Chapter 2

Day 7

In the morning after breakfast, I lay there and considered what the girls had told me last night. It confirmed what I had feared when I heard the paramedic's and the sheriff's tale. When I had been knocked unconscious by the fall, the gate had been opened and one of the Grroz had come through. At least according to the girls ONLY one had come through. I hoped that was true — that there was only one. And it was my fault. What would have happened if more had been near the gate and come through?

I started to shake at these thoughts, for I knew better than anyone did how close to disaster we had come. I am the KEEPER OF THE GATE. It is my responsibility to see that nothing came through the gate, and I had FAILED. Fortunately or unfortunately only one Grroz had come through. That one had eaten part of the dog and absorbed its life force. It would be very powerful now, more powerful than the others. My only hope was that it was the watcher on the other side. I had no way to know.

I started to think back on the things that my father had told me about the Grroz. The things that I knew!

The Grroz were a part humanoid, part lupus creature, more wolf than dog and more wolf than human. Usually a gray color but some times with a little brown mixed in. They had a heavy fur coat, a short snout full of teeth, and they had claws on really large hands and feet. They could grasp with the hands. They were carnivorous. They ate their victims, but also absorbed their life force or energy. What the Chinese call 'Chi'. It was what helped sustain them.

They were somewhat telepathic. They could radiate a signal that caused fear and paralysis in their victim. Their reactions were lightning fast and with those claws and teeth any hesitation by their victim meant doom. Apparently that was what held the girls in check and when it howled, it sent the signal to the dogs in the neighborhood, and that was what had frightened them so. It was their old enemy, letting them know that it was back and that they were no longer safe. Needless to say, single humans or even small groups were just SOL if one or more of the Grroz found them.

It was very fortunate that the Grroz had returned to its reality and not continued to hunt. This definitely made me think that it was the watcher on the other side of the gate.

With those things settled in my mind, I turned next to the girls strange behavior. They were sweet girls, both were very cute and had fine figures. They were just the height that I liked — not too tall, and their hair and eyes were again just what I liked in a girl. They had always been nice to talk to, and certainly I had fantasized about them. However, they had never shown the sexual interest in me that they had the day before. I knew from talking to them that their mother kept a tight rein on them, and didn't let them go out much. What would cause them to show so much desire for me yesterday?

Admittedly, they had saved my life and were worried about me, but was that enough to account for the kisses they had given me or allowing me to rub their inner thighs up under their skirts! I didn't think so. Something else was involved here, but I had no idea what it might be. Whatever was responsible, I had certainly enjoyed it.

Day 8 & 9

The next couple of days dragged by. The food wasn't any better, and I couldn't get out of bed. Had to use a bedpan. I did get my cell phone back and called my lawyer. He came to see me the next day.

Day 10

Gary's father had been my dad's lawyer. He had retired long before my dad died, and Gary took his place. I just kept him on as my lawyer after dad's death. He was familiar with our businesses and our personal finances and dealings. He had been a great help when my dad died, a couple of years ago.

Gary told me that the dog's owner had already filed suit over the dogs death. I told him to sue for medical costs. What about pain and suffering he asked. I replied that the pain hadn't been too bad. Of course, I had been on pain killers.

The next day the doctor changed my pain medication to something less addicting and milder. I called Gary and told him to add pain and suffering. I could almost hear him smile over the phone. I also told him that I needed someone to cut my grass and take care of my yard while I was laid up. Our subdivision is a real stickler on lawn appearance. He had a guy who took care of his lawn and would get him to do mine also. He would add the cost to my bill.

I had been bored to death the last few days. The concussion was better and I could sit up and was awake a lot more now. They had also removed the IV, several days ago. I asked Gary if he could send me some paper and pens so I could do some writing.

Day 11

Gary's secretary, Marion, arrived this morning with paper, pens, folders and a lap desk for me. She also brought a charger for my cell phone. I sketched out a few ideas that day for stories.

Day 12

The girls returned after six days. I didn't see their mother with them and wondered how they had gotten here. They explained that they had come with their girl friend in her boyfriend's car. The two of them were off somewhere private. I figured they were being intimate.

Again the girls were very happy to see me, even more so than the last visit. They sat on the bed again facing me. They had on medium length skirts and white pull-over sweaters that were not tucked into the skirt, but came down over top of it for several inches. They lifted their skirts and placed them over my hands. When nothing happened, they both reached down and moved my hands up on their inner thighs. I started rubbing their inner thighs and they kept creeping forward just a little at a time until I made contact with their mounds. There were no panties intervening, and I stroked their soft, fine-haired pussies.

Shortly both girls began to shake and moan quietly. Very soon they were both quite wet. When their breathing had returned somewhat to normal, they both said, "Thank you, Dave. That was so nice."

Then they looked at each other and Malinda said, "Me first."

Belinda answered, "OK - I'll keep watch," and she got up and went over by the door.

Malinda bent in toward me and started kissing me. She reached down and took my free hand, and pushed it up under her sweater. That was when I discovered that they didn't have any bras on either! God, she had great feeling breasts and her nipples were hard already and standing proud.

Malinda moved the blanket and sheet down and pushed the hospital gown up to expose my cock. I have to admit that I have a decent sized cock. It's about seven and a half inches long and reasonably fat. Malinda bent down, kissed the head and started to lick up and down the shaft. God, that felt good! I knew I couldn't last long if she kept that up. She didn't. Instead she took the head in her mouth and started to gently suck on it.

This was followed by her bobbing her head up and down. I had put my right hand on the back of her head while keeping the left on her breast. Her bobbing up and down was all it took. I pulled her head toward me. My cock slid into the back of her mouth and my nuts pumped out all of the pent-up baby juice I had right into the back of her mouth and throat. It was more than she could handle. She started to gage, but managed to control herself. The excess leaked out between my cock and her lips. Luckily she had come prepared with a handkerchief in her skirt pocket and cleaned up the excess.

She kept me in her mouth and cleaned me off, though with some difficulty because of her ragged breathing.

"Oh God, thank you, Dave!" she finally moaned. She took the handkerchief and stuffed it up between her thighs. Looking at me, she blushed, and said, "I'm leaking kind of badly and don't want to get a stain on the skirt. Mama wouldn't be very understanding." I was still rubbing and playing with her breast, and said,

"No, she wouldn't. Thank you, Sweetie."

Belinda interrupted us with, "My turn now."

Malinda got up, a little shakily, and went over to the door. She whispered something to Belinda who came over to the bed to take her place. She put one of my hands under her skirt right up against her pussy and the other hand up under her sweater on her breast and started to move it around. Oh my God, she felt as good or better than her sister had. She was so warm and sweet smelling. Her breasts were firm and the nipples already standing proud. Belinda leaned in and started to kiss me. She moaned in my mouth. God, this girl was hot! When we broke the kiss, she started pulling on my dick. Her sweet, soft hand felt better than mine ever had.

With all of this stimulation, I was soon hard again. Then she started to lick and suck my cock. Soon she took me into her mouth and started to bob up and down on it. At the same time, she was rubbing and playing with my balls.

Again it didn't take long before this sweet young girl had me ready to blow my load down her throat. The trouble this time was one hand was trapped between her thighs and rather wet. The other hand, the one that had been on her breast, had come out of her sweater when she leaned over to take me in her mouth, and was now trapped between our bodies. It turned out I didn't need either hand. She took me deep in her mouth just as I was ready to blow and started swallowing rapidly as I shot load after load of baby juice into her mouth and throat.

When I stopped spurting, she let me fall out of her mouth and she fell forward against my right leg. She was crying and her breathing was very ragged. She didn't move for several minutes. Finally she pulled herself somewhat together, and moved back and licked me clean. She then stuffed the handkerchief up in her pussy when she released my hand, which she also licked clean.

"Oh God, Dave!" she moaned, still breathing hard.

"Are you going to be OK?" I asked her.

"Please hold me for just a minute," she sobbed. She moved closer to me, and I put my arms around her while she put her head on my shoulder. I could still feel little shakes and quivers running through her body as she leaned up against me for several minutes. After a time she quieted down, but didn't remove her head from my shoulder. She started to cry quietly and tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the hospital gown.

"Are you going to be all right?" I asked after a while. "Are you ashamed of what we did?" I wanted to know.

"Oh Dave, I would never be ashamed of anything we do. It made me feel soo good. I never knew that anything could feel that good. Please don't ever make me leave you. I don't know what I would do without you," Belinda moaned and started to cry quietly again.

God, I was thinking, these girls are so sweet and so fantastic. How in the world did I deserve this? But I needed to say something, so they would know that I wanted them to stay with me.

"It's all right, Sweetie. You can both stay with me as long as you like," I told them

"Oh thank you, Dave," she moaned after a few minutes. Malinda had returned from the doorway and cuddled up next to me also. I had two sweet young redheads resting on my shoulders and I had an arm around each of them. I am not sure how long we sat there like that, as I had closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. Eventually, I heard a female voice calling their names,

"Belinda, Malinda, we need to go home now." I looked up and there was another young girl standing in the door. The girls both looked up, and Malinda said, "OK, Kay. We will be right with you."

She came around the bed and helped Belinda up and they both went into the room's lavatory and washed their faces and hands. They also adjusted their clothes. When they came out, they came over to the bed and each gave me a little kiss and said, "We have to go now, Dave. We'll see you later." I gave them a piece of paper with my cell number on it. Some time later another cute nurse brought dinner in.

Day 13

The doctor again changed my medications, a different less powerful pain-killer and other medications. My leg had also really started to itch in addition to the pain in it. Dr. John told me on his rounds that that was normal and indicated it was healing. It didn't feel like healing to me. The bandages had also been removed today. My first look at the leg was not encouraging. It was red and puffy where it wasn't black and blue. There were an awful lot of stitches visible, also. I was not a happy camper.

In the afternoon, Gary, my lawyer came to by to tell me about the suit that the dog's owner had brought against me for wrongful death of his pet. This boy had to be a real asshole. Gary said that he and my insurance company were in turn suing him for several million dollars for injury, pain and suffering, hospital bills and other medical treatment and expenses.

Gary told me that he had already checked with the sheriff and gotten copies of their pictures and other evidence. He was seeing the medical examiner tomorrow for copies of his report on the dog's autopsy. Dr John had supplied pictures and a written report on the damage to my leg. Gary would let me know when the court date was. It wasn't likely anytime soon.

Gary had been to my house and brought me some of my music collection, and a small plug-in CD player. It was a good thing as I was having trouble concentrating for long, and the writing was not going well. It would be easier to listen to the music for a while with my eyes closed. In no time I dropped off to sleep. The same cute nurse woke me for dinner. The food wasn't any better. I finished the day with more music.

The next three days dragged by. The itching in my leg was reduced some and the pain had eased up some also. Maybe it was the new medications. It was easier to think about writing and the music definitely helped. The girls had called twice and we had talked for a half-hour or so each time. They were anxious to return but had no way to get here.

Day 17

The girls showed up this afternoon with their mother. This time she stayed in the room. She was over by the window this time

Malinda and Belinda both sat on the bed facing me again. They leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I would love to run my hands over them, but not with their mother there. Belinda was sitting on my left side and was the first to notice my leg was out in the open air.

"Dave, can we see your leg?" she asked. I pulled the sheet aside so they could look at it. It had improved a little in the last couple of days, but was still very ugly. The swelling had gone down some and it wasn't quite as red. It was not itching as bad either.

When Belinda saw it, she broke out in tears. Malinda moved to look at it, and she started to cry also. They moaned, "Oh Dave," as they sank back down on the bed on either side of me. Belinda just leaned in and cried on my shoulder. Her body was shaking and she was sobbing through her tears. Malinda just sat there for a while and cried.

Their mother, Margie, could not see the leg from where she was, and said in a disgruntled voice, "Girls, what is the matter with you?"

"Oh mama, it's so awful," Malinda managed through her tears.

"What are you talking about?" Margie asked in a disgruntled voice as she came toward the bed. Soon she was close enough to see the leg herself. She turned quite pale, and said, "Oh dear. I had no idea it was that bad." She turned away so she could no longer see it. As she headed for the door, she said, "I'll be in the waiting room. Don't be too long here."

As soon as their mother was gone both girls reached for a hand and placed it under their skirts on the inside of their thighs. Again they had no panties on, and they were both leaning on my shoulders now. I kissed each of them and licked and kissed their ears also. Both of my hands were busy rubbing their clits and moving fingers in and out of their sweet pussies. They both started to coo in their throats and then moan softly. They also turned their heads so I could kiss their lips in turn.

As they got closer to an orgasm, they both moved their head again so both of them could kiss my face at the same time. I had shaved that morning, luckily, as before I had several days of beard. God, but they were so sweet and so hot!

Suddenly, both girls backed off and shoved a hand in their mouth to stifle the noise as they came from my attention to their pussies. After a short time, they both had their heads back on my shoulders, and the shuddering of their bodies had subsided to no more than a long sob. When the sobs had also subsided, they both looked up at me, and said together, "Thank you, Dave."