Chapter two
I heard his voice arguing with the nurse on duty. I looked out to find him waving his right hand encased in a black glove around in the air. Steven looked exactly the same and the image of him brought forth these memories of how he had manipulated my body for hours.
“I have an appointment and I’m not waiting any longer. Let me go if you know what’s good for you. I’m not being a combatant, but I will show you what combatant looks like if you want me to.” A security guard was standing nearby, but so far, he did not try to intervene.
“Try to calm down. Samantha is running a little late with another client. I’m not going to ask you again to sit down and stay quiet. I would think somebody born and bred in the military would know how to follow orders. You’re not the only one that demands her time. It shouldn’t be much longer.” Nurse Crandall was my last line of defense and she was never argumentative. My thoughts of him were interrupted by my present client.
“I appreciate everything you have done for me, Samantha. I will be here for my next appointment bright and early. Have a nice day.” Jamison could be very condescending and tell me exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Your leg is 50% better than it was the first time you came in here two months ago. I would say that you are making a remarkable improvement. There’s still a lot of work to do, but I know with your kind of perseverance that you will battle through to the other side.” He was seething with resentment, but it wasn’t the first time I had seen a man come through those doors with the weight of the world on their shoulders.
“You’ve done what others claim they could and couldn’t do. I don’t feel restricted by my movements. I still need the cane, but it helps to know that you have been a woman of your word. I can’t say the same thing for others.” He was looking for a fight and in his current state of mind; he was going to find it.
“Don’t do anything rash and impulsive. You have every right to feel angry and nobody can refute that. You are on the right path. I don’t want you to do anything to derail all the hard work I’ve done.” I had shown him the way to his salvation, but the pain he had endured would have crippled most people.
“I know I have been talking crazy. You don’t have to worry about me. My life is far better now that I have met you. I don’t pretend to have feelings for you. That would be foolish. I do have a debt to repay and I always make good.” He was being purposely vague.
I let him hobble out the door without questioning him further. He had a purpose. I was worried what his newfound recovery was going to make him do to retaliate against those who left him to rot in a Cambodian prison for five years. I probably would’ve had revenge in my heart and want nothing more than to exact my pound of flesh.
Steven had not paid the price in the same way. He was never imprisoned or tortured until he broke under the pressure. Jamison had told me some of the details trying to get it off his chest. It was the best way to take the power away from his ordeal.
“I don’t know what the holdup is, but my patience is wearing thin.” I gave a nonverbal cue to the security guard to make sure he knew I had everything in hand.
“I apologize for the delay, Steven. It was unavoidable. You won’t be billed for this session. I know the military in their infinite wisdom has signed off on your treatment. I didn’t have to do much convincing to make them foot the expense.” He was reluctant to take off the glove and was pacing the floor wearing a hole in my blue faded carpeting.
“I know it’s uncomfortable, but I need to see what I’m working with.” I was trying to be impartial, but his body was permanently burned into my memory.
“I can’t bring myself to take it off. You do it for me and I will turn away.” I took a hold of the leather glove and peeled it from his hands 1 inch at a time. It reminded me of how I had done the same with his underwear that night.
“I have your file on hand and I believe I can help you, but it will take time. Try and move any of the five fingers as much as you can.” I remembered how he moved underneath me and what his hands could do when properly motivated.
He wiggled his index finger and his little finger, but the rest was immobile. He was cursing a blue streak underneath his breath with the effort. I had to make him a promise I wasn’t sure I could keep.
“Don’t say that you can help when you can’t. I’ve been to several specialists and some of them say it’s all in my head. Can you believe they have the unmitigated gall to tell me that it’s psychological?” It was physical, but in order for him to recover, he was going to have to tackle his mental block.
He was wearing blue jeans with black combat boots and an open black shirt with a green army tee shirt underneath. His hair was in tangles and didn’t look like he had put a brush through it in days. He had a few days’ growth of beard making him look frantic and disheveled.
My green scrubs were covered with a white lab coat, but having him in my presence excited those distant memories in the back of my mind.
Touching his hand brought with it the way that he hammered his hips in between my thighs with his hands holding me down. Nothing had stopped us from expressing ourselves physically under the influence of whatever liquid fire was consumed from the bottle.
“It might be partially psychological, but the rest is physical. I hope your sister mentioned going into therapy or maybe a support group. I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you’re not the only one hurting. You can use their strength to fight back against overwhelming odds. We will start with a few exercises to limber up those digits.” I curled his hand around a ball, but he wasn’t able to hold it.
I wasn’t one to give up easily. I made him do it several times even when he was ready to give up. It was all about muscle memory. I had to retrain his mind and his body to work together. They were fighting each other. Surgery was possible, but I didn’t believe it was going to come down to that.
“I don’t want some shrink to know classified information. What I know has to go to my grave without telling a single soul. The military brass has a specific support group for men of my caliber. You are a slave driver. It’s no wonder you haven’t been able to nail down a man.” I wanted to slap him for his lack of tact.
I had to remind myself there was the big possibility he had no idea of our physical interaction. I remembered for the two of us. No man before him had been able to make me moan with that volume. We had people in the next rooms pounding on the wall of the seedy motel asking us to bring down the decibel.
I was behind him and I couldn’t help but look at him with a more personal desire. Two months and I could still feel the way that his fingers moved down my spine to play it like a xylophone. He had the magic touch and knew what buttons to push to make me squeal in submission.
“I wouldn’t say that. I’ve had one man who has climbed head and shoulders above the others. He was a machine and had me clawing his back with my fingernails leaving my mark. You really don’t want to hear about my extraordinary love life. That man had everything going for him. He wasn’t selfish about his own needs. I lost count how many times I came underneath his experienced fingers and tongue.” I had his attention and he was absorbing every word I was saying.
I could see a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but it didn’t remain for long. He touched my cheek and I closed my eyes to the feel of his fingers on my delicate skin.
“You have always deserved the world. I’m glad he made you feel that way. I had an experience similar to the one you had. I was scheduled to ship out the next day. She was the one to talk to me.” I could still hear his slurred words and the line he used to try to get into my pants.
I was moving his fingers back and forth and I thought I saw an involuntary twitch of his thumb. I was careful not to make mention of it in case it was an optical illusion.
“I would really like to hear more. I’ve been friends with your family for quite some time and I feel that I have a personal connection. Let me be a sounding board for those feelings you don’t want to talk about. This woman must’ve been something special. Don’t tell me that she was an anonymous fling and never thought about again.” I was directing him and hoping that the next few words out of his mouth weren’t going to make me want to kick him where the sun didn’t shine.
“I was nervous about my deployment. I found courage at the bottom of a tequila bottle. She was very kind, but I don’t remember much about the conversation. I do recall the purple sweater. Her face was a blur, but her body is something I will never forget. She was insatiable and knew tricks that would make a grown man fall on his sword of fidelity. I thought she was a high priced escort, but the discussion of money never came up.” He had equated his time with me to the professional services of those that were paid by the hour.
“I think we need to explore these feelings a little deeper. Dinner is on me tomorrow night after our session. I know this quaint pizza place that offers it by the slice. They have different kinds. They pride themselves on delivering tastes from around the world. If my memory serves me, I do believe you have a bit of a guilty obsession when it comes to pizza.” He was looking at me strangely and I didn’t want him to uncover the truth easily.
“I would like to try this new place with you. You don’t have to talk me into it. I’m not sure how much talking we’re going to do with our mouth occupied. I can eat a whole pizza with my metabolism burning it off.” He was built like nobody’s business but I wanted to rip off his clothes.
I wanted to throw him down on the massage table to release what was building up inside of him. I could see there was one in the chamber ready to go off with the slightest provocation. I had no idea what experience he had in the military. Did he have the chance to experience the local cuisine? Did he take the risk of making friends with those of impressionable values?
“I’ve been known to polish off a pizza pie from time to time. You might have met your match. I can drink anybody under the table. I pride myself on my competitive spirit. I’m not going to let you win to spare your ego.” I had him screaming bloody murder and was enjoying the sickening display of my revenge.
“I’m glad we are friends. Anybody else doing this would’ve gotten a fat lip by now. I’ve had my other fist ready to go from the moment you started working on me. You have no idea what kind of willpower it took to keep from showing you my other side.” I wasn’t gentle and I might have pushed him a little further than I usually did in the first session.
His eyes were the windows to the soul. One look and I felt weak in the knees. There was nothing more to do other than wait for him to return the next day. I was hoping in the time away that his memory would rekindle those thoughts of my body in the throes of passion. He didn’t have to know my face, but I wanted him to recall the little things about my body. I wanted him to open his eyes when he finally saw me revealed in all my glory.
“I think you’ll find that swinging your fist in anger will only land you on the floor looking up at me. I wouldn’t test me and others have tried and were never quite the same again. I don’t have to warn you. I could let nature take its course and embarrass you.” He wasn’t sure how to take my last statement, but I was hoping that he would try his luck and find out where it was going to get him.
He left, but I had come very close to screaming that he was going to be a father. I don’t know what stopped me. I needed to see how the next few days progressed. Getting physical was going to be next to impossible.