by Shane Robert
“Thank you, ma’am, you have a nice day,” I reply as we walk down the hall until we see sign number 8 and open the door.
Megan drops her clothes as soon as we get into the changing room, revealing everything. She was completely naked, but she grabs her swimsuit out of her bag and pulls it on, fitting her amazing body just right. She turns around, showing me her thong bottom bathing suit as I cringe and bite my lip.
I drop my pants down, taking my boxers off, not hiding anything as she’s seen it all. Sliding my swim trunks on, I take my shirt off. I still have a few bruises on my ribs from the beating, which might hurt during our massage.
I walk over to the jet timer and turn it to the max time, as myself and Megan both step into the hot tub. Jets full power, the heat at the perfect temperature, Megan sits right next to me, kisses me on the cheek before resting her head on my shoulder.
Sitting quietly together, about 5 minutes have passed and Megan gets up and sits on my lap. Megan kissing me, ever so gently she stops and tells me,
“I’m grateful for you, you are letting me sleep and just going and picking up the kids for me was amazing. If it was anyone else that did that, I would freak out that they were alone with my kids. You took initiative and picked them up, and even made sure dinner was taken care of. All while letting me sleep knowing I needed it.”
Smiling at her, I place my hand on her cheek gently and pull her in for a kiss. “You are welcome, it was the least I could do. You were there for me when I needed you so I need to be there for you,” I reply. Sitting smiling at each other my phone starts to ring and Megan says,
“You better not answer that; this day is for us.”
“All right, I won’t babe,” I reply, letting the phone ring, and go to voicemail. It instantly starts ringing again and without hesitation I get out of the hot tub to see who it is.
“It’s Scottie calling; I’m going to answer it quickly and tell him I’m busy.” I tell her.
“Yo Scottie what's up man, I'm on a date with Megan,” I say to him.
“Dude, what the fuck? You are supposed to help me with some deliveries before the party,” he states angrily.
“Shit man I forgot, I'm not going to be able to help though; I'm with Megan,” I reply.
“Leave man; I need your help, she’ll understand. Can you get here soon?” Scottie asks.
“Dude, listen. I'm not leaving. We have a paid for spa day and we are enjoying ourselves. I'll see you tonight at the party, we can go tomorrow for the deliveries,” I tell him.
“Whatever, fuck you and her too. Fucking bullshit man, you said you would help. Yeah I'll see you tonight, whatever!” Scottie shouts at me, pissed off as he hangs up.
“All right then, I forgot I was supposed to help Scottie before the party but I told him we were on a date. I wish he respected that I like you and care for you,” I tell Megan.
“It's ok, he'll get over it; let’s just enjoy our date and forget the rest,” Megan replies.
Finishing up our time in the hot tub, I get out first and grab my towel and wrap it around me. Grabbing Megan's towel as she exits the hot tub, I wrap her up in it, hugging her and drying her off.
We both take off our swimsuits, as these massages will be naked except for our towels. The urge I get every time I see Megan's naked body is to take her then and there. Anywhere we are I just want to ravish her body.
Heading next door, walking into the massage room, two tables are set up for us, and the room is at the perfect temperature with incense burning in the background.
A gentleman and a lady come into the room telling us,
“Please get up on the beds face down to start and just relax.”
Myself and Megan both hop up on the massage beds, prepared to be pampered. Luckily the guy goes to me and the girl to her, or things could have gotten awkward for the both of us.
Enjoying the massage, peaceful and quiet, time goes by much too fast when you are feeling good.
Wrapping up with the spa day, as we leave we thank the front desk lady. She stops us and hands us a 50% off coupon for the next time we want to come.
“Thank you,” Megan says to her as we walk out.
During the ride home Megan tells me,
“I'm really glad you didn't get upset when Scottie called and let him ruin our date. Also, I’m really glad you didn't leave to help him, that would have really upset me.”
“I wouldn't want to leave you for anything, Megan. Spending time with you is what I enjoy the most from moving here to Loveland,” I reply to her.
Loveland has become a place of love in many forms. From the passion I'm starting to feel with Megan and her kids, to the wonderful bliss of cocaine and Scottie’s friendship. Although he can be a real dick sometimes and drag me into situations I'm not always ready for.
Chapter 18
Megan
Pulling up to Scottie's, I immediately notice all of the cars parked in almost every free spot available in his driveway. It seems like a lively party from the loud music coming from inside and the voices carrying from the back patio. Michael is sitting beside me in the passenger seat, scanning his eyes over the crowded driveway before grabbing the door handle as I put the car into park. I park at the bottom to make sure I don’t get blocked in, just in case I decide I want to leave early. Which knowing Scottie’s parties, I more than likely will.
Michael says to me, “Stay in the car; I want to open the door for you, you look beautiful tonight just like every day.” He flashes me a sexy smirk before sliding out of the car.
Michael walks over to the driver’s side, opens my door, and grabs my hand as I exit the car being sweet and helping to pull me to my feet. Hand in hand, we make our way up the lit pathway, stepping up to the front door, not bothering to knock, and just simply letting ourselves in. The party is so crazy no one even notices us as we enter the foyer. Which is filled with people talking, dancing and drinking.
Shockingly, I think it’s safe to say that this has to be the biggest party Scottie has ever thrown. I’ve never seen this many people here at one time; it’s as if every inch of the house is being taken up by a person, there is that many people crammed in here. Immediately I understand why we could hear people outside, because it’s probably the only place you don’t feel claustrophobic.
Walking through the crowd of people, we find our way to the kitchen. If I am going to have to deal with this many drunken idiots, I am at least going to need a few drinks in me. Hopefully Scottie will be close by because God knows he doesn’t venture far from his booze so it’s a safe area to go to find him, especially when the house is this crazy.
There’s lots of women: some well dressed and classy, others not so much. Wearing hardly anything considered clothing. Most of them wearing skimpy cocktail dresses, they could pass as hookers and escorts. Knowing Scottie, I wouldn't put it past him if they all were here on business.
As we head to the open bar, Michael pours himself a drink knowing I'm not drinking. Scottie walks up to Michael, punching his arm and saying,
“There you two fuckers are, about time you show up!”
“I see you are already pretty messed up, nice turn out tonight. Seems like a lively party,” I tell Scottie.
“Let’s go bro, you got some catching up to do,” Scottie says to Michael, grabbing him as they walk to the back room.
I already knew what that meant. It meant Michael is going to go to cocaine and after that, who knows what he will be doing. I find a seat for myself at the counter top, sitting on a bar stool with my ice water with lemon in it.
My plan for the night is to sit back, relax and people watch. I’ll make fun of people in my head until Michael is too messed up or till he is ready to go home. Sitting back, Michael and Scottie come out of the back room and you can tell they just did cocaine.
Michael walks up to me and gives me a kiss he tells me,
“Babe, you are the best thing to ever happen to me; I’m so glad I met you.”
I
roll my eyes at him, and give him a kiss, replying to him,
“I’m glad I met you as well, enjoy yourself babe.”
Michael walks over to the bar, where a group of women and Scottie are standing. One girl grabs shot glasses, and pours Bacardi 151 rum for everyone. It’s going to be a fun night for Michael but a rough morning for sure.
Music loud, girls dancing on the floor, multiple couples making out everywhere you look. On the couch one couple is literally going at it, both are naked and he is inside her. Penetrating her, in front of everyone; this seems to happen a lot at Scottie’s parties and the music's too loud for people to pay attention to her moans. Everyone too strung out on drugs, and wasted on alcohol to even care what’s going on. Honestly, most of these girls are escorts anyway, so they are probably used to all this.
I’m not sure why I always attend these parties, I always just sit here and people watch. I think I come because I feel Scottie expects me to be here, and this time for Michael to be here and hang with Scottie and get a little wild.
Speaking of Michael, I can't find him as I look through the crowd of people. I get up and walk to the back room, knowing what to expect. Opening the door and there was Michael with Scottie and two girls. They had lines of cocaine spread out on a glass mirror. Passing it around in a circle taking turns inhaling.
Michael turns and looks at me, wiping his face to get rid of the residue of cocaine. He has a confused look on his, probably wondering if he should stop or not. I just turn around and walk out the door because I knew what he would do coming over here.
I was planning on sitting back down on the bar stool I was at but someone had taken that spot. A decent looking brown haired girl is bent over the countertop flirting with some guy; I'm sure they will end up screwing each other. Shoot, maybe on the countertop for everyone to watch.
I really need to get Michael over this partying stage and away from the drugs. He is such a great guy when he's with the kids or just me. I'm just trying to keep he happy always, that way we can build our trust and relationship.
Michael, Scottie and the two girls walk out of the back room or should I say cocaine room. They all walk over to the bar, each grabbing the alcohol of their choice and pouring a shot. They all cheers, tip their shot glasses back and drink them.
Noticing this girl by Michael is really touchy and sort of all over him. Michael isn't acting interested in her like that, he's just being his normal nice self.
Michael walks over to where I'm standing behind the couch and says,
“Hey, babe you don't look like you're having much fun,” while slurring his words and his eyes appear bigger than ever.
“I'm ok, just wanted you to have fun and enjoy yourself. Just don't forget about me and maybe slow down on the cocaine you wild boy,” I reply to him.
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and heads back to the life of the party. As soon as he walks away from me, this girl comes up to him and grabs his arm, dragging him over to the bar. I don't like how she is acting with him, making me want to punch her and take Michael home with me.
Ignoring that, I join the people dancing in the middle of the living room. Hip-hop music is playing, giving me a nice beat to just let myself loose and dance. This guy grabs me mid dance, so I look at him and kindly say “no thanks”.
He gives me a dirty look and makes a “pfft” noise. Ignoring him, I continue to dance by myself amongst others. Suddenly, grabbing my ass is Michael, and I turn around as he grabs my face and kisses me.
Exactly what I wanted, everyone to see that I'm with Michael. Scottie’s right hand man, a popular guy and my quiet self is with him. Not that many people really know me, but they see me at these parties and know I don't interact much.
“Babe, I know I'm pretty messed up and high as a kite right now. But I want to let you know how much I care about you and your boys,” Michael says as he gives me a kiss on the cheek.
After the kiss, Michael is pulled away by that stupid girl, and they go back for more shots. They pour shots, cheers each other and take down the alcohol. Setting the shot glasses down, the girl grabs Michael and kisses him on the cheek, leaving me furious.
I could tell Michael isn't interested in her but he didn't stop her. I think I'm going to leave the party before I see more things I don't want to see.
Before giving Michael a chance to explain, I text the babysitter stating, “I'll be over shortly to get the kids, I'm calling it an early night”.
I head towards the door to escape the party. Reaching the door, I notice Michael looking for me and decide to tell him I'm leaving.
“Hey, I'm going to head home and pick the boys up before I get more upset. I don't want to talk about it or argue right now. Stay here have fun, I'll come get you in the morning,” I tell him.
“Uh, all right. I'm sorry we will talk tomorrow about things then,” he replies, kissing me on the cheek.
The kiss on the cheek upset me even more, because that is the whole reason I'm leaving. Heading out the door, I walk to my car and swear I notice a few people running away from the driveway.
Opening my car door, sliding in the front seat as I start up my car, I let the car warm up before I leave to pick up the boys.
Backing out of the driveway, putting my car into drive, and noticing my brakes felt weird, I continue forward and pick up speed down the icy road.
Coming to the first stop sign, going 55mph, I try to slow down and my brakes give out. No air in them, nothing. I tap them, nothing. At that moment, I knew what happened: my brakes had been cut. With the 4 way stop in sight, I decide I need to pull my car over and crash into the ditch, so I don't risk hitting anyone else.
I swerve my car to the right, spinning out of control and launch off the road into the ditch.
Chapter 19
Michael
Sitting on the couch at the party, I'm being wasted on alcohol and cocaine. Pondering things, I'm really confused why Megan left and was so upset. It's not my fault that girl kissed me on the cheek, I'm not interested in her at all.
I only want Megan and Megan only; this girl just wanted me and was having fun. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing and it's a random number. I answer the phone with a simple, “Hello, this is Michael.”
Responding is the boys’ babysitter,
“Hey, Michael. Have you heard from Megan? She said she was coming to get the boys and that was over an hour ago. I'm worried something happened.”
“I've not heard from her since she left, I'll see what I can find out and get back to you,” I reply.
Taking a deep breath, I try to come down a bit and think what to do. I try calling Megan's phone, no answer. I leave her a message and tell her to call me back as soon as possible.
I'm worried she got in a car accident; the roads are always icy in the winter. I'm too messed up to be able to drive anywhere. Maybe she went home and was too tired to deal with the kids. But why would she tell the babysitter that she would be over shortly?
I try calling Megan again. This time someone answers, but not Megan. It's a paramedic.
“Hello, Michael this is Scott, I'm an EMT. Megan has been in a car accident. She is being transported to Loveland Hospital. It looks like her brakes gave out, but the accident is under further investigation. Any way you can come to the hospital? Her leg is pretty messed up, but she'll be ok.”
“Oh fuck, I'll figure out a way to get to the hospital. Tell her I'll be there,” I tell the paramedic in a worried tone.
I search for Scottie all over the house, weaving through the crowd of people. My shoulders bump and plow through anyone in the way. I open the door to the back room and find Scottie in there, doing cocaine.
“Scottie I'm calling a cab, Megan was in a car accident. Stay here I'll call you later,” I tell him.
I call the taxi cab, telling them to hurry and get me to the hospital. I decide to go wait outside; when I get outside I notice Scottie’s car is smashed in. Every window is shattered and there are dents all over the
hood.
It all is starting to make sense; someone came and tampered with our cars trying to get back at Scottie for the killing. Someone cut Megan's brake line, this is all my fault she crashed.
I pray she is all right; I'll never forgive myself for this. I debate on going inside and telling Scottie what happened to his car but he's too fucked up to care right now.
Sending him a text saying, “Don't let anyone drive their cars someone tampered with them. That's why Megan crashed, your car is pretty smashed up.”
The taxi cab pulls into the driveway, and I quickly open the door and get in, telling him, “Hurry to the hospital, my girlfriend has been in a crash.”
“All right, calm down bud; we're on our way, it'll be ok,” he responds, backing out of the driveway, and moving forward quickly.
……….
Walking into the hospital room, I see Megan and she has her entire left leg in a sling. It's propped up at her ankle, and she's hooked up to and I.V. Megan has bruises on her face, with a minor cut on her lip. It is all my fault that she's here; I'm glad she's alive.
“Megan, I'm sorry; this is my fault, I'm glad you are ok. What happened?” I ask.
“My brakes didn't work; I had the choice to blow through an intersection or crash into the ditch and not risk anyone else being in danger,” she replies.
“I'm so sorry, I took a cab to get here. I'm not well enough to drive,” I say to her.
“Yeah, no shit. Now the boys are stuck with the babysitter. So, you're going to go call her tell her what happened and that you'll be there in the morning to pick the boys up!” she yells at me as the doctor walk in.
The doctor tells Megan,
“We need to do emergency surgery tonight; your femur is shattered and both your ACL and MCL are torn. You'll be able to go home later tomorrow but it's not going to be fun. If you need anything, just ring that buzzer next to the bed.”