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Mark Stevens
Nurse and the Patient, Part 28
Ty Bennett called late the following afternoon. When Lance turned from the telephone he said, "That was Ty. Evidentially Sam is out of jail as of an hour ago."
Jonathan felt his stomach twist up inside his body. "I hate to hear that."
"We knew it was going to happen," Lance reminded him.
"I know; I was hoping he would have a longer wait before he went before a judge."
"Well, the bastard's out now."
Jonathan watched his lover pick up the telephone once again.
"What's up?" he asked.
Lance punched in a telephone number and then said, "I'm going to let Edith know Sam's out of jail."
"That's probably a good idea," Jon agreed.
When Lance laid the telephone back down on the bar, Jonathan asked, "No answer?"
Lance shook his head and said, "I guess she's out running errands. I'll try to reach her later on."
Lance had hardly put the telephone down before it rang. He snatched it up, saying, "Hello?"
It was Glenn Maxwell with the news of Sam Thompson's release.
"Thanks for letting us know, Glenn; however, you're behind on things. Ty just gave us a call with the news."
There was silence for a moment. Then Lance said, "I appreciate that, and thanks for calling. Later."
"Sounds as if Sam made big news when he posted bail," Jon remarked.
"Doesn't it, though?"
"What was on Glenn's mind? Other than the news about Sam?"
"That was mainly it. Oh, he did say the DA was planning on hitting Sam head on. Actually what he said was he was going to nail Sam's ass so hard against the wall that he wouldn't know what hit him."
"Good. It's time Sam Thompson paid for all the hell he's caused over the years."
Lance walked across the room and stopped in front of Jonathan. He reached out and pulled the man to him. "Come here," he said. "All this talk about Sam getting what he deserves, well, I have to tell you; it's making me so fucking horny. I want to fuck your ass."
Jonathan kissed Lance, pressing his lips hard into the man he loved. Then breaking his kiss off, he said, "Let's fuck!"
Pulling Lance by the hand, Jonathan led them down the hall and into the bedroom. In only seconds the two men were naked and in bed. Both lay on their side facing the other, blond chest hair rubbing against brown curls. Jon began kissing Lance all over, beginning with the man's neck and working his way downward. Each time he touched Lance, the man shivered, and by the time Jon had reached his cock, a thick strand of pre cum had leaked out and was running down the hairy shaft.
Jon played with the dripping cock and began teasing it with his tongue. When he put his mouth over the tip, Lance sighed, and when he started to travel down the shaft, making it disappear inside his mouth, Lance moaned.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned.
Jonathan put so much into what he was doing, that it wasn't long before Lance pushed him off his dick.
"I need to fuck you, Jon," he begged. "I need your ass."
Jonathan got on his knees. Wiggling his ass, he said, "Give me your dick, Babe."
Lance reached for the lube and greased Jon with the gel. He coated his hole heavily with the slippery substance, working it far up inside him. Then he greased his dick, coating it thickly from tip to hairy base. He threw the bottle to the floor and got on his knees behind Jonathan.
He pushed the head of his dick against the slicked up hole.
"Push it in me," Jonathan begged.
He felt pressure as the head slipped inside his hole, and suddenly, he felt complete as the rest of Lance slid inside him. He pushed against his lover and shivered. Lance was buried balls deep inside him. He could feel his lover's thick pubes pressed hard into his body.
"God, Lance," were the words he spoke.
"Fuck," Lance breathed. "You feel so fucking good."
Jonathan felt his ass open the rest of the way so it could enjoy Lance's dick to the fullest. He pushed back, enjoying the pounding he was receiving. Each time Lance buried his cock deeper inside him, he felt his full balls slap against him, and he knew he was getting close to the edge, that he was going to shoot a huge load of cum out of his dick.
"You're about to make me cum, Lance," he warned.
Lance didn't say a word; he began fucking harder, making Jon's ass feel as if it was going to be split wide open. That did it for Jon.
"Fuck!" he cried out.
With Lance pounding him, Jon watched as his dick shot the first thick load of cum out onto the bed.
"Fuck!" he said again.
Lance suddenly felt his dick swell up inside his lover's ass. He was about to cum.
"I'm going to fill your ass, Babe," he cried out. "Get ready for my hot load in your hole."
"Oh, shit!" Jon spoke the words when he felt the first glob of hot cum spray his insides. "Oh, fuck!"
When Lance had finished shooting inside Jonathan, he wrapped his arms around his lover's body. "I love you, Babe," he whispered.
"I love you, too."
A moment later, still buried inside Jonathan, Lance fell to the bed on his side, pulling his lover with him. The two still intact, they lay there together, enjoying the warm after glow of just having had sex.
Jonathan leaned in close to Lance; savoring the feeling of being close to the one person he loved the most in the world. For a while neither of them spoke; in fact, they each enjoyed a short nap.
Who knew how long the two of them would have slept if the telephone had not disturbed them.
Coming to, Jonathan reached over and picked the telephone up.
Lance's grandmother greeted him.
"Jonathan, I see you called while I was out."
Fully awake, Jon said, "Hello, Edith. It was Lance who called you," he told her. "Here he is."
Before he could hand the telephone to Lance, the woman said, "That's okay, Jonathan, I'll talk with him later. I need to put my groceries away."
Jonathan was puzzled. Lance's grandmother never turned down a chance to speak with her grandson.
"Well, all right, Edith."
There was a pause on Edith Baxter's end of the line. Then, "Oh, and another thing, Jon; tell Lance I'm afraid he'll have to take a rain check on dinner this evening."
Jonathan was very confused. Thinking he might have misunderstood the woman, he said, "What's that?"
"We'll do dinner another evening, I promise. Goodbye, Jonathan. I love you guys."
Before he could say a word, Jonathan heard a click in his ear. He dropped the telephone on the bed beside him.
Lance pulled Jonathan tighter and asked, "Did she know we had been fucking? She want me to fuck you some more?"
Jonathan leaned forward, causing Lance's dick to pull out of his cum-filled hole.
Surprised, Lance asked, "What the hell?"
Jonathan turned over and faced Lance. "Something's wrong," he said.
Alarm spread across Lance's face. "With Edith?" he asked.
Jon shook his head. "I'm not sure," he answered. "We didn't have dinner plans with your Grandmother this evening, did we?"
"Not that I was aware of. Why?"
"Because just now she told me our dinner plans with her had to be cancelled for this evening. I thought perhaps the two of you had made plans."
Lance sat up in bed. "I haven't talked with my grandmother since the other night when we dropped by to see her.
Jonathan sat on the side of the bed. "That's what I thought." He stood to his feet. "Something's not right, Lance. We need to get the fuck over there right away."
"Let's get cleaned up and get over there," Lance said.
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Edith Baxter ended her call with Jonathan and placed the receiver of her telephone back in its cradle.
"You handled that quite well, Edith."
The voice sounded harsh, and Edith turned to face its owner.
"Just what do you want, Agnes?"
"It's a bit late for what I want, my dear." Agnes Doughty pointed the gun she was holding toward a chair. "Have a seat, Edith. Plans have got to be changed quickly; I need to think a minute. Have a seat!" she ordered in a louder voice when Edith hesitated.
Edith did as she was told. For some reason she felt peaceful inside. When she had opened her door and discovered Agnes standing there, it had taken her quite by surprise. When she greeted her visitor and asked what she could do for her, the woman had quickly pushed her way inside the house, surprising her to no end. She was not use to anyone treating her that way.
Agnes sat on the sofa directly across from her.
"There is no dinner plans this evening, is there, Edith?"
When Edith just looked at her and remained silent, she said, "I thought so. Think you're so damned smart, don't you?"
"I'm certainly smart enough not to get involved with the boss and turn sour, the way you did, Agnes."
"I took care of my business; something you certainly never did. If people only knew the real story about you; I would never be so foolish."
"You were foolish enough to think you could take everything from Kathleen, didn't you? Well, guess what? You have nothing! You hear me, Agnes, nothing!" Edith spat the words out of her mouth.
Agnes Doughty stood to her feet. "We could go on like this forever, old woman, but there's not time."
Agnes motioned for Edith to stand up. "Plans have changed. It's quite evident we can not remain here. Let's go! My car's out front."
Before they left the house, Agnes said, "I warn you, do not try anything. I won't hesitate to use this."
Agnes put the gun she had been holding in the pocket of her blouse. "This may be out of sight, but it's still pointed in your direction. Now, let's go!"
Edith walked outside with Agnes following on her heels. When they reached the car, Agnes unlocked the door.
"Get in," she ordered.
Edith Baxter took a deep breath and opened the car door. She watched as Agnes hurried to the other side and crawled in beside her.
"Where are you taking me?" Edith asked.
"Just relax and enjoy the ride. It may well be your last."
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Lance pulled up in front of his grandmother's home and shut the car engine off. He and Jonathan hurried up the walk and rang the door bell.
A moment later Lance reached out and rang it for a second time; "Something's not right, Jon," he said.
Jonathan knocked loudly on the door. "Edith, is everything okay?"
He was greeted by silence.
"Something has happened." Jonathan's voice broke.
Lance pounded on the door this time. "Edith, if you're in there, please, open the door. Please," he repeated.
Silence was the only greeting they received; nothing else, especially the presence of Lance's grandmother.
"What are we going to do?" Lance's voice held a hint of fear.
Jonathan reached into his pocket and brought out his cell phone. "We're going to give Ty Bennett a call," he said.
He punched in a telephone number and waited.
"Ty Bennett, please," he said. "This is Jonathan Davis calling."
He was told the police officer was out of the building.
"Can you reach him? It's very important that I talk with him."
He listened to the lady on the other end telling him she would try and locate the man.
"Please, have him call me at this number. I repeat, it's very important."
"Where the fuck is he?" Lance asked.
"The woman didn't say. She's going to try and reach him."
Jonathan looked along the front of Edith's house. "You have any idea where she might keep a key? Most people keep a spare hidden somewhere on the outside."
"Not a clue. Guess we can look around while we're waiting on Ty," Lance decided.
The two men searched around the yard, looking in various places; places where most people might keep a spare key.
By the time Jonathan's cell rang, they had given up. If Edith kept an extra key around, she definitely had done a good job hiding it out of sight.
Jonathan greeted Ty Bennett on the telephone. "We have a problem, Ty," he said.
He described the telephone call they had received from Lance's grandmother.
"Did you guys have dinner plans with the woman?"
"No, but she was adamant that we had to change them to a later date. We decided to come over and check on her; she's not here."
"Is the house locked?"
Lance reached for the old fashioned door handle. When he gave it a twist, the door gave a lurch and moved backward into the room.
"Shit," he said, "We didn't even think to try this."
He hurried inside the house with Jonathan right behind him.
Lance called out, "Edith, are you here? Is everything all right?"
Silence greeted them as they walked through the house calling out the woman's name.
"Something is definitely wrong, Ty," Jonathan said. "When I talked with Edith earlier she gave me the impression she was in for the day. She said she had been shopping and was worn out, that she needed to rest."
"Does the woman drive?"
"No. She said she decided to give up driving a few years back."
"I'll be there as quickly as I can," Ty said. "Let's face it; if she's not there, then she had to leave with someone."
Jonathan ended his phone conversation. "Ty's on his way over here," he said.
"Edith would never leave with her door unlocked," Lance pointed out.
"I agree, she left with someone, and I have an idea who it was."
"You think Sam was here?" Lance asked quietly.
"Either Sam or Agnes; or both," Jon added.
"Fuck! Jon, I swear to God, who ever she's with, if they hurt her, I'll kill them. I'll make who ever did this pay. You have my word on that," he said.
"Okay, Lance, I need you to focus here. Tell me, is there any place Sam has or likes to go? Some place where he could take Edith and no one could find her?"
Lance was quiet for moment. "None that I can think of," he said. "When I was little we use to own a cabin on Hawkins Lake. However, when I was in high school the place was sold. My mother suddenly wanted nothing to do with the place, so she sold it. Actually, now that I think about it, I think the cabin once belonged to my grandfather; my mother's father."
Jonathan heard a step on the porch and walked to the door.
"Come in, Ty," he greeted.
"Any sign of Edith Baxter?" Ty asked the question as he stepped through the doorway.
"No sign of her," Jonathan told the police officer.
"She's somewhere, and I'm pretty sure she's in trouble," Lance said.
Jonathan and Lance followed the police officer as he searched the house. There were signs ever where, indication that Edith lived there, that this was her home, but nothing to indicate where she might have gone or who she could have left with.
When Tye Bennett had finished his search, he told them to go back to the living room and have a seat.
"Now, take a deep breath, and tell me everything you know, what your gut feeling is; leave nothing out."
"What I fucking know is my grandmother called and cancelled a dinner engagement that we did not have; what I fucking know is my grandmother is not here, and there is no way in hell I believe she left on her on free will; something is fucking wrong." Lance's voice broke.
Jonathan reached over and placed a hand on his leg.
"Hold on, Lance," Ty said. "Trust me; I'm the good guy here, okay? I want to find your grandmother as much as you do. We need to work together to make that happen," he added.
"He's right, Lance," Jonathan said quietly.
"I know. Sorry, Ty, I didn't mean to sound off the way I did."
"It's understandable," Ty told him. "Tell me, do you have any thoughts about your grandmother's disappearance?"
"Do I need to remind you that Sam is out of jail?" Lance asked.
"You think Sam Thompson is behind this?"
"He very well could be," Jon said. "I'm sure he must blame Edith for all of his troubles. After all, he knows she is responsible for helping Lance find out the truth about his past."
Ty was quiet for a moment or two. "You could be right," he finally said.
Jonathan and Lance watched as the man stood to his feet. He walked out the door and down the steps, making his way along the stone sidewalk. When he reached his car, he stopped and leaned against the side of the vehicle. He seemed lost in his thoughts for quite a long time.
Suddenly, as they watched, the man returned to the porch and opened the door.
"I have an idea," he said.
End Part 28
Mark