“So you’ve again copped a nasty bite from the creature of the night, so you tried to stick one of those bamboo citronella lanterns up where the sun don’t shine and your working mom thought this was the safest place for you to hide, am I right?”
“Yes Doctor Wright you’re right. He’s a real low mozzie who continuously desires to suck at pieces of my bare flesh. How do I stop him from sampling my Secret Prawn Surprise?” She touched him here, she touched him there she tried to touch him everywhere.
“I’d like you to sit on your bed now,” John asked with much self-confidence.
She did what he asked even though it made her feel uncomfortable.
Francia was of medium height, her face oval shaped with a lustful twinkle in her blue grey eyes. The way her father treated her urged her to show off her private parts to her Doctor thinking that’s what every man wants and when he rejected her come-ons she threw back her head and laughed. It was like a game to her. Often, at home she would dance around in the presence of her father entertaining him by removing each piece of clothing like a stripper, blowing bubbles with her bubble gum and rubbing her bosoms, vagina and cute butt in his face and pursed her lips for a sugary kiss, then when he began tongueing her she’d get mad then sad. Her father tried to suck the moodiness out of her then she would tell him she was only a little girl and that he should leave her alone. When she’d told her Doctor these truths he was quick to explain that her form of entertainment in front of her father triggered his unhealthy desire to treat her like a lover.
Soon, her rosette dress she was wearing was thrown over the end of her bed and she’d removed her bra and slipped her panties off.
She swung her olive breasts in front of him. He rose to his feet she forcefully grabbed his hands and rubbed them over her round breasts and hairless pussy.
His stick stiffened, he could not help but worship her beauty. She dried her tears on his shirt as he stood rigidly.
“Show me your stick, please, show me your stick,” she craved. He shook in his shoes and pushed her away. Her face was stormy and muddled. It turned him off to see her beg.
“I always get what I want,” she told him. He picked up his briefcase off the floor and quietly, meekly, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
After telling Pastor Amos about the interview he reminded John to remain brave and faithful to his family and his calling.
“This man did not build his house upon the sand but on the rock of rightness,” John told him wisely.
“Prayer means preparation. Pray that your faith will never waver.” Outside, at the shriek of the sea-gull he trusted in God to guide him and prayed to dissolve the obstacles and provide courage and endurance to do his job well.
After lunch he met with the Architects and by the end of the day he’d decided which one was the most suitable.
In the late afternoon, John’s Laser chewed the coarse sand and small stones of the road beyond the front gates of the clinic. Dinnertime was spent at The Royal Orchid Chinese Restaurant, both John and Pastor Amos watched the waters of the bay sparkle under the luminous glow of a new moon whilst eating sweet and sour pork and fried rice.
Soon, he would unload his burden of how Ann-Marie had tricked him with PT-141 just as Bostin Bardot had done to his little woman.
“A man is easily aroused at the sight of a naked woman and easily led by her drooling tongue,” Pastor Amos shared with him, but despite all of what had happened, Pastor Amos understood how John had been led into temptation.
LisaAnn and Josef decided to visit Ann-Marie at the Hospital not knowing she was now out of her coma.
They both stood beside her bed not believing the sentence she was babbling.
“Ann-Marie tell me more,” LisaAnn coaxed.
In slow speech she proudly told, word for word, all of what John had taught her about bedroom bliss and described blow by dirty blow how delicious a fuckle was, all with the use of PT-141. “The night we invited you to dinner, when I left for some fresh air was when I slipped into your house and read your personal recordings in your diary. I just had to try a fuckle and I just couldn’t resist using PT-141 to lure John, to get you back for lying about my father and mother, I deserved your catch not you.”
All colour drained from LisaAnn’s face, a wave of jealousy gnawed at her heart, she realized that must have been why his lips were swollen, she must have made him suck her off, she thought.
“How could you use my husband to satisfy your physical desires?”
“Because I wanted what you have!” she snapped.
“Your mother destroyed my father’s and mother’s marriage and now you are trying to do the same to mine?”
“You can’t stop the adventurousness in me, whether you like it or not I’m going to make love with your husband in as many different positions as is humanly possible and you can’t stop me from having his babies either, it will be oh-oh-ohhhhhh so simple.”
She broke out laughing when Josef burst into tears.
“Please stop your selfish game,” Josef begged.
But she called for the nurse to order her visitors to leave and they did.
LisaAnn knew John was not to be blamed. No matter what had happened, she would keep on loving him. They met in the carpark, but LisaAnn still kept the secret to herself and asked Josef to keep the secret also. John held her close, whispering, “Don’t take any notice of Ann-Marie’s ramblings she has brain damage.” She nodded her head but felt cold inside.
When Doctor Clancy asked John for Ann-Marie’s last name he told him he did not know it and of course LisaAnn was too scared to give it out.
When they reached the island Josef decided to dump Ann-Marie and tossed her belongings out of the house in a fit of anger.
Back at the General Hospital, the Doctors broke her the bad news she would be paralysed from the waist down for the rest of her life. She sat on the bed like a useless lump and bawled her eyes out.
“My plan to destroy my half-sister’s marriage and to have her husband’s children and his wealth is ruined, damn it,” she told herself, punching her temples.
“Believe in me, please believe in me,” John pleaded as he gently tugged LisaAnn’s shapely body close to his. The tip of his tongue met hers, arousing the deepest urge inside. He was more roused up than a teenager.
“I will, I love you,” she told him as they lay on their bed, arms linked. He removed her clothes, unpinned her tight locks then removed his clothes.
“My sweet, my sweet…” he murmured, grinning soothingly as she lay her pretty body on top of his brawny bod. He shook his head in her wobbly breasts as they dangled before him, her soft glittering hair hung like a curtain decorating his handsome face. The moment he touched her bottom she slid her lower part over his manhood. He was so deeply grateful she was not disappointed in him or this precious moment would not be happening.
Their rhythm never rusted.
Her strong sexual love drove him wild and Mr. Right’s chicko roll exploded after just three pumps, his deep throaty groans of satisfaction, delight and sensuous enjoyment from the moment she set him free inside of her seemed eternal.
Breathlessly he whispered, “Darling I need to tell you something….” With loving-kindness she silenced his speech with the tips of her silky fingers softly pinning them against his lips.
“Don’t say a word, let’s just enjoy the rest of the night together in peace.” Her head fell wearily on his messy lap of luxury and together they tumbled into dreamland.
Soon after, the crystal-clear morning burst into view, and after they showered John picked up the ringing telephone to be told by Ann-Marie she would never be able to feel his love due to her crippling disablement.
He told her he never loved her and that in fact she was hated by all on the island. “What a nasty trick you played, you can never do that again. You had better pack your bags and find another place to dwell. We don’t want you here.”
“But….I’ve something else y
ou might like to know.”
“What is that? he asked, sweating profusely.
“My last name is Porter, Melanie was my mother, I am your wife’s half-sister.”
“You are not.”
“I am.”
“I don’t care, I know LisaAnn does not like you! Josef doesn’t like you either, I saw him toss out your gear! I’ll get him to take them to the Hospital for you and you are never to return! Do you hear me, never!” he stormed.
Her body shook as she slammed down the telephone, totally ashamed at what she’d done.
“LisaAnn?”
“Ann-Marie,” he answered. “She’s paralysed from the waist down. I know she’s your half-sister, I told her she must leave and never come back. She played an evil game with us all.”
“Yes she did, ordering her to leave is the best decision,” she said.
“But why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Because she threatened to bury me if I told anyone the truth.”
“You were wise in keeping it a secret then.”
She told him all of what she knew about her half-sister, he told her what she conned out of him.
“I’m glad that bastard is immobile, she deserves to be,” he said.
LisaAnn laughed with John, they kissed and held each other close.
Francia Fuch on Dr. John Wright’s lap at Sunnyvale Psychiatric Hospital
Chapter Fourteen
A jet-ski roared along the passage Saturday morning startling Jayne into labour. Ewan, Peter and Eunice, LisaAnn and John helped Jayne to the smooth rock pool, Josef had, just that morning, relocated the animals and their eggs to another fresh water pool over the other side of the rainforest. The water was nice and clean and warm.
Josef minded the twins.
In the last few weeks of her pregnancy the Braxton-Hicks contractions of her uterus became stronger and more frequent.
During the peaking of each one minute contraction she complained of some discomfort in the lower part of her back and around the sides of her body and her lower abdomen then as quickly as it came, it faded.
John feared she may be haemorrhageing inside her uterus as the pain became more and more constant and severe. He encouraged her at first to move about a bit, change positions and to do some stretching exercises after he realized her pain was normal.
“First the ‘show’, a little blood and mucus, then the membraneous fluid sac ruptures behind her dilating cervix, a trickling of amniotic fluid and here comes true labour. You’ll be grateful you shaved,” he told her with a slight giggle. He gently placed her into the pool. He had made a small cut to enlarge the vaginal opening just previous.
The labour progressed quickly, the babies showed no signs of distress. LisaAnn gave her small amounts of fluids with glucose to give her energy. Eunice rubbed her back from time to time.
Rachel heard Jayne’s screams and she raced to the rock pool. For four hours Rachel sat very quietly patting Jayne’s head saying, “Don’t cry,” every now and then, watching excitedly as the head of the first baby girl appeared and after a push, out popped the rest into the clear water, he placed the baby on her mother’s tummy. The umbilical cord was loosely lying around the second little girl’s head, and with steady hands John gently lifted it, the shoulders came through after the next contraction aided by a final bearing down effort from the mother, the rest of the baby girl was delivered into the water, the cord clamped and cut.
John placed the little girls on each breast after patting them dry and wrapping them each in a warm bundle. They were screaming for their very first meal.
After nine long months and a hard four hours their parents felt totally exhilarated. Soon the crying ceased and all that was heard was heavy breathing and suckling. After the babies’ first meal Ewan climbed out of the rock pool, dried off and held the babies.
After thirty minutes the placenta and membranes were delivered. John used an absorbable stitch on Jayne, which didn’t need removing.
“What a miracle,” said Peter.
When they arrived back to the house Jayne was bathed, her hair washed and dried and she and her newborns slept for hours after they were checked over thoroughly by their uncle.
Ewan was ecstatic and just as exhausted as the rest of the birthing crew and not a sound was heard all day until afternoon tea while they slept.
Josef was as pleased as punch when he heard the twin baby girls arrived safe and sound.
At about three in the afternoon slices of Mascarpone and Ginger Cake were delicately placed on Wedgewood ‘Isis’ tart plates by Eunice to accompany freshly brewed cafia coffee in matching mugs. Christofle ‘Malmaison’ silver-plated forkettes were placed on the sides of the plates. At the centre of the pine dining table a natural basket filled with fresh baby pink geraniums weaved a wonderful welcome to the newborns named Elissa and Melissa.
Each member of the household including Pastor Amos, Vaardii and Mavis who arrived just after the birth clinked coffee mugs with their little forks after LisaAnn chanted, “Doctor John Wright, your birthing skills are legendary.”
Josef, surprisingly, took on Rachel’s attitude and was pleased that Ann-Marie was sent away. He had decided not to take her belongings to her, but instead, took them to the jetty in his Ute and loaded them onto a delivery truck gone and forgotten.
It was common knowledge in the Wright household that babies were the biggest time wasters. The moments rushed by as everybody cuddled, talked, sang, kissed and touched the thriving little ladies.
At four o’clock John, better late than never, helped LisaAnn pot fresh herbs and begonias, chives and chillies, after fixing metal shelving to the bay window frame arranging them in a picturesque display for year round greenery.
LisaAnn had come into this world, unwanted and unloved but later loved by her new family and friends.
Ann-Marie, on the other hand, arrived into the world wanted and loved but later unloved and rejected by all.
Step-by-step the lighthouse was constructed. The plans were perfect. Firstly, the site was levelled, then the foundations were laid, then the footings put in. It was a sunny day when the concrete base was poured – a large round area to accommodate ten rooms and the courtyard plus the living and working areas. Ten more rooms were built upwards taking a general taper shape as the building reached towards the skies like a skyrocket. An Otus lift was installed and bars on the windows to keep the patients safe and secure. Within six months it was completed.
It was only four weeks until Christmas. The patients had chosen their own individual styles and colours for their rooms and ensuites, all was ready for them to move in the week after Christmas, they were all so very excited.
John told everyone present, “We shall all enjoy Christmas dinner together with our special friends from the clinic, I want to see their faces light up when they receive their wonderful Christmas gift – the lighthouse and when they read the flashy neon sign that reads LAP OF LUXURY, all for them.”
Rachel clambered onto John’s knee asking where Santa’s helpmates dwelled.
“The tiny little lightheaded pink pixies dwell in the middle of the rainforest inside the belly of the staghorns,” enlightened John.
“Well I’m going to get up really early Christmas morning and climb the trees and try to get inside those staghorns to see what those pixies have brought me, Uncle John,” Rachel always smiling, always happy, broke out into chuckles once again, infecting the rest of the crew.
Pastor Amos entered the living room with a cool pitcher of watermelon juice spiked with fresh mint. As he poured the cups for the littlies and one each for John and the others, he told them in a warm voice, “An Aussie Christmas is the best kind of Christmas…filled with nature’s perfumery, the scent of the gum trees, the essence of the woodland, the perfume after the rainfall, a shower of kisses by the sweet-smelling seashore, here’s to health, wealth and happiness always.” They clinked together their glasses and cups after the pre-christmas blessing and
sipped in celebration of another successful year despite life’s down periods.
Her combination of unblemished qualities delighted the sight and minds of those around her, her career rewarding, her married life without a hitch. LisaAnn’s life with John, now perfect. She was elated with her little man and her little girl, now twelve months old. All because John, her leading man was totally and utterly captivated by her charms and pushed away every artificial obstacle out of their path. There were, from time to time, moments when her rosebud mouth drooped and John would sing, “Uncover the blues and watch them fade, a bounty of blessings I’ll surely trade.” It helped her open up, she appreciated his song so much she said it was like a sweet-sounding symphony to her because it drained away all the pain from the past. She said there was a lot more to tell he said he would never stop helping her completely come to grips with all that had gone on before.
When they first met each other his passion for her, he proudly remembers was hot lust. Her lovely little ways he quickly became attached to, like the common interest of humour and trust they instantly shared, the yarn that really knits a family closer together became the ultimate connection that was so attractive.
In retrospect, she was awestruck by his kindly advice. It was well-balanced and personal, it crushed grief piece by badgering piece, and replaced it with contentment resulting in firm trust between him, her experienced confidante and her, his meticulous learner.
“The things you said slowly brought me back to my former self, you met my needs completely by choosing your words so carefully,” she told him contentedly.
“The moment you set free your struggling inner self that was cooped up inside of you gripping hidden secrets, your needs were being met as you cautiously gave them, like a gift, to me your truest friend. Allow the delicate balance of my warmth and trust to envelope you, this is what I told you,” expressed John with an unwavering sense of protection.
“You took a genuine interest in every part of me.”
“Every valuable word you said my love I saved in my pocketbook stored in the kernel of my heart.”
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