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When Hank and I went into the bedroom, he closed the door, grabbed me and strong-armed me to the bed, spread my cheeks and dived in with his tongue. I was laughing at first, but the feel of his tongue in my ass really started to turn me on. I began moaning and begging him to fuck me. He stopped, "No, I don't think I will." "You were such an asshole out there, besides you taste a little funky, I think you need a shower and ass cleansing first." I reached up, kissed him, then said, "Yep! I definitely need an ass cleaning."
But first, I had to brush my teeth and gargle. That somewhat earthy taste was not good. I don't think it was shit, but it definitely was some ass juices that were as Hank said, "Funky!" We got into the shower, soaped up really well, Hank ramming soapy fingers up my ass, then using the handheld, gave me a enema. I had to jump out to the toilet, immediately purging a huge load. Back into the shower for more soap and water until I was clear. I did the same to Hank.
Hank slid his dick up my now gaping hole and began slowly massaging my insides. I yelled, "Babe, I am not going to last long, ahhhhh!" I unloaded stream after stream of thick, white cream. I took a bit of cum in my hand and fed it to Hank, then kissed him passionately, sharing my seed. The kiss and Hank fondling my still hard cock, brought me to the edge again.
I stopped, turned him around, spread his cheeks and shoved my dick all the way in. Hank groaned, then began to push back and forth with my strokes. Standing up is not my favorite position, but at this point I did not care, I wanted to cum again inside him and I wanted him to cum, too. Rarely does it happen at the same time, but today it did. I was sorry it had ended, did not want to do anything but get in our bed to continue our love making. Oh Hell, this was pure ass fucking, not love making, but I did not care, it felt great.
We got out, dried each other off and began to dress. I pulled Hank into a bear hug. "Hank, I have never loved anyone like I love you, you are my life and I would be destroyed if you left me." "I hate being so dependent on someone, I have always been self sufficient, but you, my gorgeous little man, have me at your mercy." "Ditto!" he said. "How romantic?ditto!" I said. "I am a man of few words, it means just as much and is just as sincere, I love you Mike."
Freshly fucked, freshly showered and dressed, we came into the living room to a round of applause. I took a bow as did Hank. "And you say I am loud." Lukas said. "Man, I bet your neighbors heard you, we all sure did." Changing the subject, I asked if they had discussed what our game plan is going to be.
Jordy said he had to get started sorting out his files, etc. and make calls to cancel appointments for the next week or so. Sam said he was going to find the incorporation papers and start looking for a loophole. Jon, Lukas and Hank said they were going to help Jordy. I guess that left me to deal with Roberta. I said, "I am going to go to the jail and see what the charges are." "Surely, she has calmed down by now."
"You need to print the pictures you took of Jordy's ass to use as leverage to get Jordy away from her." Sam said. "Maybe I should go, she hates me and will not try to manipulate me." I said I did not think that was a good idea. "She does likes me and I think she trusts me." "Sam, I can be as viscous as you are at times, it just takes more effort to push my buttons, and believe me she has pushed me to DEFCON1."
The younger guys looked at me like I was crazy. "War Games!" "Have you not seen that movie?" The all said no. "DEFCON ! is the final stage of readiness before launching a nuclear strike at an enemy." They all still looked puzzled."I think I have the video, may be VHS, but we can still watch it, good movie." "Any way, I think I can handle her."
We had a light breakfast then departed to our various destinations. I was dreading going to the jail, but I steeled myself, armed with recordings of her rants and raves and pictures of Jordy's ass. When I went inside, I introduced myself as Roberta Coe's attorney and asked to see her. The desk sergeant said she had been transported to the local hospital in four point restraints, was in a private room in the psych ward, heavily sedated, basically a padded cell.
I asked why I was not contacted when she was transferred. The desk sergeant said she was so out of control, she could not or would not give them any information. All she kept screaming was that she was going to kill that mother fucking bastard. "There was a lot more she screamed, but who knows what is real and what is not." he said. "Can you elaborate?" I asked. "I have already said too much, you need to speak with our captain."
The captain came out, we introduced ourselves, then he took me into his office. "First, let me ask you something, is your client on drugs?" he asked. I told him I was not aware of any drug use. "Well, her violent reactions made me think that perhaps she might be." He went on to say her behavior was dangerous to both she and the police personnel. "We had no choice but to transport her to the psych unit, where she could be sedated and watched closely."
"She was screaming about killing someone if he ever told." the captain said. "Do you have any idea what she was talking about?" I answered that I had an idea. "I just learned yesterday that she has been physically abusing her son since he was around 12 years old." "Her son, Jordan Coe, is my client, I represent his business, fashion photography." "It was his studio she wrecked last night." "She works there as a receptionist, however, I think she may be a co-owner, but am not sure."
I ask if the hospital would allow me to see her. He said he would call his deputy to arrange it. "You be careful, she is mentally unstable and may try to hurt you." "As out of control as she was last night, I would not go into the room with her, there is a glass partition that you can talk through." I told the captain I was heading that way, I would check back with him later. He said there were multiple charges against her and he suspected a judge would order her confined at a mental health facility. I thanked him for his time and left.
I phoned Sam to let him know what had happened. Sam told me he had found where the incorporation papers were, in a safety deposit box, Jordy has the key. "I am going over there with Jordy in a few minutes." I asked about Jordy. "He is doing as well as can be expected." "We were alone while the boys were working in the file room and he really opened up about that bitch." Are you sitting down?" "Not only has she been beating his ass, she fucks him with a strap-on and makes him fuck her with it, too."
"She wanted him to fuck her with his dick, but he could never get a hard on, so he used the strap on." "No wonder the little shit is so fucked up!" Sam said with a choking voice. "I think we need to get him in to therapy, he needs it, badly." I agreed. "Does Jon know any of this?" I asked. Sam said he did not and Jordy made him swear he would not tell him. "I told him he had to find the courage to tell him, that Jon was the one person in the world who would understand and love him, unconditionally."
"He grabbed me and cried into my shoulder, sobbing so hard his body was shaking." "You need to find me therapist, too, I actually wrapped my arms around him and kissed his head." "Me, the one who hates or hated him the most, kissed the mother fucker! " "I am fucking losing it, Mike." I told him he was not losing it, he was actually starting to forgive him, the compassionate person inside him was surfacing. "You are an amazing man, Sam Burton." "I will call you after I visit with Roberta."
My thoughts were racing, so much I missed my exit. Crap, the next exit was 10 minutes away. I was trying to sort things out, what was I going to say to Roberta, was she going to be calm or wild, what a mess! I needed to hear Hank's voice, so I called him. It seemed like a heavy burden was lifted when he answered. I told him what was going on with Roberta and asked how the clean up was going.
"Hey, it is going well, all of us are working hard sorting through the mess, I don't think it will take more that 2-3 days, before the place is ready for business." "The question is, will Jordy be ready?" "Mike, he is a broken man, even Jon has trouble getting him to focus." He told me what I already knew about Sam and Jordy going to the bank to open the safety deposit box. I did not relate any of the conversation I had with Sam.
I said goodbye then decided I should call Bryan, when I took the next exit. I pulled into a strip mall, got a Latte, the called Bryan. He was a little stunned about the developing story. I told him to put everything on hold for now, until we knew all details. He asked me if he should call HSC? "Yes, thank you, tell them we will get back to them asap, but don't tell them details, still use Hank's 'illness' as an excuse." "Got it covered!" he answered. "Talk to you later."
Finally, after taking the correct exit, I arrived at the hospital. I sat there for a few minutes, gathered my courage, then went in. I spoke to the security guard at the front desk, told him my business and waited for someone to escort me to the locked down unit. Shortly, a nurse came, introduced herself, Nan, told me she was the Nurse Manager of the Psych Unit. She took me to her office to bring me up to date on Roberta. First she asked me if I was Roberta's power of attorney. I said I was and would have my office fax a copy to her. No need to violate HIPPA.
"Roberta has had a complete mental breakdown." "We have made several attempts to reduce the medication that keeps her calm, but have not been successful." Nan said. I asked if she was coherent and if I could see her. "I think she is alert enough to see you, I am not sure she will recognize you or acknowledge you, but we can try." "You will have to have a psych tech with you at all times in case she gets violent." I asked about a drug tox screening. Nan said her labs were not back yet, but she would let me know. I gave her my card.
She made a call and soon this enormous man came in her office. "This is Duke, the psych tech that will escort you." Duke was about 6' 5" tall, arms as big as my thighs and a bone crushing grip when he shook my hand. I expected a gruff, frightening voice, but was pleasantly surprised, his voice was soft and kind. "Come with me," he said, "she is relatively calm right now."
He punched in a code to the lock down and we went in. I was horrified to see her restrained and looking so disheveled. I walked to her bedside, called her name, and touched her hand. She opened her eyes, looked at me a minute, trying to focus, then said, "Mike, get me out of here, please." I told her I was trying my best. "Roberta, how did all this start, what set you off on this rampage?" She started to get a little agitated, "I don't remember much, but I know that worthless piece of shit, Jordan, set me off and I beat his ass."
At this point she was becoming very irrational, screaming about all the things she had done for him and he was an ungrateful son of a bitch. I took her hand, calmly spoke to her, "Roberta, let' s not talk about Jordan, let's talk about you and what I can do for you." "Oh, Mike, you are my only friend, please help me." she said, then started crying. I told her I had to go, that I would be back and to please focus on getting better and staying calm.
I left the unit. Nan called me back in to her office. "Got the POA your office faxed." "Lab results are back, no drugs on board, in fact all labs are normal except her electrolytes are low." We will start replacement therapy immediately, IV." she said. I asked if this might be the cause of her behavior. "Possibly, but not likely; low sodium can cause mental issues, but her levels were not that low."
"What is the plan for her?" I asked. "A total mental work up and if determined necessary, placement in a mental hospital." Nan replied. "I suspect that will be the recommendation to the court when she is arraigned." "Can the restraints be removed?" I asked. She said they would try, however, she did not think she would leave the IV access in. "In that case she will have to remain restrained, it is a touchy situation and we have strict guidelines." "She has to be released periodically, which we have done and she failed each attempt to leave them off."
I thanked her and left with instructions to call me if anything new developed. I noticed I had a missed call and voice message from Sam. I returned his call. "Mike, Roberta has full control over the business, however, there is nothing to prevent Jordy from leaving." "The downside is that all his equipment is hers, with a few exceptions, things he purchased for his own personal use, not for the business."
I related what I had found out and what I had seen. "Sam, I think Jordy will be able to have her declared mentally incompetent and assume control over all her holdings, etc." "All we have to do is wait for the results of her psych evaluation and the hardest job of all, convincing Jordy to do it." "We need to talk to him and to Jon." Next, I told him about my conversation with Bryan. We agreed to talk later.
All this legal wrangling had made me tired, so I headed home. I would call the others later, but for now, I just wanted to lay down on my bed and sleep. This has been an exhausting 2 days. I slept hard. When I awakened, it was dark and I had a naked man in my bed. I looked at the clock, it was 7pm. I slipped out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a piss, came back to find my beautiful Hank, awake and waiting for me. I fell into his arms, showering him with kisses.
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