This is the story of love lost, love explored, and love found in a place least expected. It is also a mystery that involves power, money, greed, and lust. While not as graphic as most here at Literotica I hope you find it an entertaining read. I apologize for the state of the work. It still needs proofing. Please vote and comment.
JPMMURPHY
Chapter 24
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Teddy rolled on her back and stretched luxuriantly. She reveled in the feel of her new body. The smooth skin, her beautiful red hair, and how it all made her feel.
Slipping from between the sheets, she left Michael sleeping and wobbled to the bathroom. She felt stronger than the previous day. Probably from all the exercise, she thought with a crooked smile. But she knew that once her day got started, she'd need her walker, or at least a cane.
Sitting on the edge of her bath, she drew some hot water and slid in to soak.
"A penny for your thoughts."
Michael's probe startled her. "Michael! Come join me."
"In a minute. I wanted to see what you'd like for breakfast. The nurse is here and said we actually get to order today. Anything we want." His lopsided grin told Teddy how great the prospect of real food was.
"Two poached, three strips of bacon and juice. And, Michael."
"Yes?"
"Put a robe on." They both laughed.
*****
Tammy woke when her chain pulled tight causing her to choke. She could feel Allessandra's arm lying over her stomach and noted the woman was sound asleep.
They'd laid awake, whispering, trying to come up with a plan and exchanging information. Tammy knew Allessandra was the woman from the hotel that detective Bronson was looking for.
Giving Bob time to fall asleep they'd tested the chain and found it was looped several times around the bed frame, leaving each barely enough chain to lie back without choking. Shoulder to shoulder, they'd finally fallen asleep.
She could hear kitchen noises and knew that Bob was awake, in the kitchen, probably having breakfast. Glancing around the room in the soft light that filtered around the heavy curtains, she found no phone.
Sliding the drawer on the nightstand on her side of the bed open, she couldn't see inside, but her hand played around and she knew it was empty. Allessandra's too, she thought.
The door she suspected was a walk-in closet; was closed. Suddenly she had an urge to pee and wished Bob would show up. She thought about yelling but decided that might set him off.
Nudging Allessandra, she waited until her eyes opened and whispered, "Just do whatever he wants. I will too. Linda will come soon."
Before she could explain who Linda was, the door burst open and Bob strode in carrying Allessandra's dog dish and a plate.
"And how's my little doggie this morning?"
Bob seemed cheery again, speaking his happy doggy speak for Allessandra.
Setting the bowl on the floor beside the bed, Bob threw the set of keys between them and reached in his pocked to pull the gun out. "Now be a good little doggie and come to, papa."
Allessandra pulled an arm out from under the covers and fumbled with the keys until she found the one that opened her chain. Rubbing her neck, she looked at Bob before throwing the keys back. Pushing the covers back, she got on her hands and knees and crawled off the bed. "What a good doggie! Isn't she a good doggie, dear?"
Tammy's voice croaked as she answered, "Y yes, dear. She's a good doggie."
"Here's your food. Come on and eat." Bob slapped his thigh and pointed down at the bowl. Allessandra crawled over and found scrambled eggs. Lowering her head she started to eat.
"And you, dear. Look! I've brought you breakfast in bed."
Bob set a plate with scrambled eggs and a slice of toast on the bedspread beside Tammy. "Eat up, dear. We have a lot to do today."
Tammy pushed up against the headboard, the covers falling away and reached for the plate, scraping the food off silently with her fingers. Taking the piece of toast, she tore it in half and called to Allessandra, "Here, pooch, do you want a piece of toast? Come on." She hated doing it but knew it was her only hope of sharing the bread with the woman. Allessandra crawled back on the bed and sat back on her haunches as Tammy tore the bread into pieces and placed them in the woman's mouth.
"What a good girl!" Bob was absolutely ecstatic.
Tammy took the moment to ask if they could have a bathroom break. "Why sure, dear." Looking down at Allessandra he held up his forefinger and put on a stern face, the pistol hung loosely in his other hand. "Stay. Stay, you bitch!"
Throwing the keys on the bed he watched as Tammy fumbled with her lock, the chain finally falling on the pillows. Realizing his vulnerability, Bob cocked the gun and stepped back to the doorway.
"You know where it is, dear. Go ahead."
Finishing, Tammy walked back into the bedroom to find Allessandra with a chain around her neck, Bob holding the other end.
"Come on, dear, we need to take the dog out."
When realization hit, Tammy tried to figure out how to stop it from happening. "But, dear, isn't our doggie house broke?"
"But you know how much doggie likes to go outside, dear."
Resigned, Tammy looked around for something to put on when Bob said, "You're fine, dear. Come on. Doggie needs to pee."
Tammy's blood boiled but she saw the handgun, cocked and ready, in Bob's hand and stepped past him into the hallway.
"Oh, and, dear. Be sure to stay close. You know how much trouble I have with doggie sometimes. I wouldn't want to have to shoot the bitch."
When Bob opened the sliding glass door off the dining room, Allessandra crawled out on the rough planking of the deck ahead of them. At the edge of the deck she stopped. Tammy stepped up and saw her predicament. Finally, fed up, she turned to Bob, cocked her hip, planted a hand and pointed a finger, "Look, Bob, this is getting ridiculous. The stairs are too steep. She can't get down them. Just let her go back in the house and use the bathroom inside. There's a perfectly good bathroom in there!"
She almost gagged when Bob shoved the barrel of the gun into the soft part of her cheek, "Shut the fuck up!" Bob's face was red, his cheek pressed against the handgun as he kept pressing it harder into her cheek. "I want our doggie to go outside," Bob started yelling, spittle landing on her face, "So this fucking bitch is going in the yard were all dogs go!"
Bob stopped yelling, his breathing ragged.
Tammy finally nodded, the gun bobbing up and down with her head.
The gun was back down and Bob was back to his happy doggie talk, Allessandra, bottom up, trying to negotiate the stairs.
"See, dear. You just don't understand doggies like I do. You're so silly sometimes."
