Prekrasna Isidora
Copyright© 2005 by Nigel Woodman
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - A modern version of a classic tale of love and intrigue. It's an action story with some violence and a real plot. The sex scenes are more romantic than graphic so if you're looking for a quick stroke piece you'll probably be disappointed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual First Oral Sex Anal Sex Petting Pregnancy
Lonnie was not only the local magistrate; he was the local cab company. When the news of Trent and Garth reached Ocracoke, Rose gave Lonnie a call and he agreed to drive Isidora to Alexandria. Isidora was alternating between tears, anger and depression and Rose would have ridden along to comfort her except that she just no longer had the strength. Before the cab pulled away Rose took Isidora into her arms and made her best attempt to give her courage for the days ahead.
"Sweetheart listen carefully to me. Life is full of joy and pain. No matter how painful today seems, think about the joy you and Trent have had together and the joy your child-to-be will bring you. You must take care of yourself and be strong."
The words rang hollow in Isidora's ears. As the cab rolled away, she reached into her purse and fingered the bottle of painkillers she'd taken from Rose's medicine chest.
If Trent and I can't be together in our life, we will be together in death. She thought to herself.
The front page of the Washington Post read: "Shootout at Dulles Leaves One Dead, Two Critical". The story went on the say that LeRoy Allen Marks a prominent and influential international businessman had been shot dead by a Federal Marshall attempting to serve an arrest warrant. In his last ditch effort to evade arrest; Marks had gunned down the marshal and a private security agent who was aiding in the arrest. Both the marshal and the security agent had been medevaced by helicopter to the Fairfax Hospital and were in critical condition.
Trent drifted in and out of consciousness, but his thoughts were always of Isidora. Would she come? Could she find him? Would he be alive when she came? The steady drone of vital signs monitors faded as he closed his eyes and drifted off into oblivion.
Epilogue
It was morning as the nurse looked down at Isidora's still, pale figure on the hospital bed and wondered. How could she have done this to herself? What love was worth this?