Copyright © 2005, Locksby. ALL Rights Reserved Story_codes: mf, teen, sex, first, action-adven Story_intro: Luke's life: The beginning. This is the story of Luke McNamara and his near death ascension to wealth and privilege. It is about his love affair with the young Abernathy girl, the daughter of billionaire tycoon James Abernathy. And it is about his life changes. While this one story is complete it is yet only the beginning of Luke's fame, fortune, and women. Locksby: The Abernathy Affair Copyright 2005: Locksby Author: Locksby – locksbyrivers@yahoo.com This is in part based on a true story, true experiences... HAHAHAHA, Yeah Right... Usual Legal Junk: If you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal to possess such material in your area, bla, bla, bla... please delete now. Don't come crying to me cause you got yer-self tossed in the pokey. The characters contained with in this story are purely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons is pure horseshit. ------------------------------------------------------- ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ----------------------------------------------------------------- - Chapter 1 The Crash Written by Locksby Growing up in a small industrial town in east Georgia didn't present many career opportunities for me. In fact, I had two choices. The first involved living in a cardboard box, hunger, and starvation. The other was to work in the local factory for the next forty years, slaving just to pay the bills and die before I retired. At the time, I was a young teen and had no idea that I was creating my own third choice, my own future. The local hang out for the young crowd was the county airport. It was practically the only thing to do in the little town. There were no malls, theaters, bowling alleys, or anything else. Looking back, the only real reason that the airport was even there was because the big shots at the mill wanted a place to fly in and out. If not for them, the runway would have been nothing more than a stretch of dirt in the middle of a cow pasture. Any free time any of us had was spent in the back of pickup trucks parked at the west end of the runway, watching the occasional plane taking off overhead, making out, or getting drunk. It was here that I had my first beer, it was here that I lost my virginity, and it was here where discovered my love of flying. A friend of my fathers owned his own plane. It wasn't much, just a little single engine Cessna. It was about the time I got my drivers license that he started taking me up on Saturday afternoons. After a year, I got my license to fly and from then on there was no way anyone could keep me on the ground. I worked only just enough to pay for aircraft fuel. The rest of my time was spent in the air soaring with the birds. After high school, I immediately took a full time job with the local industry, but flying planes instead of welding steel. I lucked up and got the Atlanta run, taxiing the suits back and forth every day. I eventually made quite a lot of friends at the Atlanta International Airport, which led to me getting a job with a company that flew private charters for big money tycoons. I even got to take a few celebrities down to the Caribbean Islands. Which brings us to the event that changed my life forever. ----------------------------------------------------------------- --- My phone in my apartment rang early Thursday morning in the middle of my week off. "Hello?" My voice cracked a little. My body may have been sitting up, but I'd left my brain on the pillow. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. "Luke? You awake?" I recognized my boss's voice. "No, Luke is asleep at the moment because it's..." I paused to look at the clock, "it's 5 in the morning, please leave a message at the sound of the tone." I didn't even bother to fake the beeping sound; I just hung up and fell back into my pillow. My boss and I had become pretty good friends over the past few years, but not good enough friends for five AM. (Ring...Ring) "What!" I whined in frustration. "Sorry, I know it's 5, but I've got something special for ya. Come on... just hear me out." "Larry, the last special you had for me the people spent 5 hours fucking all the way to Puerto Rico and didn't even bother to wipe the seat when they got off the plane." "Yeah, sorry about that, this one is different. It's easy, I promise." "Bullshit! There is no such thing as easy with you. What is it?" "It's a cinch; just take some guy's daughter down to Nassau. I'll give you triple pay if you can be off the ground by eight this morning." "Why can't Jimmy do it?" I asked. "Jimmy isn't feeling good." "Bullshit, the girl is twelve isn't she." I groaned. I hated flying young kids. All they do is stay right in your face the whole flight and ask what each and every switch does. That is, if they didn't start just pushing buttons on their own. I even had one kid start a fuel dump while we were three hundred miles from shore at thirty thousand feet. "Sixteen." Larry whispered. "Aggggwwww. Come on Larry, find someone else." "Please Luke; you're the only one who'll even talk to me about it." I thought about the idea of the triple pay for a few minutes and then reluctantly agreed ,but I told Larry to fuel up the Citation Jet and prep it. There was no way I was going to take any of the slower planes. I wanted this flight over as fast as possible. He started bitching about the cost, it was a much more expensive jet to fly, but he changed his tone when I told him I was going back to bed. ------------------------------------------------------ I pulled up two hours later and walked through the hanger to the inside office. The Citation was sitting just outside the hanger doors with both turbines running, just as I requested. I first checked the weather report and then called in my flight plan to the tower. Larry walked through the door as I was hanging up. He thanked me for getting up so early to do this for him, but I gave him my eat-shit-and-die look. Just then, looking through the glass, I saw a black limo pull through the hanger doors. My guest had arrived. Two large, six and a half foot tall, two hundred and fifty pound pit bulls stepped out of the car. Each dressed like secret service 'Wanta be's'. A third man in an expensive suit stepped out the back. He turned to extend his hand to someone inside. A young blonde took his hand and stepped out. My gaze locked on her as they both walked toward the office with their guard dogs' two steps behind. Her long blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail, swayed from side to side with her hips. She looked like a runway model, but her face and demeanor were that of a quiet little girl. She was in one of those awkward stages of life, not a girl, but not yet a woman. God she was beautiful. The man opened the office door for his daughter and allowed her to enter first. One of the guards turned and stood watch outside of the door and the other entered behind MR. Mystery--keeping his distance. "Good morning Mr. Jones." The man extended his hand to Larry. "Good morning. You must be James Abernathy." "Most of the time." The man remarked with a devilish smirk on his face. "This is my daughter, Katharine." Abernathy turned to me with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. McNamara." Stunned, I simply nodded. How in the hell did he know my name? "Is everything ready?" he asked. "Yes sir, all we need is your baggage." Larry replied. "Very good, we'll see you on the tarmac." Abernathy turned and left. As soon as the door closed, I turned to Larry. "Where do you know him from?" "I've never met the guy in my life!" "Then how in the hell did he know who we were? You didn't get me into some kind of government shit did you?" "Not that I know of, he's paying with a personal check," Larry shrugged. Minutes later, with everything stowed away, I sat at the controls of the cockpit doing my final checks and Katharine was saying her goodbyes to her father as he strapped her into the passenger seat. "Bye Daddy! I love you." "I love you too, sweetie!" he replied and kissed her on the forehead. "Have fun, but don't give your mother a hard time." "Yes sir." She replied, but the girlish giggle that followed somehow made me feel sorry for her mother. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. McNamara," James said as he walked past the cockpit door. I glanced over my shoulder and nodded to him as asked the tower for clearance over the headset. Moments later, the ground crew waved me off and the tower cleared our departure. After I taxied to the end of the runway I switched on the intercom and looked over my shoulder to my guest behind me. "This is going to be quick so hold tight." I warned her. The tower had informed me that a Delta heavy was on fast approach behind me. The young girl nodded her head and smiled fearlessly. She undoubtedly had flown quite often and seemed as calm as a cat. I eased the throttle forward until the plane had a little momentum and then pushed the twin levers all the way down. The jet engines roared and pushed me into my seat. I have always LOVED that part. The plane literally jumped into the air before I was halfway down the runway. Pulling the stick back I pointed the aircraft into the sky. I glanced down at the airspeed indicator; 350 knots and we weren't more than a mile from the runway. Damn I loved this plane. The tower squawked over the radio giving me an airspeed caution, but cleared me for exit of the airport's airspace. Minutes later, I leveled out the plane at thirty thousand feet and eased off the throttle. My airspeed was pushing close to 550. Much faster and the FAA would be crawling up my ass about popping the sound barrier. I spent the next half hour plotting the autopilot (though I rarely used it), listening to chatter from other planes, calculating e.t.a., fuel consumption, etc... A small hand placed lightly on my right shoulder startled me. Katharine leaned over the center console with her head turned to me, trying to say something. I pulled my headphones off and switched the audio to speaker. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I tried shouting to you a few times, but you didn't answer." "Oh... sorry, I had my headset on. Is something wrong?" "Not really, I'm just bored." Oh no! This is always how it starts, kids get bored so they want to sit up in the cockpit, then they want to talk, next they play with buttons, and shortly afterward they send us plummeting to our deaths to become stains on the ground below--all because the kid was bored. "There's a TV in the back if you want." I said trying to divert her attention from the front of the plane. "I don't like TV that much. Do you have any books?" Books? A teenaged girl was asking for books? Maybe she wasn't the Barbie that I had taken her for. "Umm... Not really, there are some magazines though." "Yeah, found those too, but I was looking for something with a little more weight to it." For a moment, I realized how pretty the girls face was. I hadn't really been this close to her before. The only makeup she wore was a light blue eye shadow and lip-gloss. She didn't need any other. Her skin was as flawless and smooth as a baby's ass. Her silky blonde hair showed no signs of coloring either. I wondered, briefly, if the rest of her was naturally blonde. When her squeaky voice piped up again, I was quickly reminded of her young age. "That's ok. Thanks anyway." She replied and ducked back into the passenger cabin. She didn't ask to sit up in the cockpit. Hmmm... This was new. Around thirty minutes later the land disappeared behind us and we were surrounded by blue sea and sky as far as you could see. There was little left to do after we passed over the ocean and now I was beginning to get bored. I switched on the intercom to address my passenger. "Things are settling down up here now. If you're still bored you can come up to the cockpit." I said softly using my professional pilot's voice. Quickly she darted from her seat and ducked into the front of the plane. "Can I sit down?" "Sure, just hike your leg over the console here and into that slot on left side." She did as instructed. "Be careful not to bump any of the controls... that's right, now slide your rear into the seat and do the same with the right leg... yeah, just like that." I watched her long, thin legs in tight black pants slip into the slots. Speaking of slots, I briefly wondered about hers. My eyes quickly grazed up her thighs to the small crease where her leg folded from her hip. She was a very thin girl. "Thank you! Should I put on these straps?" "No, you don't have to." I replied as I tried to appear nonchalant and pilotly professional by returning my attention back to the controls and out the windows. "How long have you been flying?" "Oh... 9 years this fall. You?" "I've been in planes as long as I can remember." "What kind of business is your Dad in?" I asked trying to make small talk. "Oh, he's into all kinds of things." She answered and almost seemed to be avoiding the topic. "How long till we get there?" "Just under 4 more hours." We continued to make light conversation for the next hour. A few times she asked me about controls or buttons, but she really didn't linger of the topic, thankfully. I had been watching the radar for the past few minutes. We were quickly approaching a small storm system. It didn't look like much at first. As we got closer I was able to gather a little more data on it. The storm was small, but packing a big punch like most tropical systems. "You might want to go back to your seat. We're coming up on a small storm." I said and pointed to the radar screen on the console between us. "Can I stay up here? I've been in storms before on a plane, but never gotten to see it from up front." "Well..." I contemplated for a moment. "Ok, but you have to strap in." I watched her fool around with the buckles for a minute, but we were getting closer and closer to the storm. Finally while keeping my eyes on the darkening sky ahead I reached between her legs, grasped the center clip in the palm of my hand and pulled it up to her belly. The back of my hand rested on her firm stomach, inches below her breasts. Still keeping one hand on the control and my eyes glued to the angry, black clouds ahead, I talked her through buckling each strap. She wasn't moving fast enough. I tried to encourage her to move faster, but it just wasn't happening. The plane pierced through the first of the thunderheads as she was locking in the last of the straps. A violent updraft bounced the plane roughly and I jerked my hand back to the yoke. "We need to gain some altitude to get over this thing." I said, pushing the throttle higher and pulling back on the yoke. The engines roared louder. As the plane started climbing a powerful and violent wind burst hit the plane dead on. I felt my body lurch forward into the straps. The plane felt as if it had just slammed into a wall. Alarms started sounding from the console as warning lights flashed. The computers voice sounded out, "Caution... Flame... Out... Caution... Flame... Out..." I quickly pushed the button to silence the alarm. The wind gust and rain had flooded the engine and blew the flame out. The aircraft pulled violently to the right. I compensated by stomping on the rudder pedals. With my right hand, I worked at the controls trying to reignite the engine. It wasn't working. Our airspeed was falling fast. We were well below three hundred miles per hour now and I knew that things were going to get a lot worse if I didn't get the speed up. "We're slowing." I warned my passenger. "Isn't that a good thing?" she asked with worry on her face. "No. We need the speed to punch through these winds." I kept trying to restart the engine, but nothing was working. Another massive headwind slammed into us. The plane shook violently and dipped down toward the water. By now our altitude was below ten thousand and the rain was getting heavier. A loud crack and boom shook the plane and deafened us. More alarms rang out and the last engine grew silent. "Oh Shit!" Katharine screamed. Flying blind and engineless, I picked up the mike and started radioing our position with a mayday. "I repeat, we are going down!" the words echoed through my mind. I had never used those words before and it scared the shit out of me to be doing it now. "Alpha Charley Seven Two Niner. I read you. Repeat your position, your message is garbled." A voice sang out over the radio. "Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Alpha Charley Seven Two Niner. Engines are out, we are going down. Position 78, 25 west 26, 38 north! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday." We suddenly broke through the cloud layer. It was dark as hell. I could see the water growing closer below in the lightening strikes. "Alpha Charley Seven Two Niner. I read your mayday. Please repeat your position again." "Fuck, the radio must be fried!" I yelled. Katharine was balling her eyes out with her hands covering a scream. "Repeat, Position 78, 25 west 26, 38 north! Mayday! Mayday! Mayday." "Say again Seven Two Niner, Say again." I suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the distance during the last lightening flash. It was ahead, but just off to the right. There was another flash. Yes I was certain of it now. Some kind of an island; or at least I hoped. Taking the chance I steered the plane for it. Whatever it was, I was about to make it my runway. I calculated that we couldn't stay in the air for more than another sixty seconds. We were nearly scraping the waves as it was. Seconds later another lightening bolt illuminated my target. Yes! "An island!" I shouted. "Hang on and brace yourself." If I planned this right we just might live through this. I already knew that a strong wind was pushing from our right and we were close to stalling speed. We were nearly on top of the beach now. I forced the yaw stick down, diving us to the water below in the hopes of picking up a little more speed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Katharine shouted and started to reach for the stick. "IF YOU TOUCH, YOU DIE!" With less than a fifty feet left between us and the breaking water below, I jerked the yaw stick back and sharply to the right. The plane creaked with the sounds of twisting metal, but it did exactly as I hoped. The nose curled around to the right and rose just above the horizon. The second that I felt like we were pointing right into the headwind I jerked the flaps lever, almost ripping it from the console. The plane came to an immediate halt in the sky as we lost all of our forward momentum. For a brief second in time I felt completely weightless. "FALLING!" I shouted. I felt my body weight suddenly pressed forward into the straps as the plane, standing nearly straight up, fell backwards toward the water below. "GET OUT AS SOON AS WE HIT!" I shouted to Katharine. "DO YOU HEAR ME!?!" With tears pouring from her eyes and her cheeks blue from the lack of breathing, she nodded. With only about four more seconds before we hit the water, I jerked on the extinguisher lever to flood the engines with foam. I didn't want to risk the heat igniting the jet fuel if the gas tanks ruptured. I felt my body falling faster and faster. The weight in the rear of the plane kept that end pointed toward the ground, but unfortunately it also pulled us down faster. I knew I was about to be in extreme pain--if I lived at all. The breath was suddenly crushed from my lungs and my head grew fuzzy as the force of sudden stop slammed our bodies against the seats. A half a second later we were blasted with the force of another hit from under our feet. This time it was the belly of the plane hitting the water. Realizing that we had landed, well... crashed, I hit the button on my buckle with my fist and loosed myself. Looking to Katharine, I did the same for her. Shock had overtaken her. Her wide, zombified eyes stared at me with her mouth gaping open. "OUT! GET OUT!" I grabbed her by her arm and jerked her from the seat. Katharine started screaming again, but we didn't have time for me to find out why. I dragged her out of the cockpit and to the exit door. I tried to lift the lever, but it was jammed locked. Thinking quickly I ripped the emergency panel from the bottom of the door and kicked the big red button to fire the explosive bolts. With a flash and a boom, the door blasted from the side of the plane. A flood of salty water rushed through the bottom half of the doorway, nearly pulling our legs out from under us. "SWIM!" I shouted and pushed Katharine through the doorway. We both dove into the warm, violent water. The waves were breaking eight feet above our heads. As the next swell brought us high into the air, I quickly glanced around for the beach. It was behind us. Pulling at her arm I tried to shout, "THIS WAY!" Water flooded into my mouth and lungs, though. Coughing and spurting, I swam through the swells, pulling Katharine behind me by her arm. I wasn't sure if she was conscious or not. It didn't feel like she was helping much and I couldn't open my eyes to look, they were already on fire from the salt water. Swimming blindly, I headed for what I thought would be the beach. I had no idea how long it took; it could have been only minutes, but it felt like hours. Finally, my kicking feet finally hit sand below me. By this time Katharine had either given up or was totally unconscious, I wasn't sure. It felt like I was dragging dead weight. Digging my feet into the sand, I fought the undertow with all my strength and worked my way up the shore. When the water level finally fell below my waist I turned and tucked my hands under her armpits. Pulling her, I dragged her lifeless body onto the beach. Once we were past the wash and on solid ground I dropped her on her back and collapsed to my hands and knees beside her. Gasping for air I called out her name over the sound of the howling wind and rain. "KATHARINE!... KATHARINE!..." There was no answer. Her eyes weren't open and her mouth closed. OH SHIT! I rolled her onto her side and pried her mouth open. A half a gallon of water poured out. Realizing that her lungs were full of water, I rolled her back onto her back and with both hands pressed into her small stomach. More water spurted from her mouth and nose. Again. Placing my fingers to her neck I felt her pulse. At least her heart was still beating. I tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Placing my lips over hers, sealing our mouths together I blew into her lungs as hard as I could. Her chest rose high, but as soon as I pulled my mouth away her chest sank back down and forced more water out. I repeated this many, many times trying to revive the little girl, but it seemed like no hope. "BREATH DAMN IT!! BREATH!!" I shouted into her face and I placed my mouth to hers again. One last time, I forced air into the young lungs with all my might. Katharine immediately coughed, and what seemed like the force of vomit, expelled water from her lungs. It flew into my face and washed down across hers. She gasped for air and then coughed up more water. Over and over again she worked hard to pull in oxygen and expel the water. With her eyes still closed, her coughing continued, but deepened into a hack. No more water was coming out. Pulling her head to my stomach and resting her body in my lap, I held the little girl close. Looking up into the angry sky as the rain poured down onto us, I whispered to myself, "We're alive..." Chapter 2 Marooned Despite the odds and all of natures furry, we were alive! I awoke sometime later lying on my back in the sand. My body had shut down and collapsed from the pure exhaustion of it all. I had no idea how long I had been out, hours, maybe even days. I assumed it to be the same day, but there was no way to be sure. I'd heard of people collapsing after a traumatizing experience and not waking up for days. Katharine's head still lay on my chest with her arms draped about in the sand. The sun must have come out because when I tried to open my eyes a blinding light screwed them shut again. I groaned and raised a sandy hand to my forehead. Blinking, I slowly cracked my eyelids open. The sun was riding low in the horizon. I checked Katharine to make sure that she was still breathing and softly removed her from atop of me. I slowly sat up, feeling the aching pain of every muscle in my body. As my eyes continued to adjust, I gazed around us to get a scope on the situation. The beach disappeared behind us in either direction. Ok, so we're on the tip of some kind of peninsula. Turning to look behind us. The palm thick forest was only about fifty feet behind. No mountains in the background, only the tops of the palms. Katharine began to groan and wiggle. I wasn't sure if she was waking up or just stirring in her sleep. Either way, I left her alone while I struggled to my feet. I heard a bird chirping in the distance. Birds! At least there was some source of life here. I spent a few minutes staggering along the tree line gazing into the dense, palm forest, but keeping my distance, staying safely in the open sand. I did see quite a bit of downed trees and other dead foliage, good for making a fire. I had gotten a few hundred yards from Katharine so I decided to head back and maybe walk down the other side of the beach. As I approached her I saw a bit of movement. By the time I reached her she was nearly fully awake. I dropped to my knees beside her. "Katharine! Can you hear me?" "Uhhhhhhhhh..." she groaned and threw her arm over her face, burring her eyes in her elbow. "Katharine!" She coughed a bit and said softly, "Stop shouting." "God Damn! Your awake!" I exhaled a deep and long sigh of relief. "I don't want to be. (Cough)" "Does anything hurt?" "My leg... ankle." "Both?" "No, ankle." "Which one?" I asked. She still hadn't removed her arm covering her eyes. "Left one. My chest hurts too." "I'm sure it does." "Why?" "You had a gallon of water in your lungs when I dragged you out of the water." "I drowned?" "Yeah, sorta... I'll tell ya later." I moved down to her feet and pushed her tight pants leg up a bit. I could already see that her foot was swelling over the sides of the black flats. She screamed as I tried to pull the shoe heal from her foot. "Sorry! Just hang on a second." I tried to comfort her, but kept on pulling. After a few more screams, I finally worked the shoe off her foot. It was swollen all right! And black and blue, too. "Is it broke?" she asked. "Not sure. I think it's just a really bad sprain." Slowly, as I supported her ankle, Katharine removed her arm from her face and sat up on her hands. She pried her eyes open, fighting the bright light. "Where are we?" she mumbled with a scratchy voice. "I don't know. A good guess would be about 200 miles northwest of Nassau." "Where's the plane?" "Out there in the water somewhere. Not really sure of that either." Katharine squinted to scan the water line, but saw nothing. "I'm gonna pull you up closer to those trees." I explained and stood behind her. Grasping her armpits I dragged her backwards. Once there I told her that I was going to gather up some dry wood. "Why?" "For a fire. It's going to get pretty cold tonight." "And just how do you plan on lighting this fire? Oh wait, I seem to have a lighter in my pocket." She said sarcastically with a scowl. "Don't be ugly." "Sorry." "I grew up in a small town, the only thing for boys to do was baseball and boy scouts." I spent the next hour pulling large logs and limbs to where Katharine was sitting. Since she couldn't very well walk to a campsite, I'd have to bring the campsite to her. Once satisfied that I had gathered sufficient quantity I started the drudgingly slow process of stripping the hairs out of a husk from a palm tree. "Let me have your other shoe." "Why do you want my shoe?" she asked as she pulled it from her foot. Her sarcasm had died away and she was quickly building a keen interest in what I was doing. "Just watch." I grinned mischievously, taking the shoe from her. I pulled off my wristwatch and laid it flat on a log. Taking her shoe by the toe I slammed the heal down on the watch face. The crystal lens popped out of the face into the sand--unfortunately so did the rest of the parts. Picking up the glass I held it up to Katharine, showing her. "See, there's a little magnifying glass where the date is supposed to be." "So... you're going to look for bugs in the wood?" She smirked with a smile. "Nope..." I said as I placed the glass over the pile of fine palm hairs. "You see... the suns light is a powerful thing..." I paused adjusting the beam of light, focusing it onto the dried hairs, "If you focus all the light into one... single..." I started gently blowing air across the hairs as I noticed the first little puff of smoke rise, "tiny... beam, then you can..." A flame suddenly jumped up from the dried material and began to engulf the whole pile quickly, "burn just about anything." I smiled to her as I added small sticks of wood, slowly building up the flames and heat. Once the fire was blazing high, I maneuvered a log behind Katharine for her to lean against. By now the sun had set down under the horizon. Darkness was filling the sky. "It's no leather seat, but at least you can lean on it." I said as I plopped down next to her, enjoying the warmth of the fire. "Thank you." "Oh, it was nothing." I grinned as I warmed my hands. I was proud of my fire. "No, I mean thank you for saving my life." "Oh... well, your welcome. How much do you remember?" "Not much, mostly the part where the engine died. What happened after that?" "Hmmm..." I sighed. "You sure you want to hear about this now?" I asked, propping my arm up on my knee. "Yeah." "Ok, well... While we were approaching the storm I tried to throttle up and rise above the clouds, but we were hit by some kind of microburst and it blew the number two engine out." "Yeah I remember that." "Well, normally that wouldn't be such a big thing, but I had to slow the plane down and drop down so I could relight the engine. It wouldn't start up though. It was so saturated with rain, I guess." "I thought that planes like that could run even with one engine." "Yeah, under normal conditions, but when you're on just one the plane pushes to the side, the pilot has to use the rudder to compensate." "To keep the plane straight." "Right, but the wind was so strong it would have ripped the tail end off of the plane. They're not made to take that kind of stress, so I had to slow down and drop off some altitude, which put us right into the heart of the storm. That was when the lightening hit us." Katharine looked puzzled. "You don't remember?" I asked. "No. Things get really fuzzy after the engine thing." "I'd guess so, you were pretty scared. I was too. Anyway... The lightening must have shorted out the electrical and we lost the number one engine. That's when I started radioing for help." "Did anyone answer?" "Yeah, sort of. I couldn't tell who it was, it could have been another airplane or a tower... or even a boat, who knows." "So they're sending help right!" "I think so. The radio was pretty messed up and I know they got our ID, but... I'm not sure they got our position. If they didn't get it, it could be a few days before someone finds us, maybe even a week." Katharine was beginning to look worried. "We could starve to death by then." "NO! No one is going to die! Don't even start thinking like that. Survival is 99 percent attitude. Besides, I heard some birds earlier and these trees are full of coconuts. There is plenty of food around here." She seemed to settle down. "What's the other one percent?" "Luck." I laughed trying to cheer her up, but it didn't work. "So, what happened next?" "Oh... well... while I was talking on the radio I spotted this island. I knew the plane couldn't stay in the air for more than another minute so I tried to get as close as I could and then dove for the water." "Yeah I remember that. I remember you yelling at me for something." "Sorry, but you were about to grab the stick." "Oh... why in the world did you do that anyway?" "We needed speed and the only way to do it was to drop faster. When we were just close enough to the water I banked up into a headwind and opened the flaps. That stalled the plane out and let it drop straight down, backwards. See... if we were to hit head first the impact would have killed us, but by stopping the plane in mid air we were able to fall backwards and let the ass end of the plane take the crash, instead of us." "Oh... wow... I see your point." "Anyway... after we hit the water I pulled you out of the plane." "Yeah I remember that part... I think that was when I hurt my ankle. I remember it was stuck under something." "Sorry... I guess you have me to blame for that cause I pulled you from your seat. I didn't mean to, I..." "Hey, don't worry about it. Keep on with the story." "Ok, well we dove into the water and swam to shore. Well... mostly I pulled you, but when we finally got to the beach you weren't breathing. Your chest was full of water. I pushed out as much as I could and then gave you mouth to mouth." "Wow... I guess I owe you a lot more than I thought." I shrugged, "Not really... anyone would have done the same." "Not anyone I know," she mumbled and gazed off to the red and blue clouds fading in the horizon. We sat in awkward silence for a while. The tall flames were memorizing. Later, my stomach began to growl. I told Katharine that I was going for some coconuts. I had no idea how I was going to get them open, but if we didn't find something to drink we'd be in serious trouble. The coconuts were all over the place so I decided to look for the most important thing first, something sharp. I walked through the dark, thick forest for a while, not finding anything, not even a rock. As I got deeper into the foliage, a few birds started to chirp. They seemed to be following me, almost mocking me. Then I realized that they had probably never seen a human before. "Wait a second!" I mumbled to myself. "Birds have to drink something." Then it dawned on me, drinking water! There must be water somewhere, but where. I searched for what seemed like hours and found nothing. The moon was beginning to rise high over the treetops. I decided to head back, but dreaded returning empty handed. On my hike back to camp I heard something rustling in the trees beside me. I wasn't really expecting anything dangerous, this was in all likelihood a completely deserted island, but instinct caused me to turn my head. I looked to the treetop, but saw nothing when out of the corner of my eye; I caught a glimmer of light close to the ground. At first I thought it to be the moon reflecting off of the ocean, but I didn't think that I was close to the beach. I had tried to keep my heading directly toward the center of the island. Curiosity got the best of me so I decided to check it out. The shimmering became brighter and brighter and as I grew closer I realized that the water was not moving, not like ocean water. I started running. As I passed through the tree line my foot caught on a fallen log. My body went flying through the air and I landed face down in warm water. I had fallen right into some sort of pool of rainwater. I shouted for joy and then dove my head under the water, gulping up as much of the liquid into my stomach as I could. Once filled myself, I looked around for something to carry the water to Katharine. I found some old, dried out coconuts that were mostly whole with large cracks in the tops of them. I filled four of them up and headed back to camp. It took a while, but I finally reached the beach. I didn't come out exactly where the camp was, but I figured that it was just off to the right around the next turn. I was right; as I rounded the turn I saw the dim flames of our campfire. As I grew closer I realized that Katharine wasn't there. "Katharine!" "Katharine!" I waited to get a bit closer before trying again. "Katharine!" I shouted once more. "I'm over here." She yelled from the tree line. "I'll be there in a minute." I set the coconuts down in the sand, burying the bottoms, so they wouldn't tip over. "What's the matter?" I called out as I listened to her rustling around in the foliage. "Nothing... I just had to pee. I'll be there in a sec." Moments later the hobbling little girl came into the light. I trotted over to her to help and placed her arm around my neck. "I was starting to get worried..." "You were worried?" she cut me off. "You're the one who disappeared for two hours." "Oh... sorry, I found some water though." "WATER!" her face brightened in the firelight as I helped her sit down. She forgot all about being mad at me. "Yeah! A small pool, its rain water." I fetched the coconuts and handed her one. She drank the whole thing down quickly and held her hand out for another. I settled down beside her after adding a few more dried palm tree logs to the fire. A silence fell between us once again. "I think I'll try and swim out to the plane tomorrow." "Why?" she asked looking at me as if I was out of my mind. "There are some supplies in it that we need. Medical stuff, survival gear, flares, and maybe a hand radio if we're lucky." "Do you think you could get me my makeup bag?" It was my turn to look at her like she was out of her mind. Katharine burst into a giggle. "Sorry, I was just teasing." "Good cause I was about to throw you back into the ocean." "You wouldn't dare." "Try me." Leaning back against the log, looking up to the star filled sky, I drifted off to sleep. Chapter 3 Day 2 "LUKE!... LUKE!..." A voice rang out in my dreams. "Not now Crystal... I'm trying to sleep." I mumbled. "LUKE! A PLANE!" the voice shouted again and a fist punched me in the chest. Coughing, I sat up, and realized that I wasn't in my bed. The cold hard truth of the sand below me chilled my spirits. "Look!" I glanced to Katharine to see her pointing to the sky. I could hear the faint roar of a passenger jet. Looking up into the blinding, blue sky I saw the distant contrails. "It's too far away." I disappointedly mumbled and leaned back against the cold log and closed my eyes again. "Who's Crystal?" I heard her ask. "Who?" "Crystal, you said her name." "Oh, just some girl I dated a few months ago." "Humph... Bet you've got a girl in every city, huh." I sensed the sarcasm in her voice. "Yeah... something like that." I growled. The truth of the matter is that I hadn't had a date in months. I dozed off to sleep a little longer. I awoke sometime later with a huge need to pee so I went into the trees to relieve myself. When I returned I found Katharine ripping her pants off at the thighs. "What are you doing?" "Making shorts," she said as she ripped the thin elastic like fabric of her black pants. "You should have just taken them off." "Are you out of your mind?" "Why not? Panties have a hell of a lot more fabric in them than most swimsuits these days. Besides, you'll wish you hadn't done that when it gets cold tonight." "I... ummm... didn't wear any." My eyes turned sharply to hers and grew wide. "You didn't... never mind." I stopped myself from saying anything else. The mental image of the young girl in her skintight black pants with no panties on stuck in my mind all morning. Later that morning I left Katharine on the beach and swam out to where I thought the plane would be. It wasn't there. I swam back and walked down the beach a bit. Once again I dove in and swam out searching. Still no luck. I came back to the beach to rest for a moment. I tried once more, this time I struck gold. It was about thirty feet below me on the sandy bottom. I swam down, enduring the hard pressure change pounding in my ears, and entered the door hatch. I found a small pocket of air floating along the roof of the passenger cabin. It was just enough to keep me alive in the sunken aircraft while I searched through the wreckage in the rear of the plane. I found the medical box, emergency supplies, one of Katharine's suitcases, and a tiny life raft. I tied the life raft rope through the handles of the boxes and suitcase, gasped for one last breath of air from the pocket at the ceiling and then shoved the whole lot of it out the door. I pulled at the ripcord and watched the inflating raft and bound cargo soar to the surface ahead me. Gasping for air I tossed my body over the side of the raft. With the salvage still dangling on the rope below me, I rode the waves into shore. Once on dry sand again, I dragged the whole mass back to camp. Katharine immediately dove into her suitcase while I concentrated on the emergency box. I opened the steel box to find everything saturated with water, but most importantly, the critical items were there. One by one I pulled the items from the box and placed them in the sand, taking a mental inventory. "Jack pot!" I yelled as I held the flair gun high into the air. From my perspective we had struck gold. Flair gun, knife, bandages, waterproof matches... it was all there. Katharine on the other hand, was hugely disappointed. Her clothes were all soaking wet, leather ruined, and everything covered in salt and sand. "Can you still wear them?" I asked sarcastically. "No!" "No, I mean are you still alive to wear clothes?" "Yes." "Then what's the problem kid?" No response. Rude comments filled my mind. Most of them ended with the phrase, 'bitchy little rich kid'. I finished organizing our supplies then I helped Katharine sort through her clothes and lay them out in the sand to dry. My aggravation with her quickly faded as I started paying attention to what I was laying on the sand. My hands began to tremble as I spread out a pair of the sexiest panties I had ever seen. They were silken, blue thongs. The next were a pair of white, very high cut French bikini panties. The ones after that were little more than strings woven into a spider web with a small patch of cotton where her lips would be. Next I picked up one of her padded bras that I imagined did little more than just cover her nipples. Later we sat by the fire once again. I was in the middle of wrapping her ankle with a bandage from the medical kit. She pulled her other leg up to rest her chin on her knee. My eyes gazed up her smooth, thin leg to her crotch. Her puffy pussy lips created a bulge in the V between her legs. The tight black material was pulling between her pantyless lips giving me a perfect view of her crease. My dick tingled and stirred in my jeans. Speaking of jeans, I had to do something about these. I was starting to burn up. "I'm sorry for fussing about the clothes. You're right, I should just be happy to be alive." She nodded her head and tucked her bottom lip under her teeth. "It's ok, I'm sorry I snapped at you, it was rude and I shouldn't have." "I deserved it." "No you didn't." "No really I..." "Ok, yes you did." She didn't realize that I was joking with her until I grinned, and she giggled. After I finished wrapping half the roll of tape around the ace bandage I stood up and started pulling off my belt. "Wait! What are you doing?" Katharine said. She looked shocked. "Unless you have something in all that that will fit me, I've got to turn these jeans into shorts." I answered pointing to her display of cloths drying all over the beach. "But..." "Relax, I'm wearing underwear." I grinned to her. "Unlike someone I know..." Katharine chuckled in embarrassment. "I thought you said that wasn't a good idea because of the cold?" "Yeah, but I'm just a guy and were all cold hearted anyway, right?" She rolled her eyes and mumbled, "You said it." I snaked off my jeans and took the knife to them. After cutting off the legs I pulled them back on. As I pulled them back up my thighs, I glanced over to Katharine and realized that she had been staring into the crotch of my boxers the whole time. I quickly pulled my shorts up. Her face was beat red. "Your face is all red." I teased her. "Are you ok?" "Umm... yeah... Sorry. It's just that I've never seen a guy get undressed before." "Never?" "Nope, I've been in all girls' schools all my life." "Oh... sorry... I didn't realize. I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just figured that... you've... well, at least... you know." "No, not even that either. I've kissed a few boys, but..." The awkward silence grew between us. "I'm gonna... ummm..." I pointed over my shoulder gazing into her blue eyes. I could see it now, the sweet innocents of a young girls face. I was suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. I slowly turned and walked away. I spent the next hour cutting up the raft and building a makeshift frame behind us. I tied the cut up rubber to the frame with the rope threaded through some holes I punched with the knife. Standing back, looking at it, I said, "Well it isn't much, but at least it will keep the wind off of us." Katharine smiled. Hunger was overtaking us quickly. Both of our stomachs had passed the grumbling stage and were now starting to ache. "What are you going to do?" "Well... I guess I'll have to try my hand at spear fishing unless you want steak." "Where are you going to get steak?" she asked puzzled. "Under the current circumstances it would have to involve one of us donating a leg." I remarked looking down to her wounded leg splayed out in the sand. Katharine gave me an evil eye and crooked her mouth, "Hit the water!" We both laughed. It was late in the afternoon by the time I had fashioned the knife to the end of stick. I took off my shirt and tossed it in her face as I jogged toward the water. She yanked the shirt down and gave me a teasing fox whistle. I swam out a bit past the breakwater and dove under. Luckily there was an abundance of fish schools, but I was a lousy shot. On my thirty-somethingth try, an hour later, I finally speared a tiny little fish. It was way too small to eat so I sliced it in two and tossed it to the bottom. I decided to use it as bait. Sure enough, about ten minutes later a large school of big fish came looking for lunch. I sat patiently still (running out of air) on the bottom just a few feet away. In one quick move I speared the knife through a big one. It flopped around trying to get away, but the saw tooth ribs on the back of the knife kept my prey. Walking down the beach, back to camp, I strutted like a cave man, holding up my fresh kill. I tossed the fish into the sand and grunted at Katharine. She laughed at me hysterically. I quickly gutted and cleaned the ten-pound catch. I was smart enough to realize that if I tried to roast it on a stick then it would fall apart into the fire and we'd be back to starving again so I dumped out the medical kit box and tossed the fish into it. I set the metal box right on top of some hot coals and let it roast for a while. While dinner was cooking I went and refilled our coconuts with water. I returned just in time for the fish to be done. "God that smells good, I'm starving!" I commented as I placed the coconuts in the sand. "No kidding! I've had to sit here smelling it the whole time!" I used a stick to pull the metal box from the hot coals. The sizzling meat had turned completely white. Pushing the stick through the handle, I dragged the box through the sand and up between us. Katharine reached in to pick apiece off, but burned her finger. "Pour some water on it." "It may get too cold." "I don't give a shit if it's frozen right now. I've got to eat something!" I chuckled and poured some water into the steaming metal box. After a few more minutes we both chowed down, picking the meat pinch by pinch. "Hmmm, this is so good!" she said with her mouth full as she chewed. I just nodded in agreement. Dinner was finished, our bellies full, and the fire stoked, we both lay on our backs in the sand gazing at the stars. "I never realized that there were so many." "You should see them at night from the sky. Nothing, but haze below you and a billion twinkling lights above." "Hmmm... sounds romantic." Katharine commented. "Yeah." I mumbled. "You should show me some time." "You'd still fly with me?" I turned my head in the sand and looked at her. "Sure... that is if you'll still fly." She answered and turned her head to me as well. We suddenly realized our close proximity to one another. Nervousness swept through my body. Her face and lips were only inches from mine. In awkward silence we both scanned each other's faces. My eyes lingered on every feature and detail of her face. Her lips were full and pouty. Her tiny little up turned nose flared as she breathed. Her blue eyes sparkled in the firelight. Katharine was checking me out too. Anxiety swept through our bodies and we both realized the attraction. Katharine's breath became faster; I could feel it blowing against my cheeks. My palms began to sweat and my stomach knotted up. "We should get some sleep." I whispered just over the sounds of the breaking waves. "Ok." She whispered back to me. Neither of us moved though. Our eyes locked occasionally, but still roamed over the others face, studying each other. Katharine parted her lips and then licked them softly. I wanted to kiss her so badly. "Good night..." She said softly and exhaled across my face. I inhaled and took in her scent. "Good night." I replied. Neither of us turned away, but just simply closed our eyes. And drifted into slumber. Sometime in the night I woke to find that we both had still not moved. The moon was riding high in the sky above and it illuminated her angelic face. For a long time I watched her sleep. My feelings for her were no longer in doubt. The only questions left were: should I, would she, and what about her age. She was so young, but looking back that was what made her so attractive to me. The excitement of the forbidden did nothing less than fuel my fire for her all the more. I drifted off again with the most beautiful girl in the world beside me. Chapter 4 Passing The Time I awoke to the feeling of something tickling my nose, a bug perhaps. First I tried blowing it away, but the damned thing persisted. I tried swatting a few times, but it still kept coming back. Finally, I was forced to open my eyes and see what in the hell it was. "Hehehehehe..." Katharine giggled. She was lying on her side with her head propped up in her hand. She had been the culprit. "You twit!" I snarled and dug my fingers into her ribs, tickling her. Screaming she lay back trying to fend off my attack. Lying on my side I slipped closer, almost to the point of being curled up beside her. I continued my assault for a moment longer, but stopped to let her breath. Instead of pulling my hand away I just lay it flay across her ribs. Katharine lay there gasping for air. She made no attempt to remove my hand, but to the contrary, held it in place with her hands. "You're evil." I laughed. "That's me, the little devil." She giggled, turning to me. Again, we found ourselves face to face, less than an inch separated the tips of our noses. Her face became pale and all traces of emotion melted away. Anxiety swept through our bodies again. I was hypnotized by her beauty and overcome with the desire to press my lips to hers. I pulled away from her and sat up quickly. Trying to dismiss the awkwardness of the situation, I started reviving the fire again. The coals were still glowing hot so it didn't take much to get it blazing again. Believe it or not, the next two days passed quickly. We continued to stave off our hunger with fresh fish, and drinking water from the rain pond. Katharine started to move around a little. She limped heavily and was very slow, but still, she was up and moving. She did finally change out of her cut up dress pants. She donned the top of one of her bikinis and pulled on some tight exercise shorts. And yes she did put on some panties too, but to my demise, thongs. The shorts she wore did nothing to hide the lines. While she was changing I did manage to crane my head over my shoulder and steel a peak at her tight little ass while she was pulling the thong strap up between her cheeks. She may have been a virgin, but this little girl KNEW how to tease the hell out of men. She was driving me absolutely crazy, tight shorts, skimpy bikini top, the sway of her hips. The little seductress would even lie back on her elbows flexing her firm stomach, and parting her legs, letting the material ride up tightly on either side of her pussy lips. And when she would lay flat her skinny stomach would pull tight, leaving a completely flat surface from her breasts to the bulge of her pubic bone. As her body tanned in the sun, the fine little white hairs became more visible all over her body. The most erotic to me were the tiny blonde hairs that coated her breasts. Our flirtations grew more and more evident, and much bolder. Our eyes would lock from time to time, saying nothing and just admiring the attraction of one another. Staring at one another was beginning to become commonplace as well. We would no longer look away from the other when we had been caught staring or admiring the others body. I wanted to make a move toward her, but I just couldn't. My subconscious kept reminding me of her age. Plus I was terrified of what her father would do to me or have done to me--if we were ever found. But still, the dalliance continued. We would use every excuse possible to sit shoulder to shoulder. With an entire island all to ourselves the only thing we wanted to do was sit on top of one another. I don't know how she felt, but I wanted to crawl right into her, absorb her into me, to merge the very essence of our beings together. We dug out a wide, shallow hole in the sand next to the fire in an attempt to create a mock couch for two. It allowed us to recline so far back that all we had to do was lay our heads back in the sand and we'd be staring straight up. It had become a nightly ritual to lie under the stars with our bellies full of fish, shoulder to shoulder and sometimes with our heads leaned together, gazing into the twinkling sky. Sometimes we would make small talk and play games like discovering imaginary figures in the star patterns, but tonight we lay in silence. The day's flirtations had become extremely heavy so tensions between us were high. As we lay in our mock couch, Katharine placed her arms behind her head, heaving her near bare chest into the air with every breath. Glancing down I watched the twin mounds raise and fall on her chest as she breathed. She placed the soles of her feet together and pulled them to her butt. Her legs splayed wide open. Had it not been for the skintight spandex like shorts a person standing in front of her would have an unprecedented view of her spread open flower. Her right knee draped across my thigh. Our shoulders were pressed tightly to one another. I turned my head to face her. Sensing me looking at her she did the same. Our gazes met and locked like a hundred other times, but this time something felt different. Butterflies filled my stomach and every nerve in my body tingled with excitement. The tips of our noses were less than an inch apart. Katharine's eyes homed in on my lips and mine followed suit. She parted her lips slightly and licked them. Both of us knew we wanted to kiss, but something with in each of us was holding back. 'Fuck it!' I thought to myself and pressed my lips to hers in one quick movement. We both inhaled sharply as the sudden rush of passion swept through our bodies. I placed my hand on her cheek, parted my lips and extended the tip of my tongue between hers. As another wave of passion swept through us, Katharine opened her mouth as wide as possible and wrapped her tongue around mine. I threw my inhibitions to the wind and rolled over to lie on top of her, with her legs still spread wide. We both inhaled sharply again as our clothed sexes met. In desperate passion, Katharine clutched my ass cheeks and pulled my hips harder to hers and wrapped her ankles around my thigh backs. Our tongues danced and darted into one another's mouths. The passion of the moment was quickly overtaking our minds and bodies. Katharine began tugging at the bottom of my shirt, trying to pull it up my back. I stopped kissing her just long enough to let her to pull it over my head. I pressed my body back to hers. The bare skin of our bellies met. Again she grasped my ass, squeezing it, and then clawed her fingernails up the flesh of my back. Our breathing quickly became ragged, our hearts raced and pounded in our chests. In a surprising move, Katharine arched her back and reached behind to her bikini string. I watched the material that had been so tightly stretched become loose and limp. The sides of her breast fell away from the fabric since there was no longer anything to contain them. She promptly reached up to the back of my neck and pulled me back down to her again. Pressing her lips to mine she tried to devour me, the young girl had completely succumbed to her wild raging passions. The erotic rage had completely taken over both of our minds. Rational though had long since left. While our tongues wrapped around one another, she reached between us and pulled the bikini top from her arms and tossed it to the side. I pressed my chest to hers, mashing her small breasts into my skin. Wildly, she began kissing her way across my face and enveloped my hear in her lips. She again clutched at my ass with one hand while holding on to the back of my neck with the other. Katharine began humping her pussy against my rigid pole as her tongue traced the outline of my ear. She snaked one hand under my shorts and into my underwear, clutching and squeezing my bare ass. I slowly slid my palm up her rib cage. When my hand slipped across the bare flesh of her small breast Katharine shivered and sharply inhaled. In furious passion she pushed my hips off of hers with both hands and began struggling with the snap of my jeans. Her kisses returned to my lips and her tongue snaked into my mouth. Deftly she popped the snap open and yanked the zipper down. Her upturned hand slipped under the waistband of my boxers and wrapped them selves around my pole. I gasped the air from her mouth as the sexual electricity shot through my crotch. She began stroking me up and down while spreading my precum around the head with her thumb. She slid her other hand back into my boxers, clutching my bare ass. Using my finger and thumb, I squeezed and rolled her nipple. Katharine moaned into my mouth and began pushing my clothes off my butt with one hand and pushed my boxers completely down past my balls with the other. She clutched at my ass cheek and pulled my hips down to hers. Guiding with her hand, she placed the head of my dick right in between her swollen lips. If not for her shorts the head of my dick would have surely slipped into her hole. After lodging me in her entrance she clutched at my ass with both hands and pulled her legs up into the air, wrapping her ankles around my waist. She pulled me so hard into her that my dick almost ripped through the cloth. Kissing me frantically she dry humped her pussy on my head, fucking me. I could feel the thin material between our sexes becoming soaking wet. Frustrated at the lack of penetration and inability to fulfill her frenzied desires, Katharine pushed my hips up and hooked her thumbs under the waist of her clothing. Deftly she snaked shorts and panties down her legs and off her feet. Urgently she threw her cloths into the air and grasped my ass cheeks again, pulling our sexes together once again but this time, flesh met flesh. Katharine groaned loudly and shivered. "Wait!" I gasped for air. "Wait." "Please! Don't stop! I need you... (Gasp) in me!" "But we don't have..." "I don't CARE. Just do it!" She grunted and snaked her tongue into my mouth. She was pressing her lips so hard to mine that it almost hurt. Our teeth would occasionally chatter together. Swiftly she snaked her hand down between us and pulled my cock head into her entrance. Slowly I eased forward, just enough to burry the helmet of my head inside of her tunnel. "Agggghhh..." we both moaned. Katharine's fingernails buried themselves in my ass cheeks. In pulled out a little and then pushed in, bumping the head against her cherry. Lingering there for a few minutes, only pulling back and pushing in a fraction of an inch. "Do it quick!" she grunted into my mouth between kisses. "Are you sure?" "YES! PLEASE! Please take me!" Katharine begged. Without delay, I pushed my dick through the hymen flesh, ripping it in half. "AHHHHHH!!!" she screamed. I held still for a while. She was frozen below me with her mouth gaping open, enduring the pain silently. I held her tightly and felt a few tears stream down from her eyes and onto the side of my cheek. I waited patiently for her to recover. Katharine began to breath again and slowly pushed her crotch into mine. Inch by inch she pushed herself onto me. She clutched at my ass as our pubic bones mashed together and my head bottomed into the back wall of her pussy. We held still for a long time, holding each other tightly, enjoying the feeling of my dick buried inside of her stomach. Pressing my lips to hers we began kissing again. It was much calmer and slower this time. Our tongues softly flicked across the tips of the others. Bit by bit, with every thrust, our fucking became deeper and harder. The passionate fires were once again beginning to blaze out of control. I began thrusting my pole into her harder and harder. "Uhhhh... Uhhh..." She grunted with every thrust. I raised my head up from hers and we locked our eyes, wide open, to one another, watching the building orgasm with in each other's eyes. "Oh... Luke!" Katharine groaned. We were both on the brink of cumming. "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked her, incase she had changed her mind. Her body was heaving and her breasts swaying from the strength of my thrusts. I knew for sure that her pussy lips would be bruised by now. "No! I want... (Gasp) to feel it all... (Gasp!)" "Sure?" "Yes! Ahhhh God! Hurry... I'm (GASP) about to... Aggggghhhhhhhh!" I felt her stomach squeezing down on my dick as her body began to shake and jerk with orgasmic seizures. "UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!" I grunted and slammed my dick into her. Holding it there tightly as my whole pole swelled bigger inside of her. "AGGGGGGGggggg! Cumming!! Do... IT!" I felt the surge of cum burst up the inside of my dick. My penis began throbbing and spurting dangerous sperm deep inside of her pussy. "Ughhh... Ughhh... Ughhh... Ughhh... AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Katharine came! Squirt after squirt, I flooded the inside of her pussy. Slowly, we both came down from our orgasmic ecstasy gasping for air. "Oh god Luke!" She whispered into my ear as we clutched at one another. We lay there for an eternity, enjoying the after glow of our orgasmic bliss. Chapter 5 Romance Continued "Are you still alive?" I whispered into her ear lying atop of her nude body with my softening penis still buried within her stomach. "I'm not sure... Feels like heaven though." Katharine giggled. Her pussy clamped down on my dick as she laughed. "Hmmmm! Do that again!" I moaned as my dick stirred inside her and began to engorge once again. "What? You mean this?" She squeezed her abdomen muscles and tightened her pussy around me again. "Ooh!" she remarked in surprise. "What?" "Something just squirted out of me when I did that." "Ha Ha Ha Ha!" I laughed. "Yeah, it's running down all over my balls, too." "Ewww!" Katharine squeezed her pussy around me again. My dick was hardening inside of her quickly. "Hmmmm! There you go again. If you keep that up we'll be back at it again." "Really?" She peaked her eyebrows and grinned wide. Her white teeth glistened in the moonlight. She squeezed again. "Check this out. Get up a sec and lay over there." I did as requested and finished pulling my shorts and boxers off before I lay on my back. Katharine hopped up and limped to me. Straddling my waist she squatted down over me. "Hold it up, I want to watch it going in." She giggled and tucked her long hair behind her ears. I clutched my hardened pole and pointed it straight up toward her spread open flower. Spreading her legs she leaned over to watch as she squatted down onto me. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" I groaned as the head popped through her tight entrance. She seemed much tighter this way. Katharine gasped. "Kinda cool!" "Kinda HOT!" I remarked. "Yeah, it's making me tingle watching it." She said as she continued to slowly impale herself on my pole. I tucked my hand behind my head to help support my neck as I watched. We both watched her slide all the way down and mash her pussy lips against my pubic bone. "God... It feels like it's all the way up into my stomach." She said as she rubbed her tummy with her palm. "Oh wait!" she exclaimed as she mashed with her fingers. I could feel the pressure on my dick head from her fingers. "Oh my god! I can feel you inside of me. Right here below my belly button! So Cool! Here feel!" I placed my fingertips on her stomach, just below her belly button. Clutching my hand she maneuvered them to the right spot and pressed them inward. As real as daylight I could feel it. I could feel my hard dick inside the tiny girl. She rocked her hips back and forth a bit feeling me wiggled around inside of her pussy and feeling the movement with her fingertips. "Are you ready?" "For what?" "You'll see," she grinned a devilish grin. She pulled her feet from underneath her and extended her legs across my chest. Her ankles rested on my shoulders near my ears. "UGGGGGGGGggggggggg god!" I groaned as the pleasure of her full weight and the tightness of her closed legs slid my shaft deeper into her. Katharine rolled her eyes into the back of her head briefly and sighed. "It almost hurts your so deep." "It doesn't hurt me." I groaned and lifted my hips into the air a little, trying to drive deeper inside of her. "Be still. Just relax," she told me. I settled my ass back into the sand and felt her ass cheeks clinch together on my balls. Suddenly I saw her stomach muscles tighten and she tilted her hips forward a little. Her pussy squeezed down around my cock and tightened. Releasing her muscles she relaxed vagina, but quickly squeezed down on me again. Her muscles were squeezing her vaginal tunnel down my slick shaft. It felt like she was fucking me with out even moving. "Uhhhhggggg!" I groaned. She kept this up for a long time, using her muscles to slide her pussy up and down my shaft. "You like it?" she giggled. "Oh god yes!" I groaned. "Is it going to make you cum?" she smiled tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear. "Any second... ugghhh!" The excitement of it all made her quicken the motions. Over and over again she squeezed her pussy around my dick. Less than a minute later, I felt the euphoria of an orgasm building. "UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" I jerked my hips into the air raising her up, trying to drive myself as deep as possible. My cock head rammed up against her cervix. "Ahh!" she squealed and hung her mouth open wide. "Cumming!" I grunted and my dick swelled inside of her. She squeezed down on me as hard as possible. My dick began spurting semen up inside of her stomach, coating her cervix. "Oh god! Your cumming in me! I feel it throbbing," she whispered. Her hair fell forward around her face. "It feels so warm and wet," she hissed, as my orgasm began to subside. Wild, wanton lust took over her body and mind. She quickly pulled her feet from my shoulders and tucked them under herself, straddling me. I sat up on my elbows. Katharine wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and started pumping her pussy up and down on my shaft. She was riding me like a horse jockey. "Aggggggggg FUCK!" she screamed, slamming her swollen, fatty pussy down onto my pubic bone. "Gonnnnnaaaaa Cummmmmm!" she screamed. Katharine slammed her pussy down onto me one last time and began to shake and quiver. She ground her pussy lips into me as she rocked her hips back and forth. My dick head was flicking back and forth across the tip of her cervix. "Cum Again! Together," she hissed and began pumping up and down on me again. "UGH... UGH... UGH... UGH... UGH..." she grunted repeatedly every time her bruised pussy lips slammed onto me. Normally, I wouldn't have been able too, but the erotic sight of a woman fucking herself crazy on me was too much. I felt the stirrings another orgasm coming. "Oh god Katharine!" I groaned. "I'm gonna cum again!" I started thrusting up into her as she was slamming down onto me. Pumping me. "Please... Ugh! Cum!" She grunted and looked me straight into my eyes. She looked like a woman gone insane. She had lost it. I groaned, "Cumming!" as I felt the powerful surge flowing up my dick and fire my sperm into her pussy in surges like bullets. "Cummingggggggggggggggggggg!" she screamed and slammed her hips down onto me and ground her pussy lips to my bone, forcing me as deep as possible. Katharine's eyes rolled into the back of her head as violent spasms ceased her body. She collapsed onto my chest. Gasping for air as the final throbs squirted my semen into her body. I fell back into the sand, exhausted and near fainting. We both fell asleep, with my dick still buried inside of her. I don't know how long we slept, maybe minutes, maybe hours. But we did eventually wake up to find a very wet mess coating both of our still joined sexes. "Hmmmm... I like waking up like this," she mumbled. "Me too!" I thrust my hips up, driving my softened dick up into her. "AhGH!" she screamed. "Stop that! You're going to kill me with that thing." "Hey! You're the wild woman that had to have more," I teased her. She laughed. "Yeah, but you liked it and you know it." "I wouldn't have it any other way." I hugging her. After a few moments of silence I asked, "So how was it for your first time?" "In-fucking-credible." She laughed. "I've never had orgasms like that before." "Ahhh... so you admit to playing with yourself." "Yeah... sorta... an all girls school gets pretty lonely," she said shyly. "You mean... you've... you and..." "So... it doesn't mean that I'm a lezzy or anything," she shrugged. "Sometimes girls just want to have a little fun." "Oh Wow!" "Does that gross you out?" she asked propping herself up on her elbows on my chest and looking into my eyes. "No! Not at all... it's kinda erotic," I smiled. "How far did you go?" "Mostly just kissing and playing with each other. A few times we... did it... orally." My dick throbbed inside of her and began to grow. This was a huge turn on for me, especially to have a girl admit to it. I've always suspected a few girls I knew, but they would never have admitted to it. "A couple of the girls had dildos hidden, but I never tried any of them, I just had a vibrator." "How did it start?" "God you're embarrassing!" she giggled. Her face was deep red by now. "Spill it babe." "Fine... it's really no secret around the dorms that a few of the girls fool around. One night I got horny and was frigging myself under the blanket. My roommate slipped into the bed with me without me knowing it and she started kissing me when I started cumming. Before I knew it her hand replaced mine and she was fingering me. All the time still kissing and pretty soon we were both fingering each other," she shrugged. By now my dick was completely hard and I had been sliding it slowly in and out of her. "Hmmmm that feels good." She moaned closing her eyes. We both lay there enjoying the sensual feelings of me slowly sliding in and out of her. "OK! We gotta stop!" she said pushing herself off of me. She rolled onto her back with her legs still splayed open. My dick was left standing up into the air, all alone. "Awwww." "I'm thirsty," Katharine said. "Me too. Come on, I'll take you to the pool." I said slipping my shorts back on, but neglecting my boxers. I helped her slip her tight shorts and bikini top on and scooped her up into my arms. "My knight in shining armor," she grinned wrapping her arms around my neck. "Forever." Silence fell between us as I navigated through the dense foliage, carrying her light, tiny body in my arms. The realization of my love for her overcame me and warmed my heart. Thoughts of our love for each other and what the future held for us filled our heads as I carried her to the rain pond. The moonlight flickered through the treetops above. Once there, I sat her down and helped her lean over the waters edge. I scooped up some of the warm liquid in my hands and held it to her mouth. Katharine giggled as she slurped the water from my cupped hands. Later, we lay on our backs on the dried foliage of the forest floor, watching the shining moon through the opening above us. "How much longer do you think it will be?" she asked. "I don't know, maybe another day or two." A moment of silence fell between us as we both realized the truth of what would become of our romance when we were found. "Do you think we'd still be able to see each other?" "I hope so! It would be difficult though." I lied. Deep down, I knew that I would never see her again. She would go back to her prep school and her mansions and I would have to face a board of inquiry and hopefully, if all went well, be back to flying charters again. That is if I still had a job. It was unlikely though; after all, I did splash a two million dollar aircraft. In the reality of the situation, my only hope was that we could at least write. "You've got school though," I said. I didn't want to say too much. I didn't want to upset her, but I did want her to think realistically. A poor pilot dating the daughter of a billionaire just didn't happen. Even if it did, I would be branded as a child raping money leach. That is, if her dad didn't have me knocked off. "Yeah," she sighed as reality began to settle on her. "Maybe I could move up north. We could have weekends," I tried. She simply smiled. A tear swelled up in her eye. I think she realized the truth. We would never see each other again. Especially when her parents found out. We cuddled up together in the leaves and drifted off to sleep, savoring the moment. With out words spoken, we both knew that these would be our last days together. Chapter 6 The Rescue The morning of day 6... My sound sleep was disturbed by the roaring sound of beating helicopter blades swarming somewhere above the forest canopy above. Two... Three... maybe more I didn't know. They were flying across the sky so fast that they seemed to roar into one ear and out the other before I could even tell where they were coming from. One thing I was sure of, there were a lot of them and they were extremely close, maybe just a couple of hundred feet off the ground and moving well over one hundred and fifty knots. I couldn't see what they were or more importantly, whom they belonged to, but I knew we had to risk it anyway. I wasn't worried so much about it being some foreign country as I was about them being smugglers or drug lords. "Katharine!... Wake up!" "Huh..." she moaned and rolled over. "Wake up! Someone is here." "Here!" she sat up startled. "Come on! Let's get to the beach." I jumped to my feet and swept her into my arms. I ran carrying her with her arms wrapped around my neck. Dodging trees left and right, I ran as fast as I could. As I ran through a thicket of downed palm trees, a sharp, dead branch scraped across my thigh, slicing deeply to the bone. "Agggghhhhh!" I screamed and fell to my knees. I tried to break Katharine's fall as much as I could. Enduring the pain, I scooped her up as quickly as possible and returned to my feet. Glancing down briefly I saw a large gash in my thigh and blood was pouring from it all down my leg. Agonizingly, I continued on, half running, half limping. Sharp, sting pain shot through my leg with every step. A few minutes later, the beachhead was becoming visible through the thicket, the helicopters still swarming above us. I stopped just short of coming through the last of the foliage when the sound of a fast moving chopper screamed over our heads just to the right and seemed to bank around, settling above the water just in front of us. I slowly craned my head through the thick palm leaves to take a peak. An Apache gunship hovered about thirty feet above the water, less than a few hundred feet away, looking straight at us. Its front cannon turret swept left to right. Its missile racks were loaded to bear. "What is it?" "It's military, ours I think, but not sure. An Apache... fully loaded." "Go! GO NOW!" she yelled at me. I thought she meant run away so I started to turn. "NO, TO THE BEACH!" she yelled again, here eyes were wide with hope and excitement. Just then another helicopter roared overhead and seemed to settle above the trees just behind us. I slowly limped out into the opening of the sandy beach, carrying little Katharine in my arms and blood gushing down my leg. Whoever they were, they had us surrounded. Trying to out run helicopters seemed like a stupid idea anyway, especially with my gashed leg. As I stepped out into the open, the gun barrel of the helicopter aimed right for us for a moment, but then swept off to the left and right again, as if they were looking for someone else. The gunship behind us grew closer, two more came roaring from around the left and right sides of the island and passed each other, crossing back into the horizon and behind the trees again. I was puzzled; I couldn't tell if they were after us or someone else. They almost seemed to be standing guard instead of being on a hunt. The sound of another helicopter crept up slowly from the trees behind us. As the sound grew closer a pair of fighter jets roared across the water, moving so fast that I couldn't even see what they were. They were so close to the water the jet wash from the engines was kicking up spray off the wave caps. Turning in my tracks to look behind us, trying to support both of our weight on my good leg, the fifth helicopter came creeping over the tree line from behind. It was army green with a white cross painted on its belly. "DADDY!" Katharine yelled out rather childlike. "Daddy?" She nodded in elation. Her wide eyes and huge grin resembled a child on Christmas morning. "Exactly what does your father do?" I yelled over the roar of the rotor blades as the helicopter was settling down on the beach. The young girl just giggled and laughed with excitement. Don't get me wrong, I was excited to be rescued, but terrified at the thought of the girl's dad, whose virginity I had taken, shows up with enough firepower to destroy a small city. Several men in military fatigues came running from the chopper with their helmets still on and sun visors down. "Lucas McNamara?" One shouted. "Yes!" I replied, shouting and squinting my eyes to keep the blowing sand from them, still holding Katharine in my arms. "Lt. Jackson! We've been looking for you for days. We'll take her." He yelled as two men gently picked Katharine from my arms. "Can you walk?" The lieutenant asked. "Yeah." Placing his hand on my back, he escorted me to the chopper, limping, while the other pair carried Katharine. "Watch your head sir!" A fourth man shouted, kneeling on the floor of the chopper as he extended his hand to me, helping me inside. The man helped me to a seat as the others lay Katharine across a stretcher. They wrapped us both in green blankets as the helicopter lifted into the sky. One of the men, a medic, quizzed me about Katharine's and my injuries while another wrapped a thick bandage around my thigh to contain the bleeding. "It's her ankle, either a bad sprain or maybe a small break," I shouted. "Here sir," Another man said as he placed a headset on my head. The medics voice came through the headphones, he was talking to another of the medics. "Let's get her to x-ray as soon as we touch down." "You're going to need some stitches in that." One medic told me. I nodded. "E.T.A. fifteen minutes." The pilots voice came through the headset. "Evac One, Escort Two, thanks for the help guys, you can head on back, you're probably on vapors by now." The pilot spoke over the radio. The fighter jets reply came, "Affirmative. It's been our pleasure fells. Escort Two out." The flight across the water passed quickly. The medics were checking Katharine over while I sat and watched. We occasionally exchanged smiles and a tear swelled up in her eye. The fact of our rescue finally settled within me. My hands began to tremble as an emotional wave swept through me, chilling my body. Relief, panic, sorrow and joy ceased my mind all at once. Placing my elbows on my knees I buried my face into my hands as my body succumbed. I started crying and shaking. I had heard that things like this happened to pilots after a traumatizing experience; they become an emotional heap after the realization that the experience was over hit them. I guess my mind stopped focusing on what had to be done to keep us alive and finally come to grips with what had happened. I had crashed my plane, destroyed it, and lived. Everything became a blur as my mind began to shut down. I don't even remember the landing or where we landed, except for it was a ship. I do remember several men helping me out of the helicopter. As soon as I placed both feet on the steel deck my vision became black and the world around me spun. My body dropped like a rock. -------------------------------------------------------------- I awoke some time later inside of the ships infirmary. "Mr. McNamara, can you hear me?" "Uh-huh," I mumbled. The doctor pried my eyelids open, shining his pencil light into each eye. I squinted at the brightness. Groaning, I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back to the mattress. "Just stay still sir, you'll break the stitches. You're fine now. Everything is going to be okay." "Where's Katharine?" I asked, closing my eyes again. "Miss Abernathy is doing just fine. She's coming from x-ray right now." "How is she?" I asked as I realized the sting of the IV in my arm. "Just a bad sprain. She'll be walking again in no time. Lie still now. Just let us take care of ya," he said. I noticed his northern, Yankee accent. "What's with the IV?" "We're giving you some fluids and vitamins. It's an antibody too, for your leg. That's a pretty nasty cut. It took fifteen stitches on the inside and about twenty on the outside. You've lost a lot of blood." I lay on the bed for quite some time, drifting in and out of a light sleep. I wondered if it was exhaustion taking over me or if the doc had spiked my IV. Sometime later the doctor returned, shuffling the nurses out of the room. "Mr. McNamara, you have a visitor--if you feel up to it." "Uh-huh." I turned my head and squeezed open my eyes in the hopes of seeing Katharine standing there. To my disappointment, as my eyes focused, a much larger figure wearing a dark suit was standing in her place. "Katharine?" "No, it's James Abernathy," a voice softly replied. Realizing it was her father I tried to sit up. He too placed his hand on my chest and softly pushed me back to the mattress. He lifted my head and placed my pillow back in place. "I wanted to thank you personally for saving my daughters life." I pried my eyes open to see his face. As my eyes adjusted another figure in a dark suit appeared behind him. Undoubtedly another of his bodyguards. "My daughter is the most important thing to me in the world sir, more valuable to me than even my own life. Thank you! From the bottom of my heart." His eyes filled with tears. "Your... welcome," I mumbled. "Rest now... we'll see each other again," he nodded. I closed my eyes again, feeling myself fading back into sleep. I overheard James talking to the doctor. "Yes sir, it took a lot of stitches, but he'll be fine. The wound looks fresh; I doubt it was a result of the crash. It was bleeding pretty badly." "He's pretty out of it. Are you sedating him?" "A little. It's mostly the loss of blood, but we are giving him a little something to keep him calm and to let him rest." I dozed off again. -------------------------------------------------------------- Moaning, I started to wake up again. This time most of the fuzziness had faded. The bright surgical lights above burned in to my eyes through my eyelids. I tossed my arm over my forehead to shield them. "Doctor," a woman's voice called out. A tiny parade of footsteps filled the room. The doctor once again pried my eyelids open and shined his little pen into them. I was getting sick of that little light and wanted to shove it where the sun didn't shine. "Stop," I groaned pushing his hand out of the way. "Just let him work, Luke." The voice was familiar, but my head was still groggy and I couldn't think straight. The doctor resumed his work. I started getting mad when the doc started poking at my leg with something. It felt like a needle. "Hey! That hurts!" I exclaimed and raised my head to see what was going on. "I'm sorry Luke, I just wanted to see if your nervous reflexes were still working ok." "Why wouldn't they?" I snarled with a frown. "You lost a lot of blood; we were worried that there might be some damage from the oxygen loss to your leg." "It works fine, I promise!" "Okay," he chuckled. "I'll leave you two alone now. If you need anything your nurse will be right in the next room." "You two?" I asked, turning my head to see who was standing beside me. My eyes wouldn't focus very well yet. The figure of a small woman loomed in front of the bright lights. "Yep. Miss Abernathy has been here with you for quite some time. We couldn't get her to leave." The doctor chuckled again. "Katharine?" I mumbled, shielding my eyes from the light with my hand. "I'm here." Her gentle face came into focus as the doctor dimmed the bright lights hanging from the ceiling. "You had me worried." I noticed a tear swelling in her eye as my focus returned. "Let me buy you a cup of coffee." The doctor commented to someone. I looked around the side of Katharine to see the doctor patting a bodyguard on his arm. The doc escorted him out of the door and my gaze returned to Katharine. I lay my head back down into the pillow and gazed up at her. The dimmed lights above her shown through her silky blonde hair creating an angelic glow about her head. "Worried?" "Yeah, the doc said that if the rescue crew had been fifteen minutes later that you would have bled to death." "Oh... Your father was here earlier... I think." "Yeah, he told me he came to see you. I think he's figured us out, too." "How?" "Well, it didn't help when I refused to leave your bedside, but they said that you called out my name several times in your sleep. Were you having naughty dreams of me?" she giggled. "I don't know," I chuckled. "How is he?" "You mean dad? I think he's fine. He tried to get me to leave, but I wouldn't, at least not until you woke up." "How long was I out? What time is it?" Katharine looked up to the wall clock. "It's half passed one." She placed her hand on my forehead, brushing my hair. "Oh... well a couple hours..." "No Luke, it's Thursday afternoon, you've been out for more than a day." "Oh God. And you've been here the whole time?" "Mostly." "You need to go get some sleep." I told her. "I did, off and on." "But your foot..." "It's fine, it's just a sprain. They put a plastic bootie on my ankle." "Oh..." Silence fell between us for a few moments. "Dad was sitting in here with me for a while and I told him what happened, well at least the parts that I remembered, and the parts you told me about." "You told him..." "Don't be silly. Not about that. But I don't think there's any doubt in his mind." "Oh great." I sighed. "I guess I'll be catching hell." "Don't worry about it Luke, everything is going to be fine, trust me." The angel smiled to me. "Where are we?" I asked after a long pause. "Anchored about a mile outside of the Nassau harbor. The boat was too big to pull in." A mans voice answered as he entered the room. I raised my head up to see Mr. Abernathy entering the room. He stood next to Katharine. "What do you mean too big? What kind of boat is this?" "The USS Eisenhower." "An aircraft carrier?" "The last time I checked." James chuckled. "How's the leg?" "It hurts like hell, sir." Realizing my poor use of words I apologized. "Heck, I mean. Sorry." "Don't mind me, you've done one hell of a job keeping my daughter alive from what she tells me. I'm extremely impressed and as I said before, thank you." "Mr. Abernathy... I want to... your daughter and..." I was about to confess to him, but he cut me off. I would rather he hear it from me than from someone else. I may not have had much or been much, but I did have a since of honor and I would rather take his wrath like a man. "Yes." He cut me off. "My daughter is an incredible woman." He smiled. "No, you don't understand, Mr. Abernathy..." "Please call me James, and yes Luke I fully understand. It's written all over her face. Besides, some things are best left unsaid. Just rest, don't worry about anything. You'll be my guest for a few weeks. We'll talk about it later." "Thank you." I sighed with relief and settled my head back into the pillow. James took his daughters hand and placed it on my chest. Smiling at us he turned and left. Katharine gazed into my eyes with love and affection. We listened to her father and the doctor talking softly outside of the doorway. "Yes sir he'll be on his feet soon. I do want to observe him for at least another twenty-four hours." "How about six, once we've landed at the resort the nurses staff there can watch him for a week if you like. Besides, the captain is anxious to get underway as well." James told him. I wondered what it was that gave him such authority to talk to the doctor like that. It seemed as if the entire ship was under his command, but yet, for all I knew he was just a civilian businessman. This mystery would plague me for days. "Yes sir. That would be fine." "Relax, you're in good hands." Katharine whispered as she stroked her hand through my matted hair. "It's our turn to take care of you." Chapter 7 Confusion Katharine left the infirmary with her father. The next few hours were spent getting me cleaned up and back on my feet. A pair of orderlies helped me walk to a shower. "I hope you two aren't planning on bathing me," I said standing in the shower on one leg as they held my arms to steady me. "No sir, they are." The men laughed as a pair of nurses approached. And nurses they were. Both were extremely good looking. My clothes had already been removed and I was in one of those breezy hospital gowns. God it felt good to get a warm bath. The nurses kept warning me not to get my leg in the water, but it couldn't be helped. I shouted curses as the water seeped through my bandage and into the wound. Both giggled as they held my arms keeping me steady. Once showered and cleaned up, they brought me a light snack and some fresh clothes, but these were not military issue. Brand new Bermuda shorts and a white Henley t-shirt. The nurse changed my bandages after I dressed. One of James' bodyguards knocked on the open door of the infirmary and asked if I was ready. It was getting close to seven. I replied in the affirmative and grabbed my crutches. A nurse pushed in a wheel chair, but I declined and told her that I'd rather leave under my own power if it were okay with her. She agreed, reluctantly. It was a long, painful and slow journey, but we finally made our way to the entrance of the flight deck. Katharine, her father, and a few of the crew were waiting at the doorway having a conversation. They all hushed as I rounded the hallway corner, moaning. Katharine's face lit up when she saw me. "Why is this man walking corporal?" A man who appeared to be the captain snapped at my escort of nurses. "It's not their fault. I refused, sir," I grunted as I hobbled closer. The captain just nodded his head, waiting for me to draw nearer. I huffed and puffed as I came to a stop, exhausted. "He's a strong man," the captain remarked to James. James simply nodded in agreement. "Sir, word of you has spread through the ship. I thought I should warn you that a few of the men are gathered on the flight deck." The first officer said. "Word of me?" "Sorry, I told the captain about crash. Someone must have overheard," Katharine answered. "Incredible flying!" the first officer remarked. "Thanks." I said, not knowing how to take their comments. They were making me out to be some kind of hero. I didn't feel like one. To me, I was just another guy. Lucky son of a bitch yes, but just some guy who crashed his plane. "Let's get moving, shall we?" James said. The captain opened the door. The wind and roar of aircraft in motion rushed in. Katharine and her father exited first followed by the first officer. The captain held the door for me. I placed my crutches through the door and swung through the high threshold. I looked up to see two long rows of military men on either side leading up to the waiting helicopter. As I emerged, all snapped to attention and saluted. With Katharine and her father leading the way, I hobbled on my crutches through the line to the waiting aircraft. Looking up two Apache gun ships circled above. Our escort no doubt. As I came to the aircraft several pilots stepped up to me wearing flight suits. One was holding a leather jacket in his hand. "Sir, it would be an honor if you would take this." One said holding out the jacket to me. "An honor? Why?" I yelled over the sound of the spinning rotors. "We saw your jet in the water, from the air. It was nearly fully intact." Another answered. "I doubt the best of us could have put that thing down like that." Another finished. "Balls of steel man!" "I'd be proud to fly with ya." This must have been the crew of the original flight team that picked us up. "Thank you!" I shouted over the noise, realizing the honor they were bestowing on me. One of the bodyguards accepted the jacket for me since my hands were full with the crutches. The men lifted me up and hoisted me into the doorway of the helicopter. At this point I wasn't sure that I'd ever fly again. The men saluted me again as the door of the chopper slid shut. Hearing the latch of the door click made me realize that I was indeed inside of another aircraft. Panic overwhelmed me. My eyes grew wide as I scooted into my seat. My body succumbed to an overwhelming fear. I felt the blood drain from my face. "Are you alright?" James shouted. Wide eyed, I nodded to him yes, but I wasn't. Katharine, realizing my anxiety, left her father sitting across from me, and sat down beside me, wrapping her arms around mine, comforting me. Leaning to me she spoke into my ear above the roar of the engine. "Just a few minutes." The aircraft lurched into the air and swung around. Gazing out the window I watched the massive aircraft carrier fade away. My stomach began to churn and rise up into my throat. I broke out into a cold, hard sweat. "Almost there." James said. He, too, realized the problem. I had become afraid of flying, terrified. The agonizing ride lasted only a few more minutes, but it felt like an eternity to me. I couldn't wait to get back on the ground. Once down, the hotel staff and a barrage of bodyguards rushed to the open door to assist in out exit. With James and Katharine out, the staff climbed in to help me. A woman in a white business suit pushed a wheel chair up to us. They handed me my crutches as I stood on my good leg. Katharine held me by my arm to help steady me. I was shaking like a leaf. "Would Mr. McNamara prefer to walk?" the woman shouted over the helicopter. "Yes," James answered her as the wind blew his jacket. "NO!" I shouted to them and she quickly pushed the chair behind me. Katharine spoke into my ear as I settled into the wheelchair. "Are you ok?" "I just can't do it right now," I said, trembling. She watched me place my shaking hands on the armrests. The staff and guards ushered us down the walkway from the private helipad and into the hotel lobby, clearing the crowds, making a path for us. I'm sure to the other guests we looked like some kind of presidential barrage with a guy in a wheel chair in tow, but I tried not to make eye contact with anyone. I just kept my head down and prayed that we reached a private room quickly. With in minutes, we were out of the elevator and into a huge suite. It was quite luxurious and fit for a king, but in my present state of nervous breakdown I paid it no attention. The hotel staff wheeled me through the large sitting room and into a private bedroom on the other side. They lifted me out of the chair and onto the plush, fluffy bed. I laid back into the mound of pillows and closed my eyes. I was sweating like a pig and trembling. "Can I get you anything sir?" The woman in the white suit asked, worried. "Mr. McNamara needs some privacy," Katharine ordered loudly as she burst through the double doors, hobbling into the room. The woman nodded and backed away. Waving her hand to the rest of the staff she ordered them out of the room. Katharine stopped her as she was leaving. "No one is to disturb him with out mine or Mr. Abernathy's express consent." "Yes Ma'am." The woman nodded and left, closing the double doors behind her. Katharine trotted over to me and sat on the bed beside me. "Are you ok?" she whispered placing her hand on my cheek. "I... I just... I can't do it again." "Shhhh... it's ok. You don't have to do anything you don't want any more." I lay there for a while with Katharine trying to comfort and calm me. I could hear her father talking in the background outside of the room. There was a knock at the door a few minutes later. By now my nerves had calmed quite a bit and I was starting to relax a little. "Come in," Katharine shouted. James came in and stepped across the room to the bedside. "I'm sorry Luke, it didn't even occur to me that..." I cut him off not wanting him to wallow in his pity for me. "It's okay sir... I didn't think about it either... until we lifted off, then it just hit me. I'm okay now." I smiled to him. James nodded. He understood that I didn't want anyone to make a big deal out of it. "Dinner will be served in about twenty minutes... if you're feeling up to it." "I don't really feel like going anywhere right now." "Neither do we," he smiled. "It will be served in the dining room up here." "This place has a dining room in the suite?" "Sure, a dining room, sitting room, and... I'll show you later." Katharine smiled almost laughing. There was another knock at the door and a woman poked her head through the doorway. "Excuse me, but is..." "MOM!" Katharine shouted and jumped off the bed running to her mother. She leapt into her mother's arms, they both were sobbing. They balled their eyes out for a few minutes, both mumbling about never seeing the other again. Finally it was Katharine who broke up the reunion. "Mom, this is Luke." She pulled her mother to the bedside by her hand. I understood where Katharine got her good looks. Her mother, too, was a tiny woman, naturally blond and quite beautiful. She introduced me to her mother. I apologized for not getting up to properly greet her, but she replied that she completely understood and she expected me to rest and that if there was anything I needed to please ask her. James sensing that I was getting uncomfortable with all the attention ushered everyone out of the room. "I hope you will join us for dinner. But I will understand if you don't feel like it." James said as he started to close the door. "Oh..." he said as he waved his hand to someone outside. "And this is Marie; she's here to help you if you need anything. Or... would you rather not..." "No, that would be fine. Thank you." I nodded, sitting up. A pretty little Asian girl in a maid's outfit wisped through the doorway. She immediately went to the bathroom and started shuffling around. James closed the door behind him. My nerves began to calm and I finally took the time to look around the room. I was astonished at the lavishness of it all. The large room was decorated like a royal palace. "Would you like to bathe before dinner?" Marie asked from the bathroom doorway. "NO!" I exclaimed, half laughing. Marie's face showed her surprise. "Sorry. I didn't mean to shout." I chuckled. "The last shower I took burned like hell." I explained pointing to my bandaged leg. "As you wish." She said with an Asian accent and nodded. She busied herself tiding up the room. The place looked immaculate to me, but where ever she went she found something to straighten or move. Minutes later, with my stomach rumbling, I decided to get up and go eat with the rest of the family. Sitting up from the mound of fluffy pillows, I swung my legs off the bed and rested my heals on the floor. Seeing my intentions, Marie swiftly shuffled over to the wheelchair and started to push it my way. "No, I'll try those, if you don't mind." I told her pointing to the crutches. She immediately, and almost nervously, put away the chair and brought me the crutches. "Marie, do I frighten you?" I said as I rose up off the bed, placing my weight onto the wooden sticks. She lowered her head and shook her stringy black hair in the negative. I gently placed my fingertips under her chin. She flinched. Raising her face up to look at mine I said, "Hey, what's wrong? You don't have to be scared of me. I don't bite." "Yes sir." She replied, but made no attempt to relax at all. Slowly, I made my way out of the bedroom, through the sitting room, and into the dinning room. Again I was astonished at the size of the suite. What was a small hotel room to the Abernathy's was five times the size of my apartment back home. "Ahh. Good. You decided to join us." James said as he entered the room. He had retired his jacket and vest, but still wore his button up shirt and slacks. I would have felt stuffy in what he was wearing, but to James he felt dressed down. I figured that that was one of the many differences in our lifestyles. "My stomach got the best of me," I joked. "Jeffery, would you please go light a fire under the women?" James remarked to his butler. "Have a seat Luke. Please don't stand there in agony for me." "Thank you, sir." I nodded and made my way to one of the table chairs. Another of the butlers immediately swept in front of me and pulled out the chair for me. "Please, you're practically family now. Call me Jay." My stomach growled so loudly that everyone in the room heard it. Jay told one of the butlers to bring me some bread. He told me not to wait on them and that I should go ahead and get something in my stomach. I didn't hesitate. Soon after the ladies finally entered. I was about to place another portion of bread into my mouth, but my arm suddenly stopped working when I caught sight of them. I was stunned; stunned by the beauty that has just entered the room. Mrs. Abernathy looked very pretty wearing a long, elegant sundress, but Katharine; she was another story all together. She walked past her mother and father, strutting like a model floating down the runway. It was if watching her in slow motion. Her lacy, short white skirt drifted from side to side with the sway of her hips and oh my god, her top, it looked like nothing more than some type of scarf tied in an x across her breasts looping around her neck. As she strutted to me my eyes (and open mouth) gazed down her firm, tiny little body. Her exposed stomach and navel flexed with each sway. My eyes continued down her firm, dark legs, and to her feet. This was when I lost it and sat back in my chair laughing. She strutted up to me and tossed her hands in the air, placing herself on display for me. She placed one leg out in front of the other. Her right foot was wrapped in a sexy spaghetti noodle high heal while the other was encased in an off white plastic ankle brace. Laughing, she said, "What? You don't think it's styling?" "Darling! You are the very definition of styling." "I'm famished," Katharine's mother remarked. We all sat down at the large table, which was so elegantly set. The five-course meal commenced with Katharine sitting beside me and her parents across from us. Light, casual conversation passed the time. Quite often Katharine and I would lock our gaze exchanging intimate looks. Her parents undoubtedly noticed, how could they not. While we were waiting for desert, Katharine and I happened to be locked in one of those gazes. "Jay, I do believe that our daughter is smitten," Her mother said. Hearing this, Katharine blushed and turned away, smiling. Her feathered, blonde bangs fell across her forehead. I smiled too at the embarrassment of being caught and tried to avoid eye contact with them. After desert, we all retired to the sitting room for coffee. I hobbled on my crutches to a white loveseat. Katharine pushed an ottoman over to me for my leg. I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under the scarf. Her tiny little nipples appeared as dark little bumps poking into the silky white fabric. She grinned a seductive grin. She plopped down beside me as the rest of the family took their seats. The butlers brought us coffee--except for Katharine she preferred tea. The conversation turned to Katharine and me. Her mom and dad questioned us on our experiences on the island. Her father asked me to tell him the story of the crash. Katharine had already told him, but he wanted to hear it from me first hand. When I got to the part about making radio contact with someone on our way down Jay interrupted. "Yes, that was a Delta flight. They radioed the Atlanta airport, who in turn, contacted me. They said your transmissions were garbled severely, but they were able to make out your planes identification number. We used the Delta aircraft's relative position to create a search pattern." I resumed the story and told of how the lightening strike fried all the electronics and I finished with the part about having to revive Katharine. Her mother had a look of horror about her face. Tears had formed in her eyes and her hand covered her mouth. Jay wasn't in much better condition. Silence filled the room. Katharine wrapped her arms around mine and snuggled up to me, laying her head on my shoulder. After a few more minutes, Jay broke the silence. "Luke... I... I just don't know how I could ever repay you." A tear swelled in his eye. "Jay, you don't..." He interrupted me. "Yes! Yes I do. You see, my family means more to me than... I just couldn't live with out either of them." An awkward silence filled the room. "Excuse me sir," Jeffery interrupted. Jay nodded to him. "The staff doctor is here to see Mr. McNamara." "Thank you, Jeffery. Bring him in." The butler returned with the doctor and a nurse. They helped me to my feet and escorted me to my bedroom. "Sorry to interrupt. This will only take a few minutes," The doctor explained as he helped me to the bed. Jeffery closed the doors behind him as he left. As usual, the doctors 'few minutes' turned into nearly half an hour. He checked my blood pressure, eyes (with that damned light thingy, again), visual reflexes, muscular reflexes, examined the stitches, and asked me how I was feeling. I told him of my brief dizziness when I moved around and the feeling of exhaustion and occasional nausea. He said that it was normal for so much blood loss and that it would get much better over the next day or two as my blood supply replenished itself. He warned me to eat healthy and drink plenty of liquids. Once finished, the doctor helped me back up, but this time I requested the wheelchair. I was starting to feel very tired and I didn't think I could walk for now. The nurse pushed me back into the sitting room to rejoin Katharine and her family. I sensed some tension in the air from the moment I passed through the doors. Katharine was cuddled up next to her mother and her father was gazing out of the window with his arms folded behind his back. The doctor walked over to him and briefed Jay on my condition while the nurse returned me to the loveseat. Katharine just sat with her mother, curled up with her head on her shoulder; she wouldn't make eye contact with me. Her mother softly stroked her hair. It dawned on me that while I had been out of the room a discussion of our relationship had taken place. I sighed and closed my eyes, dreading what was coming next. After the doctor was finished talking to Jay he headed for the exit, but not before passing by me and telling me to take it easy for the next few days. When the doctor had left Jay turned to me. "Luke, let's go have a drink." "Sir..." I addressed him formally this time. "I don't think that I should be drinking right now and..." "Yes... Yes your right." He pondered. "Well I need one... you can have a soda." Nervously, I agreed. I knew he wanted to talk and I decided to take it like a man. I just prayed he didn't have one of his pit bulls put a bullet in my head and toss me into the ocean. Jay helped me into my wheelchair, but left the pushing to me. I was glad. I would have rather pushed the thing on my own anyway. I also figured that it would be best for my own health if he were not standing behind me. As we started to leave the room Katharine spoke up. "Daddy." Her voice shook. "We'll be back in a little while darling," he replied to her without even turning to her. Jay waved off the guards as we left the room. "There's a nice little pub on the other side of the grounds. It's not as popular as the others. I like it because it's quiet," he told me as we exited the lobby and proceeded down a rather secluded path. "You don't need your bodyguards?" I asked him trying to sound casual as I pushed at the wheels. "I thought you'd feel more at ease," he grinned. For a moment, I felt better, but then I wondered if he was just going to knock me off himself. Moments later, we entered a small pub on the other side of the waterfalls. Jay was right it was practically deserted. He waved his hand in the direction of a table in the back of the dimly lit room. I wheeled over to it. The hostess immediately removed one of the chairs to make room for me. He ordered a scotch for himself and a soda for me as he sat down. We sat in tensely awkward silence until the waitress brought our drinks. Holding his scotch in his hand, staring into the glass, he said, "You know... I thought it was just puppy love. I didn't realize..." he paused. "Mr. Abernathy, I..." He cut me off. "Luke, just hear me out before you go sticking your foot in your mouth." He paused again. "You don't have any children so I don't think you quite understand this... while she was missing... I felt myself dying inside." He looked up to me. "She's in love with you, you know." I nodded. "I don't think you understand the importance and magnitude of that. Besides her mother and me, she's never loved anyone before. Sure she's dated a little, had a few boyfriends... but never really cared for anyone. She's changed since she's been back, too. She used to be a snotty little brat." He remarked as he sipped his scotch. James continued. "I used to be like you, you know. Not a pilot, but nearly broke, living paycheck to paycheck." He paused again to nurse his drink. "It would never work between you two... you come from different worlds. Let me ask you this... Do you love her?" he looked me dead in the eyes. "With all my heart sir... like no one else before." "I thought so... that's one of the problems." He paused. "Sixteen." He half chuckled and shook his head. "But sir..." "Relax Luke, age is not the problem. I'm twelve years older than her mother, but I never really fell in love with anyone until I was in my late twenties. The problem is not how young she is, it's the fact that she's got so much more school ahead of her. The other problem is the cultural differences between you two. At the risk of being rude... well... she's loaded and your not." I took great offence at his remark. How dare he base my love for Katharine on money? "Sir, at the risk of sounding rude," I used his own words against him, "a love based on money never was love to begin with. Besides, I fell in love with your daughter at a deserted island, not at the bank." I snapped at him. "Sorry... that was ugly of me to say that. What I meant was that money changes people, makes them different. They live differently, act differently, and want different things." He sighed and paused. "Luke, you saved my daughters life and for that I owe you everything I own." He hesitated. "In my thanks to you for saving her life I will give you a new one of your own. I recently acquired a house in up state New York. It's all yours. There's about fifty-five million in assets there and I'll give you another fifty million to use on your own. You can do with it as you please. I hope you'll invest it--wisely." "Oh my god... I... but..." I was so overwhelmed. I couldn't fathom how someone could just give away a hundred million dollars. I tried to say that that was a bit much but the words just wouldn't form on my tongue. "What?" "Isn't that a bit much?" I asked. "Not to me. Don't you think Katharine's life is worth that?" "Well yes but... What's the catch?" "No catch. It's all yours free and clear. No strings attached." "Is this a way of shuffling me off away from Katharine?" "Quite the contrary... it's just a few miles from her school." "I don't know what to say..." "Thank you would be appropriate." Jay chuckled nursing his scotch again. "Thank you doesn't seem enough but, Thank you!" "Your welcome, I do have one request though. Take care of my daughter." "Of course I will..." "No, you don't understand. In my line of work I travel a lot and it's... hazardous. I'm not there for her as much as I want to be. She needs someone to look after her, encourage her, care for her. I've tried to hire people, but she always seems to run them off." "I understand." "Thank you. Promise me that no matter what happens to me or between you two that you'll always be there for her." "You have my word." We sat quietly for a while, sipping our drinks, until curiosity got the best of me. "So... what is it that you actually do?" I asked. "I don't suppose you know what a sodalitas is, do you?" I shook my head. "I thought not... let's get out of here and go somewhere more private." He said standing up and tossing a twenty on the table. I followed Jay out of the pub, wheeling myself behind him. We proceeded down a walkway going further away from the hotel until we came upon a small platform overlooking the ocean below. Jay leaned up against the railing on one arm and I wheeled up beside him. He placed both elbows on the railing, looking out over the moonlit ocean. "Sodalitas is a Latin name for a secret society. A society where its members are wealthy and elite. It consists of people who have gained or have been placed in positions of great influence or power. I was invited into such an organization nearly twenty-five years ago." "That's what your daughter meant by you having friends in high places." "You don't know of many other fathers who could 'borrow' an aircraft carrier to look for their daughter do you?" he grinned to me. "No." I chuckled. After a few moments of silence he said, "Maybe someday you could join us. Sodas needs good men like you." "Maybe." Chapter 8 Rest "So what's the plan?" "Plan?" Jay asked grinning slyly. I just gave him one of my stupid looks. "Ok." He chuckled. "Try this on for size. Katharine has two more years of prep school. She stays in school," he emphasized the word stay, "and for the next two years you two can date. Then she'll be eighteen and she can do whatever she wants. In all likely hood, you two will marry. You haven't gone to college, maybe you two can go together. I hope you do, knowledge is the only real power anyone will ever have." "Sounds nice." I smiled. I like the idea of going to college with her. "It's going to be a long road for you and the fact that she will still be in prep school will put a strain on your relationship." I nodded, but elected not to comment. We both paused for a moment to ponder the situation and possibilities. "You know, I don't remember when the last time it was when I took the time to just stare at the stars." Jay commented. After a few more minutes I suggested that we return to the room. I was getting tired. "I'll get it." Jay said as he stood behind me to push the chair for me. "How are you feeling?" "Exhausted... kinda dizzy." "It's been a long day." "Yep." We entered the room laughing like old buddies as the guards held the double doors to the suite open for us. The ladies were sitting on the couch in the exact same place that we had left them. They both looked at us in confusion as Jay rolled me up to them. "You two aren't drunk are you?" her mother asked. "Of course not!" Jay laughed. "Out of our minds maybe." I chuckled. "Marie!" Jay called out. The little Asian woman trotted into the room quickly. "Please help Luke to get ready to retire for the evening." "Can I have a few minutes with him first?" Katharine asked her father. "Sure dear, whatever you want." Jay smiled to me. "Your mother and I are going to bed. Goodnight honey." He said kissing his daughter on the forehead. She said her good nights to her mother as well and wheeled me out onto the large, open balcony as her parents headed to their own bedroom. The guards, butlers, and maids all scattered except for the two men standing at the suites front door. Katharine wheeled me out to the balconies edge and sat down beside me on one of the cushioned chairs. "Well?" "Well what?" "Stop that! What happened?" "I don't have a clue of what you are talking about?" I teased her. "Aggggg! MEN!" she growled at me. "Okay, okay. Calm down." I held my hand up to her. "We just talked. He's giving me a house up north near your school. He said it would be okay for us to date until you were out of prep school and we'll just see where things go from there." Leaning to me she came face to face with me and whispered. "I love you." I returned the 'I love you' and kissed her. She sat down across my lap for a while being careful not to sit on my stitches. We kissed and cuddled until I couldn't take it any more. "I'm sorry, but I have to go to sleep. I just can keep this day going any longer." "I know." She smiled to me lovingly. "Let me help." Katharine wheeled me back into the suite and into my room. Marie seemed to appear from out of nowhere and started to follow us, but Katharine told her go take the rest of the night off. "What's up with her anyway?" I asked once the doors were closed. "Marie? Oh, she was a slave to an oriental man who beat her a lot." "You're kidding." "Nope. Dad knew the guy and when he found out what was happening to her he offered to buy Marie from him." "Your dad bought a slave?" "Sort of, he bought her from him, but brought her back to the states and told her she was free to go do anything she wanted. She chooses to stay and work for dad because he had been so kind to her." "Oh." I said in surprise. "You want a bath before you go to bed?" she grinned. "You mean to say, 'can I bathe you'?" I laughed. "If you want me to." She grinned seductively. "I would love it, but no hanky-panky tonight. I don't think I could take it." She pouted. Katharine wheeled me into the bathroom and started the water. She came to me and turned around. Her back was completely bare except for where the scarf tied behind her. "Will you untie me?" she asked looking over her shoulder, grinning seductively. I reached up and pulled the knot out. The two ends of the scarf fell to her sides. Turning around to face me she pulled at one end of the scarf. It slowly unfurled and fell from her chest exposing both of her perfect breasts with their tiny, dark nipples. "Why are you doing this to me?" I groaned. "What?" she said coyly, trying to act innocent. "Uhggg!" I groaned in frustration. "Ok... I'll quit teasing you." She said and helped me remove my clothes. I stepped up from the chair, being careful not to place any weight on my bum leg, and slipped onto the side of the marble tub. Katharine placed her hand over her mouth trying to hide her grin and stifle a giggle as she stared at my nudity. My penis was soft and placid. I had no interest in sex tonight even though the world's hottest little sex kitten was standing next to me, topless no doubt. I eased down into the tub taking great care not to allow my wound to become submerged. Like a good little girl, Katharine bathed me, keeping her hands in the places they should have been. But her eyes were another story. The warm water was beginning to put me to sleep. My eyes became heavy. "We better get you into the bed," she said, rinsing the last of the soap from my body. "Come on big boy." She placed her hands under my arms and helped me out of the tub and onto the marble side. She helped me hobble over to the bed and sat me down onto it. "Stay there while I get you some shorts." My eyes closed for a moment. I woke up sharply when I felt my head bob. Katharine was back at my feet trying to slip a pair of shorts over my feet. Once she had me halfway decent she helped me slip under the covers. I felt myself drifting off to sleep as soon as my head hit the fluffy pillow. "Poor baby." I heard her whisper as she kissed me on my lips. ----------------------------------------------------------------- --- I awoke the next morning to the sound of whispers. "Kat you need to sleep in your own bed." "I tried to mom, I just couldn't. Nothing happened. He was practically in a coma all night. I just couldn't get to sleep unless I was next to him." She whispered from the bed beside me. Surprisingly to me, she was under the covers with me. My back was turned to her. "Try harder next time." Her mother scolded her. "You two are supposed to be dating, not married." "Shhh... I think he's waking up," Katharine whispered. Groaning I rolled onto my back. Big mistake. My leg muscles flexed as I turned them causing my stitches to pull a bit. "Aghh!" "What's wrong?" Katharine asked propping up on her elbow. "Are you alright Luke?" Her mother asked. "Yeah... stitches pulled a bit." I explained, wincing from the sharp pain. "I'm sorry Mrs. Abernathy, I won't let it happen again." "The stitches?" She queried. "No Ma'am, Katharine and I sleeping together." "Well, don't worry about it... we'll talk about it later." She said with a bit of a frown. "Breakfast will be served in a few minutes if you're feeling up to it." "Yes ma'am, I'm starving." ---------------------------------------------------------------- With each passing day my strength came back to me more and more. By the fifth day I was getting around on my own with only a little assistance from a cane. It was a gift to me from her father and it was quite beautiful. It was made of solid mahogany with gold and silver bands to trim and the knob at the top was solid crystal. Nothing much happened. My days were spent mostly resting. The Abernathy's made sure that all my needs were taken care of. Katharine and I kept things cool for the mean time. There were a few times a day when we would sneak off to some quite place to neck for a while, but we kept the fires of passion down around the groping level. After breakfast on that fifth morning I headed down to the pool to join the women. Jay was busy in the private study of the suite taking care of business. Katharine waved to me, motioning me to come sit with her and her mom. Both of the tanned women were lounging in a duplicate set of Brazilian Bikinis that they had just bought. Her mom moved over to the next chair, allowing me to sit between them. We made casual conversation for a while until Katharine decided to take a dip to cool off. She strutted away from us, making sure that I had a good view of her tight little ass, swaying seductively in the thong. Without saying a word, I watched her dive into the water. Her body glided underneath the glassy surface. I watched her in awe, half smiling. "You really do love her, don't you?" "Huh?" I asked turning to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." "You really do love her don't you?" I smiled warmly. "More than I could ever put into words." "You don't have to... I can see it." She smiled back. I could see a mothers pride in her eyes. She was happy to see that her daughter had found someone that would love her with all his heart. We sat silently, both watching her surface and then dart back down again. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for her... nothing." I mumbled. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Later that evening, after dinner, Jay asked me to join him in his study. He told me that he had his lawyers take care of the deeding of the house this morning and his accountant wired the funds into an account for me. "I do have one request though," Jay said. "Sure." I continued to chuckle. "Just don't distract Katharine from her studies, and keep things low key. I have tried very hard to keep this family out of the media." "Deal." I smiled. We talked a bit more about my plans with Katharine and what I was going to do with my new fortune. He gave me quite a few tips and also gave me the name and number of a good accounting and investment firm. "When are we leaving?" I asked. "The day after tomorrow. Are you ok with flying again?" "I guess I don't have much choice, it's a long swim back to the mainland." I grinned. "You could always take a boat." "God no! I get sea sick really bad!" I laughed. "You're a pilot, but you get sea sick?" Jay questioned, fighting back a grin. "Yeah!" I laughed. "Well... I could have the doctor give you something if you like. A sedative." He suggested. "No... I'll manage." Chapter 9 New Beginnings The day of departure came too quickly. Katharine and I had still not had much, if any, time alone. The staff packed up our things for us and had them sent to the airport ahead of us. Katharine and I were standing out on the balcony alone, trying to have a few moments of piece together. We spent most of the time just holding each other and gazing off to the rising sun over the distant ocean. "We haven't been apart since we met two weeks ago." She said, saddened. We were both dreading the coming separation. "I'll only be a few minutes away." "It's not the same though. I'll be at school in that damned dorm." "You've got your roommate there. She could help tide you over until the weekends." I grinned devilishly. "Very Funny!" She punched me in the chest. "Sorry. Look... we survived a plane crash together, we can survive this." "But, I had you there with me." "And I'll be there with you through this, too!" I kissed her softly. "I love you, Luke." "I love you, too!" "Come on love birds, it's time to go." Jay interrupted us, as we were about to kiss again. Hand in hand, we departed paradise. Neither of us knew what the future held. Our fates were uncertain and we were both passing into uncharted territory, me more so than her, but I knew one thing for certain, we would be doing it together. The limo driver drove us into the back entrance of the airport and right up to the aircraft. The massive 747 loomed above us. "Commercial?" I asked Jay as we stepped out of the long black car. "You didn't think we'd cram fifteen people into a tiny private jet did you?" "Well... I guess I just didn't think about it at all." "Come on." He grinned and patted me on the shoulder as he walked by. The head of the airline security met us at the foot of the stairs. Jay passed him all of our papers and without even looking at it he motioned for us to go ahead. Her mother and father and several of his staff went ahead first, but I paused at the bottom for a moment, looking up the stairs to the open door of the plane. "Luke, are you ok?" Katharine yelled over the engine noise. She wrapped her arms around my waist, holding me tight. "Yeah," I replied, but still hesitated from taking that first step. "Together remember!" she said smiling at me lovingly, letting me know that she would be there with me the whole way. I nodded, closed my eyes and stepped up. One step at I time; I climbed up to the doorway and into the aircraft. My hands were shaking. Jay walked over to me when he saw me appear in the doorway. "Is everything alright?" he asked, trying not to make a show of it. I nodded. "Are you sure that you don't want to take something?" I took in a deep breath and decided then and there that I was not going to let this get the best of me. Straightening my back, with Katharine beside me, I told him, "Everything is just fine." I smiled. Jay grinned proudly, "We're all up stairs." He said waving his hand to the spiral staircase. Katharine, never leaving my side, escorted me up the stairs and to a row of seats near the front. A stewardess came to greet us as we sat. "Is there anything I can get you sir before we take off?" "A cup of coffee would be nice, thank you." I replied and glanced to Katharine. "A soda please." The woman nodded and left. Katharine looked up at me with worried eyes. "Don't worry, I'm fine." I tried to reassure her and placed my hand on her bare thigh. She was wearing a pleated miniskirt. "I know what will keep your mind off it." She grinned and leaned up to whisper in my ear. "I'm not wearing any panties." Grinning, I crooked my eyebrow and pondered the possibilities. Moments later the plane moved to the end of the runway. The engines roared as the aircraft sped down the asphalt and climbed into the sky. My nerves got jittery for a moment, but I soon remembered how I love the feeling of the acceleration and the way it pressed me back into my seat. I remembered that it was the excitement of the speed that lured me into flying in the first place. My fears were fading. The hours passed by quickly. Katharine and I sat most of the time privately in the front, talking about our future, making plans. She asked if she could bring a friend or two to my new house occasionally on weekends. I told her that I would love it. Jay walked up to us halfway through the trip and asked if he could speak to me privately for a minute. Katharine gladly excused herself stating that she needed to go to the restroom anyway. I noticed that he had something in his hand when he sat down. "Luke, this is a palm computer." He said handing me the little device. "It's wireless and works off the satellites. E-mail is built in so we can exchange messages anytime, anywhere. It also has phone numbers, emergency contacts, account numbers and other information preprogrammed for you. If you ever need anything just send me a message. It works anywhere in the world. Just then, Katharine came bouncing back up the isle. "Enjoy." He grinned to me and returned Katharine's seat back to her. "Oh daddy!" she called out to him looking over her shoulder. "Are we driving or taking the train?" "Train. But I'm not going to be going with you. Your mother and I have to get back to the city. I'm sure Luke would be glad to escort you back to your dorm." He grinned and left. "Train?" "Yeah, the school's up state," she answered, but I still had a puzzled look on my face. "You've never been to New York have you?" she asked. I shook my head no. "You can either drive out of the city or take the train." "Oh, kinda like taking the subway." Katharine rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sorta." She giggled. A few hours later the plane touched down to the ground and taxied to the terminal. We gathered our belongings while the rest of the passengers below us departed. Soon after the stewardess came up and told a guard that the coast was clear. The guards escorted us through the huge airport, making a path for us, and to a pair of waiting limousines. Each was stretched long and solid black. Katharine said her goodbyes to her mother and father. Jay pulled me off to the side to have a word. He told me to use the palm computer if I had any questions, night or day and that he would be in touch soon to make sure that I was settling in okay. He also gave me a fatherly warning to behave myself. We shook hands and each of us climbed into our respective cars. The ride to the train station was short. With Jay away from us our contingent of guards slimmed down to just two. Once we dropped off Katharine these one would accompany me to my new house. A staff member from the train station showed us to our train car. As I walked into the car I realized that we were the only ones in it. "A private train car too?" "Of course." She grinned. I recognized her smile. She was thinking naughty thoughts. "Except for them." I pointed out the two bulldogs entering through the doorway. "Yeah." She said disappointedly with her mouth crooked and rolled her eyes. The train pulled away minutes later, whistling as it departed the station. I took a few minutes to familiarize myself with the private car. It was luxurious with a small private dinning table at the front, a group seating area in the middle and a small sleeper room and bathroom in the back. I was quite amazed. My first train ride and I had been tossed into the pillow of luxury. "How long will it take?" I asked her. "Oh... we left at two so... about three more hours." "Wow, your school is pretty far out of town." "Yeah, most of the nicer parts of New York state are. You have to go into the city for the nice theaters and ballets. But if you want nice neighborhoods then you have to go up state." Katharine snuggled up to me, laying her head on my shoulder, as we watched the landscape go by through the window. After a while, Katharine gazed up into my eyes and whispered, "I wish we could make love one last time before we have to say goodbye." "I do..." I paused not finishing my sentence, thinking. "Just a sec." I told her as I got up. I had just realized that my life had already changed without even realizing it. I was no longer just a tagalong or guest. I was now in charge, I held the authority. I was already one of the wealthy and elite. I walked over to the guards sitting at the dinning table, sipping their coffee. The one in charge stood up and straightened his jacket. "Yes sir?" "Miss Abernathy and I would like some privacy, why don't you guys go get another cup of coffee." I suggested to them. "Would this be a large cup sir?" He asked straight-faced. "Very large and very long." I emphasized. "Aye sir," he grinned. "We'll go and find the biggest cup of coffee we can find. Perhaps two." "Thank you." I grinned and tilted my head to him. The guards left through the door and locked it behind them. I walked back to Katharine and leaned down to her. "Your wish is my command, my lady." Katharine giggled and rose from her leather seat. Taking her by the hand I escorted her to the back. Once inside I closed the door to the sleeper behind us. I pulled her into a kiss and she rose up on her tiptoes to meet it. Wrapping my arms around her and holding her little body tightly to mine, her lips parted and I softly slipped my tongue into her mouth. The tips of our tongues met. The electrical passion within each of us passed into the others bodies with our tongues as the conductors. We both sharply inhaled. My hand slid down her back and cupped her small ass cheek. We kicked our shoes into the corner. Standing there, our hands roamed over the others body as our tongues danced within each other's mouths. The fires of our passion for the other blazed higher and higher, with every touch. Our need for the other grew stronger and stronger. Hurriedly, we began to peal our clothes off, shucking them into the floor. Katharine unsnapped her skirt after I tried fumbling with it for a minute. I glanced down as it fell to the floor and damned if she wasn't right, she didn't wear any panties. Katharine hurriedly unsnapped my slacks and pushed them over my hips. My boxers followed quickly. With both of us nude and furiously twisting our tongues together, I gently eased her backwards, onto the thin mattress. Without breaking our kiss she scooted back making room for me. I eased the naked flesh of my body down onto hers. Katharine spread her bent legs, giving me permission and access to the heart of her womanhood. We both groaned when the flesh of our sexes met. The swollen head of my dick slid down her wet, open slit and nestled right against her entrance. "Oh Luke!" she moaned and grasped my ass with both of her hands. She wrapped her calves around the backs of my thighs. Slowly and softly, I pushed myself through her entrance. My head slipped slowly through the warm and wet tightness. "Hmmmm..." I moaned. Never stopping, but going as slow as possible, I slipped my hardened pole into her until our pubic bones met and I was buried as deeply as possible inside of her stomach. Katharine's eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. Short and quick gasps escaped from between her glossy lips. Her expression was that of wanton lust. Holding myself deeply inside of her, I kissed her lips softly. My tongue traced the outline of her lips and then slipped between them. Slowly I eased halfway back and then bottomed out into her once more. Katharine dug her fingernails into my ass cheeks. I continued to make love to her slowly, taking my time, building up the erotic desire between us. For half an hour, I slowly made love to her. Several times she pulled me deep into her and ground her clit on my pubic bone, bringing her to the edge, but each time I censed her getting close I would back off, leaving her whimpering. Finally, with either of us unable to take it any longer I turned up the heat between us. I began pumping long and quick strokes up into her belly. Katharine began grunting each time I bottomed out. "Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." With in a minute we were both riding the edge of exploding. "Close!" I softly grunted into her ear as I wrapped my arms under her and held her body tight. Her small but firm breasts were mashed into my chest. "Ugh! Do... it! Ughh! Deep!" she whispered into my ear between moans of ecstasy. "Agggghhhhhh!" I groaned. My body tightened and I slammed my dick up into her belly as deep as I could and held it there, pushing as far into her as I could. "Cumming!" I groaned and my semen began to spurt from me, deep into the back of her pussy. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed, tilting her pussy up to me and pulling on my ass with her legs wrapped around my hips. "Cumming! In ME!" she squealed as her body succumbed to violent orgasmic seizures. I collapsed onto her. We both lay there for another half an hour, enjoying the feelings of our sweaty bodies sliding against the other, my half hard dick still buried in her stomach. Giggling she said to me. "You realize that your little spermies are swimming all over the inside of my stomach right this very moment." "You realize that your mother told me that she put you on BC a year ago." I grinned to her having stifled her attempt at scaring me. "Damn. Oh well. At least I'll be excited by it for the rest of the day. Maybe I'll show my roommate." "You like that don't you." "It makes me fucking HOT!" she exclaimed as she squeezed her wrapped legs around my hips and grinned like a lunatic. "Your crazy you know that." I laughed thrusting my softened pole into her slick pussy. "And you love it." She growled. "I wouldn't have it any other way." I kissed her. We lay there for a while longer, talking, tickling, and laughing, until Katharine started recognizing some of the scenery out the window. "We better get dressed. We'll be pulling into the station soon." She said frowning. She kissed me once more and whispered to me, "Thank you!" I looked at her puzzled. "For making love to me." She answered. "Darling! You don't have to thank me. I wanted to as badly as you did. Besides, it was defiantly my pleasure!" We kissed yet another long kiss with our tongues making love together within each other's mouths. We got up from our tiny bed. Katharine went to the bathroom to clean herself up while I donned my clothing. I opened the door to the sleeper to find that the guards had not returned. I fixed a pair of drinks for Kath and I and waited on the sofa for her to join me. Moments later she walked through the doorway looking all primped and preened, but she still had that fresh fucked look, or maybe it was just me. She sat down beside me and guzzled down her drink. I looked at her trying to stifle a laugh. "What? I was thirsty. Besides you did it to me." She poked me in the ribs with her finger. A few minutes later the train began to slow as it grew near to the station. The guards returned, but not before peaking their heads through the doorway to make sure that everyone was decent. "Did you enjoy your coffee?" I smiled to the guard. "Yes sir. And you?" He teased back. "Immensely!" I chuckled. The train came to a halt with a jerk. The guards escorted us off the train and out of the terminal to a waiting limo. This one was slightly different though, more modernized. It was of course long and black, but sleek, with a plush tan leather interior with a flat screen TV, computer, cell phones, fax, and the works. One of the guards sat up front with the driver as the other placed our luggage in the trunk. Most of it was Katharine's. "How many limos does your father have?" I asked Katharine teasingly. "This one is yours, sir." The chief said as he slipped into the car and closed the door behind him. "Mine?" I queried. Katharine gave me a cockeyed smile with her left eyebrow raised. It was one of those 'I'm impressed' looks. "Yes sir, it's apart of your estate." I didn't say another word; I decided not to embarrass myself any further. I simply closed my eyes and bowed my head, smiling to myself. This was going to take a lot of getting used to. The ride to Katharine's school only took a few minutes. It was a typical looking New England campus that was full of money. We pulled up in front of her dorm. It was an old brick building that had to be a century old. We filed out of the car and the men fetched her luggage. "Come on!" She exclaimed, dragging me by my hand into the building. She pulled me up two flights of stairs and into a busy hallway filled with young girls and a few families. She spotted one of her friends and took off running to her, screaming. They screamed and jumped up and down, hugging. "I heard what happened. Oh my god, I thought I'd never see you again!" Her friend shouted. "Everyone knows!" "Yeah it was pretty scary." Katharine told her tucking her hair behind her ears. "God girl, you wreak. You smell like sex." The girl giggled as I approached. "SHHHHHH!!!!!" she told her friend, placing her finger to her friends lips. "HELLLLOOOO!" Kath's friend exclaimed as I walked up to the excited pair. "Kitty, this is Luke." Katharine introduced me, holding out her palm. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Kitty." I partially bowed as I shook her hand, stifling my laughter at her nickname. "Oh my god... now I know why you smell like..." Her friend started to say, but Katharine put a hand over her mouth. I chuckled. Katharine dragged her friend by her hand into her dorm room. It wasn't as small as I had pictured it. Each girl had a twin bed and a desk on either side with plenty of room between. The men brought Katharine's luggage into the room and stacked it in the corner. They politely dismissed themselves back to the vehicle. As soon as they had left a barrage of young girls came running into the room. They practically tackled Katharine onto her bed. More friends no doubt. She introduced me to each. After a few more minutes I whispered to Katharine that I had to be going, it would be getting dark very soon. "I'll be back in a few minutes you guys." She told her friends and walked with me back to the limo. All three of the men were standing around the side of the car. The driver opened the door for me. Katharine slipped inside to say our goodbyes in private. I pulled her across my lap and wrapped my arms around her. Her eyes began to fill with tears. Neither of us could say the words. I kissed her softly and wiped away the tears. She sobbed softly. "Shhhh... we'll see each other this weekend." I tried to comfort her. I spent a few minutes trying to calm her. She finally gathered herself together and kissed me, practically forcing her tongue into my mouth. "You better come get me this weekend!" she pouted. "Have I ever not been there for you?" I asked. "No... sorry." She hugged me tightly. Sitting up sharply she quickly opened the door and stepped outside, but turning around she ducked her head back inside and kissed me again. I started to say goodbye, but she placed her finger to my lips to stop me. Kissing me one last time she told me that she would see me this weekend. Fighting back the tears she ran off into the building. I closed my eyes and bowed my head. I hadn't realized that seeing her run off into the dorm would be so painful. My heart actually hurt. Seconds later the men piled into the car and before I realized it we were off. I stared out the window, aimlessly watching the landscape pass by as we drove down the road to my new home. ----------------------------------------------------------------- - The sleek, black limo pulled through a massive stone carved estate entrance shadowed by massive old trees and ornate landscaping. A guard stepped up to the drive side, but only waved as we passed through. The sun had set and it was quite dim outside so I couldn't see much through the dark glass. I did however see ornately sculpted shrubbery and beautiful large trees illuminated with landscape lighting. The quarter mile long, winding driveway was speckled with gas lanterns. "Take Mr. McNamara through the front entrance tonight." I heard the guard tell the driver. The driver maneuvered through the winding drive and pulled around a huge fountain in the center of the circle. We stopped at the marble steps of the front entrance. Not bothering to wait for someone to open my door, I stepped out and stood up straight my eyes feasted on the huge mansion from side to side. Two stories tall with staggering sections that protruded out a bit in front of others, the building was coated with a mixture of carved blocks and chiseled stone. There had to have been twenty windows across the front and with each room lit up brightly. My eyes settled on the main entrance with its goliath granite columns that extended to the canopy above. I could see a large, sparkling chandelier through the huge window frames of the transom frame that held the hand carved double doors. The house literally looked like a castle. "Oh... My... God!" I mumbled with my mouth handing wide. I stood there for a few moments, inside the open car door, gazing in awe at the mansion. "Shall we go inside sir?" the guard asked me, breaking my stupor. "Uh... yes, of course." I said trying to sound sophisticated but in reality I was just trying to regain my wits. The sun had set outside, but I realized at this moment that a new day was dawning. And so began my new life of wealth and privilege. What I would do with the gift I had been given is yet another story... The End.