Chapter 5. I'm having a hard time keeping up with this story only because of my schedule. Sorry it has taken so long. As usual, rate, like, smash the subscribe button, give me a bunch of stars and comments. I ve been working like crazy, and when I have down time I don't usually write. Writing is tough, y'all should try to put a story on here. No, when I have time off, I go fishing. And I've been doing as much fishing as I can get away with. I'll finish this story, I promise. I hate it when I'm reading a story and the author just says fuck it, and walks away without ending it.
Molon Labe
After my ordeal at the hospital and no answers about the scan or when my eyesight would return, I sent my sister home to her family and went with Scottie to her place. We spent the night cuddling. I was under strict orders from Dr. Hottie, Stacey, Scotties twin sister, to avoid another orgasm under threat of severe pain.
Submissive or not, she promised to make my life miserable if I didn't obey her on all things medical. I believed her. And Scottie believed her. But Scottie, being a conniving lawyer found a loophole. She gave me a long, sensual slow job. She worshiped my cock with meticulous attention. She knew just how to set my balls to simmer without letting them boil over. She had me percolating just below the point of no return. And she kept me over low heat for about an hour. Hell, it could have been 10 minutes. Time lost all meaning. When her jaw tired she would throw her leg over my head and ride my face like she was in second place on the backstretch at the Kentucky Derby. And it's Elusive Orgasm by a nose!
We went to bed and she spooned into me and guided my rock hard prick into her cave of wonders. "No fucking! Just lay here in me and fall asleep."
Now how the Hell was I supposed to sleep. Firstly, I am still blind and that's fucking with my head. And secondly, a smoking hot brunette has impaled herself on me and is using only her vaginal muscles to stimulate me. By all outward appearances, we were just a loving couple lying in bed, drifting off to sleep. Scottie was far from sleep, she was doing everything she could to edge me along without pushing me over the edge. And the one time I gave up and tried to jump to my tiny death, she dug her talons into my thigh. Holy fuck, I swear she sharpened them just for that single purpose.
Morning came far too early for me. But for my bedmate/chauffeur, it was miserable. Add to that, the fact there were no pretentious coffee places open at 2 am. She had to settle for a cup of gas station joe. She wasn't in the best of moods to say the least.
"Tell me again why we are leaving so early." She grumbled.
"It's a traffic thing. Your sister told me to be in her office first thing this morning. If we wait until your normal wake up we will already start three hours late. Then add two to three hours of traffic. If you front load all the suck, then later everything is smooth sailing. Kinda like sex."
She snorted a sarcastic laugh. Still unconvinced. "Usually if I'm up this late, I'm drunk. This sucks."
After an uneventful drive and a nap to top off my sleep tanks, I suggested to Scottie she find us a diner and we get some breakfast. The place she led me into smelled wonderful, if a bit more uppity and less greasy spoon than I preferred. She ordered an Eggs Benedict, and I discovered it is a pain in the ass to eat steak and eggs when you can't find the steak or eggs on your plate. I'm sick of not being able to see.
Scottie settled up and we drove straight to the university and Staceys office.
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"You have a growth in your brain. It's still small, but it is growing. I went back and looked at your scans from last week. Now that I know where to look I found it. It's about pea sized right now but that is roughly five hundred percent larger than it was a week ago."
"So I have brain cancer and its side effect is mind control powers?"
"I don't think so. The growth isn't a tumor. It's..." she paused, thoughtfully
"Spit it out. What? Rip the band aid off."
"It's your own neuroepithelial cells, by all appearances, it is identical
to your existing brain. You seem to be growing a third lobe. It's interfering with the optic nerve. At the optic chiasma. The point where the nerves from each eye cross to the opposite side of the brain."
"So many questions. If it keeps growing it will start squishing the rest of my brain and soon I'll be a vegetable. If it continues its rate of growth, next week it will be roughly the size of a golf ball and in two weeks a grapefruit. In 3 weeks my skull will pop and I'll be dead."
"None of those were questions but I'll answer them anyway. I have two theories. Or one theory with two possibilities. A, the growth is time based, in which case it will continue growing at a predictable rate until it reaches a genetically predetermined size. Typically these cells develop over about a week in fetal humans, but you are a man on the downhill side of life. I have no idea how long to expect new tissue growth. We've gone well past a week.
"You are now a mutant, and or the next rung on the evolutionary ladder. Either way, your body should adapt. Your skull should expand to accommodate, or, your less used real estate in your brain cedes its claim and withers so the stronger lobe can grow and survive.
Option B and less likely, it only grows with use. Similar to a muscle. And that, you can control."
"Here's what I think I know, Doc. Mutants have extremely short life spans. As in hours, tops. I don't believe in evolution. I may not live it, but I'm still partial to creation and intelligent design. Even so, evolution isn't predicated on large leaps, but rather on many small steps over a ridiculously long time span. This really seems like a huge fucking leap. Theories are nice, Doc, but what about a treatment?
"I thought I had it made. I was going to get filthy rich. Have Wilt Chamberlain levels of pussy, and get my way in everything. Turns out. I could be dead inside 2 weeks."
"I have a few thoughts on how to handle this, but I need to know how this anomaly is growing, I need to observe and collect data. I want to watch you for a couple days. Without you using your gift..."
"GIFT? This is some fucking gift. I was going to be pissing people off for another forty years or so. Now I'm looking at 10 days. I'm not sitting around waiting for a couple of days. Get all your observation shit and load up. If you want to observe me you're doing it on the fly. "
I stood up and turned to where I thought the door was so I could storm out. As soon as I realized I didn't know where the door was, nor how to get anywhere on my own I sank dejectedly back into the chair and dropped my head into my hands." I am so fucked." I lamented.
In a flash I had four arms around me and two heads on my shoulders.
"Are you going to cut this thing out of my head?"
"I can't until I know more. You aren't an engine, I can't just pull you apart looking for what's wrong then slap you back together. No harm no foul. It doesn't work that way. I don't know that you are dying, but I will do everything in my power to keep you alive. But you need to make sure your family is taken care of. Just in case you're right."
"Yeah. Scottie, open my phone and find Jimbo in the contacts. Call him please."
Two rings and "Neal, what's going on brother, you ok?"
"No. I'm not. I need your help and I require your discretion."
"Oh shit."
"Yeah, oh shit. Do you have my back or not?"
"I got you. What do you need? I assume since you called me instead of Gennie it's professional."
"It is, and it isn't. Are you the best money guy in town? If not can you get me to him?"
"The best money guy I know. The one I would use if I wasn't me, has got to be Nora Pierce. She's probably in the top 5 in the state. I know number 2, but he's a complete piece of shit. But the difference in number 2 and number 5 is like the difference in times between medalists in the Olympics. Two hundredths of a second can separate gold from bronze. She's good, and she's a decent person."
"Fine, can you set me up? Call in a favor if you have to. I would use you if we weren't family, Hoss, but we both know, since we are it's a bad idea. I'll make it worth your while. It needs to be ASAP. As in yesterday."
I went into my reasons why. I laid it all out there. Then told him not to say a word to Gen. I needed to tell her face to face.
Then I called Phil. I told him I needed time off for medical reasons and to expect a call from Miss Pierce in the next few days.
I had my tag team chauffeurs take me to San Francisco where Miss Pierce had her offices. I was trying to think about everything I needed to accomplish.
"Stace, sweetheart, I'm going to be using my curse here for the next day or so intermittently. Then I promise I will back off. Hang with me. I have to protect my family's future."
"Ok, I get it but we still don't know what's going on. You may be doing more damage."
"I'm going on the assumption that I will be dead this time next week. And this is shit I should have handled already. So bear with me. Even if I survive this and live another 30 years this needs to be taken care of."
Jim was good as his word. I don't know how he did it but he got me a same day appointment with this gal. My entourage walked me into her office just after lunch and introductions were made.
I extended my hand. "Thank you for seeing me, Miss Pierce, you come highly recommended from a man I trust implicitly. I'm Neal Rapali, and this is my lawyer, Miss McMillan, and her sister, my doctor, Dr. McMillan.
Please read nothing into the lawyer part of this as adversarial. I'll explain it all shortly.
