Chapter 2

Catherine and I relaxed on the king bed on the flight down to Fort Lauderdale. We chatted like old friends and new lovers, as my jet took us to Florida where I hoped to discover the next chapter of my life.

Since I didn't die, maybe the Universe was done with me. Maybe the Universe was paused until I was needed, again.

But I knew the truth.

It was not time for me to jump ahead. There was something very important for Kevin to accomplish. When it was done, I accepted the fact that I'd be moved on to another body. My life was gone when the truck hit my Toyota the first time. Everything else was me doing the work of a power far beyond me.

I ordered a car and driver, and he met our plane at Atlantic Aviation at the airport in Boca Raton.

Our first stop was the Ritz Carlton where I booked the Ambassador Suite. We had lunch delivered to the suite and enjoyed relaxing on the super king sized bed. Catherine finally gave it up and we made love non-stop for two and half hours.

After months of recovering from one injury after another, I finally felt like myself when I came inside Catherine for the third time.

Our evening was perfect. We showered, dressed, and dined out on the island, at a restaurant overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. After dinner we enjoyed a romantic walk on the beach and a scrumptious cheese cake at an oceanfront bar and grill, before calling for our driver and riding back to the Ritz.

When we'd brushed our teeth, washed up, and got ready for bed, Catherine stretched out like a cat and said, "What is it about you? I've never given myself to a man with so little thought before. That first night, in my family home, I couldn't wait to feel your hands on me. Now that we've finally done it, I can't wait to do it again.

"I feel so good ... It doesn't make much sense, but it sure feels good.

"You know, that's not really me, Kevin." Catherine was saying one thing, but her body was asking for something else, so I dropped my shorts, crawled across the acres of mattress, and removed her nightgown using only my teeth. When I bit down on the strap, and began to drag it down and off her shoulders, Catherine squirmed, sighed, and squeaked, when I bit her nipple on the way by.

It took a good half hour to completely undress and distract Catherine, but when she finally came, it was epic. Her nipples bulged even bigger, while her skin flushed. As the pleasure peak arrived, Catherine lifted her hips, spread her legs impossibly wide, and used both hands to pull my face deeper into her core.

Long before she was finished coming, I rose up and slid inside her so softly that she opened her eyes to prove to herself that it really did happen. Stretched wide and arched backwards, she lost feeling for just a few seconds, then snapped her legs closed around me, pulling me tight with arms suddenly fierce and demanding. We set up a comfortable rhythm, that gave me confidence that I could stay with her as long as it took her to find her special completion.

When she gurgled out her climax, I relaxed and poured myself out into her hungry body.

In the afterglow of great sex, Catherine wanted to talk. "So, if I understand what you said earlier, you won all of Fornier's money, and his houses, cars, boats, and planes? That sounds like a lot. How do you plan to deal with it all?"

I smiled, and Catherine got very interested, all of a sudden. "If we like the beach house, we'll move in and stay a while to see how much we like it after a few months. If we don't, well, that's what realtors are for..."

"Do you have any idea what you want to do with the rest of your life, Kevin? It could be a very long life, and you are rich, extremely well paid, don't need to work, and you are amazingly grown up and settled down, for a sixteen-year-old. If I may say so from hands on experience, you are a wonderful lover. Put it all together and how do you think you want to fill in the next ... say ... five years? Let's start there."

Her smile was cute when she said that, and I decided to give it some thought. The bed was very comfortable, but it was not time to even think about sleeping. I'd slept a lot in the last three months and needed activity, both physical and mental that did not get me shot, to build up my stamina.

Catherine was the embodiment of the sexy, woman-of-the-world, as she reclined against a stack of pillows, naked, with a corner of the sheet trapped between her legs. Her satiny hair spread out around her on the top pillow, and her pink tinged skin cried out for attention.

Thinking about what was underneath the corner of that sheet, did nothing to help me decide what I wanted to do for the next five years, but it sure helped me imagine my life for the next hour, or two.

Later...

"Seriously, Kevin. I get paid to go where you go, and do whatever you choose to do, but you have to have some kind of plan, or you're going to spend your time wandering around, trying to figure out what to do next. Do you want to talk about it, or would you like me to shut up and let you decide when to decide?"

She was cute, and right. We were both languidly lying across that great big bed, and enjoying doing nothing much for a change, and I wasn't really ready to dive into the task of making hard choices about the next forty years of a life that I knew I would never get to live.

Except...

I couldn't tell her that...

If I hadn't told Beth Ann and Colleen, they might not have gone out of my life, or at least, I could have met them pretending it was the first time, and tried to put us back together as a family. My one big indiscretion was opening up to my family this last time and having it bite me big time. I wasn't about to make that mistake again anytime soon.