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Jake's Reward

By: Stor Glycka



JAKE'S REWARD (Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining)

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my very first attempt at writing and has taken quite awhile for me to put my thoughts into words. I have, while in the process of writing this story, written one short story that has already been posted. I always have had a rather vivid imagination and a romantic at heart. As such, I hope you all enjoy my work.

It's a story about a mans' life, a cloud of troubles that overshadows it, and the sliver lining that he finds. It is completely fictional and was written purely for the enjoyment of other viewers. It combines original ideas, which form the plot. All characters within this story are fictional regardless of the fact that they may portrait real people. The places, establishments, and different locale are real and were found during my background research.

As usual, if you are not eighteen then you need to exit from this site etc., etc., etc.



Jake's Reward



Returning on Sunday afternoon, Tim met me at the airport where we had a short meeting where he delivered the remaining background research information on Cathy's various lovers. As a result, when I returned home that evening from Dulles, I was in a very good state of mind. After I unpacked, I went out to get myself a drink, asking Cathy if she wanted one. She declined, stating that she had gone out with some friends from work and had had too much to drink. While I fixed myself an Absolute and tonic, I noticed that all of my Scotch, especially my Glenn Fiddich single malt 30-year-old Scotch, was gone. I had full bottles when I left earlier in the week. While fixing my drink, I caught a glimpse of Cathy in the mirror. All of a sudden she had turned pale as a ghost and started sweating and appeared very anxious. Apparently, she had forgotten to replace all the liquor that had been consumed while I was away. She visibly relaxed when I purposefully refused to comment on the absence of my Scotch. After fixing my drink, I went to sit down and talk with Cathy. 

"Cathy, you really must have had on hell of a party last night because you look like death warmed over right now."

"Yeah, I really feel like shit. I think I'm going back to bed for the rest of the day, if you don't mind. I need to recover for work in the morning"

As she went off to the bedroom, I replied "No, go right ahead." Thinking to myself, 'You do need to recuperate for work tomorrow but it's not from getting drunk'.

This gave me the opportunity to review the information, which included several revealing photographs and the negatives of all the men, which Tim had given me. Thus allowing me to finalize my plans for exacting revenge on all parties involved. 

I contacted my lawyer, James Bernstein who was a classmate of my late Uncle Ken, in order to have him take possession of the two most incriminating videos of the two men who had started Cathy down the road of her own self-destruction. With this accomplished, I met with all my friends to let them know what was going to happen. I enlisted and coordinated their help for packing and moving my possessions as well as a place to stay while I got reorganized. My next appointment was with the apartment manager to turn in my notice not to renew my lease, to settle all my utility accounts as to when to discontinue service and to rent a storage unit.

With everything in place, it was time to start contacting the men I had selected. There were sixteen different men that Cathy had been fucking behind my back – all were very rich and powerful individuals in extremely high profile jobs, all connected to one another in some sort or another. If exposed to their spouses, they all stood to loose not only the money behind them but their standing in society. Eleven of the sixteen had "Prenuptial Agreements" that would ultimately ruin them if exposed. The remaining five, if exposed, stood to loose at the least and probably more than half of their fortunes. 

My course of action was simple. I contracted the services of a local lawyer to make appointments for me with these 14 individuals. I would then meet with them and make my sales pitch. During my appointment, I introduced myself telling them that I would only take a few minutes of their time, then make my presentation saying "Please hear my investment proposition out completely before you render a decision – one that could that could turn out to be financially devastating for you. I have here an investment packet for sale. This is a one time only offer with a fixed price. Now I would like to show you a sample of my investment proposition and the cost." At this point, I handed over 3 very graphic and revealing pictures with $300,000.00 on a label. I then would identify the time, place and people in the picture.

Every single last one of them asked the same question – "What if I choose not to purchase your product?" My answer was that before I left their office building, a package would be delivered to their respective wives and that they had only five minutes to make a decision before I walked out. I also told them exactly where and what their spouses were doing at that moment. They all very quickly saw the light, to coin an expression. A general sales contract was provided, signed and notarized. Upon completion, I gave instructions as to how payment was to be accomplished and receipt of the merchandise facilitated. Once confirmation of payment into my Zurich accounts was confirmed they received the pictures, videos, and negatives. The funds were immediately transferred into my accounts in the Camayan Islands. After the last transfer, I started the last phase of my revenge on the remaining two men.

What Tim didn't know was that from the very beginning, I recognized one of the men Cathy was fucking behind my back, a lawyer by the name of Raymond I. Dickinson, who's specialty was Anti-Trust law. He was the husband of Angelique J. Chamberlain. The CEO and president of the law firm that Cathy worked at. I suspected it was Raymond who, for what ever reason, seduced Cathy.

It was May 1st and with only five weeks left in my lease, I met with my lawyer James Bernstein to have a long talk about the two videos he had in his possession and my plans on how to deal with their potentially explosive nature. After laying out my plans in detail, James applauded and whole heartedly agreed my course of action. James, who knew Angelique through professional circles, called her to set up a meeting in his office the following noon. Apologizing for such short notice but said that it was very important. He went on to explain to her a brief overview of tomorrow's meeting. 

"By the way Ms. Chamberlain, do you know a Richard LeBell?"

Ms. Chamberlain replied that not only did she know Mr. LeBell, who was a divorce lawyer, professionally but that she and her husband were friends with Rick and Jessica LeBell. James went on to explain that what I had to share with her, impacted just as much with Mrs. LeBell and could she arrange to have Jessica attend the meeting with her also. Ms. Chamberlain said that she would make sure that Mrs. LeBell would attend.

The next day I called in sick to work and so arrived at James' office early. He briefed me as to what to expect with Ms. Chamberlain. Professionally she was a very, very good lawyer, her specialty being international law; extremely well connected politically; and had a reputation of being brutally aggressive and showed no emotions what so ever, thus earning her the nickname "The Ice Queen" in professional circles.

Promptly at noon, both women arrived where we retired to a private conference room. I need to break here to describe the ladies. Jessica LeBell was a very attractive petite honey blonde woman. Angelique, on the other hand, was tall and statuesque with an exotic beauty that came from her Spanish, Italian, and Irish heritage. At 5ft 8in, one could tell that beneath the expensive business suite she had the classic hour glass figure with large breasts narrow waist and enticing hips; long legs with finely define thighs and calves; and exquisite eyes of vivid emerald green that seemed to be able to look deep inside you and pierce your very soul. Her mouth was slightly larger than normal with brilliantly white teeth surrounded by a pair of full sensuous lips that just begged to be kissed; she had a classic aristocratic nose; and her shoulder length hair was a dark, dark red mixed with chestnut brown and looked like silk. After introductions were made, I came right to the point.

"Mrs. LeBell, Ms. Chamberlain, for a couple of years now I have been in a relationship. Four months ago, I discovered that my significant other was cheating on me. In order to find the extent of how bad this was, I hired a Private Investigator. Over the past four months I've had surveillance done to my apartment and phone lines. Both of your husbands have been sexually involved with my soon to be ex girlfriend."

Predictably, both women emphatically denied that their husbands would do such a thing.

"Ladies, please stop. I have videos here that I want to show you, so please sit down and watch."

To say the least, they were both shocked. While I showed them the evidence I happened to glance over at Angelique Chamberlain. The cold smoldering furry that I briefly glimpsed in her eyes sent a shiver down my back, like someone walking over my grave. I was very glad that I would not be on the receiving end when she vented those emotions. After the initial ranting and ravings, James was able to quiet the ladies down enough for me to continue. At this point, I outlined what plan I had for both men including that the parts on the videos where both men were using cocaine as well as describing to Cathy how to purchase it and from whom, be turned over to the police in order that both Raymond and Richard could be arrested on drug related charges. With their conviction, they would be disbarred. Everyone was in agreement that the specifics of my plan as well as the timetable. After the ladies left, James and I hammered out the last of the details.

The ladies started things off by contacting their respective attorneys and setting up appointments to start divorce proceedings. For the husbands to experience maximum shock and feel the impact of the consequence of their actions, it was decided to leave the videos in my possession to be presented as evidence while in court. The crucial part in all this would be the timing of the delivery of the divorce papers to coincide with my final meeting with Cathy. We decided to schedule it on Friday, May the 18th at 3:30 PM. The only other item to accomplish was for Jessica and Angelique to hire private investigators to search their homes for cocaine. If any was discovered, they should inform me and then the police on may 18th, as I was also planing on handing over copies of the incriminating videos to the police the same day. 

While all the appropriate paper work was being processed, I let my friends know what my situation was and I started moving out of the apartment. This really wasn't difficult due to the fact that Cathy, in some respects, was gullible because she never paid attention to what was going on around the apartment any ways. She readily accepted the explanations I gave her such as that the stereo was in the shop being upgraded or that I was in the process of getting rid of all my old books, etc. For the major stuff, I had scheduled a moving company to come in, pack and load all in one day. 

In the process of packing, I came across where Cathy hid her cocaine and made note of it to give to the police. During this time Bill and I did a lot of talking, sharing all kinds of information and making arrangements for me to stay with them when I dumped Cathy.

The 18th finally arrived. I came home at 7:30 AM after working all night and said good-by to Cathy as she headed off to work ignorant of what the day had in store for her. At 8:00 AM the moving company arrived and by 2:00 PM all my possessions were placed into storage. The only thing left was to take a nap and wait for Cathy.

Good to her word, Angelique arranged for Cathy to get off work early. Promptly at 3:00 PM Cathy walked through the door into a huge surprise. Upon seeing the stripped apartment, Cathy asked, "Jake, what the hell is going on?" 

"Cathy, sit down please. We need to have a serious talk."

"What about" she said as she sat down.

"About your cheating on me."

"I don't know what you are talking about" she said indignantly.

I really had to hand it to her, as Cathy was playing the part of the innocent perfectly. 

"Cathy, please don't take me for a fool. I've known about you fucking other men for at least the last 6 months."

"Jake, I really don't know what you are talking about. How can you even think that of me?"

As I picked up the large manila envelope and pulled out the contents, I said; "Well Cathy, I have some things here that will be enlightening." The look on her face was priceless as she looked at the 8 x 12 photos of her in very compromising positions with the date, time, and the person involved all nicely labeled.

"How…What…When?"

"That doesn't matter. The fact still remains that you have been fucking at least 16 different men behind my back."

Cathy still playing the consummate actress said; "I'm so sorry Jake! They don't mean anything to me. Please don't leave me! I love you!"

"No you don't! I'M JUST A FREE RIDE," I yelled.

"How can you say that after all the time we've been together?"

I turned the VCR on and said; "WATCH!"

…"What about your relationship with Jake?" (Lover). (Cathy)…Jake that asshole, he doesn't have any idea of what's going on. I'm just using him for a free ride and meal ticket. Besides, if he were any type of real man then he would know how to treat me and take care of my needs just like you. I've never loved him one bit."

Cathy was speechless.

"It's over Cathy. I was just at the point of asking you to marry me when one of your boy friends left behind an empty condom wrapper, which blew your whole little party time. Why Cathy? Haven't I been good to you and provided for you? Why couldn't you tell me what your needs were?"

Having no answer, Cathy just sat there.

"Well Cathy, everything remaining in the apartment is yours. The lease has not been renewed. The rent and utilities are paid for through the end of the month. The apartment complex manager is fully aware of the situation and has done a walk through to assess the apartment condition prior to my leaving. What that leaves you with is two weeks to figure out what you are going to do. Good-by Cathy." 

With that said, I walked out the door at 3:30 PM a free man. I call James and we went down to the police department. We had a very productive and informative meeting with the head of narcotics. Apparently, they had been watching LeBell for a number of years but couldn't get anything on him because he was extremely cautious. With the video and the information that Jessica had forwarded, they had enough to evidence to arrest and convict him. I told the police that LeBell would be at his office at 5:00 PM. Also, I let the police know all about Cathy's involvement with LeBell and where her stash of cocaine was at the apartment.

I learned later, that Angelique and Jessica's meetings with heir husbands were very much to their liking. Both Rick and Raymond were blind-sided when served with divorce papers, which really pissed off Raymond to no end. Additionally, Angelique had the foresight to get a court order freezing all their assets until after the divorce. After Jessica's meeting with Rick, he was blind-sided a second time when at 5:30 PM he was met by a narcotics detective with a warrant for his arrest for possession with intent to traffic narcotics. Needless to say it was a very rewarding day for Jessica, Angelique, and myself.

********

A couple of weeks later, after I had settled into my new apartment, I received a call from James that the date for Angelique's divorce was June 28th. Apparently, because of her connections and the terms of her prenuptial agreement she was able to set an early date. Raymond's lawyer tried to weasel out of it to no avail. I told James that I would be there.

As the court date arrived, I met James at the courthouse. As previously agreed, we entered court together. Angelique wanted to hit Raymond real hard and to have a quick trial; consequently I was her only witness. Once I was sworn in, Angelique's lawyer started questioning me to get my background, if I knew Ms. Chamberlain, what my relationship with Mr. Dickinson was, etc. After answering all the questions, I addressed the judge and presented the prime piece of evidence, the video, to the court and explained how it was obtained. Boy, did that ever get an irate response from Raymond and all kinds of objections from his lawyer. The judge however, over ruled them and ordered that the video be played. Once the video was done, Raymond's lawyer was given the opportunity for cross-examination but declined. The look on Raymond's face was incredible. Before I stepped down, I asked the judge for permission to address Mr. Dickinson, to which my request was granted.

"Mr. Dickinson, you are a very rich, affluent, powerful lawyer. Additionally, you are extremely self-centered. With your good looks and charisma, you feel you can take and use for your own gratification anything or person. You do this without regard to people's feelings, or status. As far as I am concerned, you chose to seduce my ex-girlfriend as shown in the video. In so doing, destroying any possibility for further development of any type of sincere and meaningful relationship. You did so with impunity because you assumed that I was an insignificant entity, who would roll over, turn belly up, and do nothing. Well you egotistical Bastard, I'm not one of the people you so readily assume are wimps, as you found out the hard way. My backbone may be flexible when needed, but it gets rigid as titanium when needed upon demand. When I bite back, I have a very deadly one as my Navy SEAL training and experience taught me. Didn't Cathy mention my seal tattoo from my time in the military? Now, you will truly reap what you have sewn." 

"Thank you for your indulgence your Honor" I said as I departed the witness stand. Needless to say Raymond was raked over the coals. He walked away with only 25% of the joint accounts, his clothes, and his car. To add insult to injury, at the conclusion of the divorce Angelique fired him on the spot.

Jessica's divorce was delayed due to the fact that the federal narcotics charges filed against Rick took precedence over the divorce. Rick finally went to trial, was convicted, disbarred, and sent to prison.

********

Life for me returned to normal. I went back to work and the nights I was on-call, I would continue to heal one or two children as the occasion gave way to.

It was probably going on 14 months after Angelique was divorced when two things of import occurred. The first was that James called to let me know that Rick LeBell had been killed during a riot at the Federal Penitentiary which resulted in Jessica not having to go to trial. She wound up getting everything after all, even Rick's life insurance death benefit. The second happened on evening when I had decided to go out to dinner. I went to 'Henry Africa's' restaurant after making reservations, to treat myself to some French Couisine. I was relaxing and enjoying my meal. As I paused to scan the restaurant, I happened to notice Angelique Chamberlain with a male companion sitting two tables away. Her back was to me so she never knew I was there. As I eaves dropped on their quiet but conversation, I had some unexpected interesting entertainment. It seemed that her date was trying to force some type of resolution to their topic of discussion. 

I finished my dinner, paid my bill and gratuity, then went to the restroom. As I was leaving the restaurant, I noticed that Angelique and her date had left. Crossing the parking lot to my truck, I noticed this couple in a heated argument. I really wasn't paying to much attention to them. When I was about ten yards away, I heard this resounding slap. I looked up just in time to see the lady's head swivel to her right. This was immediately followed by another vicious slap to her left side of her face and a statement "YOU FRIGID BITCH."

Now if there is anything that infuriates me other than child abuse, it is a man who hits and abuses women. Because this man had hit a woman twice, my instinct took over, and I was behind the guy before he knew what was about to happen.

As the piece of shit drew back again to hit the woman, I grabbed his arm and swung him around. With the look of contained rage in my eyes, I said in a voice as cold as ice; "DO NOT EVEN CONCIDER TRYING TO HIT THE LADY AGAIN. IF YOU DO, YOU WILL BE VERY SORRY FOR I WILL BREAK BOTH YOUR ARMS AND HANDS!" Then with my voice so soft only he could hear me, I said; "Once you have healed, I will hunt you down and kill you."




Jake's Reward



He yanked his arm away as he backed up to check me out. Now this guy was about two inches taller than I was and about sixty-five pounds heavier. Noticing the size difference, the stupid oaf let his testosterone get the better of his brain. "You think you're man enough to stop me?" as he threw a roundhouse swing. I blocked his punch, threw four of my own to his gut, grabbed his arm, flipped him, and twisted his arm almost to the break point.

"Well Asshole, you didn't believe me when I said I'd break both arms, did you?"

He vehemently shook his head NO. 

"Do you believe me now?" I said as I applied some more pressure on his arm. 

"YES" he screamed.

"Now get your fat pathetic ass out of here" I said as I let him go.

He got up holding his arm. As he turned to go, he spat out, "Go ahead and take the Ice Queen! She is nothing but a FUCKING FRIDGID BITCH."  

As he got into his car and sped away, I turned to the lady who was huddled in a ball on the ground sobbing. I was shocked to fond out that the lady in question was Angelique.

I walked slowly over to Angelique. Gently touching her elbow, I said, "Ms. Chamberlain, everything is all right now. Your date has gone, he won't be touching you ever again."

Looking up, Angelique recognized me. Throwing her arms around my neck, she started to cry uncontrollably. Kneeling, I just let her cry herself out and eventually she got herself under control. 

As we stood, she asked, "Do you make a habit of coming to help me Mr. McAllister, or is it just coincidence? Anyway, I can't thank you enough. I don't know what I would have done."

"You quite welcome and I always enjoy championing beautiful ladies against egotistical bullies. Can I give you a ride home or would you prefer if I called a cab for you?"

"I'll take you up on your offer of a ride if you don't mind. Right now I feel safer in your company."

Attempting to lighten the mood, I said, "Well, milady, my humble steed awaits yon to carry you to your abode. I'm afraid she is a bit on the old side but extremely sound and trustworthy."

Chuckling, Angelique replied, "well how old is she?"

"I'm afraid she isn't a luxury car but a 1990 Ford F250 four wheel drive pick-up truck, but I've taken especially good care of her."

"Considering my circumstances, I'm more than grateful for her services" she said as I held the door for her. 

As I drove, I knew that Angelique need time to process the events of the evening so I remained quiet. About half way back to her house she asked, "Why? Why did you help me again?"

"Ms. Chamberlain…"

"Stop. Please call me Angelique. With what you have done for me, you have earned the right to address me by my first name."

"Only if you call me Jake."

"Agreed."

"Well Angelique, you know my reasons for coming to you with the information for your divorce."

"Yes."

"As for tonight, well there are two things that put me into a rage. The first is when an adult abuses a child. The second is when a man hits a woman. The only time, in my estimation, when it is permissible for a man to hit a woman is only in self-defense."

"I was going to ignore the argument that you were involved in, but when I heard and saw you get hit, well you know what happened then don't you?"

"Yes, I saw it all. I have never seen anyone move as fast as you did. George never saw what hit him."

As we pulled into her driveway, I asked, "Angelique, do you have any pets or are you expecting anyone?"

"No, why?" 

"Never mind. Just stay in the truck. There's a cell phone in the glove compartment. In about five minutes, if things are not settled, call 911 and tell the police there are vandals in your yard. Now give me the keys to your house."

With some alarm, Angelique said, "Jake what's going on"

"Not now Angelique. Just trust me, OK? I haven't led you astray yet have I?"

"No. All right, I'll do as you ask."

Reaching behind the seat, I pulled out two pairs of wooden ssang jeul bongs and tucked them behind my back. Then locking the truck door I closed it. As I started toward the front door, four men in black carrying some type of blunt weapon surrounded me.

"Mr. Kohl figured you'd show up here sooner or later, so he sent us to teach you a lesson to keep your nose out of his business."

"Thanks for telling me who sent you. Now, I'll give you boys just one chance to walk away, otherwise you'll just have to suffer the consequences." All of them laughed until I pulled out my ssang jeul bong. Suddenly, the leader yelled, "Get Him."

Before they could react, I took the fight to them attacking one guy who had a baseball bat. The next thing he knew was that his wrist was broken, quickly followed by his right kneecap. The next one to attack had a metal pipe. Having witnessed what happened to the first guy, he was more cautious in his approach. In the mean time, the other two were trying to circle behind me but I wasn't about to let that happen. Like the first thug, I attacked the second guy. He was looking for me to try the same tactic that I had used first. Not to disappoint him, I swung at his arm but as he pulled away, I immediately changed the direction of my ssang jeul bong and hit him full force square in his balls. He dropped like a lead balloon and to make certain that he was taken out of the fight permanently I hit him in his jaw, turning it into a jigsaw puzzle and knocking him out.

Abruptly turning to confront the remaining two thugs, I caused them to stop short to rethink their attack plan. My main concern was with the guy who had a chain. I feinted a couple of times at the fourth guy then turned to the one with the chain in time to see it whistling down at my head. I was able to block the chain but in the process, my ssang jeul bong was knocked out of my hands. I immediately attacked and because of the short distance, he had to drop the chain to defend himself. Try as he might, he was no match for me. Between my SEAL training and my martial arts experience he was quickly eliminated. Unfortunately, during this last exchange, the last guy, who was the leader, slipped behind me and nailed me in the ribs with a 2X4. As I went down after being hit, I rolled and was able to come up out of his reach. As he started to circle, I pulled out my second ssang jeul bong and attacked. The asshole was shocked to see that I was still armed, he never saw what hit him. Being so pissed by this time, I decided to make him suffer. By the end, I had broken his arm, his jaw and both kneecaps. As I finished him off, I heard sirens. I quickly retrieved my ssang jeul bongs as Angelique got out of the truck. She came around to my side and we were getting our story straight just as the police arrived. 

We were separated and our stories taken down as the four thugs were shipped out to the hospital under police escort. The whole process didn't take as long as I expected. Apparently, Angelique was very well known and liked by the Alexandria Police department for many reasons the least being the amount of money she donated to the department.

After the police left, I walked Angelique to her door. When I opened it, I asked her if she wanted me to check her house.

'If it's not too much for you and you don't mind, Yes." Making a tour of the house and finding everything in order, I said, "I better be leaving now and head home."

"Jake, would you PLEASE stay here tonight. I'm really afraid right now. I wont be able to sleep if I'm left all alone. Please say you'll stay."

" All right, I'll stay. Why don't you go get ready for bed while I close up for the night then you can show me where to sleep for the night." Ten minutes later, I was heading upstairs when I heard Angelique call.

"Jake, please come here. I've made my mind up and I want you to sleep in here with me."

"Why?"

"I've told you. I'm frightened. I don't want to be alone. Besides, you have been nothing but the consummate gentleman. Being courteous, as well as solicitous of my safety. The bottom line is that my gut says to trust you so come to bed."

"I don't have anything to sleep in."

"Sleep in your underwear. I don't care. I just want to get some sleep and I can't do that unless I feel safe. I won't feel safe unless you're here."

I reluctantly gave in and went into the bathroom and got cleaned up. By the time I returned to the bedroom, Angelique had crawled into bed. As I was undressing, I heard a gasp.

"Oh my God! What happened to you Jake?"

Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I saw a massive bruise on my side and back from where I had been hit with the 2x4. Making light of my state so as to not upset her any more I said, "Oh this is just where I got hit. Really, it looks worse than it is." Starting to make a fuss, I cut her off saying "let's just go to sleep, OK?" just as I shut the light off and climbed into bed. A few minutes later as I lay there, I felt Angelique move over in bed and snuggle in next to my side. A few minutes later, I heard the slow rhythmic breathing that indicated that she had fallen asleep after her exhausting night.

I awoke early as was my habit. Easing myself out of bed so as not to disturb Angelique, I grabbed my pants and went to the bathroom, then down to the kitchen to see what was available. I found everything I needed to cook breakfast.

"I wondered what smelled so wonderful and you made coffee also" Angelique said as she came into the kitchen. "Where did you learn to cook? Most men I know don't their way around the kitchen let alone know how to cook." 

Turning, I handed her a mug of coffee. "It's something I learned from what my mom taught me as well as living on my own" I replied as I turned to fill my coffee mug.

"Oh my God Jake! Your back looks horrible. Why didn't you say anything last night?"

"Please don't get upset about me, you needed me to stay last night, remember?"

"I'm sorry Jake if I sounded like I was criticizing. I'm just alarmed at what happened to you because of me. I don't have the faintest idea of how I can ever thank you or make it up to you."

"Let's eat first then we can talk afterwards, OK?" as I finished placing the food on the table.

After an enjoyable breakfast, while Angelique got dressed I did the dishes and then finished dressing. Angelique joined me in the living room about fifteen minutes later dressed in jeans, a blouse, and sneakers. Looking very refreshed, she sat down opposite me and lit a cigarette. Sitting there for several minutes, an awkward silence developed as neither one of said anything. 

With a serious expression, Angelique began…."I can't thank you enough for coming to my rescue. As I said last night, you have been the consummate gentleman, always sincere and very solicitous of my well being. Part of me views you like a knight in shining armor, a hero coming to rescue the maiden in distress, sort of a fantasy view but now back to reality. Twice now, you have come to my aid. I don't know how I can ever repay your kindness." "We've already been over the reasons for my actions Angelique. Besides, I have already received all the reward I need, your simple "Thank you."

 "That's not enough for me. There has got to be something else I can do. Please, just name it."

"You are obviously very serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

Sitting there looking into those emerald green eyes of hers, I thought 'Be careful or you'll get lost in them'. After several moments I said…"I can't give you an answer right now Angelique. Could I have some time to think on this? I promise to give you an answer once I figure something out."

"All right, but I'm going to hold you to your promise. I'll give you a couple of telephone numbers where I can be reached or you can leave a message for me."

With that done, after receiving the information, we said our good byes and I left. On the way home I called my friendly P.I. requesting his services again and left some instructions. The remainder of the weekend was spent recuperating. Never believing very much in coincidences, but rather in the existence of a higher power that set events in motion for a reason I reflected on the past events. My path had twice crossed with that of Angelique Chamberlain's. What would I do? Getting frustrated at coming up empty handed, I took a break to read some Anesthesia journals and my all time favorite novel "Lord of the Rings".

Monday rolled around and it was back to work. Towards the latter part of the week, I received a message from Tim to give him a call. When we finally connected, I thanked him for all the information that I had requested, then asked him to make a couple of other arrangements and then send me the bill. With that, I started making plans for the weekend 

After work Friday, I picked up the rental car and checked into the Ramada Inn under the fictitious reservation that Tim had made for me. Around 9:00 PM, I slipped out of the motel with out being seen and made my way over to my destination for the night. The situation couldn't be any more perfect with the house being in a very secluded neighborhood as well as situated way back on a huge lot. With the information from Tim, I put on my surgical gloves and was able to slip into the house without being detected just before the owner left. Once in, I familiarize myself with the floor plan of the house then proceeded to explore the house and computer. As 11:30 PM rolled around, I heard the owner arrived home and strategically placed myself in such a way as to learn what the security code was. About fifteen minutes after he had gone up to bed, I disarmed the system, slipped outside, disabled the cable and phone lines then came back in. Upon reentering the house, I went down into the basement to set my stage for my nights entertainment. When I was all prepared, I quietly slipped up to the bedroom. Pulling my trusty razor sharp K-Bar knife as I pressed it into the mans throat, I said…"Time to wake up George, we have some unfinished business" as I turned on the light.

George's eyes popped open with the most exquisite look of abject terror on his face, but to give credit where credit is due, he never moved an inch

"Hi George, remember me? If you do just blink once, if not blink twice."

George blinked once.

As I eased the pressure of my knife on his throat I said, "Now George, I'm going let you sit up so we can talk and OH by the way, I wouldn't think about trying for this."

George's eyes just about popped out of is face again as I held up his 9mm Barretta and pointed it at his head. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now George, what ever are you doing with a gun that has had all the identification etched off. Seems to me that maybe you have a dark and shady side to you that no one really knows about?

Hey, what we say about my taking this off your hand for prosperity's sake?"

"FUCK YOU, you son of a bitch."

In my most condescending voice I said, "George, George, don't you remember the conversation we had out in the parking lot the other night?"

With pure unadulterated hate in his eyes, George just sat there and glared at me.

After 10 minutes without an answer, I pulled out a silencer, screwed it in place on the gun, and chambered a round. At which point George's demeanor changed. With all the scorn and contempt I could muster, I said, "We'll start again now that I finally have your undivided attention. Do you remember our conversation from the other night?"

"Yes."

"And what was the one most important thing I said?"

"That if I tried to hit the bitch again, you'd break my arms, then once they were healed you'd come and kill me."

"You under estimated me didn't you? You thought that because of who you were and your connections to, shall we say, those people of society that are less than desirable, that you could skate on by didn't you?"

Still feeling superior, George said…"Fuck off asshole, you don't know who you're dealing with."

No sooner had he finished, than I fired 5 quick shots making a nice outline of his head with the bullet holes less than a half inch from his skin. Shouting I said, "NO YOU FUCK OFF SHITHEAD!!! You know nothing about me. Now stand up! We're going for a little walk."

By this time George was sweating profusely and had turned deathly pale. As he passed me, I said "Move it fatso!" and hit him in the back of the head knocking him out.

I dragged him down to the kitchen and then down into the basement where I quickly stripped him and trussed him up like a pig. I then threw ice water on him.

Waking with a start George said, "What the fuck?" As his eyes focused on the assortment of toys I had assembled before him on the floor, he turned ghostly pale and said, "You're insane"

"You know that's not the first time that I've been told that. All the other guys in my unit made sure I was always sent out as point man on our search and destroy missions for just that reason.

Now we are down to the reason of why we are here. I've given a lot of thought to what has happened and what would be just. I've come to the conclusion that it's not worth the hassle of killing you and having to dispose of the body. So George, I can't let you just skate by without being punished thus I have decided to show you first hand what it is like to experience the fear and pain of being beaten. Just like you did with Angelique Chamberlain the other night. You may scream all you want but given the isolation and privacy of this house coupled with the fact that we'll be in the basement, well I doubt that anyone will hear us given the hour of the night."

Picking up my Taser (not your run of the mill Taser – I had, while over on Nam, arranged on the black market, to have it modified to my own specifications; it had multiple settings where I could adjust the intensity, the duration, the frequency and a lot of other innovative functions) over the course of the next 30 minutes I let George experience a myriad of electroshocks. None of which cause any physical damage.

I had decided very early that George would receive only two sessions of actual physical pain. The rest of the toys were brought for the sole purpose of shock therapy to produce abject fear. It never ceases to amaze me how ones own imagination can literally inflict so much fear and anguish on their selves. After I had finished with my Taser, I left George alone for about 15 minutes so he could rest but more importantly to let his imagination run rampant and do my work for me.

My plan apparently worked for as I picked up my Kendo sword, George lost it and pissed himself. It was quite the site seeing him kneeling there in a pool of urine. (For those of you who don't know what a Kendo sword is, it is a sword made out of split bamboo in the traditional shape of a Katana or Samurai sword used for training in the Art of Kendo [sword fighting]). I then proceeded to beat George over every inch of his body with the exception of his head/face, hands, and testicles. He had been hit with only enough force to produce the final results but not cause any visible or permanent damage. This beating lasted for 90 minutes and at the end George was bruised all over and in pain. When I cut him loose at the end of the session, he just fell on the floor like a blob just sobbing uncontrollably.

I grabbed him by his hair and looking into his eyes said my final words to him in a most deadly voice. "George, I'm going to let you live. Be thankful. I know who you are and what you are. As you have found out, I have a many, many contacts, which let me get up close and personal with you and you never saw it coming. Don't even think about revenge, because I'll know if you do. Then I'll come back and what happened tonight will seem like a fairy tail.

What you got tonight was just a beating. If I come back we'll go for a little trip into the wilderness and you'll find out just what torture is all about just before you die. Do you fully understand what I have told you?"




Jake's Reward



"Oh God, yes."

"Don't make me come back George. By the way, there's a copy of a nice video with a perfect sound tract of you with Giovani Antolini purchasing your supply of cocaine. If you cause problems, I just might send a copy of the original to the police and Mr. Antolini. I'm sure he'd be real interested in the note that would go along with the video. You get my drift?"

Between sobs George said, 'YES, YES. Now for Gods sake, leave me alone. Christ, I wish I had never gotten mixed up with that Bitch."

"No, NO Georgie boy, that's no way to talk about the lady. Do we have to continue our little talk?" I said as I grabbed his hair.

George screamed "No! No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Good, I'm glad we understand each other. Good bye George."

With that, I let go of his hair, picked up my toys and the Barretta and left George still lying in a pool of his own piss. On the way out, I made one last sweep through the house to make sure I hadn't missed anything and to take the battery from George's cell phone and to cut the wires to the charger, then left.

Contrary to what you may think, I never derived any joy or pleasure from my time with George. He needed to be taught a lesson, to be scared shitless and I did that to the best of my ability.

I went back to the Ramada Inn, again without anyone seeing my comings and goings. I cleaned all of the equipment I took over to George's house on an old surgical drape and put them away. Once done, I rolled all the rags and used cleaning supplies up in the drape and then put it in a black plastic bag to be thrown away after I had left the motel. It was about 5:15 in the morning when I fell asleep after putting the DO NOT DISTURB sign out. I slept until about 6:30 PM when I awoke to the people in the next room having a huge argument. I got up, packed what little else I had left, showered and got dressed.

I watched TV until 9:00 PM when I packed the car, checked out and then headed to Tim's office where I had switched vehicles initially. After putting my equipment in my truck, I locked up the rental and left for home. When I got there, I gave Tim a call and made arrangements to get him the key so he could return the rental car.

Neither Angelique nor I ever heard from George again. Apparently, he had learned his lesson

Monday rolled around again and I was back at work "PASSING GAS" as we say in the business. The next week went by smoothly, which gave me time to figure out what to do about Angelique. By the following week I had come up with a solution to my dilemma – "What could Angelique do for me?" As the saying goes, I could kill two birds with one stone.

On Monday, I called one of the telephone numbers she had given me and reached Jennifer, her personal secretary (I know that this is not the politically correct title but I'm old fashion so sue me). I found out that Angelique would be in meetings until noon, I told her my name and gave her my home phone number and asked if Ms. Chamberlain could return my call some time after 9:00 PM as I had to work late in the OR, then thanked her.

I had just arrived home a little after 9:00 PM when the phone started to ring. As I answered it, I was pleasantly surprised to hear Angelique's voice. We spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries then I got to the heart of the matter.

"Angelique, you asked me what you could do to repay me for all that I have done for you, correct?"

"Yes."

"Well I have finally figured out what you can do for me."

"What is it?"

"I would…. I'm not sure if you'll agree to this."

"Will you please just tell me. I was beginning to think that you would not follow through on your promise."

"Well, what I would like from you is to spend two evenings of my choice with you. What we do will be all above board in very public places."

"Huh? Are you saying that you want to go out on two dates with me? That's it?"

"Yes I would."

"I find this hard to believe. Of anything you could ask for, you only choose two dates!"

"Yeah, that's it."

"All right, I'll be glad to go out on two dates with you. When would you like to go?"

"Well it's kind of short notice but what about Wednesday and Friday evenings of next week? Would that be all right with you?"

"I believe so, but just to safe, just call my personal assistant Jennifer in the morning to set up the times for me in my schedule, OK?"

"That would be my pleasure."

"I still can't get over the fact that of anything you could have asked for, you chose to have two dates with me."

I again thanked Angelique and said good night. As I hung up the phone, I thought to myself that the dates I had planned would coordinate quite nicely with my upcoming vacation.

I called Angelique's secretary, Jennifer, the next day to set up the dates for the following week. Just before I hung up, she told me to be good to her as "she has been through a lot these last few years." I assured her that I would.

At lunch, I made a couple of phone calls to collect on some favors that were owed to me. For Wednesday, I arranged premier seats at The Kennedy Center for the showing of "CARMEN" that was playing. For Friday, I made dinner reservations at "THE INN AT LITTLE WASHINGTON" and reserved a limousine for both nights. With everything arranged, I was able to kick back and really enjoy the rest of the week. I had plenty of cash on hand so I decided to treat my self 

By going out and renting a tuxedo for Wednesday and buying myself a new Armarni suite and all the extras needed for Friday. (This all came out of my little "SLUSH FUND" that I had set up as a result of settling my account with Cindy's lovers)

The following Wednesday was my first "Big Day" so to speak, with Angelique. As is common with hospital work, especially in the OR, shit happens, and as a result, I was late leaving even though I was supposed to be early out seeing as I was on-call Thursday night. So I hustled my tail end home and quickly did the 4 ES'S (shit, shaved, showered, and shined), had a bite to eat and had just finished when the limousine arrived. I grabbed the roses that I bought on the way home and was off to pick up Angelique.

The limo arrived at her house and promptly at 6:30 PM, I knocked on the door. When Angelique answered the door and invited me in, my teeth just about fell out. She was stunning – dressed in a Vera Wang long, form fitting black strapless dress that showed off her femininity in a very sensuous but sophisticated way. When I presented Angelique with the dozen long-stem red tea roses, I could tell that she was surprised but extremely pleased with the gift.

"Please come in, I'll just be a moment while I put these beautiful roses in some water." Five minutes later, she was back with her purse and matching long black evening gloves.

As Angelique stepped out of the front door, she was met with another surprise when she saw the limo waiting. After settling in the back seat, she looked at me with a raised eyebrow saying: "My, you are full of surprises tonight. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that no man has ever gone to the lengths that you have for me so far tonight or on any date let alone on a first date. I'm wondering if you have any ulterior motives in mind?"

I took several long moments to collect my thoughts before I spoke. "Angelique, as to your concern about whether I have any ulterior motives, the answer is NO, there are none. My parents had some very old fashion beliefs when it came to how gentlemen should treat ladies. They taught me to treat a lady with courtesy, kindness and respect. Period, end of statement! My mother also taught me that I should always bring flowers to a lady regardless of how long I had been dating that particular woman and as far as the limo is concerned, well I didn't want to drive tonight so I rented one."

"OK, now that I've managed to put my foot in my mouth, I apologize for being to analytical of your behavior. But you must realize that after the last few experiences with men, I'm a bit skeptical about all men in general, especially as their behavior is concerned."

"I can understand and appreciate your point of view. However, I would have thought considering my track record of our interactions, that you might have cut me a little slack and reserved judgment for a little bit later in the evening."

"You are absolutely right and I am sorry for making the assumption I did about your behavior."

"Apology accepted and you're forgiven. Now, how about we change the subject and just enjoy the evening." As I finished speaking, we arrived at The Kennedy Center for the opening performance of "CARMEN."

As we were ushered to our seats, Angelique was again surprised. Turning, she said, "I'm very impressed! Even with all my connections, I have never been able to get tickets for opening night for these premiere seats. However did you manage to get your hands on tickets for these seats especially for the opening performance of "CARMEN?""

With a twinkle in my eyes I said, "Trade secrets. I could tell you but then I would have to kill you."

Laughing, she said, "No, really how did you do it?"

"Well, I called in a couple of favors that were owed to me." Just then the lights dimmed and the opera began. At intermission, while we were having a glass of wine, Angelique asked me a question from out of the blue that totally caught me off guard.

"Jake, why have you asked me out for these two dates? I have been trying as I might, but I just can't reason it out and it is really annoying me that I'm unable to. Would you please explain your reason to me?"

I looked down at the floor to collect myself, then looking her in the eyes, I said very sincerely, "I'm not sure I can adequately explain it but I'll try. I grew up living a very comfortable life. I did not want for anything. I guess you could say that my parents, who were very hard workers, were at the top of middle class society. Well, I have always watched the rich and very rich girls and women of society from the sidelines. The couples of times that I tried to introduce myself and get to know these females, I was ridiculed and humiliated by them.

I have always had wish, where I would meet someone of high society, get to know them a little then go out on a date or two. I harbor no delusions of grandeur that we would fall in love, get married and live happily ever after. I've seen and experienced too much of reality to believe in that. So why did I ask you out , I guess it boils down to this. I get to fulfill my dream while at the same time satisfying your wish to do something for me. Thus as they say, killing two birds with one stone.

Please don't misunderstand me, this evening is extremely enjoyable and everything I could have imagined. Thank you for going out with me."

The lights flickered just then indicating that intermission was over. The second half of the performance was just as enjoyable as the first. On the way back to her house, Angelique and I had a very stimulating conversation about the performance.

When we reached her home, I walked Angelique to her door while she unlocked it and turned the alarm system off. Taking her hand gently, I thanked her for a wonderful evening and said good night. As I turned to leave, Angelique stopped me and gave me a gentle kiss good night then went inside, after which the limo dropped me off at home.

Thursday night at the hospital was non-stop surgery from 3:oo PM until about 5:00 AM and as was my habit, I wandered the halls to think and unwind. Ultimately, I ended up on the pediatric cancer ward at the nurse's station where I had to answer a bogus page. In order to make it look good to the nurses and avoid raising suspicion, I called home and held a conversation with my answering machine, all the while scanning the patient cardex with the names and diagnosis of the children. After hanging up, I looked around and seeing that here were no nurses in sight, I walked down to one of the private rooms where there was a little 4 year old girl with an Astrocytoma cancer (a very aggressive and in this case non-treatable brain tumor). As I slipped into her room she woke up.

She asked me what I was doing in her room. "Jamie, I'm here to give you a gift from God. I'm going to make you all better. However, you can never talk with anyone but Jesus and God about my gift to you. If you talk to other people about this, then I won't be able to help other children get well. All right?"

She said OK. Then taking her little hands, I activated my gift. Five minutes later, I quietly slipped out of her room after she had fallen back to sleep to wander the halls until 7:00 AM when I got off work.

When I got home, as usual after healing a child, I was violently ill for several hours after which, I crawled into bed and slept the rest of the day. I awoke to my alarm at 4:30 PM feeling like crap but I was not about to cancel my date. After eating some food and drinking about ½ gallon of water followed by a shave with a long hot shower, I felt half way descent. I ran down to the florist, picked up the white roses that I had ordered ,and ran back home to get dressed for the evening.

The limo picked me up and arrived on time to pick Angelique up at 6:30 PM seeing as I had made reservations for 8:30 PM. She answered the door in her dressing gown, not quite ready but was very pleased with the flowers I brought. After fixing the roses, she excused herself to finish getting ready. 

Angelique came down stairs 10 minutes later wearing a maroon satin dress that was form fitting and again showed off her figure. The dress she wore to the opera was floor length where this one ended about three inched above her knees and the 4-inch stiletto high-heeled shoes that she wore just further accented her perfect legs. Before I could stop myself, I said "OH, my God!!"

Stopping mid-stair, she said "Is there something wrong?" then continued on down.

"No, nothing is wrong. It's just that I think I've died and gone to heaven. Never have I ever seen a more exuberant vision of perfection than you standing there. Compared to you, my ex-girl friend looks like an ugly crossbred mongrel. I am at a loss as to how to describe your beauty."

Laughing she said, "Jake, you never cease to amaze me with your gallantry. Thank you very much for your compliment. However, it was not necessary."

"Yes it was. Your Ex must have been a fool and completely insane not to treasure you."

Angelique frowned when I brought up her former husband.

Seeing her reaction, I said "I see that I've upset you by bringing up the topic of your former husband. I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to put a damper on tonight by mentioning Raymond."

"No, I shouldn't let him still bother me. Let's just forget him and go have a pleasant dinner."

Since we had at least a ninety-minute drive to the restaurant, it gave us a chance to get further aquatinted with one another. I started things off by asking Angelique about her childhood, her parents and grandparents, her education and her field of law that she specialized in, and anything that allowed me to learn more about her.

After I had been questioning her a fair amount of time, she asked; "Why the third degree all of a sudden?"

"I just wanted to know something about the beautiful lady that I've been fortunate enough to help, that's all."

"All right. By the way, just where are you taking me for dinner? We've been driving for quite some time now."

"I made reservations for us at the "INN AT LITTLE WASHINGTON."  Have you ever been there before?"

"I have heard of it but I've never been there before."

"Well, if you enjoy good Gourmet Food, you are in for a treat."

As we drove on, she gave me a picture of her life. She was an only child that had been forced to become an "Over Achiever" by parents that had very, very high and unrealistic expectations of their daughter. From the very start, Angelique's life was mapped out for her. (No wonder she was known as the "ICE QUEEN." This little tidy bit of information I'd gotten from my lawyers) By the time we reached the restaurant, Angelique had finished regaling me with her life history and I had made a conscious decision to try to heal some of the pain and loneliness in her soul. As we were being seated, we both were amused by the fact that Angelique drew a lot of looks from the men and the women (especially those who felt threatened by her looks). 

During dinner, which by the way was exquisite and most enjoyable, it was my turn to be given the third degree. As we ate, I gave her my life history from the time I was a small child up to the present. We found that we both had a deep appreciation and love of classical music as well as the performing arts. Over desert we had an invigorating discussion of the merits and differences between Beethoven, Strauss, and Bach as well as other classical composer's.

On the ride home, Angelique wanted to know about my job as a Nurse Anesthetist. I gave her a brief history of Nurse Anesthesia, what my training entailed, and what I actually did as a CRNA. Having very limited knowledge of the medical profession, she was pleasantly surprised with all the information and with the passion that I expressed about my given profession. 

By the time we returned to Angelique's house it was well after 11:00 PM. As we walked to the front door, I mentioned I had one other thing that I'd like to quickly share with her inside. Since we had developed a mutual level of respect and trust she invited me in.

Once Angelique was seated, I walked over, knelt down and picked up her hands. "Angelique, I wanted to thank you for the two most perfect evenings of my life and for allowing me to fulfill one of my dreams. I guess it can be said that sometimes dreams can come true." With that said, I began using my "Gift." We both felt this tremendous shock as I started the healing process. This shock was something new that I had experienced, usually, I just feel the gentle flow of energy into and out of the person I heal for about five minutes. What I felt with Angelique was almost violent in nature and lasted more than fifteen minutes before I was done. 

Angelique had passed out during the healing process so I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. Finding a spare blanket in the closet, I covered her up. I quietly said good bye to her, knowing that she wouldn't hear it, then locked the door as I left.

Climbing into the limo, the driver asked if I was all right. "Yes, I'm just tired. I had to work all last night and things just sort of caught up with me all of a sudden so I would appreciate it id you could get me home as quickly as possible." A short time later, we pulled up to my apartment and as I got out, I gave him a $100 tip and thanked him for his services.

I had never used my "Gift" to heal people two days in a row so by the time I got to my apartment, it was just about all I could do to unlock and open my door. As I stumbled in and closed the door, I knew I had to get undressed before I fell apart.

I had just managed to put on gym shorts and a T-shirt when the first wave of pain hit me. After it passed, I went to the kitchen to set out some snacks and water for later. With that done, I headed back to my room only I never made it. Just as I stepped into the living room, all hell broke loose. I was wracked with so much pain that I just collapsed to the floor, withering in sheer agony. Never before had I experienced such intense pain and I usually healed 4 to 5 children a month so I was used to this painful process. As this wave passed, I realized 2 things; that it would be a very long hell filled night and that I needed to get a bucket for when I started to vomit as I knew I would.

I had just managed to drag a plastic pail out when everything hit. I won't go into detail about what happened; suffice it to say that it went non-stop hour upon hour upon hour of waves of pain followed by vomiting. Somewhere around 08:00 in the morning the frequency began to lessen dramatically and I was able rest and get short naps.




Jake's Reward



Around 9:30, Angelique walked through my door looking very pissed. Before either one of us could say anything, I was wracked with the last but worst wave of pain, to the point where if you didn't know better you would have said that I was convulsing. What seemed like hours but was only about ten minutes according to Angelique, the pain stopped but before anything could be said, I started puking up what little I had left in my stomach. I was in such a state that I couldn't even make it to the bucket two feet away.

"What the hell is going on Jake?" Angelique asked as she handed me a towel to clean my face with.

"Water" I croaked as I tried to get up to go to the kitchen.

"Stay put, I'll get you some," she said as she gently push me back down.

By the time Angelique returned, I had been able to drag my carcass into a sitting position against the wall and managed to take a few sips of water she handed me.

"Now just what in God's name is happening here? The last thing I remember was that we were going to talk. You had something you wanted to share with me. You held my hands and thanked me for the dates when all of a sudden I felt this horrendous shock course through my body. Then I awaken this morning on my bed fully clothed but covered with a blanket. Believe me mister, you had better have one hell of an explanation."

"I'll give you your explanation but I need to use the bathroom right now." Without waiting for a reply, I stumbled into the bathroom and into the shower. Thirty minutes later, I emerged, alive but feeling beat to hell and went to my room to put on clean clothes.

When I walked into the living room, Angelique was looking through my bookcase. Turning around she said, "I want that explanation NOW!"

"Come into the kitchen while I get something to eat and drink and I'll try to explain."

"Well?" she said as I made myself something to eat and got some more water.

Taking a big drink of water, I said; "I'm not sure where to begin to explain but what happened last night was a gift from me to you. Plain and simple."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I guess the simplest way to describe what went on is that I healed your body and soul. Before you say anything, please stop and listen to what I have to say.

Yesterday as I held your hands, I used a special gift that I was given years ago. That gift is that I can heal people mentally, physically, and spiritually. What I did was heal you. To begin with, your lungs are like new and the cancer which had spread through out the is gone. Your reproductive system is normal and you can now bear children. The pain of loneliness of your childhood is but a blurred memory as is the painful betrayal that came from your divorce. I have removed the sadness you keep reliving in your dreams about the loss of your grandparents, the ones who truly understood you and the beautiful soul that dwells inside of you. I'm sorry but I can't stay awake any longer. I need to go to sleep. You are welcome to stay or go. Either way, after I wake up, I'll try to continue my explanation."

With that said, I walked to my room, crawled into bed and was asleep almost before my head hit my pillow. For the next ten hours, I was essentially, dead to the world. I awoke around 9:00 PM and got dressed. Angelique was still there. She had cleaned up the mess I had caused and was reading one of my books. 

Looking up as I came in, she asked; "How do you feel? I checked on you several times and started to get worried that you might die on me as you were hardly breathing each time. Is this the typical response you have when you heal someone?"

"Which question do you want answered first?"

Angelique just shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I feel like hell – like I've been run over by several tractor trailers and no this is not a typical response. Friday was the first time I have healed someone 2 days in a row. In addition, you required a tremendous amount of healing. Now I want to ask you a question. How do you feel physically and emotionally?"

"I've been thinking about what you said and looking at myself. I find myself physically feeling great. Better than I have in year and when I look at my emotions now, well I miss my grandparents but the pain is gone. All I feel is their unconditional love. With regards to Raymond, well all I feel is pity for him where as before I felt hurt, anger and a desire for revenge… Why did you do this? Why are you so nice and kind to me?"

"I did it for the simple fact that you deserve to be happy."

"I don't buy it. You've got to have some ulterior motive. Nobody is this nice without expecting something out of the deal."

"I don't have any motives. I just simply choose people at random to heal. I happened to get a glimpse of your pain the other night and decided that you deserved a chance to be happy. To unburden your soul so you can experience joy. That's it. I like you but I have no ulterior designs. I have already accomplished what I set out to do and that was to heal you. If you don't believe me go see you doctor and get a physical. Once you walk out that door, our association is finished. I have already thrown out your phone numbers, as I have no need of them anymore. Now have you eaten yet? I'm going to order Chinese. You're welcome to stay and eat here or you can leave and do what ever you want, it doesn't matter to me. 

"No I haven't eaten yet and yes I would enjoy eating some Chinese food."

After I placed the order, I got some more water and sat down to wait. Angelique kept looking at me and walking around the room. I sensed that there was still something on her mind but being as tired as I was it wasn't long before I dozed off again. I was rudely awakened when out of the blue I get hit in the head. The next thing I know is that Angelique had grabbed me by my hair with both hands and was yanking my head around yelling at me almost hysterically; "What did you do to me? What did you do to me?"

"Christ!" I yelled. "Stop it!" I said when I finally was able to grab her hands to stop her from trying to rip my head off.

Backing up, she let go and said in anger and frustration, "You Bastard – you changed me! I feel so different. I don't know what to do. I can't even smoke a cigarette any more. If I do I get violently ill." She stood there, glaring at me without saying anything else.

This went on until we were interrupted by the delivery of the Chinese food. After paying the delivery person, I put the food on the table when Angelique struck again. She had picked up one of my larger anesthesia texts "ANESTHESIOLOGY' by Collins, and had hurled it at me catching me in the kidney. This pissed me off to no end.

Picking up my book, I returned it to the bookcase. Turning, I looked Angelique in the eyes and said in a very cold voice; "Don't you ever do that again! I respected your house and your belongings. I expect nothing less from you. If you do throw something else, I will be forced to treat you like a little spoiled, and I do mean spoiled BRAT and teach you a lesson about respecting other peoples property."

Apparently, my threatening her was about the worst thing I could have done. Her Hispanic blood was at a boiling point and my implied threat was all it took to spill over.

"You Me'Elda, you Bendeho, you Madicone…" she yelled as she launched herself at me.

I stood there taking the beating and let her vent her rage. I drew the line when she started scratching and gouging with her fingernails. Grabbing her arms and squeezing, I yelled; "Stop, I've had enough of this!" Just as I was about to let go, I was the recipient of a massive shock that lasted about a minute in which a new phenomenon occurred. Instead of just absorbing the shock of pain and disease, I somehow ended up sharing my experiences with Angelique. When it was over, I let go, collapsed to the floor and started to violently convulse with all kinds of muscle contractions.

This so stunned Angelique that all she could do was stand there and watch. The convulsions finally stopped after about five minutes. A couple of minutes later, after I had regained use of my faculties, I staggered into the bathroom. I had lost all control of my bodily functions during this last episode and needed to take another shower to clean myself up. When I got out 10 minutes later, I was so exhausted; I just didn't care anymore. I dried off, leaving my soiled clothes on the floor, and walked naked to my room where I crawled into bed and collapsed never knowing what went on after nor caring.

I awoke Sunday afternoon around 2:00 PM feeling like I wanted to die. I expected to be alone and to find my apartment trashed. What I found was a clean apartment, clean clothes and Angelique sitting in a chair.

She got up but before she could say anything I snapped. "What the HELL are you still doing here? I would have thought that by now you would have fucking trashed this place and left seeing as how pissed off you were. Why don't you just leave, I can't take any more of what you have to dish out. Are you satisfied now?" I then just walked passed her to the kitchen to get some coffee and something to eat. I really didn't care what she had to say. Angelique had gotten her pound of flesh and then some.

I had finished cooking my toast eggs and coffee and was just starting to eat them at the table when Angelique came in.

"Jacob?" she said in a very quiet voice.

"What is you want Angelique?"

"Jake. I need to tell you something important and would like you to just listen. PLEASE!

After 36 plus hours of a very emotional roller coaster, I just didn't have anything left – physically or emotionally. As I finished eating I said; "All right Angelique, I'll listen. What is you have to tell me that is so important?"

"Would you pleas come into the living room so we can be more comfortable"

With that we moved into the living room where I sat in my recliner. Angelique, moving over to the sofa said; "Would you please come sit with me over here?"

"Angelique, after what I have been through the past 24 hours with you, I think it is our best interest for me to remain where I am."

Nodding with a pained expression she said; "I understand."

"Jacob…. You did something to me." 

I started to say something.

"No, stop. I asked that you hear what I said first and you agreed. Now as I said, you did something to me Friday night that I didn't understand and it scared the hell out of me. When I woke up and realized I was different because of you I was royally pissed off. So I came over here to find out what you did then rip you a new asshole for taking liberties with me. What I walked in on here even confused me more. I expected to find you lounging about doing what ever. But instead, I find you looking like death warmed over, puking your guts out and suffering massive muscle spasms. Finally, when you are all over your weird fit I find out that you supposedly healed me.

I thought to myself, what had you healed me of? You then rattled of a large and major portion of my health history as well as a sizable segment of my family history. Nobody but my physician knew about my lung cancer and now you not only told me that you knew about it but you told me I was cured. This really scared the hell out of me and at the same time made me more furious that you would invade my privacy. While you slept, I kept thinking and examining everything you did and said. I tried to smoke a cigarette to calm down but got violently sick even though I have been smoking for more than 20 years. After you woke up and came out, we talked some more then ordered the food. I kept pacing in order to keep myself under control but when you fell asleep on me again; I just lost it and attacked you. For that I am profoundly sorry.

Then, when you threatened me, something inside of me just snapped and I went after you with a vengeance. I don't know why, but you just let me vent my rage. You just stood there taking all the crap I was giving you without even saying anything or defending yourself. I don't know why but this just enraged me further. So when I tried to start to claw you, you drew the line. Grabbing my arms, you yelled at me to stop and that was when I received the second shock from you only this one was different, it didn't hurt. I don't know how to explain it other than I was given a glimpse or picture of your life during that brief shock episode.

Jake, I had NO idea or concept of what you meant when you said you had healed me. During that second shock, I experienced the full impact of what you did. How each time you choose to heal someone, especially the children, the degree of sacrifice to which you go to heal them. The pain involved. How much you suffer while doing it. How much it takes out of you and to think you endured all that for me so I could be happy. I don't know how you can stand it. I am so sorry for not understanding and for not being grateful for the blessing you gave me. Please forgive me Jake." As she started to cry, I heard her whimper in a very soft voice; "I'm so sorry."

Now I was surprised. Never, in over two decades of using my gift, had anyone who I have healed ever received a glimpse of what really happens when I heal a person. After reflecting on what I had been told and all of what had transpired, I came to a major (you might as well call this a LIGHT BULB MOMENT) conclusion. With all that Angelique had gone through, her reactions of confusion, fear, and anger were really not inappropriate and I had no grounds for being pissed off at her.

I slowly got up, walked over and knelt in front of her. Looking into her tear stained eyes I said; "Angelique, you have nothing to be sorry about and there is nothing for me to forgive. Your response to all of what has happened was entirely appropriate. But if it will make you stop crying and feel better, then I forgive you.

Launching herself off the sofa, throwing her arms around my neck and squeezed as if there was no tomorrow sobbing; "Thank you. Thank you. God, how can you still be so kind and forgiving?" Try as I might, as she squeezed me for dear life, I was unable to maintain any type of balance and collapsed.

Angelique never relinquished her hold on me as I fell and wound up on top of me as I landed on my back. As we lay there looking at on another, she kissed me. At first, it was just a soft tender kiss on the lips, but the longer it lasted the more intense it became. Before we knew it our tongues were dueling with one another and invading each other's mouth. After about fifteen minutes we broke the kiss.

Angelique looked at me and unrestrained passion said; "Jake please make love to me!"

"Angelique, I would love nothing better than to take you to bed and make love to you but I can't."

She started to cry again…

"Angelique, it's not that I don't want to make love to you, it's because I physically don't have the strength nor stamina to do so. Don't you think I could have held on to you and not fallen, with you ending up on top of me if I wasn't exhausted? When I make love to you the first time, I don't want a quick roll in the hay. I want to slowly make love to every square inch of you. Please, just stay the night and let me hold you."

Angelique had stopped crying and was intently looking at me. As I was speaking, she realized I was being totally honest with her. "Yes Jake, I'd love to spend the night with you so we can hold each other."

As we both got off the floor, the clock chimed 7:00 PM. I hadn't realized how long our discussion had taken as we locked up and turned the lights off. As we entered the bedroom, I went and grabbed a clean T-shirt. As Angelique headed to the bathroom, I handed her the shirt.

"What's this for?"

"Something for you to sleep in. OK?" "Oh, thanks."

When she was finished, I took my turn in the bathroom. After finishing, I returned to the bedroom to find Angelique in bed with the covers up to her chin and all the lights except the one on my bedside table off. Turning the light off, I striped (I always sleep in the nude) and crawled into bed. As Angelique slide over to kiss me goodnight and snuggle in, I received quite a surprise as I felt this soft breast with a very erect nipple come in contact with my side. As we settled down, I felt her soft hand rubbing my chest and gently exploring my body. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard this very audible gasp. Alarmed, I asked; "What's the matter? I always sleep this way."

"Nothing is the matter, it's just that, well your huge."

"Is that going to be a problem?" as I chuckled to myself.

"No, not at all, now go to sleep sweet man." where I settled down again and was asleep almost instantly.

As was my usual habit, I awoke at 5:30 AM. Needing to relieve myself of a full bladder, I slowly eased out of bed so as not to wake Angelique. Slipping into the bathroom I did the 4 S' (shit, shaved, showered, and shined) then went back to bed. As I lay on my side watching Angelique sleep, I couldn't help but notice the peaceful angelic aura that emanated from her as she lay there.

After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only about 30 minutes, I gave into temptation. I started ever so lightly to caress her arms with just the tips of my fingers. Several minutes later, I shifted down to her stomach where I started to trace light circles all over. Apparently Angelique enjoyed my ministrations since she gave several sighs of contentment while I was working. Taking her response as sings of approval, I gently pulled the covers down to reveal two of the most perfectly full breast I have ever seen that had areola the size of small apples and the color of milk chocolate with nipples (long and fat) that were just made for sucking on. I started my exploration of these beautiful breasts first by lightly tracing the whole left breast then slowly worked my way all forward and back around the outer curvature, eventually making my way to her areola and nipple. As I caressed the areola and nipple, they quickly became very stimulated with the nipple becoming hard as a pencil eraser but only about four times as big. Continuing to caress and stimulate her tit caused the blood to pump into it, which resulted her breast feeling almost inflamed. This in turn elicited a soft but definite moan from Angelique. Hearing this, I leaned over her right breast and gently started to lick and suck on it while my hand continued its' ministrations to the left one. This in turn caused Angelique to continue softly moaning over and over again.

As I continued to suck on her nipple, I let my hand wander down her abdomen to her unseen treasure beneath the covers. When I reached her pubis, it was to feel very short and neatly trimmed pubic hair. I ran my hand further on down to her legs to caress the tops and outer sides of her thighs. While I doing this, Angelique continued to moan with small but definite pelvic movements. When I started to move my hand up the inside of her thighs, Angelique's legs voluntarily parted giving me access to her greatest feminine treasure.

As I started to explore Angelique's vaginal lips, her hip moaning and movements became much more pronounced, almost as if she was trying to capture my fingers which in return resulted in Angelique becoming extremely wet. When I finally inserted a finger into her pussy, it slid in to her like a hot knife through soft butter. I slowly pumped my finger in and out of her for several minutes then withdrew to play with her clit. As I manipulated her clit, she really started moaning and squirming. After several more minutes of this, I slid my two middle fingers back into her pussy to play with her G-spot while the heel of my hand continued to manipulate her clit. When I gently bit down on her nipple, Angelique shuddered, screamed, and went rigid as she clamped her legs around my had so tightly that I couldn't move it.