We're a Wonderful Wife - Dr. & Dr. Campbell
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 28
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 28 - Don returns home a broken man, but with the help of his wife Lanh, he slowly recovers. Now it is Lanh's turn to chase her dreams and they move to Colorado, where she has taken a teaching position. They meet Karole, and she fast becomes Lanh and Kim-ly's new sister. Unfortunately, life takes some bad turns and tests the mettle of their marriage, and are Lanh's angels benevolent or are they hostile?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Paranormal Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
Getting used to his new malady was trying on both Don and Lanh, but studying the information and reading data from other sources, Don found that his vascular condition was operable. “In your condition I would say that chances are good you would be a candidate for a Pulmonary Thromboendarterectomy,” said Doctor Andi at their next appointment.
“Ugh, the word just sounds nasty,” said Don.
“It is nasty,” said Andi. “I won’t hold back. They shut off your heart, put you on a heart and lung machine, slice your lungs open and scrape out the blood clots.”
Lanh looked like she was going to swoon. She attempts to go to each appointment Don has, so that she is there for these kinds of talks. “We were thinking of balloon angioplasty,” said Don. It’s a procedure where the clots are pushed out of the way by a balloon that is pushed into the artery and inflated.
“That’s also very doable,” said Andi. “We can reach out to the Mayo when you are ready, and you can speak to their team.”
Heading home, they had a new excitement that they hadn’t felt since the first time they attempted to adopt a baby. They were almost home when Don noticed the myriad of cars and vans around Karole’s house. “What the hell is going on?” gasped Don. There were police cars, vans, a SWAT van, and a lot of unmarked cars. Karole was standing outside of her house in handcuffs, weeping openly. Don handed the baby carrier that contained Krissy to Lanh and said, “Get Krissy settled down, it looks like she’s spending the night here.”
“Don’t cause trouble!” Lanh warned.
“I’m not going to cause trouble; I’m going to see what is going on. Probably something that asshole Jayce did,” assured Don as he started across the lawn, leaning heavily on his cane. His back was really hurting today.
He got about six steps toward Karole’s house when one of the men over there turned, saw Don and Lanh, and started running toward them. He was a scruffy, wild-eyed, long-haired hippy looking guy in a denim jacket, torn blue jeans and combat boots. Don immediately thought he was a prisoner who now escaped because half a dozen uniformed cops were chasing him. Don stopped, raised his free hand and said, “Relax buddy, we’re just the neighbors,” but the man pulled a gun and started screaming.
The man ignored Don and aimed his pistol at Lanh. Immediately, time slowed almost to a stop for Don. All he saw was the guy that was going to shoot her. His gun was drawn, and he was raising the gun to point it at Lanh and the baby. Don immediately thought of Joshua Grimes, the beast that was going to rape Lanh in high school. He thought of all the chances of having a baby that were denied them, and something snapped.
Don moved toward the escaped prisoner and raised the end of his cane and brought it between the running man’s ankles, causing the man to trip and fall forward, landing face first on the snow-covered muddy lawn. He dropped his gun, and it landed just a foot away from his outstretched hand, but as he grabbed for it, Don planted a foot on the freak’s hand, then reached forward with the tip of his cane and flicked the pistol away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” demanded Don.
“DEA!” shouted the man as he tried to get up.
“Traditionally you say that first, you ignorant piece of...” at that moment three other DEA agents slammed into Don, driving him to the ground and after that things got hazy for Don.
Don opened his eyes, and he was back in the Wiesbaden hospital in Germany. He looked, and Lanh was sitting next to him, reading a book. He could hear Cynthia’s labored breathing and Wendy groaning in pain. At the end of the bed there was a translucent apparition, vaguely woman shaped, tall, long flowing silver/gold hair, but the ends were purple. It was Lanh’s angel. Another angel walked through the curtains that separated his bed from Wendy and Cynthia. This angel was very similar to the other angel, but the hair was all silver/gold, there was no purple.
The angel with purple in its hair was glaring at Lanh and snarled, “We could do it here.”
The other angel was looking at Don, and he could tell it was looking at him with pity. Even though he was loopy out of his skull on painkillers, he could hear what the angels were saying. It said, “Do what here?”
“Yeah, do what here?” mumbled Don.
“He heard you!” gasped the purple tipped angel and suddenly the angels disappeared.
“Did you say something honey?” said Lanh, who leaned over him, concerned, but soon he slipped back into unconsciousness.
“What the fuck?” Don shot up, gasping for air. He’s only had it for a few weeks, but the CPAP was the best thing he’s ever used and now he misses it. But a question filled his mind: was that a dream or was that a memory? He looked around his cell. The light was still on, it’s always on. The tiny ten-foot by ten-foot cinder block cell has been his home for two days now, he hasn’t heard from anyone except Huy who simply said, “Hang on, I can’t practice law in Colorado, but I know someone who can.” That was the last communication he heard from the outside world for two days.
“Da fuck man, what da hell is wrong with you?” said Don’s cell mate Darius. Darius was huge, black, and pissed off most of the time.
“I don’t know, I had this dream of when I was all fucked up and in the hospital at Wiesbaden...”
“You was at Wiesbaden?” Darius asked. “I was there. Were you Air Force?”
“Yeah,” said Don. “I was in a truck that got hit by jet blast and rolled. I was medevacked there. It was a bad day.”
“No wonder why you’re limpin’ around like you’ a hunnert years old,” said Darius. “What was your AFSC man?”
“Two Alpha Six, aircraft electrical and environmental. Were you in?” asked Don.
Two Whiskey Zero, I was ammo. Spent four years building bombs and hauling’ em out to d’ planes, den hauling’ em all back to da WSA.”
“Were you injured? Is that how you know Wiesbaden hospital?”
“No man, I was at Ramstein, we’d go over to Wiesbaden and hit on the ladies over there.”
Don chuckled, “Fuckin’ ammo guys...”
“Dat’s us,” said Darius with a grin. “If you ain’t ammo...”
“You’re waiting on them,” grinned Don, which caused Darius to laugh loudly. The response was supposed to be, “you ain’t shit.”
Footsteps approached from down the hall and Don sat up on his cot. His cell door swung open, and Deputy Larry Henderson called, “Hey Don, your lawyer’s here. She sprung you.”
Don looked up. “She? Oh crap, is it Ahnjong?”
Larry looked at the card that the lawyer handed him. “Ahnjong Park Nu-guy-en.”
“Close enough, her last name is pronounced n’Win, and I’m sorry dude.”
“What do you mean sorry?” The guard asked as Don limped out of the cell. Don fist bumped with Darius before Larry could lock the cell door.
“Annie is burn happy, if she gave you her card it means you’ve been marked. Did she take your picture?” When the guard nodded, Don continued, “It’s for sure that she’ll name you in the lawsuit. I’ll vouch for you; you treated me nicely. Your union should cover you.”
“Us Hams gotta stick together.” Larry was K6ARP and someone both Don and Lanh had talked to in the past on the air when Don was stationed in New Mexico. “It’s a shame we had to meet face to face like this.”
Larry opened the last door and was met by Lanh and Ahnjong, who hugged him at the same time. “Where’s your oxygen?” demanded Annie.
“They took it,” said Don as he leaned to kiss Lanh.
“They took your medical equipment?” demanded Annie in a very loud voice. “Congratulations Don, Weld County just made you a millionaire.” She wrote furiously in her notebook.
The property sergeant placed Don’s personal items on the desk, including his oxygen tank and canula. “We didn’t want him to hang himself,” said the sergeant.
“He isn’t Jeffery Epstein,” snarled Ahnjong and she took a picture of the property sergeant as he handed the oxygen tank to Don.
“I told you not to do that anymore,” said Lanh as she hugged Don from behind.
“He pointed his gun on you while you were carrying Krissy. That stupid move did not put me in a happy place,” said Don as he pulled on his vest. Like many Coloradans, Don wears an insulated vest rather than a large uncomfortable parka when the temperature is moderately cold. It’s nowhere near Minnesota cold here on the Northern Colorado prairie.
Behind him, a voice bellowed, “You attacked a cop!” Don turned and some guy in a business suit was glaring at him. His minions that surrounded him held him back, and Don was sure that this was all part of a show. It was tempting to push back just to see how far the show was going to go by simply acting smug. He made a show of going through his pockets and possessions to ensure nothing was missing.
Ahnjong positioned herself between Don and the suit. “Your informant attacked my client’s wife.”
“He was undercover!” snarled the suit. He advanced on Ahnjong and glared at her, but Annie knew how the game was played.
“He failed to identify himself as a law enforcement officer, in fact he has yet to identify himself.” She didn’t move. In fact, her posture and attitude dared the suit to touch her. She leaned forward into his personal space, silently daring him to touch her. Her husband Huy was a brilliant lawyer, but he was “business class,” Ahnjong lived in the “danger zone.”
For his part, Don ignored them and began collecting his belongings, loose change, car keys, wallet, but the suit couldn’t let it go. “I’m going to see to it that you spend the rest of your life in prison,” He shouted over Annie’s head.
Don smiled and said, “Hey buddy,” he reached into his vest pocket and said, “I’ve got something for you,” and he pulled out his hand clenched in a fist, the middle finger pointing straight down. “Here, let me turn it up so you can hear it better.” And he rotated his arm, bringing his middle finger straight up.
“Yeah? Fuck you too!” the man shouted, but Don held his single finger salute, then waved bye-bye and turned to leave.
“Doctor Campbell,” sighed Don’s brother-in-law and husband of his attorney, Huy Nguyen. “Do you realize that you just told the head of the central region of the DEA to get fucked?”
“Oh really?” said Don, a look of surprise on his face. “You should have told me; I would have used both hands.”
“Please stop,” groaned Lanh.
As they rode home in Huy’s rental SUV, he cuddled tightly with Lanh. “I’m sorry honey, but I couldn’t let him attack you, all I could think of was Joshua Grimes.”
“You can’t protect me all the time,” she whimpered. She felt weak and helpless, and she hated feeling that way, but all she could do when that filthy, bearded man pointed his gun at her was shriek in terror.
Don held her close and kissed her temple, “Look at the bright side, your diction hasn’t fallen apart.” That is an improvement.
“You should have heard her when she called me yesterday, “He lock up twenty for hour, you fix!” laughed Huy.
“Huy, please. I know she’s your kid sister but YOU ALL sound like that when you’re stressed,” scolded Don, then imitating his brother-in-law’s voice almost perfectly, “Annie she have twin baby!” causing Annie’s melodious laughter to ring through the SUV.
“He’s right,” said Ahnjong. Her family has been in the US for four generations, and their accent was more of a Chicago accent.
“Thank you,” sniffed Lanh. He even protects her from her brothers, even though they spent their lives ignoring her. “Love you,” she whispered. She simply tipped her head up, and they kissed.
When they got home, Karole was in a state of panic. She sat in the dark living room and was desperately trying to calm Krissy, but her nerves were causing Krissy to cry. Lanh had explained everything to Don as they brought him home. Karole’s ex-fiancé Jayce was caught selling meth in Newfoundland Canada and he gave the RCMP Karole’s name and address as his source of crystal methamphetamine. The drug dogs keyed on the corner of the garage where Don had stacked the boxes that Jayce had sprayed with “skunk piss” and they found a weak scent in the middle of the living room, where they were stacked for about one day.
After they returned from the police station, it was tempting for Huy and Ahnjong to take Krissy and calm the infant, but Karole wouldn’t learn to calm Krissy that way, so Don and Lanh concentrated on calming Karole. She was in tears about her home being invaded by a squad of DEA agents who were right now going through every piece of her personal belongings, leaving nothing untouched. “Ah even forgot to get diapers for ma’ baby.”
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