Chapter 9

As I knelt there frozen, there was a loud knock on the front door. The knocking went from knocking to pounding on the door.

I got up, slid on my boxers and a tee shirt. I went to the front door, getting madder with each step. As I reached the front door, I yelled, “Who the hell is it?”

Silence.

The knocking/pounding on the front door had stopped. I heard a faint sound coming from the other side of the door. Jill’s house didn’t have a peep hole to see whom was on the outside. I unlocked the deadbolt. I unlocked the door knob. I opened the door only to see someone I had not expected to ever see at Jill’s house.

It was Tina.

“Who’s at the door?” Jill asked from the bedroom.

I ushered Tina in. She was sobbing. She was trying to speak, but no words came out. Tears flowed. Snot bubbles. What seemed like endless drool escaped her swollen mouth.

My heart stopped.

I closed and locked the door behind Tina. I gently took her by the arm and walked her over to the large leather couch, and sat her down.

“Tina, you just sit there. I’ll be right back.” I said, trying not to freak out and keep her calm.

I literally ran back to the bedroom. I grabbed Jill’s hand, pulling her out of bed and pushing her towards the bedroom door. Forgetting for a moment that I had just hurt my darling wife.

All I could manage to say was, “Living room now”

Jill grabbed her robe that was draped over her dressing chair and put it on. She left the bedroom quickly. When she got to the living room, she stood there, stunned. Sitting on her couch was a bruised, beaten, and battered Tina. Unable to stop the crying. Unable to breathe. Essentially in a state of shock and bewilderment.

It was several seconds before Jill came to her senses and rushed over to Tina.

Jill yelled to me, “David, get some towels and ice!”

“Already doing that Hun.”

When I got into the living room with the towels and ice, I saw Jill kneeling in front of Tina. She held her hand out to me. I gave her several towels and one that had ice in it. I thought to myself, ‘thank goodness Jill has a crushed ice button on the fridge’.

Jill gave Tina the towel with the ice in it. Tina held it to the side of her face. Jill unfolded one of the towels and began wiping Tina’s eyes, nose, and what drool she could off her cheeks, chin, and neck.

Tina continued to sob.

As I stood there, I felt like a prize fool. Somehow, I felt deep down that this was Sasha’s doing. My worry began to turn to anger, yet I couldn’t express any of that anger. Not at this moment, at least.

Jill gently kept wiping. I went back into the kitchen to get a pot of warm water and brought it out to Jill. She made a mouth gesture of a kiss, dipping a corner of the towel into the warm water. That’s when I noticed that the tee shirt she was wearing had what looked like a blood stain at the shoulder. Even though her tee shirt was maroon, to me at least, it looked like blood. I reached towards the shoulder and pointed the stain out at Jill without saying a word. Jill’s eyes got big.

“Tina, you’re safe here. No one will hurt you ... ever again.” Jill said in her most comforting tone possible.

I walked around Jill to the other side of Tina. I sat down on the couch, which caused Tina to shift and wince in pain. With the softest touch, I began to feel her broken body to try to discover the extent of her injuries.

I touched her left forearm. It showed signs of bruises. One on the underside of her wrist looked like a large thumb print bruise. I checked her biceps. It showed signs of redness. ‘Rope burn’ I thought to myself. I gently touched her shoulder and felt. It didn’t seem like anything was broken, at least not in that specific spot.

Jill motioned for us to switch sides of Tina, so she could begin wiping Tina’s left side.

“Tina, who did this to you?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

Silence, except for more tears and more sobbing.

My heart was in my throat. Jill was now tearing up, as well.

“Jill, I think I should call 911 to get her medical help.”

Tina’s eyes got big. She begged, “NO, PLEASE DON’T”.

Jill said she knew whom to call for help. She asked me to get her cell phone. I had not sat down on the couch for fear of hurting Tina again. Since I was already standing, I hustled to Jill’s bedroom and grabbed her phone. I quickly returned to the living room and handed the phone to Jill.

Jill made a call to someone. “Hey, yeah, this is Jill. I need you right now. No questions, right now ... ok, see you in a couple of minutes. Thanks.” With that, Jill hung up the phone and went back to tending to Tina.

I asked the unanswered question again. “Tina, who did this to you?”

I was so sure she would say Sasha. I felt the anger building inside of me.

“The Do-Wops,” she said meekly.

“Huh?” Jill and I said in unison.

“The Italian guys”

Jill got the joke. Well, it wasn’t really a joke, but she understood the reference.

Jill put her index finger to her lips with a gentle ‘shhhh’ sound. Tina lowered her head and began crying again.

I was still confused. ‘Was it Sasha or not?’

Jill made a shake of her head, telling me not to say anything more.

Again, there was a knock on the door. Jill just pointed to the door. I went to the door, unlocked it, and opened it to see a beautiful woman standing there with a black doctor’s bag.

“Hello, I’m Ronda. Is Jill here?”

I looked over to Jill, who had Tina resting her head on Jill’s robe covered shoulder.

I stepped aside and invited Ronda into the house. Ronda went over to Jill and Tina. She politely introduced herself and explained that she was going to check Tina for injuries.

“Doc, do you need me to help, or should I wait in the kitchen to give you privacy?” I asked.

Tina piped up again, “Don’t leave. I need you here.”

“I won’t. I’ll be right here. Please let the doctor examine you.” I said.

All three of us waited for an answer.

“alright” Tina said in almost a whisper.

I touched her right hand. I knelt on one knee right next to her. Jill got up and moved out of the way, allowing Dr. Ronda to begin her examination of a broken Tina.

The doctor started with a physical touch and asking Tina to say when she touches something that hurts, even if it hurts just a little.

Jill went over to a small end table that had a single drawer on it. She pulled out a pen and a small yellow tablet.

Apparently, Jill knew what the doctor needed to have done. Someone to list all the hurt parts of Tina’s body. The doctor took nearly an hour touching, poking, prodding, and moving various body parts Jill filled up an entire page with the locations of pain on Tina’s body.

“Tina, could you please lift your arms over your head, so I can remove your tee shirt?” the doctor asked.

“I don’t think I can. My right shoulder hurts too much.” Tina replied.

I pointed to what I thought was a blood stain at the top of her right shoulder. The doctor looked at me and asked if we had scissors, so she could cut the tee shirt off her. Jill set the pen and paper down to go get scissors. She returned a few seconds later, handing them to the doctor.

Dr. Ronda gently told Tina to remain as still as she could. She began cutting the shirt off her. Once the shirt was off and discarded, we all saw Tina’s injury. Her collarbone was broken and a small tip of it was protruding through the skin. The blood had coagulated. The doctor went to touch it, and Tina flinched so hard that she shrieked in pain. The doctor reached into her black bag and pulled out a syringe and an alcohol wipe. She wiped a spot on the arm with the collarbone injury and gave Tina the shot. It only took a few seconds for Tina to pass out. I caught her and gently as I could, I laid her down on the couch. Jill lifted her legs, so they would be on the couch as well. Jill gently removed her slip-on shoes. I got up and went to the closet to get a blanket for Tina. I unfolded it and placed it on a now sleeping Tina.

The doctor directed Jill and I to go to the kitchen to talk.

The three of us went to the kitchen to discuss Tina.

Dr. Ronda spoke first. “She’s in dire need of serious medical help. She has multiple contusions, a broken bone-maybe two, lots of bruising. I’m sure that she has been raped, but I didn’t check for that. She needed to sleep. Do either of you know what happened?”

I looked at the doctor, then to Jill. I spoke up, saying, “We don’t exactly know. We only have suspicions of who and how Tina got this way.”

Jill chimed in, “We suspect it was our former boss and the ‘goon’ squad.”

“Well then, Jill, tell me who the guy is, and I’ll get the authorities involved. She’s been brutally molested and clearly needs more medical care than I can give her here.” The doctor plied back.

“While she is out, maybe we should call an ambulance and get her to the hospital?” I asked.

“If you do, you run the risk of Tina feeling alienated and betrayed.” Dr. Ronda said.

The doctor went on to say that we should call the Police, the Sheriff, or a law enforcement group to have her photographed and checked for sexual assault. They will then put her under their protective care until she regains consciousness and can make her own decisions.

“Jill, we’ve served in Croatia together. We’re Marines, no one left behind ... remember that? Who did this to her? What’s his name?” The doctor retorted.

This time I spoke, “Doc. It’s not a HE.”

“Well, SHE had her band of goons do the actual dirty work. Her name is Sasha. She was David’s boss and I guess mine still as I haven’t been fired yet, but I’m sure that is coming.” Jill explained.

“Jill, David, do you have someone in law enforcement that you can trust?”

“Um, yes ... kind of ... Sgt. Johnson of the police department.

“CALL HIM. Right now! Get him over here as soon as possible. You have to trust me, Jill.” The doctor directed.

I said that I would call and stepped onto the back patio to make the call. I gave him a quick summary of what happened. He told me that he would be over in 15 minutes.

While I was outside, I phoned Mr. Jaxson to let him know something drastic had happened that Jill and I needed to handle, before we could travel to see him. He said that he understood and if we need anything, to just call.

I hung up and as I was heading back into the house, I saw Jill answer the front door. Sgt. Johnson was standing there with 2 additional people. Jill let them all in. She introduced Dr. Ronda to all the law enforcement.

Jill, the doctor, and I took Sgt. Johnson and his team into the kitchen to talk.

Sgt. Johnson introduced the two people he had with him.

“Jill, David, this is Wayne Williams. He’s on our violent crimes team. This with him is Valerie Davis. She is in our sexual crimes unit. He also mentioned that their forensic evidence people should be along in just a couple of minutes.

Doctor Ronda explained to the three what trauma she could see about Tina. She also explained that she only suspected sexual abuse and since she didn’t have a rape kit with her, she was unable to verify any sexual assault.

It took more than 3 hours for the Police to conduct their investigation and take their photographs. As they finished up, they had an ambulance arrive to transport Tina to the hospital that Dr. Ronda worked. Sgt. Johnson thanked us, gave us another of his cards, along with cards from Williams and Davis.

When everyone was gone, Jill and I felt wiped out. We took a shower together and headed off to bed. We decided against any lovemaking since the day’s activities were so emotionally draining.

Jill was the first to wake the next morning. I was holding her, my front to her back with an arm draped over her mid-section. To wake me, Jill wiggled her beautiful ass, which had my flaccid cock resting against her crack. She wiggled again, this time with a bit more force, trying to wake me.

“Huh, what?” I said with my mind still not clear.

“Hey Darling, can I interest you...” Her words trailed off.

“Whatever you have in mind, YES!” I said, much more awake. I felt my cock begin to stir.

Jill felt me growing and giggled. “Oh, such a naughty boy ... hee hee.” she giggled.

I reached down and gave my nearly hard cock a quick yank. I ran my finger up and down her crack. I spit into my hand and wiped the saliva on my cock. I spit again, rubbing that into her ass.

We stayed on our sides. Jill began a slow moaning. I began rubbing my now hard cock up and down the crack. I spit into my hand once again for just a bit more lube for Jill’s ass. I laid the head of my cock, that had a droplet of pre-cum on the tip at the entrance to her anal rosebud. Slowly, very slowly, I pushed forward. Once the head of my cock entered her, I stopped. I waited patiently for her sphincter to relax. When I felt that happen, I slowly pushed forward. When I felt my pelvis reached her fleshy beautiful ass cheeks, I held still, allowing her time to adjust.

She pushed back into me. I began to withdraw and came almost all the way out, only stopping before my bulbous head left her. I gently pushed back into her all the way. Slowly and rhythmically, I began the in and out motion of ass sex.

Jill was breathing erratically and moaning loudly. She kept pushing herself backwards towards me.