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.