“Yes, of course. Please be seated and I will pull his records and see who the surgeon was and see if we can arrange the consultation.”
Shaking with excitement, she fumed as she looked through the computer. It was as if the record had been purged. She turned and started searching the many rows of colorful files behind her. After several starts and stops she pulled out a file. She put down the file and picked up the phone and called the doctor. Frank heard the page go out over the speaker system. “The doctor will be right with you,” she told Frank as she set the phone down. “His name is Dr. Sanchez, he said he remembered your “friend” for a couple of the same reasons I did.”
A few moments later, Dr. Sanchez entered the reception area. Frank stood up to shake the Doctors hand when the doctors said without any preamble, “I cannot tell you anything about your friend. That would be illegal and jeopardize my license. I am sorry,” and then he quickly walked away.
Frank shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the receptionist. “I need to find this man. If you or someone you know helps me, there will be more money like I have already given you.”
She nodded that she understood and she accepted one of Frank’s business cards. She tucked it away in the Fort Knox of her bra and there it percolated.
22
“Damn,” Joe was thinking, “it´s five-fifteen and she’s not here.” He began to pace in front of the shop where Sherine worked and stopped to look in the window for a minute. He paced some more, inexplicably nervous. The late afternoon sun was bouncing off the plate glass and though a cool night, he was starting to sweat. “I´ll give her a few more minutes before I call her. I don’t want to seem too anxious.” He stopped and tugged on an ear. Laughing to himself, he shook his head in wonderment. “God, I feel like a love sick teenager!”
Just then Sherine walked around the corner and immediately started apologizing for the delay. “I´m so sorry, Joe, I just could not decide what dress to wear. I hope I´m not too over dressed, … or under.”
Joe looked at her and felt a stir in his crotch. He focused on her firm breasts. Her small nipples were making lovely little orb impressions against the sheer material of her dress. He could see she had no bra on and, to him, they were picture-perfect. Her flowing blonde hair sparked highlights as it flirted with the last of the sun’s rays. He got his breath and said, “My God, I mean, I mean you look stunning Sherine!”
She smiled and hung her head, truly pleased. “Are you ready? Dinner is waiting and I´m anxious to hear more about you,” She slipped her arm in his. “Where are you parked?” He pointed to the last car left in the small lot immediately in front of the store. “Oh its’ beautiful Joe,” she said sincerely. The big black BMW seemed oversized to her. He opened the door for her and helped her settle in.
At the restaurant Sherine managed to keep the conversation mostly about Joe and his famous court cases. She was a good listener and he was enjoying himself thoroughly. He was a little reluctant to tell her about all his cases but she was able to get more information about him then he had told anyone in years. Joe was finally able to ask a few questions about her life and family. “So Sherine, it sounds like you’ve had an interesting life so far.”
“Oh yes,” she replied, “my dad had a family business that I helped run for years and then he sold it. It was very interesting. He had a modeling agency. That is why I have an interest in modeling … and design of course. My mom was a model before she met my dad. She lives in San Diego now. I do miss her so.”
She set her fork down and reached across the table and took his hand. Changing the subject she said, “Dinner was wonderful Joe, but I’m so full! Gosh, I haven’t eaten that much since last Thanksgiving I think!” She laughed and squeezed his hand. “Let’s go for a walk. Don’t you think that would be a good idea Joe? It’s such a pretty night. Hey, I know; you mentioned your boat earlier, couldn’t we walk along the water and go see it?”
“Yes, sure! That’s a great idea! It’s at the Canaveral Port Marina. We can have a couple drinks at the marina and then tour the boat. It isn´t much, but it´s perfect for a quick jaunt to the Bahamas.”
“Really,” Sherine said as she smiled. “That would be fun. I want to go someday.”
“Ok, it’s easy. We usually just motor down the inter-coastal to West Palm. I know all kinds of great places to stop and it’s really fun. Once we are in West Palm, it’s an easy straight shot of only about fifty miles to the Islands.” During the whole conversation Joe was feeling his Viagra burning a hole in his pocket. “How about we go and have a drink on her??
“Oh, on the boat itself?” Sherine asked sounding like a kid getting to go to Disney Land.
“Yes, of course on the boat itself!”
After they paid, they walked out into the warm night. The aroma from the sea air mingled with the great smells of food being prepared in the restaurant kitchens and even on the boats themselves. Their mouths watered even though they’d just stuffed themselves. She sighed and he smiled at her mischievously. He leaned over to whisper in her ear; “you know, my yacht's name is ‘Always Wet’.” They laughed as she gave him a gentle punch on his arm. He took her hand in his and pulled her to him, staring down into her shimmering eyes. He gave her a quick peck on the forehead then tucked her arm in his and they walked down the quay arm in arm.
As they walked, he pulled out his cell, hit some numbers and waited a few seconds. Then, turning his attention to the person on the phone, said “Hello, I am Attorney Gerrard,” after a slight pause he continued to say “yes it is a little different for me to be here at night but, will you please put a bag of ice on the dock in front of my yacht with an order of those cheese things that I usually get? … OK, thanks. I’ll be there in less than 15 minutes, … thanks, yes, good bye.” He hung up and put his phone away. Looking back down at Sherine, he smiled and gave her a satisfied wink-nod.
As he hung up, Sherine smirked thinking about the yacht’s name. As if she was slightly embarrassed by the boats name she said, “’Always Wet’ huh? That makes sense for a boat and for a lucky lady. You did say your boat was a she, didn´t you?” She gave him a little bump with her shoulders and leaned into him. Joe released her arm and put his own over her shoulders and held her closer. They continued walking in silence.
They strolled quietly through the marina area where there are several restaurants and bars. “Hey, we’re not in any hurry are we? How about we go over the Tiki-bar?”
With her arm around his waist she led him like a dancer towards the reggae music playing softly from the Tiki-bar’s golden interior. “Sounds great Joey,” she said as they approached the entrance. “Oh Joe, look how pretty everything is with the lights and the water all tinkling like shivering diamonds. Oh, I love it!”
They walked inside and headed straight to a quiet table overlooking the entire inlet. As they sat, she vaguely heard Joe ask her a question. She was not really listening; her head in sumptuous clouds. She was more than a bit overwhelmed by all the plush accoutrements and lavish wealth she had encountered tonight. In her reverie, she didn’t answer him but, she gave him a slight nod while thinking of her how poor her family had been at times. Coming to her awakening of the conversation she nodded her head again instead while Joe asked again, “Sherine what would like to drink?”
She fully snapped back and he had her full attention. She slapped her hand lightly in the table and grinned. “Let’s celebrate Joe!! Give me a shot of tequila and a beer chaser.” When Joe heard what she wanted he had a million thoughts. First, he thought that maybe she was just trying to show that she could keep up with him. He was confused but he finally gave it up. He thought maybe it didn’t matter so much about the complete change in what he had expected. “As long as she is with me!”
He remembered the Viagra again and thought “This girl could be the love of my life, so nice and so... I do not know, just so whatever … not to mention the best lover I have ever had.” Frankly, the excitement of her perfect everyt
hing combined with her obvious readiness to party made him so hot that he wanted to jump on her right then and there. Looking at her silhouetted against the enchanting backdrop of the marina he thought about how sexy she looked. He managed to say, “that sounds a little strong for you doesn’t it?”
She looked down at her hands while thinking that she is not what Joe needs, a poor girl that grew up with issues, likes to drink, party and ….. while she is fiddling with a napkin. “Yes, I normally don’t drink like this; but we are celebrating, aren´t we?”
“Well, yes, of course, Wow, then lets party! What should we toast to?” He took her hands in his. He felt her calmness as she flagged over the bartender.
“Us! New beginnings! The future! … All of the above she laughed!” They touched water glasses and even enter-twined their arms, laughing. She leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder a second, and then whispered, “How about we just go right to the yacht and have a bottle and some beers delivered to ‘Always Wet’ and you can give me that tour you promised.”
“Perfect!” he said as he waved over the bartender this time. “Give me a bottle of Patron Premium Tequila and a six pack of Dos Equis to go please.”
They stood leaning together at the bar, both feeling the heady rush of things to come. When the bottles arrived he paid quickly. He grabbed her arm and they headed to the yacht.
On the boat the mood was festive and in just a few minutes Joe had three shots of tequila in him and was on his second beer. Sherine kept, if not set the pace.
He was talking fine but was definitely feeling it, and even had a little difficulty walking on the slightly bobbing boat. Sherine was in her element; tequila, beer, and a man. Only the luxury was different and she loved that. “I´m finally right at home as sad as it is, yup I am finally right at home ” she was thinking. “He does not have a chance. Thanks Mom, at least you got that right!” Damn you..and damn your boyfriends. I hated everyone of them. Well, almost all of them. She hugged Joe as she hid behind his neck to wipe the tears that began to set sail down her cheeks.
Joe on the other hand welcomed the embracement and felt her holding on strongly as he was thinking that if he could make this lovely sweet girl love him, then all of his ambitions would have been met; a good law practice, some very promising political ambitions, and a lovely bride. “Perfect!” he kept telling himself as he began to stumble a little.
“That’s it honey,” she told him one time when he missed a step going in to the galley. “I'm here for you.”
He looked at her and remembered thinking that Sherine walked onto the yacht like an inspector, rubbing the teak railings and remarking about the brass fixtures. She looked at Joe and said “I love the feel of the rocking; the gentleness of it and the rhythm. I love the sound of the slapping of the water and the reflection of the lights. It takes my breath away!” she whispered. Marilyn Monroe had nothing on her, and yachts are another of a girl’s best friends!
“Ok, now for the finale of the tour,” he told her as he slowly opened the master suite door. He entered first and then gallantly took her hand. He got quiet as he looked back at her, her beautiful body framed in the light. She had taken off her heels when she came on board and he was a little surprised at how small she was. He groaned as he pulled her quietly toward.
Joe pulled her even closer and slid his hand over her round buttocks and gently but firmly squeezed. Sherine stuttered a moan and grabbed his other hand and put it on her breasts. His penis strained immediately, harder than he could ever remember as his pelvis naturally arched. She immediately hopped up and wrapped her legs around him.
They fell back laughing on the massive bed and Sherine sat up. She rubbed his hands over her breasts and arched into him some more. Kissing his strong hand she playfully bit his knuckle, “I have a lot in common with her,” she said as she undid his belt buckle and zipped down his pants.
“Her?” He croaked. He held her back a bit by her shoulders and asked, “who? Her?”
“Your boat silly!” and then they were bucking into each other. They both wrestled her out of her dress and he rolled her over and quickened the pace. The boat took on a whole new rocking rhythm. Seconds later she arched, he arched, and both screamed through clenched teeth. “Ar-gh-gh! That was fucking a-ma-zing!!” he screamed. He shuddered and rolled over on his side, pulling her close. He began stroking her soft hair and kissing her all about her eyes, cheeks, mouth and neck. They lay there panting, giggling from time to time but not saying a word. Finally Joe rose and propped his head up with his hand. He looked down at her red cheeks and smiled. “Hey my sweet,” he said as he brushed a lock of hair from her mouth. “what did you mean when you said you had a lot in common with my boat?”
“Well, not your boat so much,” she giggled. She pushed him back slightly, winking at him she said, “Joe, Your boat and I? We are both always wet Joe.” Joe felt his heart miss a beat. He laid back and let her play with him. “My god,” he thought, “I´ve never felt this alive before.”
23
Joe dropped Sherine off about mid-morning the next day. As she was closing her front door she leaned against the frame and looked back, watching Joe’s big BMW pull away. She smiled to herself and rubbed her hand over her sore labia. “That was fun,” she thought. “I feel alive finally.”
She turned and walked down the short hallway to her living room. Stopping at the entrance she looked around at her small apartment. She kept it neat and there were some nice touches to make it look homey and inviting, but she shook her head. Compared to the opulence she had just been treated to, it was a shack and she knew it. No amount of pretty scarves draped over old lamps or cheaply found ‘objets-d’-art' would change it.
She dropped her bag on an old stuffed chair and walked into her tiny kitchen. A minute later she had a tall glass of ice and the bottle of vodka that she kept in her freezer. She walked back out to the living room and flopped down on her huge over-sized couch. She poured a good three or four fingers of the icy vodka into her glass and then sat staring at the clear viscous liquid. The juniper smell of it tickled her nose and she took a long pull, reminding her of many times in her past.
She shivered slightly as she wiped her hand across her mouth and hit herself in the head, like someone would that had just made a bad bet. “I'm alive. I have it all. I have Joe all to myself. Then why do I miss it ,” she screamed. After a few seconds she lay back putting her feet up, and tucked a soft old afghan between her knees. She sighed. She was tired. She and Joe had only slept about an hour. She basked once more in the pleasant memories of last night, but her mind was racing with all the possibilities. She started to cry a little. She thought of her childhood. She thought of Michelle. “Who has always been there for me and who always taught me everything? Michelle. That’s who!” Sherine told herself over and over, the sweetish liquor already impacting her tired soul. “She didn't do anything that I am not doing now.” She began to cry a bit more but she continued thinking about her childhood and how she could cheer herself up by letting the good side take over. “Yes,” she thought, “I will call Michelle and invite her to my new apartment and tell her all about my Joe. I have to tell her about how I got this apartment by hustling the bikers too! She would be proud of me.” she continued to tell herself as she almost cried herself to sleep.
Instantly Sherine sat up and looked at herself in the reflection from a framed photograph and thought, “I´m hot and I can have any man I want … and I want Joe! I will get him and keep him. I will have a great life! I will throw out the old life I will have his love and his check book. I will be his wife. Yes, I will even have his child and be the perfect wife. I want to love him and I will.” She looked over to see a half full glass and drained it and then got up and poured herself another one, just covering the melting ice. Lying back down, she drew the afghan up around her neck and thought, “I can and must do what is right, although, I must always be in charge though! I’ve learned that lesson.” She popped back up and
threw the afghan on the floor. Chugging the vodka again, she firmly slammed the empty glass on her coffee table and shouted to no one, “No more sharing. I have one of my own, finally!”
She shook her head in amazement at how tipsy she was already. “Man, that shit does the job!’ Reaching for the clear bottle again she held it up to the light to see that there was just over half a bottle left. “Whew! I guess a few hours of ‘playing games’ makes a girl thirsty.” She smiled. “He was fun though. I was surprised. It was fun; the whole night was fun-fun-fun! I’m finally alive.”
The next morning Sherine woke with the phone ringing. She rolled over slowly and her arm flopped against something hard and cold, making her eyes snap open, “Where am I?” she thought as a disgusted realization came over her. “Damn, I´m on the floor of the bathroom. I must have ... ” She pulled herself to a sitting position. “Wow ... that vodka bottle is dry … wow. I really tied one on last night. I guess I had a good celebration of my new life.
The phone started ringing again and she pulled herself up. She grinned at her ramshackle hair. She ran some water and rubbed her swollen face. “Who is that calling me?” she thought after she cleared her head some. “Oh shit, it’s the shop. I´m late!”
“Sherine, even though you are late this morning, I have to tell you that you did a great job delivering the suite to Attorney Gerrard. He called and ordered two more suits just like the first, but in different colors and, he requested that you deliver them. But, please, do be on time from now on. OK?”
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