Chapter 81

The next morning after I woke up, I took a shower and had breakfast with my parents. And after hugging them both headed down the hill with my bags to Pete and Mandy’s house. I went inside, and was surprised when I saw Grace was there.

After hugs I sat as Mandy once again ran me through the airplane and the specs. And finally she handed me the paperwork binder and the keys, saying she would see me the next week. And I was just a bit surprised when Grace said she was driving me to the airport.

The plane had already been fueled, so the two of us made quick work of getting her ready. And Grace even smiled when I told her to start the endings and warm it up. And once back on the runway she gave me a very long hug before kissing my cheek and saying she would see me the next week.

The flight down was great, as I could do it non-stop. And I spent some time cleaning it after the fuel truck refilled it so it would be ready for Mike and his family. And I was surprised when I got home and saw I had a phone call from a number I did not recognize. It had come in during the flight down, apparently when I was in an area with no cell coverage so I was only getting it now.

And when I called my voice mail, I was surprised it was from Isabelle. She told me she was happy where she was at, and had even gotten one of the girls from the house to join her. And she said how happy she was that she was still going to school, and they were working on getting her a green card so she could stay.

She gave me her number and asked me to call her. I wrote it down, and opened a soda as I considered that. And finally I went ahead and called the number. It was to a reception desk, and Isabelle got on the phone about five minutes later.

When she heard my voice she immediately started thanking me, and we talked for about twenty minutes. And when she asked when we could get together, I decided that Wednesday would be best. By then half of my exams would be done, and the remaining ones I was not all that worried about. She told me where and when to pick her up, and I said I would be there.

Thankfully the first exams were the ones I was most worried about, so I spent each moment studying before them I could. And after finishing my last exam on Wednesday shortly after lunch I went home and studied a bit more. She had me pick her up in Van Nuys, not far from the airport. She gave me a huge hug when I pulled up, and after kissing me I drove us to a diner to get dinner.

I was a bit surprised the shelter was actually in Van Nuys, and she told me that was on purpose because that was where many of the girls worked and lived. She laughed when she saw I was taking her to a Mexican place Linda had suggested. And she did comment that the food was not quite as she would eat back home it was really close to being authentic.

After we ate, I asked her if she wanted some dessert, and Isabella gave me a grin and nodded her head. So a few minutes later I pulled in front of an ice cream parlor. She actually giggled when I stopped, and hand in hand we went inside where we both got a bowl.

When we got back in the car she actually took a bite, then looking at me smiled. And she thanked me for the ice cream, but that was not the kind of dessert she had been thinking of. And remembering what Linda had told me, I simply smiled and nodded but said I thought she would like that first.

And after leaving, I think I surprised her when instead of driving home, I drove to the Sepulveda Park. But shortly afterwards I had her in my lap as we started making out, which she enjoyed greatly. I spent ages kissing her lips and neck, all the while caressing her body through her clothing. But I could tell Isabella was wanting more when she unbuttoned her blouse and moved my hand inside.

Her nipples were like two pebbles, and I understood what Linda was saying. Isabelle was likely wanting more, and wanting to experience pleasure. So once I felt I had spent enough time licking and sucking on her nipples I unfastened her pants and slid my hand inside.

The wetness I felt on her panties let me know right away how much she needed this. And with my lips latched onto hers I started fingering her. And she pulled her lips from mine and buried her face in my neck as she moaned my name when her first orgasm hit. And she was kissing me feverishly when I gave her a second one. And after her third she finally grasped my wrist, so I knew she was at her limit.

She kissed me over and over again, saying that had been the best ever. And when I felt her hand moving down to my crotch, I took it in my own and simply twined our fingers together and held it. “Isabelle, you don’t have to do that” I said, and she smiled and nodded.

“But I want to, Jorge. Is only right I make you feel as good as you made me feel.” And I think I finally got her to understand that I did not require her to do that, and I was happy just pleasing her and she did not have to do anything in return.

“But what if I want to?” she finally said, and I kissed her nose.

“Well, I need to get you back shortly, and if we got started I’m afraid I would keep you all night. But we’ll see at another time, OK?” She gave me a nod, and we spent the next ten minutes or so cuddling and kissing before I took her back to where I picked her up at. And she promised to give me a call in the next week so we could get together again.

And as I drove home, I remembered what Linda was saying. That Isabelle was more than just a sixteen year old girl, she was a sixteen year old girl that had gotten used to having more sex than she even wanted and not by choice. But having known the pleasure of sex with somebody else, she still wanted to experience that. And I had at least given her a taste more like what she should be doing at her age. And that next time I would likely allow her to return it in the same way, showing her more of what actual teens would be doing as a progression during dating.

I pulled in at a gas station on the way home, and went inside to pick up a pack of smokes and paid to fill the tank of the truck as I was at less than a quarter tank. This was in Pacoima, and as I was putting in the gas a guy came up and in badly accented English asked me for some money.

I sighed inside my head and responded in Spanish that I did not have any cash. He then asked for a cigarette, so I told him in just a minute. The pump had shut off, so I put the nozzle back and pulled out the pack I had just bought and opened it. I jokingly asked him to let me leave before he lit it up as I was removing two from the pack, and everything went dark.

The next few memories were scattered. A loud screaming siren as somebody was saying something. Then again as a bright light was shined in my eyes by a gal wearing blue. That, and a lot of pain.

And when things finally became clear again, I was surprised I was lying on a bed. My head still hurt like hell, and everything was really fuzzy, my eyes even felt fuzzy. And when I groaned, the shock was that mom was sitting in a chair next to me. “George!” she called out, and leaned forward and hugged me tight.

“Head hurts, what happened?” She hugged me again, and hit a button on the bed. It was only then I realized I was in a hospital. A nurse came in a moment later and started taking my vitals, followed by a doctor a few minutes later. Where he asked me a series of questions, starting with what my name was. But when he asked me the date, I paused. “Wednesday? I had a date with Isabelle on Wednesday night, that’s the last I remember. I have a feeling it’s not Wednesday anymore.”

“Actually son, it is Wednesday. But two weeks later, you’ve been in a medically induced coma.”

And at that I actually panicked, as I still had memories of Pete when he was in a coma. But mom and the doctor both told me this was very different. “We did not drill any holes in your skull, and other than a serious concussion, a broken arm, a broken nose and some broken ribs you’re fine.”

And it was only then I realized my right arm was indeed in a cast, and not only was it a bit harder to breathe my chest hurt. But thankfully I had no internal injuries, and the coma was medically induced to allow time for the swelling to go down and my brain to heal.

“Your parents made the decision to put you under for four days. It ended up being for almost twelve days, but that is not uncommon. Most patients take up to a week on average to actually come out of an induced coma. But everything seems fine, although you will be seeing a neurological specialist shortly.”

After he left, I asked mom what happened. Apparently I had been mugged and beaten rather badly by four guys. They took off in my truck, and witnesses called the cops and paramedics as they drove away.

“George, they got you bad. They took your truck, your phone, and your wallet. Thankfully when the paramedics tried to talk to you, you were able to get out to call your ‘Aunt Linda’. And after enough prompting you said she was Linda Carol. You were initially taken in as a John Doe but they were able to contact Linda, and she told them who you were. Pete flew us down the next day, and your dad and I’ve been here ever since.”

Dad came in right after that, and after hugging him and telling him I loved him I said that I was alright. “Well, at least it was just my truck. That has insurance for a reason.”

At that dad looked somber, and shook his head. “Oh, after they left you laying there they must have gotten your address from your license. George, they also got your motorcycle, and a hell of a lot from inside your trailer. We’ll need to go over what is gone, but it looks like that night they drove there and loaded up almost anything they could fit in the bed of the truck.”

Fuck! Even my keyboards were gone then! I asked mom to call Becky, as odds were she still had the serial numbers of everything I had gotten from her. She was doing that when a detective showed up to question me. I told him as much as I remembered, even adding that his accent was from Baja.

He looked at me when I said that, as my parents were right there and my red hair along with mom’s made it obvious I was not of Mexican descent. And when he asked how I knew that, I said my minor was actually in Spanish and I was rather fluent in that.

But by that time an alarm went off and the nurse came back in. She told the cop that the questioning was over, and that I needed to rest. Mom and dad both left, and as they were going out the door I heard mom telling him to go to Becky’s shop, as she had the serial number and descriptions of a lot that had been stolen from my trailer.

I was in and out of it for the next day, but on Friday they moved me to the general wing. And I was actually starting to think clearly for the first time since I pulled in to get gas. Dad had taken pictures of the inside of my trailer, and when the detective returned I could give him a decent list of what I could see was gone. My motorcycle, all my keyboards, my DJ equipment, my TV, my stereo, and my computer were all gone. And thankfully Becky did have the serial numbers for everything I had gotten from her.

And after that it was a parade of people coming to visit. I thanked Linda when she came in, and she said she was more than glad she was there for me. “I got the call late at night, and at first thought it was a prank. They insisted they were Providence Holy Cross, and insisted they had a John Doe that had asked for me by name. But once they said it was a young man in his late teens to early twenties with red hair, I knew it was you. I ran Sherry across the street right away, and told Becky you had been hurt and took off. And I called Pete on the way to tell your parents. And when I saw it was you, I gave them as much information as I could.”

And mom went over and hugged Linda, as did dad. She wiped her eyes, and actually gave a bit of a giggle when mom told her she was thankful she was there for me. “Well, at least this time you’re not threatening to implant your shoe inside of me.”

Mom actually sighed at that, and hugged her even tighter. “Linda sweetie, that was a long time ago. And you are a very different person today than you were then. This alone proves it.”

After Linda left Becky came in. She sighed when she saw me, and asked me what was next. And I told her thankfully I should be out by the next week. Mom added that they had done as much as they could do to repair the damage from the attack, and that Linda had already volunteered to babysit me until I was ready to return to my trailer.

“They don’t want him being alone for the first week or two, as he’ll be on narcotics and will need somebody to watch over him.”

Becky nodded, and said it was the same with Pete after his surgeries when they first moved in together. And when I started to drift off again she kissed my forehead and they all left. That afternoon as I ate lunch I remembered I was supposed to fly Mike and his family to Idaho. I asked mom, and Mandy had flown them up, and Pete had flown them home when it was done.

“George, don’t worry, we took care of all that.” And then I remembered in horror I had missed half of my final exams! Mom gave me her phone, and after getting the number I called the college. Where they informed me I had failed them as a no show.

I explained I was in the hospital, and the gal actually scoffed and said “For over two weeks? And only calling now? That’s a new one.” I was trying to explain but mom took the phone back and laid into her. Saying I had been in a coma for two weeks, and that I was still in the hospital.

Finally she hung up and shook her head and looked at me. “Well, we need to bring them a medical statement. But you have thirty days to take the exams you missed. I’m glad you thought of that, I was not even thinking of that after all this.”