Adventures of Miracle Steve 1

How he got the nickname was actually a funny thing, no matter what the problem was, mechanical or electrical, it was almost like he could just tinker a few moments with it and its fixed. He got named The Miracle Man, his friends of course called him Miracle Steve. His real name is Steve Gordon, his mother calls him Stevie and his father left when he was three. Not any of this stopped Steve to do his best, he finished school with an A average, he went to college and finished there with his degree in Business Management, he turned his attention to computers and is currently busy studying for an IT diploma.

Our story starts with Steve on vacation, sunning at the beach during his summer vacation, there is a party atmosphere in the air as the most of the students that have come to the beach on their summer break is there to do only one thing, party. Normally this early in the mornings most of the students was sleeping off the effects of their heavy partying the previous evening. This was the time that Steve and obviously the other inhabitants of the town chose to do their visit to the beach, the first stirrings usually started around three the afternoon, of course the first thing to show that the students was awake would be the music and when that started up, you had about an hour of peace and quiet left, quiet being a relatively loose term.

Steve was sitting on his camping chair under an umbrella, he had nothing against the sun, but it was already warm enough to pick up sunburn easily, and for now he was not very interested in getting burned, the early morning sun was just warm enough for him to have gotten his daily tan, now he was just lounging, watching the other people from behind his sunglasses. As the first notes came drifting from the beachside houses, he started thinking about leaving, all he had to pack up was the chair, his umbrella and the cooler bag with his juice inside. As more music started up, he got up and took down the umbrella, as he was folding up the chair he heard a faint voice over the music which was now growing in volume as the students woke up and started their days with a beer or a cider. Of course the Police did crack down on the whole underage drinking, but they just didn’t have the manpower to stop it completely. Steve heard the voice again and looked out towards the ocean, just in time to see a head disappearing under the water. He pulled off his sunglasses, dropping them on the folded chair and ran towards the water, it was a good way in and he was certain that if you get in trouble there…you’re in trouble.

He waded in quickly, ducking in under the waves, it took him a few minutes to reach the person, grabbing an arm and drawing the person closer, he slipped his arm under the arm he held and rested it on the person’s shoulder, only then did he realize that it was a girl. Using a side crawl to allow her to breathe, he made his way back towards the beach as she kept whimpering,

“Ow ow ow.”

At first he was worried about a shark attack, but her distress was not shock and he was too busy trying to get them both to shore. Luckily the waves helped to push them towards the beach and when he could stand, he lifted her up and did a quick check, there was no blood or missing limbs, so he helped her onto the beach where she sank down onto the sand. She was younger than Steve, he guessed her to be fifteen or sixteen, the bikini left most of her body bare and he had to admit that she looked great, definitely a very serious sporting lady or just a fitness freak. She coughed a few times and pushed the hair which have escaped her ponytail out of her face and looked up at Steve. Grey eyes and black hair, Steve just had to smile, she was gorgeous,

“Are you OK?”

She nodded and pointed at her leg,

“Cramp”

Steve understood, he knelt at her feet and poked her calf, it was hard as rock, he took her foot and pushed her toes towards her, stretching out the calf, rubbing the cramped muscle.

“Higher up as well.”

Steve frowned at first then he understood, her hamstring as well, he raised her leg, stretching the hamstring as well, keeping his pressure on her foot to keep her calf stretched out, rubbing over both her calf and hamstring to warm them a bit and to lessen the cramps. After a few minutes the tension in her muscles started to relax and he slowly lowered her leg,

“Is that better?”

She nodded,

“If it wasn’t for you I’d have drowned, you saved my life you know?”

Steve chuckled,

“You can be glad I read up about this or we would both be struggling behind the waves now.”

She got up and brushed the sand from her, then stuck out her hand,

“I’m Lily.”

Steve shook her hand,

“Steve Gordon.”

“Well good to meet you Steve, you from around here?”

He shook his head,

“No I’m…”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The voice was loud and clearly very upset, Steve half-turned and suddenly got grabbed by the arm and yanked away, tumbling onto the loose sand.

“Kevin!”

“Miss Goldstein you are not supposed to talk to unknown men.”

“He saved my life you dunce!”

By now Steve had gotten back to his feet and brushed the sand from him, he looked over at Lily and the man that almost threw him off of the beach. Lily seemed quite upset and the man, who looked like a line backer was standing with his arms crossed over his considerable chest.

“You are not supposed to be here on the beach in the first place.”

Steve frowned, Lily Goldstein? The surname kind of made a little bell tingle, but he couldn’t really put a face or any facts with the surname. Kevin threw a thumb at Steve,

“And what will he want as repayment? Did you ask him that?”

Lily glanced at Steve passed Kevin,

“What would you want for saving my life?”

Steve shrugged,

“An apology from Mr Big here for almost throwing me off of the beach in one go might work.”

Kevin turned towards Steve and even dressed in beige cargo pants, black golf-shirt and very expensive sunglasses Steve could sense that this man was sure of getting his way all the time.

“Mr Big?”

Steve nodded,

“Yes, you are rather huge and since we have not been formally introduced I had no other name for you.”

Kevin stared at Steve for a while and then a smile started to crawl over his lips,

“Mr Big was one of my childhood heroes.”

He flexed his biceps,

“Of course I will never get that big, I’m four inches lacking on the big man himself.”

Steve chuckled,

“Well from where I’m standing there isn’t too much difference, although being mistaken for a Frisbee does tend to warp a person’s reality.”

Kevin chuckled and then suddenly sobered up,

“Look I’m sorry, my name’s Kevin, Kevin Sawnsy.”

Steve took the massive hand that was thrust his way and they shook,

“I’m Steve Gordon, so what are you? Lily’s boyfriend?”

Kevin chuckled,

“Actually her bodyguard, she gave me the slip because we were busy changing the watch when she slipped away. Luckily I saw you charging towards the water like a Golden Retriever spotting a downed duck.”

Steve nodded,

“Well Kevin no harm done, but if you saw me that means…”

Steve looked to the houses and for a moment faltered, the house which had the most prominent view was absolutely staggering. He had taken photos of it before and has studied it, from what he heard it was some sort of multi billionaire who owned the place, he could buy the whole country and still have change for a Greek island. Steve looked back at Kevin, who nodded and then at Lily who seemed quite upset.

“Look if we can reimburse you for the trouble we can sort this out right?”

Steve looked back and Kevin and smiled,

“No need man, I help people when I can, it’s what I do. You probably have to drag her back home, kicking and screaming and as you can hear the band is tuning up, so I’m on my way as well.”

Kevin frowned, like a guy who didn’t really understand, Steve stuck out his hand and Kevin automatically shook it.

“See you Kev, was good meeting you.”

He peeked passed the massive frame and gave Lily a wave,

“Good to meet you Lily, take care OK?”

“I don’t scream and kick and thank you.”

Steve nodded and gave her a thumbs-up, then headed towards his bundle of things, he could hear Kevin and Lily grumbling at each other and when they passed him, Lily’s voice piped up,

“You don’t have a towel do you? Mr Jumbo here forgot to bring mine and I have to admit that I forgot mine at the house.”

Steve straightened up and pulled his own blanket from under the umbrella,

“There you go, I’ll be back here tomorrow morning so you can just send it to me then.”

Lily took the towel and wrapped it around herself,

“Thanks Steve, have a nice day.”

He waved at her and watched as they left; the petite girl and the huge guy, what a strange sight they made. He picked up his stuff and carried it over to the parking lot, dumping everything into his old Volkswagen Beetle and drove off.

The next morning Steve arrived early, too late to catch the chill and too early for most of the other sunbathers, of course he didn’t beat the Yoga lady and the Doberman man. He set up his chair and umbrella then rubbed himself with sun lotion and reclined on his chair with his sunglasses to soak up some sun before it got too warm. He dozed off, because he woke up when a voice said his name, there was a shadow laying over him and when he looked up the sun outlined a man, the man held a towel and he was quite certain that it was not Kevin. He sat up and came face-to-face with the man who graced the cover of Time magazine, who was said to be one of the richest men in the world and who was holding his towel casually in one hand, while wearing olive Capri’s, a cream shirt and brown Ray-Bans.

“Are you Steve Gordon?”

Steve could only nod, by then he had noticed that the people standing behind Mr Goldstein was guards and that one of them was the very intimidating Kevin. Mr Donald Goldstein held out the towel and Steve took it, almost dropping it.

“I heard that you saved my little girl’s life yesterday and even after realizing who she is, you still denied any kind of payment. So now I’m here in person to ask how I can repay you for saving Lillian.”

Steve cleared his throat,

“Well sir, like I told Kevin, I don’t want any payment, I’m fine with helping her.”

Donald looked at Steve and he ran his thumb and forefinger over the sides of his jaw,

“What do you do for a living Steve?”

Steve shuffled nervously from one foot to the other,

“I’m still studying sir.”

The eyebrows raised slightly behind the sunglasses,

“Ah so you’re with the mob who flooded the little town?”

Steve shook his head,

“No sir, I prefer to study, read or just relax out here in the sun.”

“What skills do you have Steve?”

Steve frowned,

“As in working skills?