ceremony, but everyone in the audience could see them.

"Let's go talk to the guys," Leyanni suggested as she got back in the cart. Marsh got in beside her, and Leyanni drove down a couple hundred feet to the stage and dance floor that she had had brought in and set up at the edge of the coconut grove.

Out here on the open edge of the beach, the stage and dance floor looked small, but Marsh realized that the stage was every bit as big as a stage in a civic auditorium would be and the dance floor was the size of a high school gym floor. Marsh marveled at the resources Leyanni had at her disposal, and her ability to pull them together at a short notice. Marsh mentally thanked Jimmy for his ability to put the right people in the right positions.

On the stage the band consisted of a keyboard artist, two guitarists, a banjo player, a bass player, a fiddle player, a drummer, and a lead singer. There appeared to be a couple of back-up singers as well and there were several sound techs on stage and out around the periphery, working on speaker and monitor set ups. Marsh counted at least a dozen microphone locations, and figured there were more that he just hadn't noticed yet. Down at the control board Marsh saw several portable, wearable mics. He would want at least one of those, and would want a setup to plug into the hook-up he had for his guitar.

Marsh noticed that Holly, the DJ he had flown in for Terri, was working with a couple of the Turner sound techs, to get her equipment hooked into the larger system. Holly looked like a happy camper as she worked and as a couple of Leyanni's men helped her with any part of the work she asked them to do.

Leyanni introduced Marsh to Leyland Brooks; the band's lead singer and manager. She stepped back away and let Marsh discuss what he wanted to do and what he would like the band to do with/for him.

For his part, Leyland introduced Marsh to the rest of the band and to the band's one sound tech. The other techs were Turner employees, and Leyland was both impressed with and grateful for the deep resources that Leyanni had brought in.

Marsh asked Leyland about playing his song with him, and Leyland told him they knew the song well, and would be happy to accompany him.

Marsh saw Rosie down in one of the chairs near the back on the right side of the dance floor. He picked up one of the mics and asked her to come up on stage with him. Marsh and Rosie had been singing together for years, and Marsh asked her to sing with him again today.

Marsh also asked the sound techs to get his guitar hooked into the system, and put a portable headset mic on him. He would take it off after the practice, but it would be ready for him to wear when he came back.

When the techs had him all hooked up, Marsh began to pick his guitar, and he started to sing;

Like red on a rose When your lips first smiled at me....

Marsh went through the whole song once, and the sound guys made adjustments to all of the microphones and sound levels, taking notes so they could remember the settings when the actual performance took place.

Rosie sang the harmony parts that Marsh was so familiar with. Marsh's eyes were moist as they finished. It had been way too long since his sister and he had sung together.

After running through the song a second time, Marsh put his guitar on its stand and walked over to hug Rosie. "I'm sure glad to have you back little sister."

While Marsh had been singing, Dan Morrison and a group of his family and friends had walked down in front of the stage. After Marsh had worked out most of the details with Leyland and the sound techs, he walked off the stage and went to talk to Dan and the group that Dan had walked in with.

When Dan found out Marsh was planning on singing the song to Trish and Becca, he asked if Marsh thought the band would accompany him to sing a song to Kim and Beth during the father/bride dance. Marsh said, "Let's see." He turned and led Dan up on the stage.

Marsh picked up his guitar again, and asked Leyland about accompanying Dan. When Dan told Leyland the song he wanted to sing, Leyland told him that was THE most popular father/daughter dance song they did. He offered to have his wife do back-up vocals, with Dan, and with that, Marsh and the rest of the band led in with an intro. Leyland nodded to Dan, and they went through "Butterfly Kisses". Dan's smooth tenor voice was beautiful, and the people that were listening gave Dan a vigorous ovation. Dan went through the song a second time, just to be sure of himself, and it sounded even better the second time through.

When Dan was satisfied that he was comfortable with his song, he asked the sound techs if they thought everything was set-up OK, then walked off the stage.

Marsh walked back to the band, and handed his guitar to the lead guitar player.

"Oh man, Dr. Mitchel, It...."

Marsh interrupted Carlos. "It's Marsh. I'm just a man who puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like you do. Let's be friends and call each other by our given names, OK?"

"OK Marsh," Carlos replied. "But it's still an honor to be able to play your guitar. I'll cherish this night for a long time."

Marsh walked off the stage, and Carlos sat down on a stool and ran through a few of the songs they would be playing tonight with Marsh's guitar. 

Carlos spoke to Leyland. "Leyland, do you know what this thing is, and what it's worth?"

"I have no idea." Leyland honestly replied.

Carlos looked at him. "A custom one off from James D'Aquisto, is worth at least a half million dollars, and this one is really special with the autograph and all. There is a number inside that I can see. It says 01/001. That means it's the only one he made like it. This thing is really special, and it wouldn't surprise me if it would sell for over a million dollars at auction."

As Marsh walked up to the small group of friends around Dan Morrison, Jake Thompson stepped over and asked him, "Marsh did you hear that kid talking about your guitar?"

"I did, Jake. Why do you ask?

"Marsh I think he said your guitar is worth over a half million dollars, and it may even be worth over a million. Is he right?" Jake asked.

"He could be." Marsh replied nonchalantly. "He is in the business. He would know better than me. Why do you ask Jake?

"Well, ... I ... I just am surprised that you would leave something worth that kind of money out here, and let some kid that you don't even know play with it. You act so casual about things that some people are so uptight about."

It's a nice guitar, Jake. That kid is a guitar player, and even more, he knows guitars, and loves a special instrument. He'll probably take care of it as good as, or better than I will. It's a pleasure to hear a kid like him play a fine musical instrument. Jake, I play pretty good, but that kid is going to be on the level with Carlos Santana, and Jim Hall someday. He's good Jake. I want him to remember the day he got to play one of the best guitars in the world, even before he could afford to have one of his own. And Jake, He'll have a really good guitar someday. It may not be a million dollar guitar when he gets it, but with his talent, it will be worth that when he's done with it."

Leyanni walked over to the small group, and got everyone's attention. "I need Dan Morrison, Marsh Mitchel, Jimmy Turner, and Jake Thompson, to come with me. The rest of you should go up to the rec hall within the next half hour."

Leyanni was speaking in her "I'm in charge and you better do as I say!" voice. No one gave her a word of resistance. The four named victims followed meekly. They had no desire to choose off with the queen of the beach.

Leyanni led the guys to her golf cart, loaded them up, and drove them to her resort home. It was well hidden behind the marina, in a secluded grove of banana trees, orange trees, and pineapple plants. Marsh noticed that there were well camouflaged security personnel amongst the trees. He was fairly sure that though Jimmy probably knew they were there, Dan and Jake were most likely not paying enough attention to actually see the guys and gals that were making sure Leyanni was secure.

As he got out of Leyanni's cart, Marsh caught a glint off of a sniper's scope on an elevated crest above most, if not all of the resort. Marsh made a silent vow to hike up there so he could have the sniper's view of the resort. It gave Marsh a little bit of a comfort to know the sniper's nest was there and his family, friends and employees were being protected by one of the best.

Jimmy paused in mid step, and turned to Dan and Jake. "Did you see that?" he asked. "See what?" Dan and Jake asked at the same time. "Not a thing." Jimmy quickly replied, as Marsh chuckled.

"Private joke." Marsh interjected. "You had to be there." Now it was Jimmy's turn to chuckle.

Dan and Jake both looked from Marsh to Jimmy and back again with very suspicious looks on their faces. It was clear to both of them that Marsh and Jimmy had seen something that they had missed.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel



Her voice was tender, and her compassion was real. This time the pause was a little longer, and the silence was interrupted by a buzzer. Trish jumped up and picked up a phone. "This is Trish, What's up?" Marsh could hear a voice, but couldn't make out the contents of the brief message. "I'll be right out."

With that Trish told Marsh she would be right back, and walked quickly to the door that went from her apartment, to the hotel office. When she returned, she was shaking her head, and said, "There are some people you just can't please." Marsh just let it go at that, and took a sip of his water. As he started to set the glass down, Trish picked it up and went to the kitchen to refresh the ice, and refill the glasses.

Giving Marsh his water glass, Trish sat down on the couch, close to him. "Where were we?"

"Well I haven't moved, and you were over in that chair." Marsh pointed to the rocking chair. "And you never answered my question."

Trish nodded. "You're right. I'd like a little information first. When you asked the question, you clouded up, and looked like we were going have rain. What was that about?"

Marsh turned to face Trish. He bent one knee and pulled his leg up in front of himself.

"OK. You're right. Trish, we were having a nice conversation and I dug into something I thought might get me in trouble. I was watching your eyes to see if I was going to be in deeper than I would be able to get out. Your eyes reminded me of my wife's eyes. I think I should back up a bit."

"We've known each other for less than twelve hours. When I walked into this hotel, you walked out to the front desk. I took one look at you, and thought to myself, "I'd like a piece of that." I was not having pure thought s." 

"The first time you told me that if I needed anything you wanted me to just ask. I figured that was part of the welcome for all your guests. Then when I was leaving for dinner, you said it again, and I was planning to "get lucky" when I came down here with my laundry. I was planning to try to get in your panties."

"We've been sitting here getting to know each other, and I really want to get to know you now. In the last hour I have been reminded of how I should treat a lady, always. I was thinking of my late wife. Your eyes are so similar I thought you could be her sister. I don't want to jump in the sack and bang you like a cheap whore. I want to get to know you and if something stronger grows between us I'd like that. You're a beautiful woman, Trish, from the inside out, not just a pretty face, and hot body. Though, as I see it you have those, as well."

"Oh God Trish, I starting to go off on a wild tangent. You're gonna hate me before I get a chance to get to know the fantastic lady I'm learning to like. Shut up Mitchel. You're making an ass out of yourself." The last bit was Marshall muttering to himself.

Marsh reached out with his left hand and touched Trish's arm. "I'm sorry Trish. I get emotional when I think about Becky and Elise. It seems I just start babbling." Marsh closed his eyes and hung his chin on his chest.

Trish leaned forward, put her left hand on Marsh's leg, and with her right hand she lifted Marsh's chin. She waited for Marsh to open his eyes, before speaking to him.

"Marshall Mitchel, Stop beating yourself up. You are not babbling, and you are certainly not going to make me hate you. You are opening up and sharing emotions. I like it. Now maybe I should answer your original question. I know now, a bit of where it came from."

"I meant what I said, the way you took it. I wanted you to come in here and bang me like the cheap whore you were talking about. Now you've treated me like a lady, and I'm not even sure how to act. You see Marsh, I've been the cheap whore, more than you can imagine. Let me start near the beginning."

"My mother died of breast cancer, when I was ten. My father started drinking and started to abuse me. He got me pregnant when I was twelve, and I ran away from him. I had twins just after I turned thirteen. I was way too young, so the twins were adopted out. No one wanted two babies, so they went to two different couples, and I have no idea where they went."

"My mom's brother started to try to take care of me. My drunken father killed himself in a late night car crash. And since I had no respect for myself I turned into the cheap slut that banged the football team, in high school, and whoever else wanted an easy lay." I was into and out of relationships several times a year or a month however it worked out."

"Uncle Jimmy kept trying to help me, and finally six years ago I got beat up pretty bad by some guy I didn't even know, but was fucking anyway. I woke up in the hospital. Uncle Jimmy took me home. Had a nurse come in to take care of me, and when I was able, he gave me a job at his hotel, as a maid. I've kept out of trouble since then, and worked my way up to manager here. I haven't been with a man since I got out of the hospital."

"When you walked into the lobby, I saw a big, strong, nice looking guy. I started to feel things, and reacted by thinking I could seduce you." Uncle Jimmy has been trying to help me build up my self-respect. I have never had much of that since daddy used me as his personal sex slave. Now you've gone and told me I'm beautiful from the inside out, and now I want to get to know you, too. I still want to be with you, but it's not the same drive as it was."

Trish's eyes were misty by this time and Marsh reach over, picked her up, and pulled her into his lap. His arms went around Trish, pulling her head down to his chest. Marsh hugged her to him and placed a kiss on Trish's forehead. 

"Trish, don't ever let me treat you like a cheap whore. I would gladly make slow passionate love to you, but I never want to treat you like less than a lady. Now I've got to ask you another personal question."

"Do you have protection? I like you too much not to use it. We've known each other for almost twelve hours. I think I know you well enough to trust you, but not to trust me."

Trish looked up at Marsh with a bit of a smile, and Marsh brushed her hair and tears off of her face.

"Are you gonna try playing the doctor card on me now? Give me the safety lecture I didn't get before daddy got me pregnant?"

"Trish, you were a kid. Your father should have protected you. Instead he took advantage of you. It's a good thing he killed himself, or I'd have to take care of that. By the way, you said Uncle Jimmy, who is your uncle?"

"Uncle Jimmy is James Turner. He told me you were coming here, and told me to give you the royal treatment. He left out the part about you being so nice to look at. And he certainly didn't tell me you would be so nice to me. Most of the guys he warns me about, because they are the former military guys that work for him. I thought you would be one of those guys. I've been able to avoid getting involved with them, so far. You're different."

"Thank you, I think," replied Marshal. "Oh yeah, about the playing doctor thing. That sounds like something I did long before I got my MD, and if I remember correctly, with the right girls, it was a lot of fun."

Trish slapped Marshall on the shoulder. "You are a bad boy, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but as Tim would say, I'm a real good man," came Marshall's quick response. "On that note, I think I should finish folding my laundry, and take my dog out for a little walk, and he'll probably like a chance to water somebody's tire, or a tree."

Marsh held Trish to him as he stood up. He gave her a chance to put her feet on the floor, and bent enough to look her straight in the eyes. "Would you mind if I kiss you?"

"Oh God, no." Trish returned Marshall's look. "Please, I was hoping you would."

Marsh's lips brushed Trish's cheek, as his right thumb lightly caressed her bottom lip. He replaced his thumb with his lips, and a quick, gentle kiss was followed with another not as gentle, then Marsh's tongue began to brush Trish's lips, which opened to allow Marsh to polish her teeth a little before they were both waging a war in each other's mouth. 

Marsh's hands caressed lightly down, and back up Trish's back. Her arms were around Marsh's neck, and her fingers were running through his shoulder length hair.

Marsh stopped his hands at Trish's waist, and pulled his face back away far enough to inhale a deep breath. "Wow! A guy could get addicted to your kisses in a big hurry. Can I talk you into walking with me? I need to let Wolf out. I'd like to continue this experience though. I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

Trish smiled up at Marsh's happy face. "I'd love to give you a tour of our parking lot, Marsh. Maybe we can call it a security check, and you can write off the expense of the trip." Trish kept her arms around Marsh's neck. "By the way, what was the hard object poking me in the butt, while I was sitting on your lap?"

Marsh reached up and took Trish's hands from behind his head. Letting one drop, he held the other and led Trish to her laundry room. "I got clothes to fold. You are welcome to watch, or join the fun, but it needs to be done. I hope you don't mind."

Again Trish returned Marsh's smile. She stepped beside him and between the two of them they had his clean clothes folded in short order. The clothes were stacked in his laundry bag. And the two of them walked out the door, down the hall, and towards Marsh's suite.

Wolf jumped up and greeted them as they walked into the room. Marshall said "Hi" to his dog, and invited Trish to have a seat, while he put the clothes away. She followed him into the bedroom, plopped down on the end of his bed, and watched him put some stuff in the dresser and hang up the rest.

Wolf had followed them into the bedroom. He jumped up on the bed behind Trish. As Marsh was hanging his clothes in the closet, Trish gave a short gasp. Wolf had pushed his cold nose under her arm, and lifted it to get her hand up where he could lay his head on her leg, with Trish's hand on his head.

Marsh laughed. "You're looking to score too, aren't you old boy?" 

Trish brushed her hand down Wolf's back, and lifted it back to his head. After repeating that motion a couple times, Trish settled her hand on the big dog's neck, and scratched him behind his ears. 

"Obliviously a boy," Trish laughed. He's just working on getting the girl's hands on him. What's he gonna look for next? Have you taught him to put his big paws under the girl's shirt?"

"Of course not, he's a dog. Next step is to get his nose in your crotch, and sniff your butt." Marsh laughed, but if looks could kill, the next one he got from Trish would have at least put him in the ICU.

Marsh stepped out of the closet. How 'bout it Wolf? You ready to take this young lady out to the parking lot and show her your bed, in the back of the truck?"

Marsh reached for Trish's hand, and pulled her lightly off the bed. Wolf jumped down and ran to the door. Marsh and Trish followed him and opened the door to the hallway. The door to the parking lot was almost across from Marsh's room, and the three of them were outside in short order. Wolf headed straight to a tree on the other side of the lot. Marsh led Trish over to the back of his truck, pushed the button to unlock it, and opened both of the back end gates.

He grabbed Wolf's nerf football, and when Wolf came back to the truck, Marsh threw it as far down the lot as he could. Wolf was off at a dead run, immediately. 

Marsh hopped on the tailgate, and pulled Trish to him. She stood between Marsh's knees, and leaned into his chest. Marsh's arms were around her waist, and their lips lightly touched in a soft kiss, interrupted quickly by the return of the big dog with his football.

Marsh alternated between throwing Wolf's football, and kissing Trish. "Not a bad way to spend my time at that," he thought.

When Wolf jumped up in the truck bed and went to his water bottle Marsh just spent a little more time kissing Trish. "Mmmm, moaned Marsh. "A good dog and a good woman. A guy could do a lot worse." This time he spoke out loud, and tightened his hug with Trish. "If I die tonight, I'll die a happy man."

Trish backed her face a few inches away from Marsh. "A nice guy, that knows how to treat a woman, ain't so bad either. The good dog is a bit of an interruption, but I guess it's not that bad if the guy is good looking as well."

"Don't go trying to swell my head, now." Marsh told her. My hat's tight enough just like it is."

"By the way Mr. Fat Head, you never did tell me what was poking me in the butt."

"I guess I didn't, did I? Are you sure you want to know? You may not be ready for the big girl stuff." Marsh smiled at Trish. "I guess you're gonna find out sooner or later, anyway. You may as well hear about it now." Marsh paused then continued. It's kind of a multiple choice answer though. Under the shirt, but outside the belt, there's a little brass star. Inside the waistband of the jeans there's a Sig Sauer P229, forty cal. I don't advertise it a lot, but it makes me feel a little better prepared. Just in case something comes up. I usually take them off when I'm gonna be sucking on a pretty girl's face. I just forgot, again.

Trish backed a little farther away. "You're a cop?"

"Ah, the paperwork says something about reserve deputy, San Bernardino County Sheriff. All that really means is I get to play cops and robbers, with the big boys sometimes. In reality they call it "tactical medicine" and the real cops have somebody to put band aids on them when they fall down and scratch their knees. Most of their mommies won't come out and play with them anymore. "

Trish stepped back again and lifted the hem of Marsh's shirt. "Shit Marsh, you aren't kidding. That thing is really hidden well. I'd never have guessed it was there, if I hadn't been sitting on it. Wow! I never kissed a cop before. I tried to seduce a few, when they were "interfering" with my extracurricular activities. That never seemed to work out."

"Well then," Marsh asked. It must not be too offensive, eh? You've come back for more. Come to think of it, I've never kissed a hotel manager either. I like it."

Before Trish could respond, Marsh pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. Marsh slid off of the tailgate without interrupting the kiss, pushing Trish back in the process. He finally had to break away to turn around and close up the truck.

Wolf had jumped out, and Marsh pushed the alarm button, locking the truck. "Let's go back inside. I've had a long day. A really nice day, but long."

Marsh's card key unlocked the side door of the hotel, and then his suite. As Marsh and Trish followed Wolf into the room, Marsh waited till they were in the living room to turn Trish into him again. He put his hands on Trish's shoulders and held her at his arm's length. He looked into her eyes for a few minutes, before he started to talk.

"Trish, I want you to stay here with me tonight. We, ... should I say I, have to be good and control myself, but I would love to have your warm body next to me tonight. I think I would really like to wake up to your smile and bright green eyes in the morning, too. It's been a long time."

Trish's eyes got misty as she looked up at Marsh. She could see love and concern in his face. "Marsh?" there was a question in Trish's voice, it trembled as she continued. "In forty four years, I've never been in bed with a man that didn't want to fuck my brains out and then run. The only one I can remember that was there in the morning was my father, and I hated him. I'm scared shitless but I want to be with you, too."

Marsh took Trish's hand, and led her into the bedroom. "Looks like you're on the couch, Wolf. I told you if I ever get lucky again, you'd be out in a heartbeat."

Trish laughed out loud. "You really put a lot into your relationship with that animal, don't you?"

Marsh turned his head, put his finger up to his lips, and hissed. "Shhh, don't say that too loud. Wolf doesn't know he's an animal. If he hears you say that, it'll hurt his feelings."

"I don't have any pajamas in your room Marsh; whatever am I going to wear, to bed?" Trish gave Marsh her best confused little girl face.

Marsh put his hand lightly on Trish's cheek. "There, there, honey. Don't cry. The big police man won't let you go naked. He's got a nice big, extra shirt that you can use as a night gown." Marsh's eyes twinkled at her, and he bent down to give her a quick peck on the cheek that didn't have his hand on it.

Trish let her face relax, with a contented look. "Oh goody, I've never been naked in bed with a police man, before."

Marsh let his thumb slide down Trish's cheek, and lightly brushed it across her lips. "On a serious note Trish, you are beautiful. I'm going to really enjoy having your friendship and your company tonight. That dog just doesn't come close."

Trish backed up a step, and slapped Marsh's arm again. "Oh yeah, compare me to your dog, will you? So much for you getting lucky tonight. You're out on the couch with your dog, buddy." She tried to say that with a straight face, but couldn't. Her mouth curled at the corners, and her smile told Marsh she really wasn't mad.

"You are absolutely correct, young lady! There is no comparison. You are prettier hands down." Marsh bent again and kissed Trish hard and deep. "And, you are a hell of a lot better kisser."

Trish melted into Marsh's chest. "I'm scared, Marsh. I don't know if I can do this."

Marsh smiled at Trish. "Trust me. I'm a doctor. Seriously Trish, if you don't want to stay, I may not like it now, but I'll still respect you in the morning. And I'll still want your company at breakfast."

Marsh pulled Trish tight. He kissed the top of her forehead, and let his hands move up her back, to massage her shoulders. Trish held on to Marsh, and softly began to purr. 

"Marshall", she said, "you sure know the right things to say and do." Trish pushed herself away from Marsh. "That bed of yours is calling me. Where's that shirt you promised me?

Marsh stepped over to the closet, and picked out a light blue, short sleeved, western, dress shirt. 

"Ah," Trish looked at the shirt, then at Marsh. "Snaps, eh? You want to be able to rip it off quick, if you need to?"

"Well, that is one advantage, but it's the only kind of dress shirts I wear, and it will definitely look classy on you. As a matter of fact, I'll wager my next paycheck, it looks better on you, than it does on me."

"That is subject to debate. " Trish held the shirt up to Marsh. "From my viewpoint, it would look pretty good on you." 

"So are you gonna undress yourself and put it on, or do you want me to do it for you?" Marsh was pulling his own shirt up over his head, and tossed it to the floor of the closet. He opened one of the dresser drawers, and pulled out a pair of light shorts. Unbuckling his belt Marsh stepped out of his jeans, and his briefs. The badge stayed on his belt, but he took the Sig out of the holster, and placed it on the bedside stand.

Trish sucked in a deep breath. "Oh," she exclaimed, as Marsh stepped into his sleep shorts. That looked nice, what I saw of it, anyway."

"Thanks girl!" It's nice to be appreciated. Now then, are you getting changed? Am I changing you? Or are you going to go home?"

Marsh saw the indecision on Trish's face. Her voice trembled a little as she asked, "Will you do it? My hands are a little shaky. I've had a lot of men rip my clothes off, but I've never had someone remove them like a gentleman.

Marsh reached for the hem of Trish's shirt. He gently lifted the shirt over her head, and Trish lifted her arms so he could take it off of her. He turned Trish around, and grasped the hooks on the back of her bra. When he unsnapped it, Trish let the bra slide down her arms and tossed it on the chair she was standing next to. Marsh picked the dress shirt off of the bed, and slipped it on her from the back, covering her front with the shirt, before he turned her back around to face him. He snapped the shirt from above her breasts, to below her waist, then he unbuttoned her shorts, and let them fall down her shapely legs to the floor.




A New Life for Dr. Mitchel



Marsh got a quick glance at the pretty sapphire blue satin panties that hugged Trish's hips, and disappeared between her legs. "Oh girl," Marsh was almost whispering. "You look good enough to eat."

Trish got a faraway look in her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up at Marsh. "Marsh she began. "Please don't laugh at me. I'm scared again. I've heard of guys "eating out" a girl. But I've never known what it was." 

"Oh baby girl." Marsh sat down beside Trish and wrapped her in his arms again. "Have the guys made you suck their cocks?"

"Sure." Trish replied quickly. "Most of them want you to give them a blow job. And they get really mad if you don't swallow their load."

"And none of them has ever gone down on you and licked your pussy, or your clit?"

"Never. You mean there are guys that actually do that?" Trish looked totally surprised, when Marsh nodded.

"Trish, I hate to have to ask, but do you scream when you have an orgasm?

Trish looked down again, and shook her head. "I wouldn't know, Marsh. I don't think I've ever had one. At least not that I know about. How can you tell?"

Trish was serious. Marsh squeezed Trish tightly, and placed a kiss on the top of her head again. Then Marsh stood up, and took Trish's hand. He lifted her to her feet, and told her to stand tight for a couple of seconds.

Marsh turned down the top sheet and the blanket. He turned back to Trish, and put one arm around her back, and the other he wrapped under her legs. He picked her up, pulled her close and kissed her. Then Marsh put one knee on the bed, and gently placed Trish down in the middle of the king sized bed. He stepped back and turned off the lights, and then lay down beside Trish.

Turning on his side, Marsh put one arm under Trish's shoulders, and put his other over her body, at about her waist. "Trish," Marsh questioned. Do you trust me at all?"

"Huh," Trish huffed. "You're a doctor. Now I've just learned you're a cop. You stripped my clothes off of me, and I'm lying in the middle of your bed, and you have to ask if I trust you. God, you are dense."

"OK girl, get ready for the ride of your life."

Marsh sat up beside Trish, and turned her over on her belly. He moved his hands up, and began to massage her scalp. Marsh's big hands were strong but gentle, as he worked them across, and back Trish's head, and down her neck. He took time massaging her temples and around her ears. As Marsh worked down Trish's neck, and his fingers worked magic on her shoulders, Trish began to moan softly.

"Oh Marsh," she whispered, "That feels sooo good."

Marsh put his head down by Trish's neck and whispered in her ear. "That's the idea babe. You're gonna be nothing but a puddle on the sheet, when I get done with you."

Marsh lifted his right leg, and put it over Trish, so he had one knee on each side of her waist. His fingers massaged down each arm, and he massaged each of her fingers, individually. When he had worked down each arm and hand, Marsh continued to work his way down her back. He was thorough, and made sure he left no place untouched. His hands were experienced, and he knew where to exert harder pressure, and where to be gentle.

As Marsh worked his way down Trish's body, he slid his legs down the bed. By the time his hands were at Trish's waist, the shirt she was wearing started to get in the way, so Marsh pushed it up above her waist and she was left covered by the tiny blue panties that Marsh had left on her. 

Trish started to squirm a little and her breathing got deeper as Marsh worked his magic fingers down her ass cheeks. His thumbs slipped in and out of the crack between her cheeks, and opened and closed it as they rubbed back and forth. Those thumbs also went in and out from under the pretty blue panties that were the only covering she had below her waist, and his fingers kneaded her soft ass cheeks.

"Ooohhh Marsh" Trish whispered, almost moaned.

"Yeass. Marsh replied.

"Just Marrshhh," was her reply. 

Marsh's hands got to the crease where Trish's legs joined her hips. His thumbs now worked intermittently into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He brushed the edges of her outer labia, in soft gentle strokes. 

Trish started to quiver with excitement. Her whole body seemed to be super sensitized, and where ever Marsh touched felt like pins and needles. Her pussy tightened, and convulsed. Trish moaned, and the moan turned into a screamed. "OOOOHHHHHH Marssshhhh!"

"Desired effect," Marsh bent down by Trish's ear and whispered. "Just wait, baby girl. The best is yet to come."

Marsh's hands continued to massage back and forth across and down Trish's legs. His fingers kneaded her soft skin, as her body responded to him. Marsh knew he was giving Trish something she had needed and deserved for years, and it made him feel great.

When Marsh's hands got to the back of Trish's knees, he pulled his fingers up, to lightly scratch/tickle her skin. Trish wiggled her hips on the bed, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Ooohh. You're gonna drive me crazy, Marsh."

"Just you wait, sweetheart. I'm barely getting started." Marsh knew he had this beauty right where he wanted her.

Trish started to relax just a little, as Marsh worked the back of her trim, firm, calves. His strong hands were gently taking any outside tension from her with amazing skill.

At Trish's feet, Marsh worked his hands together as he rubbed the top and bottom of each foot at the same time. He spread her toes, and gently massaged each one. 

When Marsh finished with both of Trish's feet, he moved back up beside her on the bed. OK, baby doll, let's get you rolled over. We've got to do your front side now. 

With that Marsh reached down and took hold of Trish's hips. He lifted her lower body, and turned her over. Trish used her hands to assist with her head and shoulders. Her eyes opened, and Trish looked up at Marsh. The lights were off, but there was a bit of light creeping into the room from the bright lights outside in the parking lot. Trish saw a loving smile on Marsh's face. She sighed softly, and closed her eyes again, as Marsh lifted his hands to the top of her forehead.

The light touch was definitely the right touch. Marsh's fingers softly brushed her forehead and cheeks. He very softly brushed his thumbs over her eye lids, and then massaged her lips. His hands continued down over Trish's chin, and back to her ears. He massaged behind her ears, and massaged her ear lobes between his thumbs and index fingers.

Trish started to purr, again. "Mmmmmm, OOOOhhhh, Ahhhhhh." Almost too quiet to hear, but Marsh did hear, and knew he was doing just what he wanted to do.

As Marsh continued to massage slowly down to Trish's shoulders, the shirt he had put on her earlier started to get in the way. Marsh gently unsnapped the front of the shirt, one snap at a time. He opened the shirt but left it on Trish's arms. It was out of the way. For the first time Marsh's eyes took in the beautiful orange sized globes, with dark pink areola. There was almost no sag noticeable. 

Marsh's hands went back to work massaging down the front of Trish's shoulders. As he moved down to the top side of her breasts Marsh was careful not to follow his urge to grab her tits and squeeze. He continued to gently move his hands from side to side, and softly knead her silky skin. 

The heels of his hands were first to brush past her hardening nipples. It was Marsh's turn to sigh. "Mmmmm, those are really nice baby girl."

"Thanks, big guy. I've tried to stay in shape, but those are just what the good Lord gave me. One hundred percent natural."

"I like them, just the way they are." Marsh continued to massage Trish's naked breasts. Trish shuddered and gasped. "Ooohhh!" Mash kept moving, working his way down, and slowly massaging her abdomen from the middle out to almost her back. 

As Marsh's hands moved below her naval, Trish started to move again. Her hips started to gently rock and move side to side. Marsh was sitting on Trish's legs, so she couldn't get away. His hands moved down, and he tried to avoid her clit and pussy. Marsh wanted to save that for last. His thumbs massaged the inside of her thighs, and Trish felt another orgasm boil through her body.

Marsh tried to keep his hands on Trish's thighs as she shook, and moaned in sexual satisfaction. "That's it baby girl. Just let go, and enjoy yourself. Lord knows I'm having a good time." 

Trish lifted her eye lids enough to look at Marsh's face. She saw and felt his love, and closed her eyes again, preferring to concentrate on feeling his gentle hands on her body.

Marsh massaged down Trish's legs again, working the front as he had done in the back. Again Marsh used both hands on each foot. As he finished her feet, Marsh started to lightly massage back up to Trish's knees.

Now he changed things up. Marsh reached down to Trish's ankles, and lifted her legs, pushing them apart, and moving his hands down to her knees. 

Marsh started to kiss Trish's legs from her knees to her thighs. Working back and forth from side to side, and tickling her skin with his tongue. 

Soon Marshall's lips were as far down Trish's thighs as they could go. He could smell her arousal and the sides of his cheeks were brushing Trish's soaked, blue panties. His hands reached up to Trish's hips, hooked the waist band, and pulled the panties up her legs. He lifted the panties over her feet, and tossed them to the side of the bed.

Marsh turned to face the beautiful pussy than was open in front of him. There was no hair anywhere he could see. His nose moved down and Marsh inhaled deeply, loving the essence of the turned on female in front of him.

Now Marsh got serious with his next task. He turned his head side to side and lowered his face so that his nose softly brushed across Trish's pussy lips. As he moved up, Marsh extended his tongue and brushed that across the soft flesh. He then flattened his tongue, and licked from Trish's tight star to the top of her pussy lips.

Trish seemed to go ballistic. Her hips lifted off the bed, and her body trembled as orgasmic spasms tightened her pussy muscles and a scream erupted from her mouth. "OOOHHH My GOD! Marsh, oh Marsh. MMMMMmmmmMMMMMM. 

Marsh held on to Trish's legs and continued to lick the outside of her pussy. "Oh God, Marsh. Please stop. No. No, don't stop. OOOHHHH, Marsh."

Trish put her legs down with her feet flat on the bed, and Marsh pushed them open so he could keep his tongue in contact with Trish's super sensitive pussy. He slipped his thumbs down and separated her lips, allowing his tongue to dip into her crack. He licked up, and circled her clit. Trish started to quiver again, as Marsh let his tongue brush lightly over the top of her clit. One more time Marsh lightly brushed his tongue over that excited little nub, before Trish exploded again. 

Trish stiffened, and squeezed her legs tight against Marsh's head. Since there was nothing else Marsh could do, he continued to lap his tongue from top to bottom in Trish's now sodden pussy. Feeling Trish relax, though only slightly, Marsh brought his tongue up to Trish's clit again, and slipped two fingers deep into Trish's hot pussy.

What happened next surprised both Marsh and Trish. 

Trish started to scream unintelligibly. Her hips lifted off the bed, and her legs stiffened straight up.

Marsh felt Trish's G-spot and continued to massage it. He kept his tongue in contact with her clit, and Trish's body spasm kept it moving around stimulating a continuous orgasm. Marsh felt a shower of liquid on his hand that splashed up on his chin. Trish squirted what felt like quarts of thick, milky fluid into Marsh's hand and face.

Marsh swallowed all he could, and licked his hand, Trish's pussy, and her thighs. There seemed to be female pussy juice everywhere. Marsh feasted on it.

For her part, Trish writhed with ecstasy. Marsh slowed his movements as Trish went limp. Her voice went silent, and except for occasional muscle spasms, she was limp.

Marsh sat up beside the passed out female. He reached over to the bedside stand and picked up the towel he had placed there before getting undressed. He wiped his mouth and chin, and then began to gently wipe Trish's legs, her pussy, down to her ass crack. She was soaked.

Marsh watched Trish breathe, and when he was sure there were no major complications, Marsh quickly stepped to the bathroom, turned on the bathroom light, and brought back another towel. He folded this towel in half, and slipped it under Trish's ass. There was a wet spot, on the bed, a foot in diameter.

As Marsh watched Trish breathe, he reached out and pulled the edges of his shirt together. As he got to the bottom snap, Trish's eye lids flickered then opened wide. Her body quivered again, and she shook her head briefly, as if to wake herself.

Marsh reached out and cradled Trish's face in his right hand. His thumb brushed lightly across her bottom lip. "Are you be OK, baby?" Marsh's face reflected the concern in his voice.

"Oh God," Trish whispered. "I'm way beyond OK. What the hell did you do to me? I've NEVER been this OK in my life."

Marshall smiled down at Trish. So was your first orgasm pleasant enough to do it again sometime?"

"Marsh, you can do that to me any time you want to." Trish paused, and then asked, what happened just before I passed out? I think I peed on you."

"Baby some girls squirt. You're one of those. I happen to like it. I should tell you I love the taste and smell of you. You're exquisite."

Marsh put his head down on the pillow next to Trish. "I think maybe we should try to get a couple hours of sleep, girl. I've been having a very fun night, but you wore me out."

"I wore you out?" Trish almost had her full voice back. "What about me?"

"Hey there, sweetheart. I warned you, remember. I told you that you were going to be a puddle on the sheet."

"Wow! You weren't lying. I'm wasted."

"Good. You deserve to be worn out in a good way for a change. That was fun."

"But you didn't cum, did you?" Asked Trish, with some concern in her voice. 

"No," Marsh said. "But this wasn't about me. This was all about your first FUN sexual experience. Did it work out for you, that way?"

"Yes! Yes in a big way, Marsh. Thank you so much." Trish turned towards Marsh, and moved her face close enough to kiss him. It was a soft, almost lazy kiss, but with a whole lot of emotion. So much emotion, that Trish began to cry softly.

Marsh hugged her close and they both relaxed enough to fall asleep, with Marsh's arms around Trish.

Marsh woke up slowly. He wasn't alone. There was a warm body next to him. Marsh suddenly remembered last night, and was instantly wide awake. Trish was sleeping peacefully in his arms. She had turned in the night, and Marsh was spooned tightly behind her. 

Marsh leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Trish's neck, just behind her ear. A sleepy voice whispered, "You can wake me up like that any time."

"Believe me girl, I can't think of a much better way to wake up myself."

Marsh rolled Trish over towards himself, and looked into her blue-green eyes. Marsh leaned forward again, and kissed Trish softly on her lips. 

Marsh broke the kiss quicker than he really wanted to. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I need to get up. I don't want to lay here with you in a big wet spot." I'd like to continue this activity at a later time though. When I'm finished with my call, I have a friend in the other room that probably has the same need. Marsh smiled at Trish as he slid his arm out from under her and rolled off the bed."

Marsh went into the bathroom and started to pee. He heard Trish moving in the other room, and she walked into the bathroom behind him. He felt Trish's arms wrap around his chest and her nipples pushed into his back. "I'd like to use that when you're done," she said. 

Marsh finished peeing, and shook his dick a couple times. He stepped back away from the toilet, and let Trish sit down. Marsh tossed his sleep shorts towards the bed, and stepped over to the shower. "I'd really like you to join me in here," he said as he adjusted the water.

I'd like that, too," Trish smiled at Marsh as she started to unsnap his shirt. Trish tore a small piece of toilet paper off the roll, wiped her pussy quickly, and tossed Marsh's shirt towards the bed, like Marsh had done with his shorts.

The shower in this suite was big enough for both of them, and Trish followed Marsh under the warm spray. "Marsh?" There was a question mark in Trish's voice.

"Yeasss." Marsh stretched his answer.

Trish looked up at Marshall's face. "I just wanted to ask, how is it that we are so comfortable with each other? I've been ashamed to be seen by a man, for a long time. I was afraid that I would get raped or beaten, if I didn't fuck them at the drop of a hat, so to speak. My protection was offering a guy a blowjob. I was a little afraid last night. This morning I feel totally comfortable being naked with you. And you don't seem the least bit shy. Are you some kind of exhibitionist, or something?"

"Trish, you make me feel comfortable around you. You could pass for my Becky's big sister. Your eyes are so close to the same as hers, it's scary. The rest of you is similar enough that I feel right at home. Becky wasn't a squirter, but a lot of your responses are similar. I guess some of that could be just a female response, but, God Trish, you do sure make me comfortable with you.

Marsh reached behind Trish, and picked up his shampoo. "Are you really picky about your soap, and shampoo? Or can I just wash you with what I've got?"

Trish smiled up at Marsh. "So now you're gonna just take over, and service my needs in here, too? As I recall, you did a pretty good job of servicing me last night, well, this morning really."

Marsh poured some of the shampoo in his hand, and worked it around, in both hands, then began to work the shampoo into her hair and massaged it into her scalp. As Marsh finished up her hair, he pulled Trish back into the shower spray, and began to rinse it out. "Do you usually do the wash, rinse, and repeat, routine? I usually don't, but that's on account of I wash my hair every day."

Trish turned around to face Marsh, and snuggled up tight. "I don't usually wash my hair every day," she replied, "nor do I do the wash, rinse, repeat, routine. But this is pleasant enough so I'll let you do whatever you want." Trish stood on her tip toes, and kissed Marsh, long and slow. This time Trish took the lead, and her tongue slipped into Marsh's mouth. 

As Trish's tongue tried to polish Marsh's tonsils, Marsh felt his cock start to move against her inner thighs. Trish pulled back from her kiss, only far enough to speak. "That doesn't feel like your Sig, or your badge." Her hand slipped down between them, and her fingers wrapped around his growing penis. Trish slid her hand up and down his shaft, as she looked into Marsh's eyes.

"I don't suppose it does baby girl." It is a loaded weapon though, so you best be careful. It's been known to explode, with no warning. I haven't practiced with it for a few years, so I don't know if I can control it as good as I should."

Trish giggled and got down on her knees in front of Marsh. "I haven't practiced in a lot of years either," Trish laughed, but I think I know how to handle one of these weapons." 

Trish licked the end of Marsh's cock, like a lollipop. Her mouth opened and she slid his cock between her lips. Her left hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft, her right hand cupped his balls, and she slid her mouth down his shaft. When Marsh's tip touched the back of Trish's throat, she kept going down till her lips were at the base of his cock. Her tongue worked the shaft, and Trish slowly started a return to the head of his cock.