Chapter 447: Not a Sole Savior

More like show them what the tornado would have been done to them if they hadn’t found shelter or gotten dragged to shelter.

“Before any of you say anything about Ellen and me saving lots of lives, we didn’t. All we did was tell people to get to cover. I may have grabbed a few that couldn’t keep up, but so did all the bigger kids. Everyone worked together. If anyone needs recognition, it is Ellen. She felt something wasn’t right and found me so we could tell the camp office,” I told them.

“Well, that uncomfortable part of the discussion went easier than we expected,” Zeke laughed.

Lily’s dad then brought up the other subject, money.

Taking a deep breath and sighing, I said, “You will all get statements from the hospital for the bills I am paying. File those with your insurance and put any money they reimburse you in your kid’s college fund or start one if you don’t have it already. If you haven’t heard already, I was on this trip with a friend of mine going to her father’s resorts to ensure things ran smoothly. One happened to be where insanely rich people go for two weeks and agree not to try to kill each other. I met this guy named Darren, who turned out to be some head of all those families, whatever that means. We hit it off in the few minutes we hung out together. When he died suddenly in the fall, he told his people to give me all of his money and stuff. I’m not bragging, so please don’t take it this way, but I could give everyone in the camp right now one-hundred-million dollars and not even see the bank balance change from being in the tens-of-billions of dollars. While not public knowledge, such as something reported on CoxNews or trending on HerTwit, I run four foster-care mini-cities. They are fully secured better than any prisons, except these are designed to keep people out, not prevent kids from leaving when they want. We provide everything, including the best medical care in the world, for free, to the kids in my care.”

I let that sink in while I made myself some lunch.

“The billing lady was doing her job of making sure the hospital would get paid since I used a credit card. It annoyed me, so I just wired them a million dollars and left. I told them that none of you would get any bills for any services related to yesterday and any follow-up visits to the hospital. I know full well that it won’t cost more than a hundred thousand dollars, including Lily and Grant’s surgeries,” I told everyone here. “No one here knew Molly or me when we came to visit three years ago as fifteen-year-olds, and yet you let us come stay and took care of us. Everyone here is some of the best people I have ever met in my life. The people from the towns around here could have waited for us to call for help if we called at all, but they came running when they heard a tornado likely touched down in the camp. Now the hospital needed to be sure they had someone paying the bill, but once I told them I took temporary guardianship of all the kids from camp, which I am licensed to do anywhere in the United States at my discretion, they went all out to be sure we were all ok. Why did I give them so much? Because I wanted to be sure that if something like this happens to the summer camp ten miles away, those kids and adults get the same level of treatment given to us. I know that at least half of those kids get scholarships to attend because their families don’t have the money to send them, and few have any medical insurance.”

Zeke piped up to add, “Folks, most of you are middle-class. Some have more than others. Some have less. His money to that hospital means the difference between stitches or surgical strips glued on both sides. Lily will have an almost invisible scar versus looking like a bullet wound, as Grant will have. David is an upstanding young man who has risked his life twice to help strangers. I can see why the person he met gave him all this money. David is putting that money to use in helping others instead of only helping himself.”

“Oh. I thought we got David here for me to hug him for taking such good care of my girls and making sure they got somewhere safe,” a woman said as she came over to hug me. “We had enough warning to get them out of the lake before it got hit by lightning.”

That got me hugged, and my hand shook as everyone got to thank me for listening to Ellen to have an announcement made of possible bad weather.

Some mothers pulled me off to the side to discuss Ellen’s problems “down between her legs.”

She has told some of the kids, so no harm here.

“You’ve all met Ellen by now, or at least been around her briefly. She would have been feral if not for her father instilling many values that ensured she realized that she was a human, not a wild animal. According to the doctor, instead of getting a wild hair up in her butt, she somehow got it in her uterus and fallopian tubes. It was irritating things inside there and making her feel off. Nothing showed on X-Rays, MRIs, or CT scans, but the gynecologist at the foster care mini-city we were visiting is very thorough. She gave Ellen meds with antibiotics, but she added a sedative to some of them. They do something to correct a problem with Ellen’s hormones. Before we came to camp, she was an A-cup and with some hairs. They caught whatever it was soon enough to make the adjustments, but it caused some reversions on her development,” I started explaining.

A woman, who was a pediatric gynecologist and pediatrician, said, “I’m not sure I would have attempted to adjust her hormones that drastically. You do have top-notch endocrinologists to make those decisions for those in your care. What I do know is that it wouldn’t affect her ability to masturbate or have intercourse. I overheard her tell my son that it hurt if she tried to play with herself or put anything inside her.”

I laughed and said, “Thank you for the concern, but all is well with her in that regard. The doctor didn’t want her to masturbate or have intercourse in any form for two weeks. To ensure that the procedure they had to do to get into her immature uterus didn’t cause scarring or healing. One of the pills Ellen takes four times a day causes her discomfort if her clit gets stimulated or anything goes in her vagina. I know the doctor made that very clear to Ellen. She also explained that it didn’t affect nipple stimulation, her getting wet from arousal, or anal sex. The latter grossing her out enough that she doesn’t have an interest in trying that anytime soon.”

“Oh, I would never have considered administering something to a patient to cause them discomfort as a way to discourage what might cause complications,” the pediatrician said. “Does Ellen understand this fully?”

“Ellen gets that if she doesn’t take her pills every six hours, her butt is going to hurt. If she takes them, part of her will be in pain if she does what the doctor told her not to do,” I told them. “Then we have her decision that she wasn’t ready to let others start touching her body sexually, yet. I don’t have any problems with that, and we did talk about it.”

A mom told me, “My daughter and son both mentioned that to me, separately, over the last week. I had to explain that just because she made them feel good didn’t mean she wanted them to do so for her in return. It blew their minds.”

“It appears that Ellen may have only recently become David’s daughter. Ellen learned, quickly, how to get others off fast and hard,” the young woman said. “My sisters and cousins will be trying very hard to show her how much they appreciated her getting them to safety yesterday.”

I joked, “I hope they don’t make her playing hide and seek because she won’t take long to find them all. They would never locate her.”

“Oh, not in that way, David. My son freaks out when he wakes up with morning wood. My daughter is sure it is a sin to masturbate, which didn’t come from her father or me. No, both are doing what they do best, which is never shut up. I’m sure they are talking her ears off. The night she stayed in our cabin, the kids talked late into the night. Ellen wasn’t sleepy and spoke to my older daughters about girl stuff. She wanted to know about their bodies changing, shaving legs and pits, body odor, pussy odor, and things like that. My girls were so happy to tell her all sorts of things she needed to know. You’re a great dad, David, and know more about a girl or woman’s body than most of us. That still doesn’t mean she wanted to learn that stuff from you instead of another girl,” a mom told me.

We talked about parent things and life in general.

“Mom! Mom!” a thirteen-year-old girl screamed out excitedly. “We used that science stuff from school last year to get a deer free. He was what someone said was a thirteen-point one, but I’m not sure what you have to do to get the points. It was angry and making a lot of noise when Ellen got near it, but she did something to calm it right now. Ellen made us stay far away and only use long branches to lift stuff so someone else could use sticks tied together in a triangle to pull the other things out of the way. Even when we got the deer clear so that he could run away, he didn’t. Ellen went all around him, and he let her check him for injuries. What she found she said would not make him easy prey, slapped him on the butt, and he took off.”

“She learned young, it seems,” Zeke joked and completely confused the girl. “Ellen had him by the balls. Never met anyone brave enough to try it before I met her.”

A boy came in and said that Ellen was carrying a bobcat here that needed help. She had somehow made something that put it to sleep.

When Ellen came in, she had a bobcat kitten and said, “This one is about two months old. The mother and the other kitten got shredded by the snapped-off trees thrown about by the tornado. This little girl had a big gash down her side, but she is healthy otherwise. I know how to stitch her up, but she would just pick it out. We need to have that dissolvable thread they talked about at the hospital. If we cut her claws back slightly, she won’t be able to scratch us for a few days.”

One of the women that ran the camp came up behind Ellen to give her a big hug.

“Sweet girl. You are as bad as your father, or so I am told, about finding strays that need a home. For someone who lived alone in the woods for eleven years, you have some great friends. I came here to get you because you have guests. Bring your kitten along. I think he can help better than any of the doctors here,” the woman said.

Now I’m curious. Who would come to see Ellen?

When we got to the camp office, I got my answer. The truck of the same animal control officer took Sarah Jane and her cubs to Ellen’s Father’s RV, where Ellen lived until I found and adopted her. He had a nine and eleven-year-old girl standing beside him. Both had on hunting knives the length of their upper leg, a tactical handgun in a custom cross-chest holster that worked as a bandolier. The smaller one had a twenty-two slung over her back, the sister a lever-action 410 shotgun.

I pulled the animal control officer to the side and asked, “There are a lot of trapped animals along the tornado’s path. Many are just suffering. Can you girls put down any that need it and do what they can for the others?”

“Without batting an eye. Why?” he asked.

“You think they can do it naked? It is a nudist camp. Ellen is going crazy not being able to go hunting. She got four turkeys and an ice chest full of skinned catfish the first day we were here because some kids said she was lying about her past and being able to hunt,” I told him.

He smiled and said, “You know you can trust me to keep my mouth shut. Since we arrived, both girls have been trying to get out of their clothes, but I told them they were not here to go streaking. Let me go see what Ellen brought me, and you go get the girls changed into their hunting gear.”

He explained that I was Ellen’s dad and that they were going to do wildlife rescue, even if that was humanely taking away their pain. The thing was that they dressed wrong to go hunting with Ellen. I was going to help them with that while he checked the bobcat kitten. Leigh was nine, Kirsten was eleven.

“Leigh and Kirsten, strip, and then put your socks and boots back on. I have to go through your stuff to find what you need,” I told them.

Well, that makes things easy. They have harnesses with places to put ammunition.

“If you want to keep up with Ellen, the handguns stay here. You are likely to lose them and don’t need the extra weight. I can make these harnesses work differently to let you have ammo but not need to wear pants or panties with them. I’m going to have my hand between your legs getting this in place. Sorry, I won’t be playing with you down there, just getting you ready to go,” I told them.

Kirsten took the harness from me. She put in on in a way that was better than what I had in my mind. She moved her extra shotgun shells over to the pockets and then strapped her knife back on her leg. Kirsten got a different sling for her shotgun that let her put more ammo places on the strap and have it fit better for running. She walked over to see what her dad was doing with the bobcat kitten.

As I got Leigh ready, she whispered, “Kirsten just found out that tickling herself between the legs makes her wet as if she peed now that she got some hairs and her chest started to grow bigger. Seeing your long wiener got her all wet down there, and her tickle place was sticking out. She didn’t want you to see. Mine wants me, or you, to tickle it, but it is so small, and I’m all fat on the sides down there, so you can’t see it. But you can if I do this.”

She put her foot on my leg and pulled her plump mound open to show me her clit, and that, surprisingly, she was wet. There was also a thin covering of thin, long, transparent hairs.

“It started doing that for me months before Kirsten. I told Daddy, and he took me to the doctor. They said I was perfectly healthy and that my body was supposed to behave that way when doing that. Kirsten only started rubbing herself recently. I do it a lot, and she never knew why I would touch myself like that,” Leigh explained. “I wanted you to know, so you didn’t think that you touching me down there made that happen. I haven’t gotten to be anywhere in private to rub myself. Don’t tell Kirsten, but I have bigger boobs than hers. I’m just chubby right now, and it hides them. I have more hair too. My doctor said that if my sister had eaten better, she would have started getting her boobs around my age. I will be ten soon.”