Broken Birds, Part 9, Secrets

Part 9
Secrets

Shoshana awoke to pain. It filled her belly, her pussy, her ass and her mouth. Dull pain that fought to be clear of the drugs and burst inside her.

Rachael held her left hand, Michael her right.

She felt unfocused, but murmured, “Mommy, I hurt.”

“I know Honey, The nurse will be here in a minute,” just as the nurse arrived.

Michael said, “She’s in pain.”

The nurse nodded and adjusted the intravenous drip that contained the pain med.

“Try not to talk, Shosh. They don’t want you to pull the stitches in your tongue.”

She nodded and then fell back asleep.

Michael slipped out of Shoshana’s room and back to the waiting room.

“God, Dad, it’s been almost an hour, we were getting really worried,” Beth admonished him.

Rachael and I talked with the other surgeons. Noosa will have to wait at least a month. So will the Road Trip. Rachael and I,” he stopped at the expression on Beth’s face.

“No. Don’t even try. We’re staying,” Beth said, a mulish expression on her face. Beside her, Lynne nodded, her eyes glaring at him.

Michael knew his daughter. She would not budge. They wouldn’t hide. They would stay with Shoshana.

“That’s what I thought. Anyway, Shosh woke up for a few minutes and then went back to sleep. The damage was a bit worse than the first doctor said. The OB/GYN surgeon isn’t sure what effect the abuse will have on her fertility. They want to run some tests after Shosh recovers and see if she is ovulating. The bastards had her on a med that causes infertility and eventually menopause.”

A haunted look washed over Lynne. “What about me? I’m on birth control meds.” Her hand flew to her mouth.

Before Michael could answer, a slender young woman in scrubs approached. “Which one of you is Lynne?” she asked gently.

“Go with her and find out.” Michael said gently.


Day turned to night. Tim’s men directed them to a waiting Escalade that whisked them to a luxury, 3-bedroom cottage, set off by itself on a hill overlooking Charlotte. It had been part of a luxury housing development that had gone bust during the recession.

New, sterile furniture, freshly stocked refrigerator and, thankfully, a fully stocked bar greeted them.

Take out from a nearby restaurant sat on the counter, still warm. Tim had done well. His men monitored the hastily erected security cameras and sensors from the garage.

Rachael, Beth and Lynne collapsed on the sofa. Michael inspected the rooms and found his luggage in the master bedroom. It was the only bedroom with a television. He frowned. Television had never been his favorite entertainment, except for football and he could watch that in the living room. Shoshana, though, would need both the escape and the attached bathroom.

He looked for Beth’s brightly colored bag and found it in the room with twin beds. Shosh’s bags were in a small bedroom with a full size bed.

He went to the living room.

“Girls, it’s going to be a bit cramped when Shosh…” Rachael held up her hand.

“Michael, I told them to put you in the Master. A new TV will arrive tomorrow for the room with the full size bed. That will be Shosh’s room. Whoever is not sharing your bed will sleep in the room with twin beds. We’ve all agreed.”

He shook his head, smiling, ”Ok, You win. I’ve read the manual. Women win most of the arguments.”
*****

Two thousand miles away, Rafaela sat before her laptop, composing a message to Michael. She wanted it to be perfect before she recorded it.

It had been easy to defuse the hit, but now she had to make sure he understood what loving her would really mean. Alice was right.

She must have written and reedited her speech a dozen times. Alice visited her several times, but would not read her words. Finally, Alice had enough.

“Honey, just speak from the heart. Let it out. Put some topics you want to talk about, but don’t rehearse your speech. He’ll know. Michael has “Broken Bird Syndrome”, so he may only be thinking of your pain. You have to give him a chance to consider the price.”

Rafaela nodded miserably.

Alice handed her the earpiece. Rafaela nodded and hit the record button.

Twenty minutes later, she strode out to the pool in a bright yellow bikini, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, her hips and hair swinging with her walk. She stopped in front of Alice, pulled her from the chair into a passionate embrace, placing her lips firmly on Alice’s.

“I need some loving,” Rafaela said softly, pulling Alice along to her room.

Inside Alice chuckled. Rafaela had ceded control to Michael and she had to reassert her dominance.

Rafaela pulled her into Rafaela’s large bedroom, pushing Alice down on her back. Rafaela, usually the passive partner, ripped Alice’s bottom off, throwing it to the side, exposing Alice’s little landing strip of hair pointing to a modest slit beginning to ooze lubricant. Alice’s unhooked her top and threw it to the side.

“Lay down, bitch,” Rafaela growled.

She pounced on Alice, grinding her smooth labia against Alice’s strip, her mouth locked in wanton need on Alice’s lips. Breasts rubbed against breast, hard nipples against hard nipples. The smell of raw sex filled the room as they interlocked legs, rubbing their pussies together.