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Jack
Isaac stood up and left the table. Ricky, Jason and I were speechless, but I was the guilty one. It was the first time I ever yelled at anybody and most of all, it was yelling at someone I deeply loved. It was also the first time ever we had an argument and we didn't talked it out. Isaac said what he had to say and left the table. It was the first time I saw Isaac cry and we were the cause of his tears. That broke my heart. It touched me so deep because he had to do such efforts to get all the words out of his mouth. My shouting had taken me less than a few minutes, but Isaac had to do an immense effort of about half an hour to just answer me. It was also the first time that my best intentions were called a way to hell.
I crossed my arms on the table and laid my head on it, closing my eyes. I hadn't seen it coming! I thought we were doing the right things and, in fact, we were undermining him, his pride, his self-esteem and his efforts to go back to a normal life. It had been good to give him positive energy in the hospital, but what was the use if, once he was at home, we destroyed him? We protected him and yes, overprotected him and by that, hurting him. He was so right when he said we handled him like a child. He had been gone and we almost lost him, but now we were chasing him away from us.
We considered him the weak link in our chain and he wasn't. He was actually the strongest one of us all, coming out of a terrible experience, keeping us together although he was in a coma. It was, unconsciously, his doing that we met Angelica and kept positive. It was thank to him that our bond became even stronger, but we forgot to include him in that bond. It was thanks to him that we realized our lives were more important than our jobs and other futile details we gave too much importance to.
And, what did we do? We almost buried him alive. I felt guilty like I had never done before. The worst was that I didn't even had the decency to immediately apologize. I kept silent and Ricky and Jason as well. Guilt was overwhelming us. It hurt deep inside. It hurt even more that we did all the things he mentioned with the best intention, without seeing his point of view... not even once. We had acted like perfect egoists, thinking about our poor selves. We didn't want to go through the whole process of hospital and visits and seeing only slow progress. We didn't think about what HE was going through. I felt such a shame for my behavior. How on earth was I going to make it up for Isaac?
For once in a difficult situation, Ricky, Jason and I didn't even think about getting closer to each other and hug or have any kind of physical contact and let our energies mingle. I lifted my head and looked at them.
-We messed up, didn't we?
-It looks like that, yes, said Ricky. Trying to do the best we could, we did the worst. We have no excuses. We reached the edge of a very deep ravine and I just hope nobody already fell over the edge. I never thought I would ever hurt Isaac like I did.
-Yes, said Jason, I know what you mean. We always said our relationship was based on Love, Trust and Respect and we shattered two of the three pillars to pieces. Since he is back home, we haven't shown him any Trust and even less Respect. Just saying sorry to him won't be enough.
Before Isaac's brain stroke, we never doubted in anyway about him. Why had we done it at the worst possible moment, when he needed us to trust him and show him we believed in him? He had survived a terrible test of life and we just assumed he got out of it weaker than before, where, on the contrary, he came out stronger than ever. He had dared Destiny, saying he was not ready to leave this world, that he still had a lot of things he wanted to do. Who were we to keep him off of that?
On top of that we were doing another big mistake. All three of us kept sitting at our place, without saying a word, trying to assimilate what Isaac had said and deep in thought about what we had done. Wasn't it the moment to open up to each other and say what was going on in our minds? Did we really think we could find a solution each on our own? I thought it would be better to talk openly about it as we had all made the same mistake, except for the yelling I alone had done. We never had had any problem that we couldn't talk about. Why was it we kept silent? It was urgent we made a self-examination and I mentioned it. What I really thought we should do, was to do it aloud. Jason started.
-I don't want to lessen the mistakes we made. The only explanation about them was that we made them totally unaware that we were making them. We were assuming instead of knowing. We were so self-absorbed that we didn't even think to ask questions. Instead of taking over whatever Isaac was doing, we should have asked him if he wanted any help. No, we just assumed he was not capable of doing it. OUR self-esteem was very high and the higher it got, the more we brought Isaac's self-esteem down. I guess... no, let me change that... I know we have to be more humble. Isaac has problems to walk and to speak but that's all. The doctor didn't mention anything else, did he? All his other capacities are intact, but we all put them down to talk and walk.
-You are absolutely right, said Ricky, we assumed ... without really knowing. It is not because we all three did it that it becomes ok to do it. This is the first error we have to correct, immediately. If tomorrow we assume anything at all, we have to be honest enough to question ourselves and ask the right question to the right person if necessary. I think that all that positive energy Angelica taught us has to be used in that aspect. If we think about something and we are a hundred percent sure of it, we do it. If we are ONLY sure for ninety-nine percent, we have to be humble enough to ask. It is better to receive a confirmation about what we think than to make yet another mistake.
These two guys were twenty years younger than I was, but certainly didn't lack in intelligence or healthy reasoning.
-Ok, I said. Do we assume or are we 100% sure that Isaac's only limitations are speech and walking? Or do you prefer to confirm it once again with the doctor at the hospital Ricky?
-I am only a nurse Jack and I will ask the doctor tomorrow morning as soon as I see him. I can assure you I won't take anything for granted anymore, not now nor ever! We have a man we all deeply love and we don't want him to leave us. If I was in his situation I would seriously think about it to leave as I wouldn't feel neither Trust nor Respect. What would be the point to stay?
That was another bomb exploding in my face as Ricky was right. Being in Isaac's situation and being honest with myself, I would probably leave as well. Did we really let, by pure ignorance, a problem escalade to a point there wouldn't be any solution? My God... what had we done? We had to talk to Isaac as soon as possible. I went to the bedroom to see if Isaac was asleep or just munching over what had happen. I softly opened the bedroom door and heard his soft snoring. It was not a good idea to wake him up to talk. If he was sleeping, it could wait till morning.
I went to the fridge and found some left-overs from our last meal and put it in the micro-wave so we could have something decent as a dinner. I put plates and cutlery on the table and went for the food when it was warm. Jason looked at it.
-I think that we should say to Charlotte that we thank her from the bottom of our hearts, but that from now on, we'll manage for the meals. And secondly... Do you guys think Isaac would ever had dressed the table like it is now? Without putting a tablecloth or napkins? No, he wouldn't and nonetheless that is what we have done since he is back home. Is that the way to show him respect when he has always dressed the table properly and served excellent meals? I don't think so! Charlotte's cooking is good, but what we have on the table now is just a microwave heated dish. Isaac would have made the left-overs better, improved them in a way he only knows how and since he is home, we served him bachelor's heated meals, while we prohibited him to do anything in the kitchen. We are insane!
The more we analyzed everything that had happened in this house since Isaac was back, the more we got ashamed of ourselves. We ate and had to admit that Isaac's cooking was totally different from Charlotte's. Her cooking was definitely not made to be heated up in the microwave. After cleaning up, Ricky said he would take a shower and go to bed. Jason and I stayed at the terrace table with a last drink in our hands. We looked over our work programs to see who would be free of duty the next day as we urgently had to go to the supermarket. That had always been Isaac's job, but as he had said himself, he wasn't confident enough to drive the car yet. Plus, it would be the first time he would go to the supermarket and an extra hand wouldn't be a luxury, although we had to ask him first.
Jason as well went for a shower and lay down. I stayed alone, looking at the stars and over-thinking all that had gone through my mind and my heart. I had taken for granted the happiness we had and I was wrong. I had forgotten the pillars of your relationship and received more than one slap in my face in one day. It was a serious wake-up call. Ricky had mentioned that in a similar situation, he would have left. I couldn't and wouldn't even dare to imagine Isaac going away, or throwing us out as it was his house. I also realized we didn't have to change, we just had to go back to where and what we were before Isaac's stroke. We didn't have to learn anything as we had always been that way. The stroke changed things and we had to get back to what they were before, nothing else. Isaac was old and wise enough to ask for help if he needed it. He had always done it. Why would it change?
I switched off the lights and secured the house. In the bedroom, thanks to moonshine, I saw my three lovers peacefully sleeping. It filled my heart to see them spooned together. It made me see how lucky I was to have them. My inner feelings overwhelmed me and a single tear rolled over my cheek. It was a happy tear. I went for my shower and then slipped between the sheets, spooning Isaac. In a semi conscious act, he took my hand and pressed it to his heart. I slept like a baby.
Ricky
I was woken by a hard cock poking at my ass. Isaac was clearly awake and horny. I relaxed my muscles and felt him slowly entering me. He could be so soft when he did that and I always enjoyed it immensely. I even pushed back with my hips a little as to feel him deeper in me. Of course, I had Jason in front of me and even if he was still asleep I grabbed his manhood and stroked it slowly. Jason maybe in the deepest sleep possible, if you touched his dick it would come to life. It was wonderful to feel it grow in my hand. Isaac had not to speak or walk to make love to me and his genitals were working perfectly. There was no doubt about it. His hips moved slowly at first but the heat of my ass got to him and he increased the speed and the strength of his thrusts. While going in and out of me, he pinched my nipples and kissed my neck and earlobes. With that I was suddenly hundred percent awake. My hard-on was nestled in Jason's crack and he woke as well, opening his buttocks with his hands so as to tell me he wanted me in him. I was not going to refuse such a sweet invitation. Laying in between of Isaac and Jason, I knew it was up to me to do the movements. When entering Jason, Isaac's cock almost slipped out of my ass and so I reversed my movements. We were in the perfect position to enjoy it. Jack couldn't go on sleeping with the activity in our bed and I could only imagine his hard dick entering Isaac. Is it that what people call a love-train? If it was, this was a mighty steam train and the heat was pushing us further and further. Jack felt my movements and synchronized his with me. There was no hurry at all but the speed of your movements increased anyway. Making love like that, just barely awake, had something special that we had always loved. It never took us much time to spurt our loads, but these loads were so good to feel and... they were coming. With us it was always a kind of chain reaction. Once the first ejaculated, the other three followed very soon. It was incredible how our orgasms gave us energy for the rest of the day. Jack jumped out of bed and went in the shower. Isaac got up as well and went to the kitchen. Jason and I enjoyed a few minutes more in the afterglow of sexual height. Jack came out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist. Jason and I shared the shower to save some water, at least that what we said laughing.
For the first time in a long time, we had one of Isaac's breakfasts. He used the same machine to make coffee and nonetheless it tasted different. We thought scrambled eggs were just scrambled eggs, but Isaac must have had a secret as they tasted better. The right cooking time for beacon was also a secret Isaac never shared with us. We didn't ask him, we let him prepare it. We had to dress to go to work and before leaving the house, we hugged and kissed Isaac, whispering a well meant sorry in his ear. He just smiled at us as if there was nothing to say sorry about, but we knew he appreciated it and that we would probably have a more in depth conversation at the appropriate time. We had not even reached the main road that Isaac was busy cleaning up things, changing the sheets on the bed and put the washer on. He admitted later that he could do everything he did before the stroke, but that he was still a little slower than before.
I reached the hospital and put my uniform on. When I came into ER, there was a note for me to go to HR. My boss didn't look very happy, but said I couldn't wait to go. So I went. I was told to wait outside the chief's office till he called me. When he did, I went in and was asked to sit down.
-Ricky, we need a chief nurse for one department and you have been recommended. Would you like such a job?
A chief nurse? My God... I never expected such a promotion so early.
-I am flattered and honored, but... I guess other people work here longer than I do and certainly deserve that job before I do...
-May be... but you have been more than recommended. Actually there is one doctor who specifically asked for you for that job.
I was highly surprised. I knew my boss was happy with my work, or at least that was what he had commented several times, but I didn't see a happy face when I left the ER to come to HR.
-Can I ask for which department it is?
-Of course Ricky, it would be, if you are interested, for ICU.
Wow! That came as an unexpected news. Dr.Thomas, the responsible doctor of ICU that I had met several times during Isaac's stay there, was a nice man and known as a very good doctor and it would be great to work with him. But who recommended me? So I asked.
-It is Dr.Thomas who recommended you and asked for you to have the job.
I was falling from one surprise into the next.
-Listen Ricky, today is Thursday. I would need your definite answer at the very last on Monday. Here you have the type of schedule that you would have and the total job-description. You'll find at the bottom of the page the salary that is current for that position. Think about it and let me know. If your answer is positive you would start there on the first of next month, that means in a bit less than two weeks. If you are off work, and I suppose you are from today midday, you can also send me an e-mail with your answer. If you prefer to stay where you are in ER, nobody will hold it against you, but don't forget that such opportunities don't come by that often. Have a good day!
With that he made me understand the interview was over.
Before going back to ER, I went to ICU to see if Dr.Thomas was available. He was and greeted me as if I was an old friend. His first question was of course about Isaac and I was glad, because I wanted to talk about him anyway. I explained the almost miraculous recuperation of Isaac, but also the total burst out of the day before.
-Ricky, you have to know that Isaac was under very heavy sedation quite some time. Officially there are no side effects with that medication, but we noticed similar things like you are describing. The provider of the medication denies it a hundred percent, but we are not stupid and know that someone who receives that type of drug during quite some time, have sometimes `aggressive' reactions in their daily life afterwards. That side effect disappear with time, but of course we have none clinical proof of that. I can only speak of my experience. If you tell he has never been aggressive before, there are a lot of chances it is indeed due to the medication. If that side effect persists, I would advise you to tell Isaac to come and see me. We'll then see what we can do for him. Maybe Angelica can be of better help.
-I also wanted to ask you if it is hundred percent sure the brain bleeding, at the end, affected only his speech and walk.
-You know we can only base that on our knowledge, experience and the MRI. The MRI indicates the affected areas of his brain. Our knowledge and experience seem to believe what the MRI tells us. We can never be a 100% sure about it, but seen the positive evolution and quick recovery of Isaac, I would say yes, it is only speech and walking that have been affected and that will take time to heal in a satisfactory way.
I was so grateful to receive that information and would certainly talk about it with my three lovers.
-But Ricky, what about the promotion you surely heard about already?
-Yes, indeed, I just come from HR. I am flattered and honored Dr.Thomas, but... why me?
-Don't underestimate yourself Ricky. I have seen you while visiting Isaac when he was here and I liked what I saw. I listened to your boss in ER and he could only tell me positive things about you and when I said I wanted you in my service, he was not really happy about it. He said they would miss you in ER. He just wished your replacement would be half as good as you are. And you asked me why I choose you?
He smiled broadly and tapped me on the shoulder.
-I hope your answer will be yes and that we will soon work closely together. I am looking forward to it. Now, if you will excuse me, I have quite a lot of work here and I guess that in ER it will be the same. Just put my private number into your phone Ricky as I guess you will need it.
I did as he said and then went back to ER. There was no time to discuss anything with anyone. We were submerged with an important traffic accident with several badly wounded people. A few colleagues looked at me from the corner of their eyes and so I knew the news had leaked although I had not given any answer yet. Everybody knew everything so fast in this hospital!
I waited till Jason and Jack were home to announce the news. They congratulated me heartily and I stopped them saying I had not given any answer yet.
-Why? Asked Jack.
-Because it is a very important decision Jack and I don't want to be impulsive with my answer. I want to think it over carefully. The wages are good and it is an increase to what I have a now. I would work almost the same hours a day, but four full days a week. As there is also some administrative work, I fall under these schedules. I would have only two night shifts a month, compensated with two free days as the night shift is a full twelve hours, from 8pm till 8am. The responsibilities are much more important as well... As the chief of HR said, such an opportunity will not come along every day!
Jason came up with his usual system of the white page divided in two columns with the pro's and the contra's. I thought he would, but before starting that I knew we had an important conversation pending: the events of the previous day. That was the enormous elephant in the room. Looking how everybody acted this morning before leaving for work, I thought that maybe we could leave it just like it was, but the side effects of the narcotics that Isaac had received for the artificial coma, had to be mentioned. I was persuaded we all had to know what they did and what they could do in the future, just so we would prepared.
Before dinner, while we had a cocktail, I mentioned as diplomatically as I could, that Jack's outburst was maybe normal, but not Isaac's. Isaac fortunately stayed calm. I explained them the information Dr.Thomas had given me. Isaac accepted it. I also said to Jack that he had to control his temper if he saw something he disliked. I felt like a fool, being the youngest one telling the oldest ones how to behave. Although at first I thought we could leave the complete conversation, it was impossible. It was less painful than what I thought it would be. We repeated aloud the apologies we said the same morning and Isaac accepted them without restriction. He apologized for the almost Shakespearian way of saying what had bothered him and he was glad he had been able to prepare breakfast and dinner was in the oven.
We toasted to what was hopefully a definite return to what everything was before the stroke.
Isaac
It seemed my words of the day before had an impact on my lovers and that they talked it over. This morning they didn't interfere when I prepared breakfast. No one gave me unwanted or unasked help. In the afternoon Jason came home a little early and said he would go with me to the supermarket. We went to the garage and he sat in the passenger's seat of my Clubman, indicating me he wanted ME to drive. It was a nice proof of trust. I tried not to show it, but I was a bit nervous to drive after such a long time, but managed well. When coming back home, he helped me unload the car, but that was something anyone would do, isn't it?
Ricky came home almost at the same time as Jack and he announced he got the possibility of a promotion, but that he hadn't accepted it yet. Listening to his explanations, it was sensible that he wanted to think it over. Jason's system to divide a white page in two with pro's and contra's, was an excellent idea.
What followed was evenly serious. The total outburst I had with Jack was, indeed, not normal for me. Up till then, when anybody would yell at me, I always got extremely calm, even if I was fuming of anger inside. For the very first time in my life I had answered anger with anger and I had been surprised by my own reaction. Ricky gave me a "medical" explanation. I had never heard of the side effects of medication used in hospitals. I didn't doubt Ricky's words and promised to control myself better in the future.
-It is not really self-control Isaac, he said. It is more a chemical reaction in your body. You are not even to blame for the way you acted as we know you are not like that in any way. What we have to do is first of all avoid provoking you to get angry. If we can't, I just hope you will accept at that moment what we will have to say. If you think it would be of any help, Dr.Thomas even suggested to talk to Angelica about it. As for you Jack, knowing there are still chemical products in Isaac's body, you should watch your words and the way you use them.
Jack was turning beat red, just like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Ok... ok... the door was open to talk about the events of the day before, although it was obvious that they had talked about it while I was asleep. The fact they let me prepare the breakfast was already an indication and confirmation. They had shown remorse after my little speech and even apologized. Was it necessary to speak about it again? I gathered all my energy to talk as normal as possible without taking too much time.
-You want to talk about it? Ok... although I don't see the use of it. What happened yesterday was the result of a nerve-racking three month that nobody asked or wished for. Jack and I lost our tempers, which was to expect after a frustration that affected us all. We know now that the medication they injected in my body can be at the origin of my behavior, and I am sorry, but can't do anything about it. You all know me long enough to know I never yell. Again, I am sorry. I just crave our old life, before my stroke. So, please, PLEASE let's get back to normal, forget about the stroke, forget about the yelling. The doctor confirmed that there are a lot of chances it is indeed ONLY speech and walk that are affected, so please... let me get back to what I was doing before and stop over-protecting me. My mind is still working fine and above all, my heart as well. I don't want this whole thing to get out of hand and put our relationship in danger...
That speech had exhausted me and I was not finished yet. As I saw that Jack wanted to say something, I lifted my hand as to make him understand I was not finished yet.
-Yesterday, before I fell asleep, I seriously thought I had to abandon our relationship because two of our three pillars were disappearing: Trust and Respect. We all know what that means. You did all you can with the best intentions and I can tell you I appreciated it to a certain point, till it became too much. It was like we know a plant needs water, but if we overdo it, the plant dies. That's exactly what was happening. I suggest we clean the blackboard and start it all over again, learning from the mistakes we made.
I wanted but couldn't go on... I was on the verge of crying again, thinking about what could have happened: losing the loves of my life. I was confident that everything was returning to normal from now on and even saw some signs during the day. Jack, who was about to say something earlier, kept silent but came over to me and hugged me with an unusual strength and I could feel his sincere remorse. Ricky and Jason followed his example and at the end it was a great and comforting group hug, filled with love and mutual compassion. It was one of the first times I didn't feel any satisfaction in being right.
When we looked at each other after that hug, I could see that Ricky was crying.
-Why are you crying my loved one? I asked.
Between sobs and sniffing his nose and trying to clean his cheeks, he stuttered his answer.
-I feel so guilty for what I did, but at the same time so afraid that I almost lost what is the most valuable for me: you three. I feel stupid because I am a grown-up man crying like a child. You mean so much to me! Yesterday I felt so bad because of all that happened and I was part of it. I can't forgive myself for what I did and thought that maybe you would indeed leave us. That scared the hell out of me!
I wanted to answer him and reassure him, but I had already overdone it with my speaking abilities. Jason saw that immediately.
-Ricky, nobody is leaving. We are in a relationship and not only for the good things. We stick together for the bad things as well. Yesterday was not a good day, but we are here today, able to talk about it and we even have to thank you! Thank you for bringing up the subject, killing the elephant in the room. If you hadn't done it, we would keep it inside of us and as it is a negative energy, it would have destroyed us. So, don't cry and don't feel guilty because you did the right thing. The disagreement you witnessed yesterday was a first for you, but believe it or not, it was a first for everybody! I have never seen Jack yell at anybody and never seen Isaac answering anger with anger. But it was a good thing it happened. Now it is all out in the open and talked about.
-Jason is right Ricky, said Jack. It is not my thing to yell at people and certainly not at someone I love as I love Isaac. It was just a reaction of over-protectiveness and expressed the wrong way, but with the best intention. I was so worried something could happen to Isaac while he was in the pool. I didn't even see the fact he was at the shallow end and very close to the edge. He was being cautious, but I didn't see it. I only saw a disastrous scenario resulting of a stupid question I had in my head: "What if..."
I had to smile. That "What if..." question had once again showed its horrible face, but Jack was conscious of it and admitted it. Yes, we were back on track and being ourselves again. I couldn't be happier. We hugged again and I knew Angelica's lessons were in our hearts and minds. Being positive could only help the most impossible situations. Ours was not desperate, but a crisis nonetheless... with a happy ending. Or was it a happy new beginning?
I left my lovers on the terrace and went inside to prepare their favorite cocktail that was watermelon-based (but with an extra shot of Vodka). We toasted with glasses and with kisses. When Jack tried to introduce his tongue in my mouth, I stopped him.
-There is a dinner to prepare!
And with that I left them once again. Cooking, for me, was a relaxing moment. I remembered there was a French chef who said that preparing and serving a meal to someone, is a proof of love. I couldn't disagree with him. It had no importance if I prepared a simple salad or a complicated dish. I did it because I knew my lovers liked my cooking and the personal touch I gave to it. Sometimes I could enjoy it so much to see them eat. It was during that meal that I heard that Charlotte was a good cook, but...
When I woke up the next day, Ricky was not in bed. That was strange and so I got up and went to look for him. He was sitting at the kitchen island and apparently absorbed in reading something. I kissed him in the neck and hugged him, while looking over his shoulder. He was filling in the columns of pro and contra on a paper. He had already prepared some coffee and told me he already emptied two mugs. That meant he had gotten up early and so have the necessary quiet around him to think about the new job the hospital had suggested.
-Can I read the list aloud so that you can give me your opinion? Ricky asked.
Of course I agreed to listen. All what he had written down up till that moment, were rational elements, from the first to the last: work-schedules, wages, days of work and so on. There were even a few professional terms that I didn't even understand and had to ask some explanations. I asked him if he thought he was finished and he said yes. It suddenly struck me that in all his pro's and contra's there was not one emotional element. I advised him to turn the paper and start his filling in again, but only with emotional things.
-What do emotional things have to do with work?
-A lot more than you think Ricky, I said. The first question you can ask yourself is to know if that new job will be to your liking? Will you love it the same way you love what you do now? How will you react emotionally towards your patients and their relatives? Do you understand what I mean?
He nodded and started writing again till Jack and Jason came out of the bedroom. They were already dressed for work, but Ricky had his day off and could continue later. Breakfast being the most important meal of the day, I saw to it that my men had all the nutritive elements required for a day's work. The good old days that they came home for lunch, were long forgotten. Our lovemaking at midday as well was forgotten, but I was happy Ricky would be home. I wouldn't have to be sex-starved.
Jason
The clients I had to pick-up at the harbor was, strangely enough, a guy alone. I estimated him to be around fifty. He was nice-looking and his clothes were expensive, I could see that. As soon as he was seated in the back of the car, he started to talk non-stop. I couldn't say a word. It was impossible for me to give my usual explanations about the island and the things we saw through the widows. Most of the time he was asking questions but didn't give me the time to answer.
At the start he talked about how the cruise as going, how boring it could be and that he had lived more adventures in his house that on that cruise. I found his subject of conversation a bit strange, but it was harmless. When he started to give more details of what he did at home, I sensed he had booked this excursion for totally different reasons than to explore the island. That guy was out to find some excitement along the way and it soon was clear that he was looking for something sexual. I didn't like it how things were going. When he asked me to stop because he had to go to the bathroom, I did so in the first hamlet we crossed. He asked me if I was going to help him or what? I smiled and politely declined his request. While he was in the bathroom, I texted Christian, warning him what was happening and that I felt really uncomfortable with that guy. I received an immediate answer.
"If he goes too far, take him back to the harbor straight away and tell me you do. I'll be there and take care of him."
It felt so good to know Christian was covering my back. I prepared a single text, but without pushing the send-button. "Going back to the harbor" In case that guy was not behaving, I would just have to push the button and take a shortcut as to be at the harbor in no time. I just crossed my fingers that I wouldn't have to send that message.
As the guy came back from the toilet, he showed his intention to sit in the front passenger seat. I told him that company policy didn't allow it and neither did the insurance company. He didn't look happy at all but complied anyway. It was obvious he had some plans with me, but I wouldn't allow it, of course. Once back on the road, he started to make quite some compliments towards me. He said I was professional and a good driver, that I was kind of cute, that he wouldn't mind sitting in the front to have a better look at me and so on and so on...
-You are smartly dressed as well, he said, but I would prefer you to be naked.
That was bold. I tried to tell him that it was something that would not happen.
-I think I paid enough to receive what I want, he said.
-I think that your money gives you the right to have the excursion around the island, but nothing more. It would be very kind of you if you dropped that subject right now.
But he didn't and he was getting on my nerves.
-You don't know what you are losing my friend. First of all you just wasted the opportunity to get a very nice tip at the end of the day. Secondly you will miss the best sex you have ever had in your life.
I couldn't believe my ears. I had about five more miles to drive before reaching a road that would bring us back to the harbor in a very short time. Although the guy was quite attractive, his attitude was giving me nauseas. That didn't seem to bother him.
-First of all, I would feed you a gorgeous cock that you will love to have in your mouth. I will fuck your mouth so good that you will never forget it! You will have to wet my cock well so it will slip between your buttocks real easy and I will fuck your ass really well and deep. You will love it.
Meanwhile he sat on the edge of his seat and had his face close to my neck and ears. I was totally disgusted. I indicated that he couldn't take off his seatbelt, but once again he didn't care. I warned him that if he didn't put his seatbelt back on properly, I would have to stop the excursion right there and then. He laughed at me and said I didn't want to loose my job and that if I stopped the excursion, he would talk to my boss and that it would be his word against mine. I smiled for myself.
He tried to caress my chest from where he was. Once again, I politely took his hand away from me, making him clearly understand his behavior was not appropriate. He went on without listening to me.
Instead of going straight on, I turned left, taking the shortcut to the harbor and pushed the send button on my cellphone. I took the curves in the road at a higher speed than normal, to bring the guy out of balance and I succeeded. He started to insult me. I didn't care. He didn't realize we were going back to the harbor till we were only a mile away from it. Arriving at the parking, I saw Christian's car and stopped just next to it. Christian had done his job well and the guy who sold the excursion onboard the cruise ship was standing next to him. Christian opened the backdoor and invited the client to step down.
-This driver is rude and totally unprofessional, the guy yelled. I want to see his boss and make a complaint.
-I am his boss, Christian said, and I know he is one of the most professional drivers I have ever known. It is not because you didn't succeed in an attempt to take advantage of him, that your judgement has to be what it is now. My colleague here will give you back the money you paid, although you don't deserve it. You may be wealthy and afford what you want, but first of all you need to learn some respect. I would say you are so poor in life that the only thing that's left for you is your money.
The guy was flabbergasted. He surely didn't expect the answer he got. The foul language that came out of the client was incredible. The sales guy of the excursions was getting it on his nerves and took his cellphone to call. It took only a few minutes to have the captain coming down and join our little group. Christian greeted him professionally. I greeted him more friendly as I recognized him from the cruise we had done several years ago. He took me apart and first asked about Jack and Isaac. Then he asked me what had happened and I told him in detail. He took his walkie-talkie and gave some instructions. We rejoined the sales gay and Christian. The client was fuming and his total lack of education, respect and politeness were obvious. When he started to insult the captain as well, the captain talked in his walkie-talkie again and just said: "GO!". From then on we all went quiet and the client went on with his less than appropriate language. It took the personnel of the ship less than fifteen minutes to come off board with the client's suitcases. The captain explained.
-From now on Mister, you are on your own. You are not welcome onboard anymore. It is more, you just put yourself on the blacklist of the company. We can only advise you to take a taxi, if any of them wants to take you in their car, and go to the airport to go back home. Have a good day Sir!
The captain had succeeded in something we hadn't: the guy shut up, took his bags and disappeared. It was only then that the sales guy realized he hadn't given back the money of the excursion. He wanted to give it to us for all the inconveniences, but we politely refused. We would consider it as a normal sales without giving it further more attention. We said our goodbyes, got in our cars and drove away. Just outside the center of town, Christian made a sign to me and we parked the cars and entered a small cafeteria and ordered coffees.
-I think Jason that we have learned a lesson today, Christian said. It was good you had the time to send me a message, but what would have happened if you didn't have that opportunity?
-I would probably have handled it, but surely not as well as you have. After all, you are the boss of the company and you know what you can and what you can't do.
-Exactly! I guess that the lesson we learned is that we never know who is getting in our cars. Let's hope this situation never happens again, but if it does, we should be prepared in a more efficient way. We will have to contact the BMW dealership and the cellphone company to see if there is a possibility to have a kind of panic-button in the cars. I don't know... like a sequence of pushing buttons on the steering wheel that would send a signal to my cell phone. A signal that would give me the exact location of where you are or what kind of road you are following, connected to the GPS of the car. It would have to be a sequence that you can't push by accident. We'll have to look into it.
I felt relieved that Christian was taking this event so seriously. It was important for all the drivers to feel safe when working. Now that everything was over, I started to shake. My nerves were on edge and it was probably the adrenaline that had allowed me to keep my composure. Christian saw it, evidently. He took my hands in his and started to talk to me in a soothing way, trying to calm me down. I had that stupid "what if..." question in my head although I knew it was stupid. Nothing really happened. I relaxed. Christian told me to go home as I had no other service anyway.
Isaac was running some errands and Ricky was laying on the sun bed on the terrace. Each time I marveled when I saw him like that, naked in the sun, working on his tan, wiping his body or his face to get rid of the sweat. I first went to the bedroom to take off my clothes. Once I was naked as well, I went to lay down next to Ricky who wrapped his arm around me and let me put my head on his chest. He was a natural when it came to know someone just needed a hug. It soon became too warm to be that close to each other, baking in the sun. We got up and dove in the refreshing water and once cooled off, we sat under the umbrella. Ricky knew I was home far too early.
-Seeing how you are, I can guess something happened. You want to talk about it?
In a way, I preferred to put it all behind me. What I needed was to feel wanted and loved. I took Ricky's hand and dragged him to the bedroom. He didn't need any more explanation and we made slowly love. Ricky had a way to make you feel special when he worshiped your body with heart and soul. He could take you to heaven, give you all the sensations that made you feel the only person on the planet and then bring you down to earth again after having made you orgasm. I couldn't love him more, and certainly in occasions where I felt bad in the first place. He was the one that made you forget reality for a time. I felt safe and serene in his arms. The day had not been so good, but thanks to Ricky, that was all in the past.
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