Tempest Brewing Tropical Storms Part 1 (7 page)

Joy walked freer now, freer than she had felt in
months. And hopeful about the future, no matter what it held. It
had to be better than what she had just resolved.

That thought brought another smile and her tears
dissipated completely.

Stormy was at the doctor's office. She had seen
Melissa, a nurse, and was waiting for results. That mess with Joy
and Brain was still fresh. The last thing she needed was a yeast
infection, that's what she had come in complaining about. She had
tried the over the counter stuff but it didn't help. It was still
very itchy and irritated.

Brian had moved in and may have contributed to
the irritation; at the same time putting a major crimp in her
lifestyle. He kind of invited himself in, she would never have
asked, believe it. The traffic of human companions that normally
flowed through Stormy's life and apartment was negatively affected
by Brian's presence.

Stormy got anxious when Melissa came in all
professional instead of her easy going, relaxed way. When the
clinician said "You have
trichomonas,"
Stormy was in the
midst of a little panic attack and only caught part of what she had
said.

"No, I don't trick, what?" asked Stormy with
confusion.

""No, trichomonas is what you have. It's a
sexually transmitted infection. The little buggers have a flagella,
a tail, and they swim around causing that foamy discharge and the
itching." Melissa stopped short here. She had found that too much
information overloaded these girls and she gave time for it to sink
in before continuing.

"Can it be cured?" asked Stormy.

"Sure," replied Melissa, "But you have to have
all your partners checked and treated; otherwise you can just get
it right back again."

"Do I have to tell? I mean is this
reportable?
Will someone call up everyone I name?"

""No," the health care professional continued,
"Trich is not reportable in Florida, but it is what you should do,
I mean tell anyone you were in close contact with, because it can
be an asymptomatic infection. And you want the person that gave it
to you to know."

After some thought Stormy asked "Wouldn't a guy
know if he had it? I mean it's more obvious in guys, no?"

Melissa explained, "The infection is in the same
tube that carries urine. They don't have a big open space like we
do. Every time they urinate, the infection is washed out. Some guys
notice it, most don't, but they can still give it back to you.
Here's your prescription, it's a single big dose of Flagyl. It
might upset your stomach, though, so make sure you've had
something. Oh, and no alcohol for a couple of days. The drug is
chemically related to Anabuse, a drug they used to give alcoholics
to make them vomit if they drank. Alcohol with Flagyl will make you
sick for sure."

She had definitely overloaded the young lady
because Stormy's next question was "What about the yeast
infection?"

"What yeast infection?" inquired Melissa. "You
don't have a yeast infection, you have a trichomonas
infection."

"Oh!," responded Stormy, "Can it be cured?"

Melissa had had enough. She left and sent the
nurse in to try and explain it again and give the girl the
prescriptions. She asked her nurse to bring up birth control if she
could as well, she wasn't sure this one should procreate anytime
soon.

"Hello Mama?"
Vincent was calling home.
"Yes Ma'am, I'm just fine. How are you and Daddy? Yes 'em, having a
grand ol' time down 'ere. Yes 'em I
did
actually meet
someone. Ah, yes Mam, it
is
a girl. A real nice one."

"What Mama? No Ma'am, I am not bringin home a
knocked up tramp and expectin' you to raise my illegitimate spawn,"
he laughed.

"No actually I have not 'picked the pit' as you
so delicately put that."

"What do you mean 'Why not, I just met the
girl!'"

"Yes Mama, I
do
like girls. Let me talk
to Daddy please?"

"Hello Daddy? Did Mama stop takin' her meds
again? Lordy be!"

~ ~ ~ ~

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Untouched

When Abby's best friend goes missing for more
than 24 hours, she fears the worst. Upon calling the police, a
detective comes to meet her. Opening the door she sees an old
friend, Ethan, who has come to help her solve the case. Together,
the flames are rekindled as they search for her missing friend and
what fate has befallen her.

Wrong Number

Devon wakes up to the news that her husband was
involved in an accident that left his wrecked car at the bottom of
the river, with no body to be found. Followed by a series of
mysterious phone calls asking for Dan that send chills down Devon's
spine, she knows something just isn't right. But the worst is yet
to come...

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Finally!
Devon thought as she sat down on
the couch in her new apartment.

Moving was never easy, but she had done it so
many times now that it was becoming somewhat of a routine. However,
this time it was different. She wasn't going to be moving again in
the near future, if ever. It had taken a while to save the money
she needed, but now she had her very own book shop. Even better,
her spacious apartment was right over the shop, which meant that
she had everything she needed conveniently within reach.

The first order of business had been to get her
belongings moved into the apartment. Tomorrow, Devon would begin
unpacking boxes and stocking the shelves of her shop with the help
of Janina, the girl she had hired to help her. Together, she hoped
that they would be able to get most of it all done within a couple
of days. She really wanted to have her grand opening by the end of
the week. Saturdays were usually excellent days to hold them
because people would be looking for something to do on the
weekends.

Devon had planned it all out beautifully. She
did her research and found that this tiny coastal town on the east
coast would be the perfect location for her book shop. Crystal Cove
was small enough to be quaint, but large enough that tourists
visiting nearby beach resorts would be able to find it easily
enough. In fact, tourism was a large part of the town's income.
When she found Crystal Cove, it boasted one casual dining
restaurant, one fine dining restaurant, a Victorian bed and
breakfast as well as a small but elegant inn. There were other
necessary businesses in town but there was no book shop. That's
where Devon came in.

She was going to be selling all sorts of books.
There would be sections for romances, mysteries, occult, research
materials, and even a children's section. That was going to be set
up as a story time area. Her favorite part, though, was in the back
of the shop. That's where Devon would be offering Tarot readings in
a private and specially decorated area. No one had to know that her
information came from sources that had nothing to do with the
Tarot. She had been playing that off for years so that people
didn't become afraid of her and her abilities.

Well, Devon thought. I can't just sit here
daydreaming. I've got to get busy. Her electricity, water, and
landline phone were all turned on and she could now stay here. The
movers were due to arrive in a few hours to bring in her furniture.
One thing at a time, she thought. She got up and started to do some
cleaning and measuring so that she would know where she could put
what.

This is going to be amazing, Devon thought. Dan
would have loved it. No, I'm not going to think about him right
now. It's only going to make me sad and I can't afford to get
depressed right now. She went into her sunny kitchen and grabbed a
diet soda from the refrigerator. Stocking the refrigerator had been
something she had had the foresight to do. She would get her bed
set up and at least be able to eat something in her own home
tonight.

Just as she popped the top on the soda, her
phone rang. Startled, she nearly spit out her swallow of diet coke.
It had to be a wrong number, she thought as she went back into the
living room to answer the phone. Picking up the phone, she said a
cautious but cheery "Hello." At first, no one said anything.

"Hi, is anyone there?" Devon said.

"Hi," a deep male voice said. "I guess I must
have the wrong number. I was trying to get in touch with Dan, but
you're obviously not him."

"Dan?" A little unpleasant shock ran through
Devon's body. "How do you know Dan?" "Hey, I'm really sorry for
bothering you."

Before she could say anything else, her caller
had hung up. She checked the caller ID and saw Unknown Number
registered there. How odd, she thought. There wasn't enough time
left to dwell on it, though, because at that moment, the movers
pulled up. She was distracted for the next couple of hours with
supervising the unloading of her furniture and boxes of things.

As she had promised herself, Devon got her bed
set up and a path cleared so that she could eat a simple dinner in
her very own kitchen. She nibbled on a salad and an avocado and
bacon sandwich when she remembered the odd phone call from earlier.
That really had to be a coincidence, she thought. It did make her
miss Dan even more than ever. That feeling was especially bad at
night. She tended to remember the way he used to make her body
absolutely sing with pleasure. No man had ever been able to do that
for her before or since. In fact, Devon was pretty much afraid that
she would never meet another man that would do that to her.

Suddenly, she realized just how tired she was.
She got up and changed into her pajama pants and spaghetti strap
t-shirt. Washing her face and brushing her teeth completed the
bedtime ritual for tonight. She slipped into her bed and turned out
the lamp on her nightstand. Just as she was dozing off, her
telephone started to ring. Fortunately, she had an extension
sitting on her nightstand so all she had to do was reach over and
pick it up.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi, is Dan there?" came the same male voice
from earlier.

"It's you again," Devon said accusatorially.
"Who is this and what do you want?" "Oops, I've got a wrong number
again! So sorry!" And with that, the connection was broken.

Dammit! Now, Devon would never be able to get to
sleep. What the hell was going on? Was someone trying to play some
sort of joke on her? If so, it was a very cruel one and she didn't
appreciate it. Dan was gone and he wasn't ever going to come back.
She had only recently begun to accept that and now, some asshole
was trying to rattle her cage. Of course, she could be crazy. It
could just be that it was an honest mistake. Dan was a pretty
common name, after all.

Common, however, was the last word that would
ever have described her Dan. Laying back onto her pillow, she could
see his tousled black hair, high cheekbones, blue green eyes and
sexy sideways smile. God, how she missed him! No one was ever going
to take his place and she knew it. Her body still missed him every
night. Even right now, when she was tired and hot, her body wanted
Dan to be touching her, kissing her, and making love to her.
Finally, she turned over on her side and went to sleep with a
single tear sliding down her cheek.

"Wake up, sweetheart. Devon, open your eyes
and look at me."

"Mmm but it's so wonderful to lay here like this
with you, Dan. Do we really have to get up now?"

"Yes, darling. I would love nothing more than to
hold you in my arms all day, but now isn't the time. There's
something I must tell you and it's important that you pay
attention."

"Of course, Dan, I'm listening. What is it?"

"You need to be careful. I can't protect you
from where I am but you need to know that you're in danger."

"Danger? Who on earth wants to hurt me?"

"Shhh, don't speak. I'll tell you
everything."

There was a ringing sound in Devon's ears
suddenly. She was trying so hard to hold Dan's face in her mind but
he was fading very quickly. The ringing became louder and more
insistent. Devon's eyes flew open. She realized that the telephone
was ringing on her nightstand. The sun was shining brightly and
streaming through the partially opened curtains. Her bedside clock
read 8:35 AM. Who the hell could be calling her at this hour?
Reaching over, she lifted the phone and mumbled into it.

"Good morning, is Dan there, please?"

This again! She didn't even bother trying to
carry on a conversation. Simply disconnecting the call would have
to do. Devon didn't have the time, patience or energy for this.
However, she was awake now and had a full day ahead of her. A
shower sounded great to her at that moment so she got out of bed
and padded into the bathroom.

Minutes later, she was stripped and standing
under the refreshing spray of water. Picking up the tube of shower
gel, she squirted some into her hand and started to move her soapy
hands over her body. As she passed over her full breasts, the
unexpected stimulation caused her to emit a gasp. She had lost
count of how long it had been since she had experienced any sort of
sexual pleasure. Her toys had even been neglected because she just
hadn't felt the need for them. Now, however, as she absently
lightly pinched her nipples, she felt a jolt of sexual electricity
move through her body.

Closing her eyes, she continued to tease her
nipples until the ache had moved directly to her clit. Without
seeming to be aware of her actions, Devon slid one hand down over
her stomach to her nether region. With a single minded motion, she
parted the folds that revealed her clit that stood out like a tiny
erect cock. Stroking it only brought her a more exquisite and
torturous need for release. As she continued, that special
sensation started to creep over her before slamming into her
violently. Devon cried out as she rode her hand, moving the other
one down so that she could slip two fingers deep inside of her
soaking and spasming pussy. Just as she was coming down from that
orgasm, she felt it rising inside her again. Before she returned to
herself, Devon had reached a total of four intense orgasms. Now,
she was weak and her legs were barely holding her up. Giving into
the afterglow of the moment, she slid down the shower walls and sat
under the cascading water.