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A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 04

As with previous chapters of the story of Dr. Mitchel I'd like to start with a heartfelt THANK YOU! To RecHiker! He edited this chapter, inspired me, and has helped me stay focused.

I also want to say Thank you to my readers. Thank you even more to the readers who like the story and go to the trouble to tell me. Feedback is a great motivator. Knowing someone liked what I've written helps me want to continue. Also thank you to the readers who send constructive criticism. Writing to me and calling me names does nothing to improve the storyline or the writing.

If you are looking for a story with quick, dirty, irresponsible, sexual encounters, this is not for you. This story is about loving relationships, and builds the characters in what I consider to be safe, loving situations. It does contain descriptions of graphic sexual encounters. Some of these are faded memories of certain portions of misspent youthful encounters. Others are complete fantasies and wishful thinking. All are intended to be entertaining.

I readily admit to being an amateur, and I write mostly for my own entertainment. Believe me when I tell you I sometimes entertain myself way more than I should. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that gets edited out. Thank God for the delete button. I'm old enough to remember typewriters, carbon paper, and white-out. I wouldn't do this under those conditions. I've even owned an IBM Selectric, and a Xerox Memorywriter.... With either of them this story would not exist.

This story, the characters in it, the events described, and the activities of the characters are all figments of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real life, or actual people, is strictly coincidental. Some of the locations mentioned do in fact exist, and most of the inanimate objects are real.

The characters that are involved with sexual encounters are/will be adults, over eighteen, and capable of making responsible decisions.

References to the Morrisons or mention of certain characters are from RecHiker's story, and are used with permission.

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Fat_Dad

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Marshall Mitchel returned to awareness slowly. His eyes were closed but he sensed a strange familiarity to where he was. It was an unfamiliar place, but a place he knew. There was a familiar smell, but strangely different. The sounds, he had heard before, but they were from far away. There was even a comfortable familiar presence that was just beyond his recognition.

The jumble of his senses may have taken a few minutes or lasted for only milliseconds, but when Marsh came fully to his senses, a wave of comfort and healing rolled over his soul.

Marsh was in his own bed. Two of the three people he loved the most were in his life and lying in the bed next to him. Five of the five people he loved most, were together in the same house with him. The fact that they could not really all fit well in the same bed, was a bit of an inconvenience, but logistics were always adjustable, even when not ideal. Wow! Marsh had not awakened to this level of contentment in nearly four years.

Before Marsh opened his eyes, he inhaled a deep breath. The subtle, and highly pleasurable essence of Rebecca Andrews and Susan Davies stimulated his olfactory nerves, and then gave way to the strongly familiar and intensely comfortable smell of a Marguarita Rosario prepared breakfast being cooked in his home kitchen, mere feet from where Marsh was awakening.

The home kitchen, would it always be here at the ranch in Southern California? Would it become the large country kitchen, almost two thousand miles to the east, in the new log and stone house on the side of a hill in the forest? Would it cease to exist as Marsh traveled to diverse locations for business purposes?

Marsh's logic told him that the location of the kitchen would be irrelevant as long as his life included the participation of Rebecca Andrews, Patricia Turner, Susan Davies, Jennifer Turner, and Marguarita Rosario.

Hmmm Marsh thought. Marguarita Rosario. Marsh was going to need to find a new ranch manager. He would need Mita to live where he lived. Marsh was not going to leave Mita behind again. Marsh would have to have a chat with her, and work out a solution. Perhaps Mita's daughter Rosalea could be talked into taking her mother's place here at the ranch. Rosie had practically grown up here, and knew the ranch as well as anyone except, of course, Marguarita. Marsh wondered silently where Rosie was living and if she was working somewhere that would dissuade her from taking over her mother's position on Marsh's payroll. Only one way to find out.

As Marsh lay pondering, he became aware the stillness of his resting place had silently changed. There was no noticeable difference in the surrounding level of actual sounds, but there were subtle movements taking place both beside him bilaterally and even on the surface of the skin of his chest.

Now that he was aware of it, he recognized that Becca and Sue each had their head on his chest. His arms were around each of them, and by virtue of the fact that there was slight but constant changes in the contours of the contact with his skin, both girls must be awake and communicating in some fashion.

Marsh decided it was time to allow the light of the morning to pierce the shadows behind his eye lids. Ever so slowly he separated his upper and lower eye lashes, allowing the ambient light to illuminate the features of his surroundings.

Directly above was the prominent almost white mass surface of the bedroom ceiling. Lowering his view, without moving his head, Marsh could see the top of a flowing river of red hair, and loose curls of golden highlights adorning top of the other beautiful girl.

Neither of the ladies seemed to be aware Marsh had awakened. With his eyes open, Marsh combined the visual observations with the physical movements he felt, and realized Becca and Sue were sharing a warm good morning greeting in the form of a kiss. Marsh could also sense that the kiss was becoming more sensually stimulating with the passing of time. Each of the participants above him had an arm draped across Marsh, and a hand doing extensive explorations of the hard female body that was on the other side.

Marsh re-closed his eyes and tried in vain to remain relaxed. – Not gonna happen! One of the combatants poised on his chest noticed the activity of the informant at the apex of Marsh's inner thighs. He just couldn't keep that guy out of the action!

"Hmmm," Sue hummed. Her hand slid down Marsh's slightly rippled abdomen and lifted the offending appendage. "Looky what we have here." She softly whispered.

"Oooouuuuuw!" Answered Becca. "That thing sure did a number on me last night. ... No wait, it did a number IN me last night! And what a spectacular number that was!"

"I noticed!" responded Sue. "And what you were too preoccupied to see, was the three wringing wet bitches beside you that were desperately pounding themselves into oblivion watching you get taken to new heights in the stratosphere. Girl, I was in heaven just watching you go there."

Marsh felt Becca's head move as she altered her view of Sue. "Maybe you should roll that tight little body of yours over this direction, and mount that stud yourself. It looks to me like it's ready to be ridden."

"Are you sure you're OK with that? I don't want to horn in on your personal territory."

"Oh my god Sue, this man has more than enough love in him than all of us together can use up in our lifetime. You just get yourself in the saddle and ride. I'll get mine again when I recover from last night. I'll have you know, it's a good kind of sore, a happy sore, pleasantly fulfilled sore. But I think by the time I'm ready to ride again, (maybe tonight) there'll be time for you, and mom, and Jenni, and even Marguarita to get your fill. Give that thing a go!"

Becca paused thoughtfully. "Marguarita. ... I bet that little gal is a hurricane wrapped in a tiny soft little shell. I hope she and Marsh are lovers, too. I whanna watch that."

"I'll have to charge you extra for the front row seats, missy." Came a soft response in the doorway. "That Doktor Marsh has been seeing to this old lady's needs for many years. He's been away now for nearly four years, and this old lady is needing to ride again. SOON! Doktor Sue, you better get you some while the getting is good. Obviously Becca has the same unselfish and sharing nature our Becky had. You and me sweetie, we are vaarrry lucky women!"

"You are so right, Mama." Sue was in the process of rolling on top of Marsh.

Marsh had still not said a word, and his eyes had not given away the fact that he was awake. Marguarita sold him out. "You girls should know that my Marshall is awake for some time now. I know this man since he is a teenager. I worked for his mother, and now for him. And I love him to pieces. He is lying there basking in the nice things we are saying about him. Do not take too long now. I have breakfast almost ready, and I don't want it to have to get cold."

Now Marsh had a reason to at least speak. "Come over here and give me my wake up kiss, Mama. You know I wake up much happier when YOU kiss my sleep away."

Marguarita entered the room, crawled on top of Becca, planted her sensual lips over Marsh's, and gave him a long passionate kiss.

"MMmmmmmm," hummed Marsh. "I may live through this day yet, with resuscitation like that."

As Marguarita moved back from Marsh's face, she stopped only inches away, and lowered her lips on Becca's. The two of them shared a passionate tongue curling kiss, before Marguarita slipped off the bed, and turned to head back to the kitchen. "You three better make this a quickie, she advised. I'm almost ready to dish up the food out here." Her words faded as she walked out the door.

"Oh...My...God!" Becca's startled voice almost shouted. "She's a ball of fire! I want some more of that!"

"And you will get it, sweet pea." Came the reply from the kitchen door. "Just not right now. Mama has work to do, if she's going to be ready to get on the airplane with you." Marguarita stopped and turned in the kitchen doorway. "Doktor Marsh? You are taking Mama with you this time, yes? I already called Rosie last night and told her she was needed to take my place here at the ranch. She'll be here in about half of an hour."

"Oh God, I love this woman!" Marsh sighed. "My life would be in complete ruins if my mother had not brought her into it."

"You need to remember this Doktor Marsh." Mita was already back in the kitchen, but she had ears that missed nothing in the whole house. "Mama's the one that takes care of you baby. Becca and Doktor Sue will help me, but I'm your Mama, now and always. And Becca, you don't need to worry. Mita has plenty of lovin for you, too."

Sue and Becca couldn't help themselves. It seemed that laughter was the way of life here at the Mitchel Ranch, wait, was it the Mitchel Ranch, or "Marguarita's Village"? It didn't much matter. One thing was for sure, happiness was the way of life for this family.

Sue was impaled on Marsh's hard cock. She had been for the duration of the Marguarita Show. Now she got serious. Marsh was thrusting his cock upwards each time she rocked backwards. Her hot wet pussy was squelching with each stroke.

Becca moved into a position where she could kiss and suck on Sue's sensitive nipples, and she slipped her hand between Marsh and Sue, and started to massage Sue's hard clit. "Oh yes!" Sue cried out, as the stimulation sent her into her first orgasm.

Marsh and Becca continued exactly what they were doing, and Sue climaxed two more times in rapid succession. As her fourth orgasm began to peak, her pussy started to spasm, and it clamped down on Marsh's sensitive cockhead. That was the final straw, and the proverbial camel's back broke. What actually happened was that Marsh's balls contracted and hot white cum spurted out the tip of his cock, and splashed the inside of Sue's superheated, cock-sucking pussy.

"Ahhhhhh," Marsh breathed. "Do we have to go back to work? I wanna just stay right here, and let you beautiful ladies have your way with me forever. God you two are good to me."

"Do y'all think you might be able to take a little break in the action and have some of this here grub mama has fixed?" Rosalea stood with one hand on her hip, and one on the door frame. She was smiling at the three lovers on Marsh's bed. "It's sure good to see ya brother. Mama's been fussing and whining about you being gone so long. It's been almost impossible to live with the little witch."

Marsh wrapped Sue in his arms and took her with him as he sat up on the bed. His head turned toward the door. "Rosie! How the hell you been little sister? Come over here and give your big brother some lovin. You know Sue, but this gorgeous redhead is Becky's twin, Rebecca Andrews. Becca, this is Marguarita's daughter Rosalea. I don't know if she took her mom's name back when her worthless POS (piece of shit) husband left, but then it doesn't much matter. She's still my little sister, and if I ever hear that damned dirt bag is giving her any more trouble, I'll turn that fucker into bait and load up a couple of bear traps."

"Alllllrighty then. Becca dragged out. "Do you suppose you could tell us how you really feel, Marsh?" Sue and Becca started to laugh.

"OK," Marsh replied. "The last time that ass-wipe was out here, he started to yell at Rosie and then he hit her. I knew he had beat her up pretty bad a couple of times already, so I decided it was time to draw the line. He came out here with a couple of his buddies, set on taking Rosie back to town with him, so I left one of them pretty much alone so he had a driver. Then I did a little remodeling work on the other two.

Pacco the pig limped back to the truck with both eyes swollen shut. His nose was broken. His right shoulder was dislocated, and I'm pretty sure there were four or five busted ribs.

His big tough buddy had a glass jaw, and was a big wuss. I hit him once; he went down with a broken jaw, and missing a couple of teeth. He was smarter than Pacco, he stayed down.

"I told Pacco if he ever touched my little sister again, I'd kill him. To the best of my knowledge he went back to South America, and hasn't been in California since. I have friends in the immigration offices, and if he shows up I'll know."

Rosie was smiling. "You shoulda been here for that," she began. Pacco called me out from the driveway. I went to tell him to leave, and Marsh was coming down the steps when Pacco grabbed my arm and slapped me in the face. Marsh crossed that lawn in about two seconds."

"Those guys thought that everyone was afraid of them 'cause Juan Pablo was a gorilla. He stood about six foot six and he weighed about two sixty and no fat. Marsh was NOT impressed. I was afraid at first. I thought they were going to hurt Marsh, but he took them down before they knew what buzz saw they had run into."

"They tried to file charges on Marsh, but his sheriff buddies heard what happened and they told Pacco he better leave town or Marsh would probably kill him. As it was, I thought Marsh was gonna do it the first time. He was MAD! I don't care who you are or how big you are you better not piss off my big brother."

Becca said, "I'll keep that in mind."

"I remember that day," Sue added. I was here. Marsh was wound up tighter than a drum for a couple of hours after that. We had to soak him in the hot tub, and give him some strawberry-rhubarb pie to help him get relaxed.

"As I recall there was some very physical 'therapy' involved, as well." Marsh added. "And I'm NOT complaining."

"I think you better get up now and get a quick shower," Rosie piped up. "Mama is already starting to put stuff on the table."

Marsh, Becca, and Sue, made quick work of getting hosed down and dried. They came out to the kitchen naked, and just barely escaped the wrath of Mama. Breakfast was simple but delicious. Everyone had plenty to eat, and then they went to where their clothes were and got dressed for the trip back to work.

Marsh called Helen Jones at the car dealership and apologized for not being able to make it in this morning, and assured her that they were still going to need the new van and SUV. He would find another day later in the week to come in and make a deal.

Rosalea and Marsh went over a few details about what she was going to do, and what she was going to get paid for running the ranch, and Marguarita was ready to leave with everybody by the time they were finished.

Marsh, Sue, and Marguarita had each packed a few clothes in a suitcase, and everyone headed up towards the hanger. Well everyone except Marsh, and Marguarita. Mama had taken Marsh by the arm and walked him back to his bedroom.

"You need to take something else with you, Mi hijo. Mita explained. She stepped into Marsh's closet and opened the small drawer where Marsh kept a few pieces of jewelry and some small keepsakes. Marsh saw an envelope there that he didn't remember and when he picked it up, there were three small ring boxes under it.

"What is this?" Marsh looked at Marguarita suspiciously.

"Needful things, Mi hijo, needful things. My brother knew that someday you would need these things so last year he started to make them. He finished them a few weeks ago, and asked me to bring them up here so you would have them when you needed them. I think now is time. Open the letter."

Marsh tentatively folded the flap of the envelope back and took out the letter.

"Mi Hermano," it began. "The first box to open is the little wooden one. I made you a gold chain so you could wear Becky's wedding ring and Elise's little gold band around your neck, and close to your heart, forever."

Margarita's brother was a jewelry maker, and Marsh had commissioned him to make Becky's original wedding ring, and then a little gold band for Elise's seventh birthday. The little gold band was quite simple, but Elise had asked daddy for a gold ring for her birthday, and she loved it.

Marsh had designed Becky's engagement ring and wedding band to be a one of a kind. The engagement ring had a modest sized sapphire on top with three little diamonds on each side. The wedding band was a simple small band with eight small diamonds that wrapped around the sapphire and hugged the other diamonds. It was simple but beautiful, and Becky loved that ring.

She had asked Marsh for a plain gold band to wear for work, so the pretty ring could stay home and safe. Marsh had kept all of them, and now Carlos had put them on a continuous gold chain, big enough for Marsh to slip over his head and wear the memories. There was no opening or clasp in the chain to malfunction. Carlos had welded the links of the chain closed so there would be no accidental opening and loss.

"The next box is for you to wear when you find your new love. It is the red box. I know you are crushed right now my brother, but I know some day you will love again. I made the band of pure platinum. I know your soul is pure, Marsh. The accents are little hearts made of gold, because your heart is made of gold. The center stone is an emerald that I cut myself. It has a tiny flaw on one side to tell of your great sorrow. The two little sapphires one on each side, I cut from one perfect stone. Those will always be a sign that although you have found a new love, you will never forget the two perfect loves that you lost."

Marsh had to quit reading and Mita handed him some tissue to wipe away the tears. Marsh opened the red box and was awestruck by the simple elegance of the gleaming new ring.
When he had control again Marsh continued to read.

"The last box is the blue one. Marsh, I want you to have this for your new bride. I know that someday you will have one and I can only hope that both you and your new love will like this. It is much like Becky's ring that you designed. I put the other half of the emerald that I cut for your ring, on top with the tiny flaw. I put two more small sapphires on each side. I cut them from one as well. Your new love should know and share the memory of the love you once shared. I feel this in no way disrespects your new love, or cheapens her value. It only reminds her of the depths that your love has reached."

"Thank my sister for giving these to you from me. I pray I will get to see you happy again someday, my brother."

Carlos.

Marsh opened the wooden box again and slipped the chain over his head.

"Let's go Mita. The others are waiting. Is Carlos still in Durango, Mita? I need to see him and thank him in person. This gift is priceless."

"Si, Mi hijo. Carlos still makes fine jewelry for wealthy clients in his shop in Durango. His work is very good, and people pay him well to make their custom pieces. He was so proud that you asked him to make the first rings, and when he heard of your loss he wanted to offer you a gift to help you heal, Mi hijo."

"You tell him his wish is coming true, Mama. I will go and tell him as soon as I can. I love the new rings, and I think Becca will love her new ring, too."

Marguarita smiled at Marsh. "I knew when you got here and introduced her to me Mi hijo. I knew she was the one. That is why I did not want you to leave without the rings. When will you ask her, Marsh? Soon I hope. You need that girl beside you Mi hijo. Don't let her get away. Remember when you first met Becky and you let that other guy get a chance to take her out, because you were too busy? I wanted to blister your butt."

"What do you mean you wanted to? You did blister my butt. And remember how Becky laughed at me when you told her about it? You were always trying to get me in trouble, Mama."

Marsh and Marguarita laughed all the way up to the helipad. Jimmy and Rick had helped Becca get the helo out of the hanger. She could have just flown it out, but since they had time, they took it out and did a thorough walk around inspection while they waited for the two stragglers.

Marsh looked at Marguarita; he smiled and asked her, "Would now be a good time, Mama? What do you think about right now before we leave?"

"Oh yes Mi hijo. Now is a very good time." Marguarita beamed.

"Good time for what? Are we going to load up and make leaving sounds, now?" asked Becca.

"Soon enough," Marsh replied as he took Becca's hand and led her into the hanger. Marsh had a big overstuffed chair in this hanger, but no couch, and no area rug. He led her back to the chair, turned her around, and gave her a gentle push. Becca plopped down in the chair.

Marsh turned and looked at Trish, who was standing right next to Sue. "Would you two come over here and sit on the arms of the chair beside Becca?" he asked.

"OK." Marsh had everyone's attention. "It seems all of us here have had life bending experiences over the last few days. Most of them were pleasant surprises for several of us. Marguarita just pulled another one out of the hat for me, and I want to share it."

Becca was looking intently at Marsh. "What's with the new gold chain? You didn't have that on the last time I saw you."

"A little impatient, are we? I said I was going to share." Marsh reached up and pulled the lower part of the chain out from under his shirt.

"Marguarita' s brother Carlos is a jewelry maker. He works out of a little shop in Durango, Mexico." Marsh paused. "I asked Carlos to make me a custom set of rings for my Becky. He did. Then a few years ago I asked him to make a special little ring for Elise. She had asked her daddy for a ring for her seventh birthday. Carlos made a beautiful ring for a beautiful little girl."

"Last year Carlos asked Marguarita to send him those rings. He knew I had kept them. He took the rings and made this continuous gold chain for them. The chain has no opening or clasp, so it will never accidently come off. Mita gave it to me just before we came out of the house, and I plan to wear it most of the time. I can't think of a reason I would ever take it off, in fact. If anyone wants to see Becky and Elise's rings, you'll just have to get close to me. I'm keeping them close to my heart."

Marsh paused and took a couple of deep breaths. "Trish, Sue I want to ask the two of you if you're OK with me having Mita read the letter that Carlos wrote to me."

Sue and Trish got blank looks on their faces and Sue asked; "Why in the hell should we care?"

"Please tell me it's OK." Marsh insisted.

"It's OK with me, Marsh," answered Trish. "I don't know why you need my permission, but I've told all of these people that I trust you completely, so go for it."

Sue looked at Trish then at Becca. "I hope this letter explains this moment better than you have so far, Marsh. I trust you as well. I've known you longer than everyone here, except Mita and if she thinks the letter is suitable for mixed company I'm OK with it. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't read it if she thought it was bad for anyone."

Marguarita began reading the letter. Everyone nodded as she repeated her brother's words.

Mita paused before starting the second section of the letter. "This is going to be show and tell." Marsh said as he pulled the red box out of his pocket. He handed the box to Rick, and asked Rick to pass the box around, as Marguarita read.

There were several gasps, and someone said, "Oh wow! That's beautiful."

Jenni was the last person to get a chance to see the platinum ring. When she was satisfied she had seen enough, she handed the box back to Marsh. And Mita stopped reading until Marsh had his ring back in his pocket.

"If anyone had told me last week, that any of this would have been happening today I'd have told that person they were dead wrong, and crazier than a loon. Mita," Marsh said in a loving whisper. "Would you read the last part of the letter to Becca? The rest of you are welcome to listen in, but the last part of Carlos' letter is for me and to Becca."

Marguarita beamed back at Marsh. "You honor me Mi hijo. I am very pleased to read this to Becca." As Marguarita read the last part of the letter all of the females were crying.

When she finished the letter Marsh knelt in front of Becca on one knee, and opened the box. "Rebecca Marie Andrews, Will you marry me? Will you wear these rings and help me honor the memory of my lost loves while we build a new and lasting love?"

Becca had her head in her hands. Her mouth hung open and though she was truly speechless, she nodded her head.

Trish was the first person to catch her voice. "Daughter of mine," she said. "If you don't tell that man yes, I'm gonna beat you to a long and bloody death!"

Becca let herself fall forward out of the chair and wrapped her arms around Marsh's neck. "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times YES!" she was finally able to say.

Marsh lifted Becca with him as he stood up. He took the engagement band out of the box and slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly. "Did Carlos have some insight none of the rest of us had?" She asked. "How could he know my ring size, and fit me so perfectly?"

The only explanation I can think of is he made the ring to fit Becky, and figured I could have it sized if I needed to." Marsh answered.

The girls all gathered around Becca and pawed her hand looking at the ring.

Jimmy stepped over to Marsh. "Looks like my plan worked, eh?"

"Yer a dirty rotten scoundrel, is what y'are." Was Marsh's response.

Rick stepped over to Jimmy and shook his hand. "Don't ya just love it, when a plan comes together buddy?"

Marsh stood and watched the group mingle for a few more minutes, and thought to himself. I'm not sure Doctor Mitchel, but if you aren't the luckiest dude in the world, you're having one hell of a nightmare, 'cause when you wake up, if this didn't happen you're gonna really be screwed up in the head.

Marsh squatted down on his heels and motioned for Wolf. "Our lives just made a HUGE switch-a-roo buddy. We're gonna see some biiiiig changes."

Wolf cocked his head and whined. Then he got up, ran over to the helo, and hopped in the back door.

Marsh laughed. "So ya think we should run, while we have the chance 'ol pal? How far do you think we could get, before Jimmy sends out the Hornets my friend? We're roped in Wolf. Roped in, hog-tied and we're about to be branded. And ya know what? I'm pretty sure we're gonna love it. Look at that beautiful redhead over there Wolf. She loves me. Now all we gotta do is get ourselves home and figure out how it all works. "

Wolf watched Marsh intently, cocking his head back and forth, and raising his eye brows. When Marsh finished talking, Wolf whined again and let out a short friendly bark. "Yeah pal. I know. You've never lived this kind of life, but take my word for it. It's gonna be a sweet life." Wolf whined again.

"I pretty much hate to mention this my friends," Marsh spoke pretty loudly from the helipad. "I'm thinken maybe, we oughta load-em up, and head on outta here."

Becca was the first to respond. She came running out and threw herself into Marsh's arms. "OK my prince. I'll go anywhere with you. I'm your wench, and I'll be at your beck and call forever."

Marsh held Becca and turned just a bit so he could look at the rest of the family walking towards the helo. "Y'all heard that, right? My beck and call girl, forever."

"Ha!" was the first thing Marsh heard from Jenni. "I bet you're gonna be pussy whipped inside of a week, sucka. She's gonna put together a hunny-dew list as long as your arms can reach. I've seen what happens to an ugly man that hooks up with a beautiful girl. You're done for buckwheat. D-U-N F-O-A-R!"

Marsh held Becca in his arms as he turned towards Wolf again. "Didja hear that, buddy? She seems ta think we're in a spot of trouble. Does this look like trouble Wolf? Do you think I made a big miscalculation? I think she's too pretty to be that much trouble, right boy? Way too pretty."

Becca planted about a half dozen kisses all over Marsh's face. "Let's go home my love. Take me home!"

Marsh set Becca back on the concrete. "I think I should point out the obvious. There's eight of us going back to the Gulfstream. That's no problem for the Gulfstream, but there's only seven seats here in the 407. A couple of us are gonna be real cozy for the trip to the airport. If Jimmy wants to sit up front and fly this thing, Becca and I can sit in the back and scrunch tight with Mita."

"Marsh," Rick immediately responded. "You and Becca are the pilots in this family. You two take the front seats and take us to the airport, then fly us home. Jimmy and I can cuddle up with Marguarita just fine. If Jimmy doesn't want to help me, I'll keep her all to myself. I don't think this pretty little lady will be a burden at all."

Marguarita smiled up at Rick. "You smooth talker, you. I bet you say that to all the girls, don't you? What? You think you might get lucky? This old gal's got skills, you dirty old man. You better be careful. How's your cardiac output doing these days?"

The group broke into a fit of laughter again. Jimmy looked at Rick, then at Marguarita, then back at Rick. "I think she's got your number, my friend. That little lady just called your bluff."

Rick shook his head. "Marsh, I think I can figure out where you got this gal from, but how on God's Green Earth did you secure the services of this firecracker. We're gonna need a stronger fort!"

Marguarita had climbed into the cabin of the helo. Now she turned around and faced Rick, who was standing on the concrete pad. She put her hands on each side of Rick's face and planted a loud sloppy kiss on his lips.

"You just keep it up Meestar Rickky! Mita's gonna make you reeelly glad your mama brought you into theece world!" Marguarita drug that statement out for all she was worth, and accentuated the mis-pronouncement of her words. Her hands were lightly patting Rick's cheeks, and the look on her face was priceless.

The look on Rick's face was even better. He was an information specialist. He knew his way around personnel details, and he was a wiz at figuring out what people were capable of. Marguarita Rosario was like no one he had come across in his life.

Everyone loaded themselves into the helo, and Marguarita snuggled down in Rick's lap. Rick was tall and thin, and Marguarita was just a tiny slip of a thing. The seat belts snugged up around both of them together with strap to spare.

Marsh wound up the rubber bands, and the rotors began to turn. Marsh lifted off the pad, and turned towards the hills. He flew over to Elise's rock, and hovered in place to show it from the air. A little alteration in the pedal pressures and the helicopter turned first to the right, then to the left so everyone got a good look. Marsh took a deep cleansing breath, and then put some back pressure on the cyclic as he lifted the collective. As the chopper lifted and backed away from the hillside, Marsh whispered, "Bye, bye for now baby girl. I'll be back to see you later."

"Are you OK to fly?" Becca asked softly.

"I'm fine." Marsh replied. "I didn't tell all of you yesterday, because I couldn't. Becky and Elise's ashes are buried under that rock. It was a special place for us. This was my first time back since they were put in there. Marsh felt Marguarita's hand on his shoulder.

Marsh took another deep breath, and blinked his eyes a couple of times. He spun the helicopter a hundred and eighty degrees, leaned forward on the cyclic, and flew out of his valley. There was a long day ahead, and Marsh didn't know the half of it.

The flight to the airport was quick and uneventful. Morgan was turning the Gulfstream around with Marsh's NMC 60 tug. He'd topped the fuel tanks off, and had the interior serviced yesterday afternoon, so all that was left was for Marsh and Becca to pre-flight the aircraft, and fly it home.

Marsh and Becca walked around the plane and talked about the points in their preflight inspection. Morgan disconnected the tug and drove it back into the hangar. Jimmy and Rick had taken the suitcases out of the 407, and Jimmy opened the baggage door under the Gulfstream.

"You realize those could go in the cabin with us?" Marsh reminded him.

"Yeah, but this is easier than carrying them up the stairs." Jimmy replied. "Not like it's a big deal either way." Jimmy finished as he threw his own and Rick's bags in with the suitcases.

As they walked up the steps, Marsh asked, "Hey Mama? You gonna induct Uncle Ricky into the mile high club this morning?"

Marguarita stopped in her tracks, turned around on the step, and smacked Marsh right in the face. "You little snot!" She barked. "What I'm going to do to Uncle Ricky is none of your damn business. You just keep yourself busy up in that cockpit, and let mama be."

"Whoa, now hot shot!" Becca smirked. "I guess mama has got your number, too."

Marguarita cradled Marsh's face in both hands. "Not to worry. Mi hijo knows mama loves him." With that she planted a kiss on each of his cheeks and then a warm one on his lips. "I do love you baby." She finished as she turned back up the stairway and walked into the plush cabin.

Marguarita walked forward with Marsh and Becca, and checked out the cockpit. Then while the two of them got into their seats, and buckled up, she walked back through the cabin and checked out the aft cabin and the nice big bed. After sitting down and bouncing on the mattress a couple of times Marguarita came back up to the front. "Doktor Marsh!" She gushed. "This is very nice. Why you didn't get mama one of these sooner. Mama can travel very nice in this airplane."

Becca laughed. "Marsh was trying to keep mama locked away on the ranch so he could have her all to himself." She chuckled.

"You got that right, sweetheart. This boy knows a good thing when he gets it. Mama is MINE!" Marsh was watching the reaction on Marguarita's face.

"In your dreams, little boy child. In your dreams." She paused then continued, "I know, I know. Mama takes good care of her mi hijo. Now she has to add Rebecca and the rest of this crazy family, too."

Marguarita was the last one to take a seat, and buckle up.

Marsh and Becca went through their pre-start check list, then the preflight list. Becca rolled the plane onto the taxiway and over to the end of the runway. Both of them were especially observant of what was going on around them, since the control tower at San Bernardino International Airport (SBD) was not manned. Marsh advised local traffic on the Unicom frequency, and after Becca lifted off, Marsh called the radar center and activated a flight plan.

Flying home was mostly uneventful. Becca did a couple of barrel rolls while she was climbing out to her cruise altitude, and she cruised at almost Mach one, instead of the sedate .92 that Marsh had cruised on the way out.

Jenni and Sue sat at a table with Trish and peppered her with questions about Jimmy, Rick, the Turner ranch and the companies that they were going to be providing services for.

Trish plied them for all she could learn about Marsh and the daughter she had lost and would never get to know.

In less than three hours Becca was advising everyone to take their seats, buckle up, and get ready for landing. It was very obvious that Becca knew what she was doing. She greased the landing, and taxied over to her hangar like she had been doing it all day every day of her life.

Tommy had the Bell 230 out on the apron, and everyone got out of the jet and stretched a little before they climbed into the helo. Becca told Marsh she wanted to see if he could fly the larger helo, so he did. Landing it on top of the Turner office building, Marsh set the landing gear on the pad, and backed the helicopter into the hanger, before he shut down the engines. "Show-off!" Becca chided.

Jimmy didn't keep armed personnel on the roof full time, but there was always someone there in time to open the door and help with bags or whatever.

There were a few potted plants up on the roof, around the helipad. When he got out of the helo, Wolf went straight to one of those plants and proceeded to water it for an extended time. "What's the matter Wolf?" Trish asked when he finally made his way down into the penthouse. "Marsh won't let you use the airplane bathroom?"

Wolf put his head under Trish's hand and conned her into a little bit of lovin.

Jimmy had called ahead from the plane, and had one of the security guys bring some Chinese take-out to the penthouse. It had just arrived when they got there so everyone had a good lunch. There was pleasant conversation around the table, and plenty of joking around. Everyone kinda stretched out their meal, because they all knew it was time to get back to work, and that meant a whole bunch of new tasks.

There were electricians, A/V techs, and computer wizards working on moving all the electronics from the first floor executive offices to the new locations on the sixth floor. Marsh had given instructions to the right people before they had left yesterday, and the guys and gals were making great progress.

Rick agreed to take Marguarita on a tour of the building, and then he would give her a ride out to the ranch, and show her the new house where she would be living with Marsh, Becca and Trish.

Marsh walked across the lawn and the hotel parking lot with Trish as she returned to the Best Western Turner Inn, for the first time in four days. As they approached the side door Trish asked Marsh if he still had the card key for the room she had given him on Friday when he first checked in.
"Yeah,... I think it's in my wallet. Did you need to get it back right away? Or are you just checking. After all girl, your father gave me the whole damn hotel. Since it's mine now I should be able to have a room key if I want one, no?"

"Of course, silly." Trish smiled up at him. "I want to use your room."

"OK, I.....OH! OK." The light came on in Marsh's brain, as he caught her drift. Now Marsh smiled. "And hell yes, I want!"

Marsh opened the door to the hallway and led Trish to the suite he had checked into last week. He followed Trish into "his" suite, where Trish stopped just inside the door. She stretched on her tip-toes and proceeded to try to polish Marsh's tonsils.

Marsh's hands couldn't keep still, they were all over Trish's back....And front....And....Marsh picked Trish up off the floor and carried her into the bedroom, where they proceeded to try to maintain physical contact while removing each other's clothes. Then with one hand behind her back, Trish figured out how to turn back the bedspread, blanket and top sheet.

Marsh gave Trish a gentle push, and she was on her back at the edge of the king sized bed. Marsh dropped to his knees, and proceeded to adjust Trish's legs so he could fit between them at the very top.

"Mmmmm." Marsh hummed. "I love eating a good dessert after lunch. This goes with Chinese, Italian, Mexican, or even a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"Shut up and eat!" Trish commanded. "And feel free to use your hands. Forks and spoons are NOT needed."

As Marsh activated both hands, his lips, and his tongue, he thought for a minute he had been transported to Southern Africa...was this Victoria Falls? No, couldn't be. The Zambezi River runs cold, and this gal was definitely HOT! Sure tasted sweet, though. Great dessert!

Marsh's lips closed around Trish's clit. His tongue lashed back and forth across the sensitive little nub, and the index and middle finger of his right hand strummed her G-spot like a rock guitarist. Trish may well have been physically lying on a bed, in the Best Western Turner Inn, but as Marsh rocked her world with multiple orgasms, she had NO clue where she was.

After more climaxes than she could keep count of, Trish pushed on the offending head of hair, which was attached to the face, responsible for the attack. "Oh My God, Marsh! Please stop. Please! Pleeeeeaaaassse SSSTTTTTOOOOPPPPP!" One more orgasm ripped through Trish before Marsh let her try to relax and catch her breath.

Marsh stood up, and picked up Trish's quivering body. "Let's see if we can do this another way, shall we?" he asked as he turned her a quarter turn and placed her in the middle of the bed this time.

"Oh Dear." Trish sighed. "I don't know if I'll survive much more of this treatment..."she paused. "But I'll try, if you really want me to."

Marsh lay down on the bed beside her, and pulled Trish on top of his body. He reached down between them, and positioned the head of his cock at the soft, hot, slit, that he had just been drinking from.

His hips lifted off the bed, and rocked upwards. The length of his shaft slipped into Trish, and the tip of his cockhead brushed her cervix. Marsh stopped moving and Trish's pussy muscles lightly tightened around him.

She started to rock back and forth slowly, gradually increasing her speed and distance. As she did, Marsh began to match her level of enthusiasm with the movement of his hips. It wasn't long before Trish started to quiver a little then her body began to shake uncontrollably as her pussy clamped down on Marsh's cock.

It was all Marsh could take as well. His balls contracted, and shot after shot of hot sperm gushed into the depths of the scalding hot love tunnel he was impaled inside of.

The spent lovers lay unmoving in the middle of the bed till they could start to breathe somewhat normally again.

"Well girl," Marsh looked up into Trish's beautiful blue-green eyes. "Do you think you're ready to go back to work, yet?"

"Holy Moses!" Trish gasped. "Go back to work? I don't know if I'll ever walk again, Marsh. You have NO IDEA what you just did to me. I thought daddy rocked my world yesterday in the airplane. You just exploded it in nuclear reactor proportions. My God Marsh! What on earth will you do for an encore?"

"Aaaah, let's not worry about that right now. Let's get up and take a shower. I don't want to put a crimp in your style, but I worked up a sweat, and I think if I don't get a little of the perfume off, somebody may think I've been sexually harassing my VP."

"You have, Marsh, and believe me, I will NOT be telling the folks in HR. This was all mine and I ain't telling nobody."

Marsh and Trish got off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. Trish stopped at the toilet while Marsh went into the shower, and adjusted the water temperature.

There was no bidet in the hotel bathroom, but the shower had a hand wand, for handicapped guests. Trish used it to wash out the combined juices their lovemaking had left in her very satisfied pussy.

They dried each other, and Marsh used the blow drier on Trish's hair. Marsh had stripped Trish's clothes off of her before he got her panties too wet, so she was able to put those back on as they both got dressed. Marsh and Trish left the housekeeping needed card on the door, as they walked up to the office.

When they walked in, Trish's assistant manager was busy in the office. She looked up at the two newcomers, and did a double take.

"Look at you, girlfriend!" She beamed. "He got you good, didn't he? You're glowing like a Roman Candle, babe. You obviously needed that."

Trish turned bright red, in an instant. "That obvious?" she asked sheepishly. "Oh girl, if you only knew."

"Hey," Marsh complained. "You said you wouldn't kiss and tell."

They chatted for a few minutes with Trish's assistant manager and Trish asked if she would like to take off for lunch. Trish offered to work the desk while she was gone. Marsh gave Trish a warm hug and kiss, and headed back across the lawn to the new glass office building.

Marsh got off the elevator on the sixth floor, just as a couple of cars pulled up in front of the hotel. Marsh walked down to his office, where there were new monitors being installed and hooked to the computers and surveillance systems. One of the techs started to give Marsh a little tour of what they had hooked up so far.

On Marsh's desk was a thirty two inch monitor which was already hooked into most of the system. Marsh watched as two men in civies got out of the first car, just as the monitor changed to the next camera. A uniformed police officer stepped out of the second car.

The normal progression was for the monitoring system to cycle through the outside/parking lot cameras, then to go through the inside ones. There were cameras in each of the hallways, two in the lobby, and two in the office.

Marsh sat at his desk. Wolf lay a little to Marsh's left, and back against the wall. He could care less what the computer guys were doing, or what Marsh watched on the monitors.

The system switched to the camera that was just a little way from the check-in desk. It showed a pretty good view of the men at the desk, and Marsh watched as the uniformed officer said something to the bigger and older looking of the two men in civilian clothes. Marsh saw recognition on the man's face as the view changed again.

Now Marsh had a clear view of Trish. The look on her face turned to terror as Marsh watched, and as the camera view changed again, Marsh saw Trish reach under the desk.

Immediately, the camera switched back to the view of Trish. The big man had his hand on her wrist. A loud buzzer/alarm went off, right here in Marsh's office. Marsh and Wolf went into action.

In the hotel lobby Officer Randy Bullock had recognized Trish, as Patty (the pussy) Jackson. When he pointed that out to Trevor Gordon, Trevor realized that the lady with the nametag saying her name was Trish, was in fact Patty, the girl from high school. She was also the girl that had filed charges on him eight years ago, and put him in prison for five years.

Trevor Gordon's brain tumbled through the history. He had been dating a chick named Kimberly Stratton. Kimberly was pretty hot, but she didn't put out, the way he wanted. Patty (the pussy) Jackson, on the other hand, was a slut. She was on her knees at the drop of a hat. Well, at the drop of a zipper anyway, and she was good at what she did. She wasn't always whining about having a guy go down on her. She just put out.

Then when he hooked up with her again eight years ago she tried to say she wasn't like that anymore, so when he pushed the issue, she had called the cops. Trevor was arrested and convicted, and got an eight year sentence. He was out in five, but this bitch needed a lesson. Trevor Gordon wasn't the guy to mess with.

Trevor and his cousin Tommy Martinelli had come up from New Orleans. Tommy's dad was related to some family guys in Los Angeles, and New York. They all had ties back to Sicily, and some of them were pretty bad dudes. Trevor's Aunt was married to Tommy's dad. Tommy's father and grandfather had sorta gotten out of the family businesses, and they had become pussies, they weren't tough family guys like his father Harold. Trevor's dad was a "made" man, and Trevor could pretty much do as he pleased.

Now this Patty, or Trish if that's what she called herself now, was gonna put out one more time and then Trevor was going to see that she didn't testify against him again.

Trevor reached across the desk and grabbed Patty's wrist while he jumped up on top of the desk, and vaulted to the other side. "Come on over guys." Trevor called. "This bitch used to give really good head. Let's see if she can still put out."

Tommy and Randy hadn't really come in here for this, but they were here with Trevor, and it would be easier to go along with him than to explain why they wussed out on him. Tommy came over the desk first, and Randy followed.

Trevor was pushing the chick up against the wall. "Come on now, Patty Pussy!" Trevor yelled at Trish. "You took five good years out of my life. Now I'm gonna get something for my trouble and you ain't gonna put anybody away again, ever. You God damn bitch!"

Tommy you hold her on one side and Randy you hold the other. She's gonna blow me or I'm gonna face fuck her till she turns blue. Trevor had turned into somebody that neither Randy nor Tommy recognized, but this was getting exciting. What the hell. Why not have a little fun before the party tonight.

In the Turner office building next door, Marsh had only seen the hand on Trish's wrist. He had heard the panic alarm that Trish had pushed, and that was all he needed. His fight or flight switch had been flipped to the fight position.

Marsh went to his office door and yelled, "Jimmy, Becca, hotel office!" Marsh didn't wait to see if either of them was even here. He went out the side door, into the hallway. It was two steps to the fire door, with the crash bar hardware, and Marsh definitely crashed through it.

Marsh's new office was on the sixth floor. The stairwell was split into two flights of stairs with a landing between, from each floor to the next. There were eight steps between each landing, and steel guardrails on both sides of the stairs.

Marsh flew through the door on the top floor and launched himself into the stairwell. One foot landed on a step near the middle of the flight. His next landed on the landing below. Marsh grabbed the center steel railing and flung himself around to the next flight of stairs. Hitting one step near the middle he landed on the next landing.

Taking two leaping steps down each flight of stairs, Marsh was at the ground floor before even he could have expected. He hit the crash bar on the fire exit. The alarm went off as Marsh went out the door.

Marsh's canine partner had matched him step for leaping step coming down the stairwell. His four legged assistant made it to the hotel door a couple of steps ahead of him, and had to wait for Marsh to grab the handles and swing the double glass doors wide open.

Wolf accelerated from a standing start much faster than his pokey two legged partner, and he left the lobby floor, about eight feet from the hotel's check-in desk. "Rescue Trish, Wolf!" Marsh had commanded as he came across the hotel lobby.

"Rescue!" was a command the big police dog knew. Marsh had sent him on rescues before. All four of Wolf's feet pushed off the top of the desk, and all four of them landed on the back of the uniformed police officer. Randy Bullock wasn't sure what hit him like a ton of bricks, but Wolf was not inclined to take time for formal introductions. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of the officer's neck and the big canine shook his head and shoulders.

One of the big dog's teeth ripped through Randy's external juggler vein, and blood started gushing down the officer's neck and chest. Wolf didn't stop at that. His powerful neck muscles twisted back and forth, as he shook the man's head violently.

There was a crunching sound as the C2 and C3 vertebrae snapped, and Randy Bullock went limp.

Marsh was not really far behind Wolf, but rather than go over the desk, Marsh elected to try the office door. As he expected it was locked, but it was a hollow core door, and Marsh lost very little momentum crashing through. Leading with his left shoulder, Marsh converted the door into slivers of wood, and chunks of melamine.

Four years ago Marsh was an easy going emergency room physician. He almost never raised his voice, and a good football game was as violent as Marsh thought life should be. He had had very few fights in his life, and all of those had been when he was defending someone that was at an unfair disadvantage.

With what Marsh considered the murder of Becky and Elise there was a change in him. There was a dark side now. Where Marsh would probably have tried to resolve issues with negotiations before, he was now inclined to just eliminate the opposition. Unfortunately for Trevor Gordon, Tommy Martinelli, and indirectly for Officer Randy Bullock, Marsh was NOT inclined to negotiate now.

Tommy was the closest of the men to Marsh's point of entry, therefore the first to incur the wrath of the pissed off doctor. Both of Marsh's arms and hands went straight to Tommy's throat. Crossing the front of Tommy's neck, Marsh's left arm tightened and crushed the smaller man's air supply. Marsh's right hand crossed and the palm of his hand curved around Tommy's chin, with the fingers of Marsh's right hand wrapped around the right side of his jaw. That's not the most comfortable way to put your hands on another person, but it's a way to exert a tremendous amount of pressure in a direction that most humans never know.

Marsh's right forearm muscles contracted, pulling his wrist to a position above his own right shoulder. Marsh relaxed his left arm below his elbow and pushed forward with his upper arm.

The last thing Tommy Martinelli saw was the angry face of Marshall Mitchel. Marsh re-gripped Tommy's face with his right hand. His left hand reached down and grasped Tommy's belt. In a smooth fluid motion Marsh lifted Tommy's lifeless body and tossed it over the hotel registration desk, and onto the slate tile floor. Tommy's skull cracked when it hit the floor.

The big canine released his prey about the same time Marsh released his, and both turned to the last man in line. "I've got him Wolf." Marsh called.

In the fraction of a minute between Marsh coming through the door, and Trevor becoming a target, Trevor realized that all hell had broken loose, and he had released his grip on Trish. Trish slid down the wall and Trevor started to turn in the direction of the dog.

Wolf had already started to move towards the big man, and Marsh's words were lost on the big animal. His snarling jaws closed around a chunk of denim and flesh at Trevor's crotch. Trevor's scream got louder and higher pitched as Wolf's grip tightened.

As Wolf closed his jaw, Marsh's hands and arms followed nearly the same path around Trevor as they had around Tommy. Marsh's left elbow pushed a little harder into the bigger man's back, and his right arm jerked a little further to the right. The net result was the same, except that Trevor was bleeding profusely from his femoral artery, where Tommy's skin was mostly still intact. Marsh re-gripped Trevor by the belt and his neck, and repeated the smooth turning throw, with the same results.

The whole process, after Wolf and Marsh came through the side entrance of the hotel lobby had taken something less than sixty seconds. Trevor Gordon's body landed on the lobby floor in front of the arriving Becca and Jimmy. Becca checked for pulses. Nada!

Within a couple of minutes the lobby filled with guys and gals in black or charcoal tactical outfits, with weapons of every kind.

Marsh turned back to the sobbing Trish. The uniformed police officer that had had the misfortune to become a target of Wolf lay on the floor in the corner of the office, where he'd left the body. Marsh turned into a loving caregiver again, and reached down and scooped Trish into his arms.

Jimmy began giving security personnel instructions, and posts. There were three points of entry to the hotel lobby, and Jimmy assigned two armed sentries at each. Nobody came in without Jimmy or Marsh's permission.

Because there had been a uniformed police officer killed in this bizarre event, Jimmy was going to be damned sure he knew exactly who came through the doors.

Jimmy also knew that though the hotel and his offices were outside the city limits, the county sheriff had the investigative authority but the local police chief was going to be one pissed off LEO. (law enforcement officer) Jimmy had been in the ring with him for many bouts in the past, and had won them all.

Jimmy called the sheriff on his cell phone and told him what was going on. They had known each other for a lot of years, and had worked together a lot. When Jimmy started telling him what happened at the hotel, his friend started to laugh. "This guy is your new CEO?" Bart repeated. "He's been here for how many days? He's killing who in your hotel lobby? Jimmy, I don't suppose you thought to break him in a little slowly, eh? Or was this his entrance exam? My God, Jimmy do you have any idea how much paper work this is gonna mean for the police department?"

Jimmy growled. "Only paperwork I'm gonna do is sign the coroners transport sheet when they come get these ass holes outta my hotel. That crooked rat bastard police chief can look at my security tapes and write his own fucking paperwork!"

"Oh my God Jimmy I just thought of something. Didn't you tell me this new guy of yours is a California LEO? Isn't he a county deputy or something? He's gonna have to fill out paperwork for his own department on those three hoodlums, too, isn't he.

Jimmy laughed. "Think of it like this, Bart. Marsh only killed two of them. His canine killed the other one. Ya think they'll make the damn dog fill out a bunch of forms? No, really Bart, we have the whole thing on several camera views, and they're all on digital disks. I can mass produce those things, and anyone who wants it on paper can transcribe their own fucking forms."

Marsh had carried Trish back into her old apartment. Nothing in it had changed. All the people who needed to know had been told she was going to be moving, but nothing had been done about it yet. She was sitting in Marsh's lap, and her sobs were beginning to slow down. Her uniform was torn to ribbons, as Trevor had tried to undress her. Her bra and panties were still intact. When he sat down, Marsh had grabbed a throw, and covered her. Partly in case anyone walked in, and partly to keep her warm. It was by no means cold, inside or out, but a traumatic event such as this can throw a person's metabolism all to hell.
Becca came into the apartment, and sat down next to Marsh and Trish. She turned towards them and put one arm around Marsh's neck, and one around her mother. She laid her head on the front of Marsh's shoulder and looked into her mother's eyes. "Are you hurt mom?"

"I don't think so," Trish whispered. "My wrist hurts a little. Did you catch those guys Marsh? That big one was the one that hurt me eight years ago. Did you get him?"

"Mom," Becca was speaking softly. "Marsh killed him. He killed two of the guys, mom, and Wolf killed the other one."

Trish sat up with her eyes wide open. "Marsh did what?"

"Marsh and Wolf killed them all mother."

"Oh my God." Trish gasped. "Marsh, are you OK? Did they hurt you? Where are they now?"

"Trish, what do you say we get you some clean clothes and Becca and I can take you home? Marguarita should be there by now, and you can kick back and relax for the rest of the day."

"Clean clothes?" Trish asked. "Why do I need clean clothes?"

"I guess they wouldn't have to be clean" Marsh laughed. "But I doubt you want to walk out of here in a bra and panties, sweetie."

Trish threw off the quilt Marsh had covered her with. "Oh my God! What happened to my uniform? Did Trevor do this?"

"Yes he did, mom. He was going to rape you, but you probably knew that. You fought him till Marsh got here. Marsh did the rest." Becca was still speaking softly and trying to sooth her mother.

"Becca?" Marsh asked. "Would you go back to the bedroom with your mother and help her pick out something a little more modest to wear to get home in?"

"Marsh," Trish said indignantly as she stepped off of his lap. "I'm capable of choosing my own clothes, and I'm certainly NOT going to walk out of here like this. I look like hell."

"Yes mom, you're right." But I've got nothing better to do, and I'm coming in with you." Becca insisted.

Becca stood up, and she and Trish headed back to Trish's bedroom.

Marsh was just about to stand up and walk out to the lobby, to check with Jimmy to see what was going on, when his cell phone started to ring, he looked at the caller ID before he answered it. "Oh shit" he thought out loud.

Becca turned back at the doorway of Trish's room. "What?"

"My boss from San Bernardino." Marsh admitted. "He's probably heard via the grapevine. I wonder WHAT he heard."

Marsh pushed the talk button. "Good afternoon, Marshall's murder for hire, who may we kill for you this afternoon."

Both Becca and Trish started to laugh. The phone was dead silent.

"Marsh?" John asked hesitantly. "Marsh, what the hell are you trying to do to me?" The San Bernardino County Sheriff laughed, as he got Marsh's humor.

"John," Marsh began. "This day started beautifully. I woke up in my own bed, yes you heard right, my own bed, with two beautiful ladies. I had a great breakfast, and an uneventful flight back to work. Then all hell broke loose. John, I woke up a lover, not a fighter. These bastards just went to the wrong place to attack a lady today. Trish was my Becky's birth mother, man. I can't let some scum of the earth mess with my family."

"Marsh," the sheriff replied. "If I come back there, do you suppose I could get the long version, so I can tell folks why you're still a free man?"

"I'll have a disk for you when you get here John, but I want you to know I ain't about to start writing. If you need it on paper, it'll have to be transcribed by some secretary some place. I don't do report forms. I was a doctor too long. We dictate, and somebody transcribes."

"OK Marsh. Don't shoot the messenger. I need a few days outta here anyway, and I haven't seen Jimmy or Rick in a couple of years, so I'll just come out and do my own investigating." John Donnelly had become pretty good friends with Dr. Marshall Mitchel, and now he figured this would be time well invested.

"Good Idea boss. I'll look forward to seeing you." Marsh was glad he was going to see his friend soon. He knew John would like Becca.

By the time Marsh was off the phone with the San Bernardino County Sheriff, Trish had found another outfit to wear, cleaned herself up a little and was ready to face the world again. Now that she was all put back together and the threat had been eliminated, life was actually looking great. Trish could hardly believe how things were putting themselves in place.

She had found her daughter. Found out she had a son-in-law, that was going to be her son-in-law again. And discovered she had a great, generous and loving father. That other dirt bag was nothing to her now. ... And the jack-ass that had hurt her so bad eight years ago had just been dispatched by her son-in-law/boss. Life really wasn't so awful bad.

Marsh, Becca, and Trish, walked out to the hotel lobby together. Marsh led them through the hallway entrance instead of walking through the office, where Marsh knew there was sure to still be a huge mess.

The lobby had more people in it than Trish had seen there in the years she had been around. There were Turner security people. There were some transport people from the coroner's office. They were just standing around waiting for the crime scene investigators and the detectives to release the bodies. There seemed to be a lot of the detectives, and not just a few uniformed officers.

Jimmy had been very adamant about the local city police force. They were NOT allowed in. There were quite a few out on the street. Jimmy told his people to not even let them on the property, and since the guys he had posted out in front were all Special Forces types, the police department guys and gals stayed away. They didn't like it much, but they knew better than to make waves, with Jimmy Turner's guys.

It never ceased to amaze Trish, how many "security" people Jimmy could have showing up at a moment's notice. And these guys and gals would do anything for Jimmy. It didn't matter if it was a paying job, or pro bono stuff. They were all very loyal to Jimmy Turner. Make no mistake, when they were getting paid, they were paid very well, but they would walk into hell for Jimmy for nothing at all.

As she thought about it, she wondered if they would be as loyal to Marsh. She didn't really wonder that much. First of all, Jimmy liked Marsh. And secondly, Marsh was so damn likable on his own.... The female types would just like looking at him. It's easier to do stuff for somebody when they are eye candy, like Marsh was.

Trish's wandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her father, asking her how she was doing. Trish found herself just walking into the lobby with Marsh, lost in her own thoughts, till Jimmy spoke to her.

"I'm great, daddy. Thanks for asking. And thanks for having the network you have here protecting me. Marsh was wonderful. I can't believe how fast he got here, and how quick he made those guys leave me alone." Trish was almost back to herself now. When Marsh had first picked Trish up, she had checked out in an emotional state of shock. Her level of consciousness had reverted to the attack she had suffered eight years ago, and today's events had been jumbled with events she had suffered back then.

"He didn't just make those guys leave you alone, sweetie." Jimmy told her. "You can't believe the hornet's nest he kicked over. We've got LEOs from all over the place here. We're going to have paperwork up the wazoo, not to mention the shitload of press our guys are busy trying to keep at bay. Those reporters are almost as big of scum balls as the bad guys."

"So Jimmy," Marsh interrupted. "Can we just make DVDs of this show and sell them on Ebay? Or are we actually going to have to fill out forms? John called from SBSO, and he's gonna come out and get digital copy. I 'spect he'll probably be here tomorrow. He says he needs some face time with you and Rick anyway."

Marsh looked around. "Speaking of Rick....Where is that old man? Is he still hanging out with my ranch manager? I think he was gettin mighty sweet on that little lady. If he gets too carried away she probably will give him a heart attack. You may have thought she was joking this morning, and she probably was, but that little ball of fire will surely give him a workout if he gets lucky."

Becca and Trish both started to laugh.

"I can see the headlines for the evening news," Becca said. "New Turner CEO kills hotel guests while his manager kills company executive. Story at eleven." Becca drew her hand across an imaginary screen while Jimmy and Marsh both joined the laughter.

"Jimmy," Marsh had decided to break up the party. "I've decided it's time for me to take my new VPs home, so they can relax. Becca has a shift across the street tonight, and while those seem to be fairly routine these days, I want her to be rested and on top of her game. Come to think of it, since she's wearing my ring now, I think I'll keep her company overnight. We can wander around in the woods together. Come on ladies let's go get our ride home."

Marsh figured that the best plan of action would be to go out of the side hallway that was near the room he had stayed in. That was where there was the least likelihood of running into the undesirable elements that were hanging around the front door, looking for photo ops.

Marsh took one of Trish's hands and Becca took the other. Marsh led them back down the hallway and out the side of the hotel. His memory was still fresh from Saturday morning when Trish had walked out this door and nearly blown his mind with her outfit. Not to mention the strain it had put on the crotch of his jeans.

Wolf followed just behind Marsh, and slightly to his left. As the small group passed through the parked cars, and entered the open portion of the driveway, a voice was heard to Marsh's left.

A man in civilian clothes started yelling; "Is that the dog that killed my partner? Is that the killer dog?"

Marsh paused and told Becca to go on ahead with Trish, and get between the cars on the other side of the parking lot.

He then called to the man further down the lot. "Who are you? And who are you looking for?"

The reply was not at all what Marsh had expected. "I'm officer Jake Peters. My partner was killed here today by some rogue cop dog. Is that the stupid fucking beast?"

It took Marsh completely by surprise when the proclaimed officer pulled a 9 mm pistol out of his belt, and began to pull the trigger.

There were Turner operatives all over the grounds, and they were as surprised as Marsh was.

The officer got off three shots before Marsh palmed his Sig Sauer. The first of the shots grazed Marsh's left calf. The second slammed into Wolf's service vest. Wolf yelped and stumbled. The third shot grazed the outside of Marsh's upper thigh.

By the third shot Marsh was in action again, and NOT a little bit pleased. The Sig kicked three times in Marsh's left hand. The first two shots pierced the chest of the gunman, just left of his sternum. There was an almost imperceptible hesitation between the second and third shots Marsh fired. The third bullet punched a hole between the gunman's eye brows. The nine mm. Clattered on the asphalt parking lot, just before officer Jake Peters joined it.

Marsh was irate. "What the HELL is this place?" Marsh yelled out. "Why the hell can't they just leave us alone?" Marsh was kneeling beside his partner as he yelled. Much more tenderly Marsh looked Wolf over and spoke soothingly to the big dog. "Are you OK Wolf? That fucking idiot just shot us. Did the vest save you boy?" Marsh was feeling all around on his faithful companion.

Wolf's head, neck and legs seemed to be undamaged. There was a flattened 9 mm slug embedded in his vest, and when Marsh felt around near the site of the slug, Wolf winced and cried. "That fucker broke some of your ribs, didn't he boy?"

An impenetrable line of Turner Special Forces personnel miraculously appeared at the far end of the parking lot. A host of deputies poured out of the lobby, led by Jimmy.

Jimmy stopped briefly to look at the dead plain clothes officer on the ground, and continued to walk back to where Marsh and Wolf had stopped. Trish and Becca had returned as well, and were both squatting by Wolf.

"Fuckin-A Marsh. You just don't quit, do you?" Jimmy sounded exasperated. "How many bodies are you going to litter my grounds with, son? Shiieet man, this is gonna start getting expensive."

"Damn it! Jimmy" Marsh heaved a huge sigh. "I'm beginning to wish I'd stayed home this morning. I woke up with two gorgeous women in my bed. Got a really sweet piece, and then got a fantastic home-made breakfast. I didn't start having troubles till I got here to your place, boss-man. And it looks like this place is going to hell in a hand basket at a very rapid pace."

"Jimmy, you ask these ladies or any of your people that were out here. I was walking through the parking lot minding my own business, and this guy starts yelling at me then shooting at me and my dog. Hells bells, Jimmy these Wranglers were brand new. Look at the damned holes that ass-wipe laced them with. Shit, my leg is starting to hurt. Let's get my dog to the ER. I need to get a picture of his insides and make sure there are no internal injuries.

"Becca, would you go up and bring the helo down here? I don't want him to have to climb up there till we check him out. I think it's just some busted ribs, but as hard as that bullet hit him, we better make sure."

Becca took off at a run, and Jimmy called out to one of his guys, telling him to go with her and help her get the helo. One of the men with a high tight Marine hair cut took off and followed her.

Jimmy's friend Bart, the local sheriff, walked out of the hotel. Like Jimmy, he paused to glance at the dead man, before he walked back to where Jimmy, Marsh, and Trish were gathered around the injured dog.

"We take our K-9s to a vet clinic about six miles down the road from here, Marsh. The veterinarians are all good, and there is always someone there. While you're waiting for a transport, could I get you to give me the short story?"

Marsh heard the helo starting up, so he gave the sheriff the short, short story.

"Damn it!" Bart exclaimed. "What the hell? Are every one of the police department officers crooked, or are they all just stupid? My...God... Jimmy."

Marsh watched as Becca lifted off the roof of the office building, and gracefully set it down right next to them here in the parking lot. He lifted his arm above his head and waved it in a circular motion. Becca kept the engines running and the rotor spinning, while Marsh picked up his friend and carried him to the helicopter. "Does anybody know how to find this clinic and can go with us," he asked.

"I'll go ahead and ride along, if you don't mind Marsh." The sheriff said. "They know me down there and will probably get on with it a little quicker if I'm with you."

Bart climbed in the front with Becca, and Trish got in the back with Marsh and Wolf. Jimmy said he'd stay and mind the fort while they got Wolf cared for.

The veterinary clinic was an emergency vet hospital, but they didn't usually have patients arrive by helicopter. The sheriff went to the courtesy of calling ahead as soon as Becca lifted off, so they were ready. All of the staff and the pet owners that could, came out to watch the helicopter land on the lawn.

Marsh carried Wolf into the clinic, as vet techs held the doors for him. They directed him straight to the X-ray room and Marsh laid him on the table. Once they were inside the clinic, Marsh gently took Wolf's vest off so there was no interference with the x-rays.

The story of what Wolf and Marsh had done that afternoon was buzzing all around town already. Only a quarter of the story being told was close to the truth. All the employees at the clinic had heard a piece of it, so when Wolf showed up with his big, good looking, human partner, he was an instant celebrity. The fact that he arrived by air ambulance, with the county sheriff and two hot looking women as escorts, did nothing to tarnish his image.

One of the local TV stations somehow got wind of where the Turner Companies' helicopter was going and who was on board, so a satellite truck with a reporter and a couple of camera operators showed up at the clinic.

As it happened, the reporter had been from one of the Los Angeles News crews several years ago. She had been very graceful in handling a news story at the trauma center where Dr. Mitchel had worked. He developed a good working relationship with her before she had moved on. Marsh knew he could trust this reporter.

Marsh saw the reporter on the lawn and penciled a note that he gave to one of the clinic's vet techs. "Give this to Olivia, and tell her to read it in her truck," Marsh said.

When reporter Olivia Connors received the note, she went to the satellite truck and read it.

"Olivia. This is Dr. Marshall Mitchel from the trauma center in SoCal. I'm sure there is lots of rumor and innuendo going around about what happened at the Best Western Turner Inn this afternoon. You and I have worked together well in the past. I trust that you will be as forthright with me now as you were then. Have your guys bring the truck to the loading docks at the back of the Turner Inc. building in an hour and a half. I'll have our people bring you up to my office, and you can get the story straight from me. No hype. No BS. I'll tell you what happened." He signed it Marsh.

Marsh watched as Olivia Connors called her crew to the truck and drove away.

Becca walked up to Marsh. "What was that?"

Marsh turned to his beautiful fiancé; "I have history with that particular reporter. When she was in LA, she did a couple of stories from our trauma center. She was honest and respectful, and I learned to trust her. I just told her to meet me at the office later and I would give her the straight story. She'll be there and she'll tell the truth. It will do us good in the PR (public relations) department to have a reporter we can work with."

The veterinarian finished her examination of Wolf. She told Marsh that the vest had saved the dog. He did have two cracked ribs, but was surprisingly not hurt badly.

She also told Marsh that she had never seen a K-9 officer that carried a firearm, but that since he did, he probably had been even more protected since the bullet had struck the dog right where the vest pocket held the pistol.

Marsh laughed. He had forgotten about his spare Sig 224 in the dog's vest. He better remember to check that one out real good, and make sure there was no damage to the firearm.

Wolf was more than happy to get out of the vet's clinic. When they all went out to the helo, Wolf ran and jumped in before anyone else got there. "You must be feeling pretty good, Buddy. Or are you just that happy to get out of there?" Wolf gave Marsh one of his short contented barks, and lay down in the back of the helicopter.

Seating was the same on the return trip, and Marsh offered to have Becca drop the sheriff wherever he wanted her to. He told them he had a car at the hotel, so he might as well just go there with them.

Marsh asked Trish if she would go on TV with Wolf and him, to give people the true story and she agreed. Marsh asked Becca to land on the helipad again so they could be there for the news crew's arrival. He called Jimmy during the short flight back, and found out the circus was almost over, and that Jimmy was planning on being up to the office building in about ten minutes. He said there was still a little repair work in progress, but that was the price you pay when the new CEO crashes the office door.

Marsh told Jimmy about his promise to the reporter and his thoughts on the value of the relationship with her. Jimmy agreed. He said there had been intermittent issues with the press, and if Marsh could set up a good working relationship, he (Jimmy) was in favor.
From the helipad there was an elevator that went directly into the office building. It skipped the penthouse suite, and Marsh led the way. When they were all in, Marsh pushed the button to go to the ground floor, so that Bart could go straight back to the hotel, and his car. Marsh thanked him again for the help.

Next Marsh and Wolf went to the security team dispatch center. He told the dispatchers about the news team's expected arrival and asked that a couple of the team be sent to the loading docks to bring the reporter up to his office, by herself. Marsh told them he would call when he was ready to have the camera crew sent up.

When Marsh and Wolf got back up to the sixth floor executive suites, Becca and Trish were sitting in his office talking about the Marshall Mitchel killing spree they had just watched. Earlier Trish had been sketchy with some of the details, but her memory had cleared up now.

Trish was telling Becca what she could remember from her perspective; "...Trevor was right there in my face, screaming obscenities. Suddenly Wolf came over the desk and the cop let go and fell sideways. I kinda saw the blood, but it didn't register what was happening. The smaller guy on my right kinda started to choke, when Marsh's arm came around his neck, and I heard the bones crunch when Marsh slammed his face around backwards. Then the guy just floated up and out the registration window."

"Trevor's face got this look of terror, and I remember thinking; 'How do YOU like it now, jack-ass?'"

"Wolf and Marsh both hit him at the same time. Wolf low and Marsh high. That fucker's last seconds in his life were full of terror, pain in the crotch, and a momentary look into Marsh's face of death."

"Oh God, Becca. I only caught a glimpse of that face, and it wasn't directed at me, but I pray to God I never see that face looking towards me. That was pure evil."

"After Marsh tossed Trevor out of the office, when he looked down at me, he had the most loving, compassionate look of concern on his face. I knew right then I was gonna be OK. God, I love your man! You damn well better keep a good hold on him. I'll steal him away in a heartbeat. I know he loves me, and he'll take good care of me. But that man is already wrapped around your little finger, girl child. If you tell him to jump, he's gonna ask how high you want him to go, on the way up. He's YOURS, baby, ALL YOURS!"

"I know it mama." Becca said softly. "I know it. And I'm not sure what I ever did to deserve it, but I'll surely do my best to keep him happy. From what I've learned, his wife Becky was a lot like me. He treated her very special. He was a super daddy, and he's not exactly an ugly SOB at that. I'm really glad Jimmy had the resources to find out about him and bring him into the company and the family.

"You know Mother, Marsh and I really connected last night, BEFORE he rocked my world."

"Oh, when was that? Trish asked.

"When Marsh went into his bedroom, that first time, after we got to his ranch. He kinda broke down, Wolf came to get me and took me into the bedroom. Wolf was licking his face, and Marsh seemed to be as broken with grief as I've ever seen a person. Mom, he really hurt, bad! I just sat there for a while and then told him I was there for him, he seemed to get better."

"When he and Marguarita took us up to Elise's Rock, I watched his face. It was really stressed, at first, then he seemed to get more calm and peaceful. When I stopped him to ask him to make love to me, he actually seemed to be at peace."

"Oh...My...God, mom! He took me to a place I never even fanaticized about in my wildest dreams. Mom, he really didn't "fuck" me,... he.... made.... love to me."

"This morning he was really warm and caring, but he didn't really do anything with Sue, till I told him it was ok. When he made love to her I could see that he was doing it FOR her, not TO her, and not for his own pleasure, but for Sue,... and sorta for me. Do you have any idea what I'm talking about? How do you tell someone that your soul mate is making love to another woman, for you? Even I think I sound like I'm full of shit."

"I just know I love that man, and I know without a doubt that he loves me." Becca stopped and took a long deep breath.

"You know that's gonna end, don't you?" Marsh was leaning against the door frame with a big smile across his face. He left a pause for effect, before he continued. "Just after I die," he finished.

Becca jumped out of her chair, ran to the door and nearly knocked Marsh into the hallway. She threw her arms around his neck and planted her lips on his, for a long drawn out kiss.

"Since I'm the boss," Marsh's voice was light with laughter in it. "I want that to happen every time I walk through this door. I won't mind if it's Trish that does it sometimes, but I really like the warmth that a greeting like that generates."

"Furthermore, that part about him loving you, .... Don't you ever doubt that. Last night, Becky and Elise both told me you were the one. There's not a chance I'm gonna let them down, and so no chance I'm gonna let you down. As God is my witness!" He added.

Becca turned to Trish. "See mom I knew they were there. I knew they put him at peace."

Trish fairly beamed at the daughter and son-in-law she had just found. "I know baby girl, and he's gonna be ours forever."

The phone on Marsh's desk buzzed and Trish reached over and hit the speaker button. "Dr. Mitchel's office," she said, "this is Trish Turner, may I help you?"

"This is Tim Erickson down at the loading dock," came a quick courteous reply. "There's a reporter here, says her name is Olivia Connors. She has a whole satellite truck full of crew and camera operators, and claims Dr. Mitchel told her to be here."

Marsh took a quick look at the time. "Just like Livy, he thought. Fifteen minutes early, so she is sure to be on time."

"Bring her up to my office on the sixth floor, Tim. And leave somebody there with the crew. I'll call for them when I'm ready." Marsh spoke from the doorway.

"You got it, Dr. Mitchel." Tim replied. "We'll be right up. Tyree Jones will be here at the dock to bring the crew up if you need them before I get back down."

Tim Erickson asked Olivia Connors to follow him, and led her inside the basement, down a hallway, and out to the front elevators. Elevator number three was right there and opened as soon as Tim pushed the call button. He stepped in and instinctively put his hand down across the door, to keep it open while Olivia entered the car. When she was in Tim pushed the button for the sixth floor, and the ride to the top floor was over quickly.

A short walk down a comfortable hallway brought Olivia and Tim to a large open set of double wooden doors. Both doors were open to a large receptionist's office and desk. Three walls each had another set of double doors, but only one was open. It was after business hours, so there was no one at the receptionist's desk.

Tim walked into the office, stepped to the side and ushered Olivia in. "Right this way ma'am." When Olivia walked past him, Tim turned to Marsh. "Will that be all sir?" he asked.

"Just fine, Tim. I'll call down when we're ready for the crew, and thanks, Tim I appreciate your help."

"Just doin my job sir." Tim said as he walked out. "It's what you're paying me for." Marsh could hear the smile Tim was wearing in his voice.

Marsh stepped over to Olivia, and gave her a hug. "Olivia Connors. It's been years. It's good to see you girl. How's the news business these days?"

"Dr. Marshall Mitchel, It has been years, friend, but you're not showing them much. You're still lookin fine!" Olivia's face lit up as she looked at Marsh and then around the room. This is a lot more plush than the ER you were in last time I saw you."

"And a lot more quiet." Marsh added.

"Boy, you got that right." Olivia paused and reflected. "Wasn't I doing a piece on some gang banger, and you were trying to keep him from bleeding out on your floor, at the time?"

"Quite successfully, at that." Marsh sounded a little smug. "He walked out of that hospital, and died with a couple of his homies in another gun battle the next week. What a waste."

"Olivia, I want you to meet my two best girlfriends. You should remember that I married one of the RNs there in SoCal. This is Becky's birth mother, Patricia Turner. Her father is the guy that started this outfit a few decades ago."

And this gorgeous red-head over here is her daughter, Rebecca Andrews. And yes, she looks like the nurse I was married to, and that you knew, because they were born identical twins."

Olivia looked back and forth from Trish to Becca a couple of times then looked back at Marsh. "I'm not calling you a liar Marsh, you've never lied to me before, but this one you called Patricia Turner doesn't look old enough, or worn enough to be anybody's mother. They both look like they could be sisters, but..." she paused. "They neither one looks like anybody's mother."

"Why thank you Olivia." Trish stepped up and hugged the reporter. "You're too kind. I'm gonna let you in on a secret only because Marsh trusts you. I'm not really old enough to be Becca's mother even though I am. I was only twelve when I got knocked up, and this girl was born when I was just barely thirteen. We never even met till last weekend, and now we've got a lot of time to make up for."

"Oh my gosh." Olivia looked startled. "I'm so sorry. I would never have guessed you were mother and daughter. Thank you for trusting me with that bit of information."

"Not that I don't want to just sit and talk for a while Marsh, but what the hell went down here at the hotel this afternoon?"

"Livy, Marsh began. "That's why I wanted you to come hear the true story without cameras running. The real story has history, and I want you to know that history, so that when we're on camera you can ask questions that I will answer."

"Eight years ago...." Marsh went through the events that were relevant as he knew them. He was quite thorough with what had taken place in the hotel this afternoon, also giving Olivia a brief synopsis of his work for the last four years with the SWAT team. When he told her about the shooting in the parking lot as they were trying to leave, she understood why he had airlifted his K-9 to the vet. And why he didn't want to get into it over there.

"So I guess we should pick a spot where you want to shoot an interview, eh?" Marsh asked.

"What are my choices?"

"Well since you asked....One of your options is right here. Another would be one of the board rooms. Another would be to go up to the penthouse, and set up in the living room up there. That would certainly be the most casual." Marsh offered.

Olivia's face lit up. "I'd like to at least see that option," she answered.

Marsh walked over to the discrete panel in the office wall, and pushed the elevator call button. The elevator showed up quickly, and the four of them walked in and made the short trip up to the apartment.

Olivia liked the layout of the spacious penthouse living room. "Are you sure you don't mind my crew setting up in here, Marsh?"

"Not at all. Let's get the security guys to help them bring up whatever gear they need, and do this."

Tim and Tyree enlisted a couple other guys to help, and made short work of helping the TV station's crew move their gear up to where Olivia and the Turner executives were waiting.

Olivia had used the information Marsh, Becca and Trish had shared with her to put together some good questions that enabled her to cover the day's events very nicely. The public would get answers to silence most of the rumors, Olivia's reputation would be boosted in the local media circles and her boss would be very pleased. Marsh made sure that Becca was not involved with the interview. He remembered that she might be identified to the wrong people.

As the news crew and the Turner security team took the equipment back down to the truck, Marsh decided to give Olivia one more perk, - if she wanted it.

"Livy, the three of us have to take the helo home tonight. Could we fly you somewhere on our way? We've got to take it up to the ranch, so if you'd like to let the crew do their thing, we could drop you wherever you want."

Olivia smiled at Marsh again. "Do you suppose that could include letting one of my guys come along with a portable camera, and get an aerial shot of the hotel to use in the piece?"

Becca spoke up before Marsh could reply. "I can't think of any reason why not. Get one of your guys up here with a camera," she answered.

Marsh had Tim bring one cameraman back up and they all went up to the helipad. Trish visited with Olivia and her cameraman, while Marsh and Becca brought the helo out of the hanger.

The cameraman had thought to bring a harness out of the truck, so he could hang out of the open rear door of the Bell 230, and get some unobstructed views of the Turner building and the Best Western Turner Inn. Livy directed her cameraman what shots she wanted, and he asked Becca and Marsh to move to position the helo for just the right angles.

All in all it was a good trip for them all, and turned out to be a good connection between the TV station and the Turner Companies.

Becca had been scheduled for a pro-bono shift on the Powell/Lindquist protective detail tonight, and Marsh had hoped they would get home in time for her to take a nap. No such luck. The shift would start at midnight, and it was after 2200 by the time he and Trish helped her get the helo put to bed, and the three of them got up to the house.

Marsh had Trish and Wolf with him coming up from the landing pad. Becca wanted to bring her car up and put it in the garage. All four of them crossed the driveway, and entered the house through the kitchen door, to a warm greeting from Marguarita, Sue, Jenni, Rick, and Jimmy.

"Hey!" Marsh called out to no one in particular. "If you planned on having a party at my house, you could have at least invited us.

Marguarita, Jenni, and Sue had not seen Trish since the events at the hotel this afternoon. She was quickly surrounded by the three of them, and repeating all of the gory details. She really didn't mind. She felt very loved by the attention, and she was home and safe here on the ranch.

Marguarita had made some potato salad, and had fresh veggies and sandwich fixins ready for everyone. Marsh felt a warm sense of HOME.

Marsh had decided he was going to go down with Becca and see the Morrison estate, from the Morrison estate. Becca was supposed to be part of "A" team, and had the section that included coverage of the back deck and pool area. There were four members to a team, and the night shift usually had two teams.

Marsh and Becca went up to the bedroom to change into tactical cammies, and get ready to go across the road and take their turn watching the Morrison's place. The rest of the family hung out in the kitchen and dining room to talk. Everyone helped Marguarita clean up after their meal, and by eleven o'clock they were ready to watch the Marsh and Trish show on the local TV station. The piece included shots of Wolf as they talked about his part in the events, and included some of the aerial footage from the helicopter.

Everyone in the room gave Trish credit for a job well done, and when Marsh returned in his clean uniform, he got razzed about competing with Wolf, as the new sex symbol, media star for the Turner organization. It was all in good fun, and all agreed that whereas the day had had its dark spot, the end results were not so bad overall.

Rick lived in a house on the ranch, about two miles up the road, so after the news was over he went up to his place and Jimmy went down to his. Mita said Trish could come in and sleep in her bed tonight and Sue and Jenni would share a bedroom.

Becca suggested that Marsh should get one of the John Deere Gators out and she would show him how to get to the "bull-pen".

Marsh and Becca climbed into the little ATV and headed for the barn/hanger area. Becca directed Marsh to turn to the left, instead of continuing down the road to the gate. Marsh followed another, less obvious road, more like a path, that led down near the main road.

Becca already had an ear bud placed, and started to communicate with someone. Marsh had no idea who, but as he approached the street, a section of the field seemed to open up, and Becca directed him to turn the Gator into the opening.

Marsh drove the Gator into a huge under-ground garage. There were offices, some restrooms, a couple of locker rooms, a couple of interrogation rooms, and a fairly nice lunch room, along with a massive communications center. Marsh parked the Gator, and wandered around checking out the facility.

Marsh turned to Becca. "Wow," he said. Does Jimmy know about this place? He never told me about it. Seems to me it might be the sort of place a company CEO would need to know about.

Becca laughed at his comments. "Well you know he may have wanted to wait till after you killed your first three or four bad guys." Now it was Marsh's turn to laugh.

The guys in the communication center were watching monitors that showed security cameras in several locations, including the feed from Dan Morrison's security system. There were a couple of satellite feeds, one of which covered the local area including both the Turner ranch, and the Morrison estate. Marsh was fitted with an ear bud, with a microphone, set up to transmit on the team's communication frequency.

There was a shift supervisor who had just come up from the wooded area beside Dan Morrison's house. He spent about fifteen minutes talking to Becca about what had been going on, after he congratulated her on her promotion. "I guess we're not gonna see much of you down here in the trenches any more, now that you got you a new title, are we?"

"Maybe just a little less" Becca replied, "but you'll probably see a lot more of the CEO."

"You mean Jimmy's gonna start patrolling?" The shift boss asked.

"Not a chance," was Becca's retort. "You weren't at the meeting Monday, were you Doug? Doug Sanders, I'd like you to meet our new CEO, Dr. Marshall Mitchel. Marsh, this is Doug Sanders. Doug is a former Navy SEAL and a shift supervisor here at Turner Security."

"Oh shit," Doug responded. "No. I was on shift Sunday night and I didn't make a corporate meeting a priority. I'm sorry Dr. Mitchel. No disrespect intended."

Marsh extended his right hand to shake Doug's. "No offense taken Doug. I'd actually rather have my guys rested and safe than attend a meeting I probably wouldn't enjoy myself. You may understand it when I tell you the subject of the meeting was me, and under that circumstance, I do tend to be able to stay awake a little longer." Marsh joined Becca and Doug in laughing at himself. "Oh, and Doug, to my team, I'm Marsh."

"Marsh is a board certified Emergency Physician, Doug," Becca added. "He has spent the last four years with the San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department, and is one of the world's top guys in tactical medicine. We're very fortunate to have him on board."

"Oh, that Dr. Mitchel." Doug said with respect. "I've heard about you. You did an intervention with a couple of officers I know from Virginia. They said you know your shit, and you aren't afraid to get in there and do what it takes. Welcome aboard, Marsh. I think I'll enjoy working for you."

"I hope you work with me more than for me Doug. I really like having a team approach, not a monarchy. I think that was/is Jimmy's approach, and I plan on making it mine."

Becca interrupted. "I don't want to be disrespectful boss, but we should probably head out and wander around the Morrison estate. It's been nice talking with you Doug, but I don't want anyone to think I'm getting special favors from the new CEO."
Marsh and Doug chuckled. "OK sweet cheeks," Marsh quipped. "Do you report the boss for sexual harassment around here or do you grade it?"

As they walked toward the exit door, Becca stretched, and placed a kiss on Marsh's cheek. "I'm gonna tell my fiancé and my mommy," she whined.

Behind them Doug called, "Just who's your fiancé, Becca? Is he someone we need to be afraid of?"

Becca turned and looked back at Doug. "You're watching him walk out of here Douggy. And you better be very afraid. He killed three guys this afternoon, two of them with his bare hands, and he sent his dog to kill another one."

"Damn!" Doug exclaimed. "I miss all the good stuff."

Becca pushed a switch plate on the wall, and a small door opened to the outside. Becca and Marsh walked out into the clear night air for a short walk to an obscure gate, in the fence. Then about two hundred yards up the road to an old road, that was now overgrown, and reduced to just a trail. Becca led Marsh down the trail to a small pond that was fed by a stream, and a waterfall. Marsh figured it was an extension of the stream that wound down the hill on the Turner ranch. It went under the road through a rather large culvert, about three miles from Dan Morrison's front gate.

Becca and Marsh stopped beside the pond, and talked a little about what was where on the Morrison's estate. They met one of the agents that was on the evening shift. She gave Becca and Marsh a brief rundown of current conditions, and the number of occupants known to be in the house. Becca had been part of the Powell/Lindquist detail from the start, and had been on the estate the night when some of the Harold Gordon's goons had tried to break in. Becca and two other operatives had stopped those guys cold, before they had a chance to get into the house. Jimmy had increased the Turner presence after that, and Dan Morrison had put his new security system installation into overdrive.

Dan had a friend on the police force, who owned a side business in the security and alarm installation field. His name was Ted Johnson, and he was a sergeant on the local police department. One of the few honest cops who wasn't on the take and didn't tolerate officers on his watch that were dirty. Ted had been the guy Dan contracted with to install the security system.

The system was state of the art, and Jimmy had been pleased to see that Dan Morrison was not a guy to cut corners. Jimmy had told Marsh a little about this whole detail. The girls that Dan was protecting had been abused by a local mobster, and Dan had called some friends of his to see if they had connections with somebody Dan could hire to take some actions to give the mobsters a taste of their own medicine. Those friends of Dan were also friends with Jimmy, who Dan didn't know. It was interesting that Dan's neighbor, across the street ended up having the resources to follow up with Dan's desired intervention.

As it turned out Jimmy had asked for some volunteers from his crews and there were more people signed up than could fit on the team. Becca was one of the ones on that team, and tonight Marsh realized that Becca was also the one Jimmy had told him had inflicted the most retribution. Becca was not friendly to men who abused helpless women and children. Marsh was glad. He wouldn't tolerate it either. Bottom line, it had cost neither Dan nor Jimmy anything for the personnel to pull off the job. Dan offered to pay several times, and Jimmy knew he could afford it, but nobody on the team thought it would be fair for Dan to pay them for playing around with those cock-suckers.

Now on the protective detail everybody was a volunteer, however, Becca knew that Jimmy had told Marsh, he was paying a few of the guys and one of the gals, under the table. There were just a few that Jimmy knew couldn't really afford to work without pay, they had volunteered, and they were willing to do it, but Jimmy would not let their families be in jeopardy.

Suzie, the gal Marsh and Becca met up with, was one of them. Jimmy had put her on the detail with pay because Suzie was a single mom, with two kids. Her ex-husband had been an abuser, and had put Suzie in the hospital several times.

One of Jimmy's Corpsmen knew about her problem, and told Jimmy. Jimmy pulled a team together and got Suzie out.

The ex-husband was a police officer, with a lot of friends, but Jimmy had much deeper resources, and Suzie had been safe and working for Turner Security for eight months now. Suzie was small and she had been pretty badly beat down. Becca and Doug had befriended her as soon as Jimmy brought her in. Then got her in shape and trained her, a lot, and Suzie was top tier/ first string now. She turned into a good soldier and a loyal team member. Oh yeah, she had been a sniper and she could shoot an ant off a piece of cake on a picnic table from five hundred yards, and leave the frosting unblemished. She had chosen NOT to off her ex.

Marsh and Becca split up, so they would be less likely to give away their presence or their location. It's harder to hide two bodies than just one. Marsh was a little curious why the chatter on the team's radio frequency was so quiet. There were occasional squawks between the team members, but communications center (comm center) was strangely quiet, or at least Marsh thought so. Eventually Marsh would find out why, but that wouldn't be right this minute.

Marsh was picking his way through the woods, near the road and the front of the estate. He heard vehicles come down the road and stop. Marsh listened for a situation report (sit. rep.)from comm center but heard nothing. They were supposed to be watching anything in the area on the satellite cameras, and would tell the team what to expect. What no one knew would come up to bite them in the ass, right about now.

Marsh watched as seven shadowy figures made their way through the band of trees that lined the Morrison property. Marsh called Becca and the rest of the team immediately. "We have seven intruders at the front perimeter Marsh called, headed for the back deck. "A" team proceed with extreme force. "B" team, take the getaway drivers, and their vehicles to the bull-pen NOW! Comm center where the hell are you?" Marsh was running towards the Morrisons back deck, and he was pissed off for the second time in twenty four hours. "Where the HELL is Comm center?" Marsh had time to think as he ran.

The intruders broke out the glass in the sliding glass doors at the kitchen of the Morrison home. Marsh could see them moving into the house as he ran towards them. Becca was on the deck just after the first two men had entered the house. She encountered the first one on the back of the group, and dislocated his right shoulder as she took him down. He writhed on the deck, as Becca moved forward.

By now Marsh had arrived at the deck and followed Becca through the useless frames of the big glass doors. Becca and Marsh each chose one of the camouflage outfitted goons. The man Marsh spun around was holding a tactical fighting knife. He knew how to use it, and he was way more experienced and prepared than the wanna-bes at the hotel had been. Marsh blocked the man's thrust, and then bent his hand back to his wrist. The knife clattered to the kitchen floor, and Marsh sent a knee to the man's groin followed by bending the man double and planting the same knee in the center of the man's nose. The guy was out like a light, with blood pouring from his nose.

Becca wrapped her left arm around the neck of the next assailant she encountered. He dropped his shoulder and pushed his right hand up under her arm. As he tried to push up and out, Becca's right arm came around, and her right index and middle finger were shoved about an inch and a half up the man's nose. When he tried to reach up and dislodge the burning pain from his sinuses, Becca tightened her left arm grip, and crushed his windpipe. With the energy he was using his brain ran out of oxygen quickly and he was unconscious in a very short time.

Three of the seven attackers were down. Two of them had gone through the dining room and made it to the stairway that led to the second floor, and the family's bedrooms. Marsh could hear a commotion at the top of the stairs, and hoped the family members who were here had been prepared.

The next two fighters were each armed. One had a tactical fighting knife and the other had a tactical tomahawk. The tomahawk guy was in front of Becca, and spun around swinging the heavy killing tool. Becca was way too quick for him and his swing looked like a baseball player getting fooled by a knuckle ball. He missed Becca by a lot. He didn't quit though, he just spun the handle of his weapon in his hand and returned his swing. Becca went under his swing, and brought both of her fists up from below. One went straight to his nuts, and the other to his belly. Then Becca put both arms around one of his legs, and stood up. Tomahawk man went over her shoulder, frontwards.

That was all well and good, but Marsh had come up behind Becca to stop the man with the knife. He was swinging the knife at Becca's back, when Marsh grabbed and pulled hard on his other arm. This had the effect of pulling the man out of reach of Becca's back, but on his continuation, Marsh spun a hundred eighty degrees, and threw the man back in the direction of the kitchen. His face smashed into one of the counter tops, and the top buckled in the middle. Marsh watched it crumble into two large pieces and a million shards.

When Becca threw the tomahawk man over her shoulder, he went down hard, and his head hit the floor, knocking him unconscious, which was a good thing with one exception. As he went down he threw his arms out, the tomahawk in his hand was sharp, and the blade sliced through the back of Marsh's left shoulder. Marsh's action had turned him around in his follow through. This was probably a good thing, as the tomahawk sliced the back of Marsh's shoulder and not his face or throat.

Becca glanced behind herself and saw no one but Marsh in an upright condition. She moved forward to check the attacker that had been knocked down the stairs. He was dead.

Next she turned back to where Marsh was putting zip-tie cuffs on all of the downed fighters on the first floor. She and Marsh went quickly through the line of bruised, bleeding and unconscious goons. Marsh was taking cell phone pictures of each one of them so they could identify them. Becca helped with the zip-ties. Marsh hurried back to the dead body at the bottom of the stairs, and got his face on camera.

As Marsh and Becca made their way towards the kitchen doors, Becca stopped and called to whoever was up on the second floor, asking them not to fire any shots down at the first floor, as all the thugs were out of commission.

A tough sounding female voice called back that Becca and whoever was with her didn't belong here and nobody was safe till everybody was accounted for.

Becca and Marsh could hear sirens, and chose to get out before the place got hostile again. Becca told the woman of the house that she would turn on some lights. Becca flipped a couple of switches then she and Marsh went back out through the shattered glass doors.

The other members of "A" team had been at the very back of the property. They arrived just as Becca and Marsh ran out of Dan Morrison's house. Marsh knew these guys were doing what they were supposed to be doing. What he wanted to know was why no one had heard a peep out of comm center. Somebody would "have some 'splainin to do, Lucy!"

Marsh and Becca along with the other members of "A" team ran to the side of the lawn and into the woods at the closest point where they could get out of sight. They all split up again and Becca and Marsh agreed to meet at the pond as soon as they could get there. Becca went one way and Marsh the other.

As marsh ran silently through the woods he noticed that the back of his left shoulder was starting to burn. Odd he thought it felt like it was cut and he began to notice a wet sticky feeling down the back of his shirt. Next Marsh stumbled and noticed he was feeling very fatigued. This was strange. Marsh was in pretty good shape and knew he could keep up this pace for at least an hour. His vision started to play tricks on him and he was no longer running silently through the woods. If he didn't sit down soon he was going to fall down.

Marsh broke noisily through the brush, and was on the path. "Becca!" he called knowing that the team would all hear him through the radio. "I need a corpsman!" Marsh knew he was only about a hundred feet from the pond, as he sunk to his knees in the middle of the path. "Corpsman Up!" he called again.

When Becca hit the path, about a hundred feet from where he was, she saw Marsh lying in the middle of the path. Becca broke lights out protocol and pulled her tactical head light out of her pocket and turned it on as she put the band around her head.

She knew Marsh had gauze and Coban in his pockets and she dug through them till she pulled out some gauze sponges and a roll of Coban. With her tactical knife she sliced through Marsh's shirt and piled gauze sponges over the six inch long laceration she had found on the back of his shoulder. Becca wrapped the Coban around Marsh's shoulder, under his arm, and around his chest. She pulled it tight and the bleeding seemed to at least slow down.

The action in the Morrison's house had been quick and nobody had been paying attention to their own status. Marsh didn't even know he was hurt, how would anyone else. Now it was obvious even to the casual observer.

Two of the "A" team members had arrived, and Becca told them to pick Marsh up and head for the road.

Becca made sure her radio was working. "Turner Base, this is "A" team leader I need an evac at entry point 01, NOW! Repeat, evac at entry 01 NOW!"

Jimmy had been monitoring the action. He usually wasn't involved, but tonight was different, so he had his radio on and heard Marsh call for a corpsman.

Jimmy had not practiced medicine as such for years, but he kept his skills sharp with rehearsals, and was first and foremost a doctor. He kept a specially built ambulance in a garage next to his house that he could take to incident command sights when it might be needed. It was needed!

When Marsh called for a corpsman Jimmy had the garage door open and was climbing in the driver seat before Becca called for "evac". As he pulled out of the garage with his ambulance/field hospital, Jimmy thought about what was probably happening at the Morrison house.

He picked up his secure sat phone and dialed Sargent Ted Johnson's cell phone. When Ted answered he heard the voice that he and Dan had heard before. "Sargent Johnson, I don't have time to talk. You need to call your officer Doyle at the Morrison residence. I've talked to your monitoring service and had your alarm system shut down. Please work with me Ted: I think we can minimize the exposure for the Morrison family. " The call was short, and it was mostly one way, as Sargent Johnson had only had time to agree with "the voice", but Jimmy needed to concentrate on his team.

Jimmy had bent the truth only a little. Ted Johnson's security company used a monitoring service that was one of Jimmy's or now Marsh's companies and Jimmy himself had reset the Morrison's alarms. What Jimmy did NOT want was for the police department to see Dan's security tapes, and start looking for Becca and Marsh.

Jimmy had thought ahead. He knew that the road in front of the Morrison estate was crawling with squad cars, and gung-ho patrolmen that would just love to get a little glory by sticking their noses into something they had no business getting into. He drove down to the bull-pen via the back road, and didn't bother to stop. There was a remote in the ambulance for all of the gates on the ranch, so Jimmy went out and drove up to the old road/trail on Dan's property that led back to the spring fed pool.

This trail was two miles from the front entrance to the Morrison estate, and Jimmy was pretty sure none of the police officers would venture this far down the main road, yet.

Jimmy stopped and got out of the ambulance. He could hear his "A" team walking up the trail. Jimmy went back and threw open the double doors on the back of the modular medical center on wheels. As he turned around he saw Becca leading two Navy SEALs who were carrying the wounded Marshall Mitchel. Marsh had never lost consciousness but was weak, and very pale. He'd lost quite a bit of blood.

When Jimmy opened the back of the ambulance, a set of stairs had automatically extended from under the modular body. The SEALs never missed a step. They walked right up into the interior, and put Marsh down on the gurney in the well-lighted, mobile, emergency room. Marsh was NOT your whimpy little ninety pound weakling, but the SEALs carried him like he was. They were big guys, and in great shape. They weren't even breathing hard as they stepped back and one of them said. "Great job back there Boss. You'll do!"

"Thanks guys! It was a little dicey back there for a bit. I think we're pretty much OK now. I really do appreciate your help." Marsh was weak, but he was alert and oriented and realized how much he had depended on his team members, and that they had come through in flying colors.

Jimmy was unwrapping Marsh's shoulder, for a good exam. He had Becca start an IV of D5LR, and told her to run 500 CCs wide open. He turned to the SEALS. "Would one of you please turn this beast around and take us back to the bull pen? Those local yokels could get bored up there any time and show up down here. All we need is somebody in a monkey suit sticking their nose in here, and thinking they can bark orders."

Both of the SEALs went to the front and one got in the driver's side while one got in the passenger's seat. The ambulance turned around surprisingly easily considering its size. The two hundred yard drive back to the bull-pen gate was quickly done and the SEAL pushed the remotes, opening both the gate, and the hidden drive in door to the underground fortress.

Two black Chevy Suburbans were parked over next to the wall of the interrogation rooms. The bull-pen was crawling with people.

Doug Sanders walked behind the ambulance and when the SEAL stopped it, Doug opened the back doors. "Hey bosses." he lightly commented, "I know I'm supposed to be gone by now and I was. I was scanning our tactical frequencies on my way home, and heard the shit hit the fan. I got back as soon as I could. Good thing too. Comm center was unmanned."

"Unmanned?" Marsh and Jimmy asked at the same time. "What the hell happened to the man that was supposed to be here?" Jimmy continued, as Marsh just lay on the gurney with his mouth hanging open.

"We can deal with that in a little bit," Doug responded. "It looks like the new guy needs a patch job, Doc."

"I sent "D" team out to the woods, with a couple members of "B" team. The guys from "C" are pretty well spent considering they just finished a twelve hour shift. I just didn't feel like calling them back. Jackie's crew is gonna come in at 0600 to cover the day shift."

"Oh God," Becca gasped. "I hope nobody tries anything today. Jackie and her team will leave more dead bodies than we can afford this week. Marsh already littered us with enough of those, yesterday afternoon."

Doug and Jimmy laughed, and Jimmy responded. "You ain't lying, girl! Jackie is probably wound up tight by now. There's been action in two places in less than twenty four hours, and she hasn't been part of any of it. She's sure to be on pins and needles. That girl lives for action."

"Damn straight!" Doug reinforced.

"I hate to interrupt this happy conversation," Marsh spoke up. "But could somebody do something to this mortal wound on my back, or get the hell out of here and let me die in peace?"
The two SEALs that had been part of "A" team were standing just outside the doors of the ambulance. As Marsh finished speaking everyone started to laugh, and one of them looked at Becca. "Where did you pick up this demanding, obnoxious, SOB, boss lady? He gets a little scratch on his shoulder, and thinks he's gotta have major emergency surgery, or he's gonna abandon the team."

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Doug quipped. "We've got important mission issues to discuss. When ARE those C-rations (C-rations were pre-packaged meals given to WWII soldiers) gonna get here?"

Marsh laughed with the team, and then said. "OK, OK, if you must. Go ahead and bug out to the mess hall. I'll find myself a staple gun and put a temporary patch on the hole. I don't want to inconvenience your lunch break, with a little bleeding on my uniform. I heard the chef actually re-warmed the gorilla guts today. I wouldn't want you to miss that on my account."

Jimmy slowly shook his head from side to side. "Shiiieeeet. I shoulda advertised this show and sold tickets," He remarked. "I'm in the wrong business. I should be selling a comedy tour, not world security, and personal safety."

"Security? Safety? Is that what you call this?" Marsh looked from Becca to Jimmy. "Geez Jimmy. It's a good thing you brought this beautiful redhead along for eye candy, at least."

"Here, Here," all the SEALs sang out. "That we can drink to. ... Oh wait, we're on the clock. We can't drink. Damn it!"

Jimmy laughed with his people. "OK guys. Maybe I should save Marsh the aggravation of looking for his stapler and put a few staples in his shoulder for him."

Doug looked at Jimmy. "OK boss, Maybe we ought to go get a little work done around here, Hey Becca, You want to come and man one of the torture chambers,... ah, I mean interrogation rooms?"

"Nah. I'll stay here and assist Jimmy with the important job of saving my man's life. I'm pretty sure you can make those guys turn into canaries."

One of the "A" team SEALs looked at Becca. "Your man, as you put it, is alright boss lady. He ain't afraid to mix it up with the best of them, and he can take the heat. That's top rack in this man's Navy!"

"Thanks for that!" Marsh looked at the SEAL and smiled. "I owe you a dinner or at least lunch, for that ride. I'll see if I can scrape up the coin for something beyond the mess hall slop."

Marsh rolled over so his left shoulder was up and out, and Jimmy and Becca went to work. They scrubbed his skin and irrigated the laceration. Jimmy got a couple pair of pickups, and pulled the edges of the skin together while Becca squeezed the staples into Marsh's skin.

Becca had hung a second litre of D5LR, and it was about half infused. Marsh was already getting his color back, but Jimmy wanted to let the whole bag infuse, so Marsh had to sit tight and let gravity take it's sweet time.

Jimmy's sat phones were a little more sophisticated than most. They were programmed into his system, so they worked without actually "seeing" a satellite. After he finished closing Marsh's laceration he picked up the phone and called Dan Morrison. He didn't want Mr. Morrison to have more stress than necessary, but he wanted him to be aware that there had been a serious threat, and his team had been serious about intervening.

Dan asked Jimmy if his family was safe coming home in a couple of days. Jimmy thought about telling him they would be a lot safer at SEAL headquarters in Quantico, but decided against it. The successful businessman might not appreciate Jimmy's SEAL humor. Jimmy told him the truth. They were doubling the resources on the Powell/Lindquist detail.

Doug came to the back doors of the medical unit again and Jimmy excused himself to talk to his watch supervisor. "Do you want to join me for the 'discussion' with the guy that was supposed to be in the comm center?" He asked.

"Hey!" Marsh perked right up. "I want a piece of that action."

"No, Marsh!" Becca quickly barked. "You can NOT kill the dude. He may never work again, but ya can't just kill him, no matter what lame excuse he gives."

Doug laughed. "Though you'll probably want to, some of the guys told me about your intro."

"The guy that killed my wife is in fact dead." Marsh retorted.

Doug and the SEALs knew the meaning of that statement immediately.

Marsh stood up beside the gurney. He took Becca's hand in one of his and grabbed his IV in the other. "Let's go." Marsh said. "Let's get this settled."

Jimmy stood up and walked down the steps at the back of the ambulance. He turned around and watched as Becca led Marsh down the stairs. Marsh took his time but he walked steadily. He and Becca followed Doug and Jimmy to an office, where a young man who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, waited.

The guy looked like he didn't feel well, and as he walked into the office Marsh smelled alcohol. Marsh stopped dead in his tracks. "You're drunk." Marsh observed. "You drove to work, and came in this facility under the influence. You're fired." Marsh was calm and confident. "A man died tonight, and a lot of innocent people were put in danger because you came to work drunk. Somebody take this fucker and whatever he arrived here in, and get him out of my workplace. I'll have someone make out your final paycheck when the payroll office opens in the morning and you can come to the office when you are sober and get the check. If you show up to get your check drunk, I'll have you arrested and taken to jail. Any questions?"

Marsh looked from the sick man in the office to Doug, then Jimmy, and Becca. All three of them just shook their heads. Looking back to Doug, Marsh gave him instructions. "Give the payroll office the information they need. Have HR do whatever they do for termination and make sure his pass codes and clearances are out of the system before zero nine hundred. I don't want him to be able to access anything or anyplace in our system."

"Sir! Please Sir! I'm sorry sir! I will never do it again." Pleaded the young man.

"You won't do it again here at Turner Security, because you don't work here." Jimmy had cut the left side of his shirt away. Marsh turned his back to the young man. "This was caused by you being drunk on the job. The man that did this was trying to kill the lady standing here beside me, and the only reason he missed me is because I was in the process of stopping another goon who was trying to kill her, and it turned me away from his weapon. If you had been on the job, with all your faculties we could have stopped all of the things that happened in there before they started. You take home this lesson; Drinking and driving. Drinking and going to work drunk. Is NOT worth the price of the drinks. You make up your mind today to never do it again at wherever your next job takes you."

Marsh turned around and walked out. Once he was out of the office Marsh called the two "A" team SEALs over. "Doug is going to need a little help. Go ahead and take a company truck." The two SEALs gave Marsh a little of a confused look and walked into the office where Doug was talking to the inebriated, former comm center employee.

"Well," Jimmy began. "Once again you proved your value to me Marsh. I may not have handled that quite the same, but I certainly wouldn't have done it any better. That little demonstration will get spread like a wild fire Marsh. The guys will respect you for it. They know you put safety on the top of your priorities, and they'll trust you with their lives. And... they will give theirs for you."

Marsh watched as the SEALs escorted the former employee to one of the company Ford Expeditions. One of them got in a newer model Chevy Camaro, and both vehicles drove out of the bull-pen.

"Doug," Marsh said as the supervisor walked out of the office.

"Yes boss." Doug turned and walked over to the little group of executives standing just outside the comm center.

"Tell me you have someone coming in to relieve you, so you can get some rest. You've done more than your fair share tonight. I'm assuming there is sleeping quarters here somewhere, in the bull-pen. If there isn't, I want you to come up to my house and sack out for a while. You've got to be wasted."

"There is, and there is Marsh. Thanks for thinking about me. Syd Dillon is on her way in to take my place, and there are several empty sleeping rooms. I won't try to drive home, as tired as I am, boss."

"Just what I wanted to hear." Marsh was relieved. Doug had worked the day shift yesterday, and was now working overtime. Apparently the guy that Marsh just fired was supposed to be the shift supervisor from midnight to 0600.

"Jimmy, it's my opinion," Marsh continued, "that you ought to be turning in as well. I'm planning on having the VP take me home and put me to bed, too."

"I think you're right," Jimmy replied. "I'd like to leave the ambulance here and have someone clean it out. You bled all over the place in there, kid. Do you suppose the VP could drop me off at my house, on her way to putting you to bed?"

"I really don't know why not, Jimmy but you might oughta ask her. Come to think about it, I haven't even asked her if she would mind taking me home and putting me to bed. I hope she's not mad at me for ruining my new shirt. Sweet thang, would you take me home and put me to bed?"

"Yours or mine?" Becca asked.

"Yes Ma'am." Marsh grinned.

"Well since you are being so sweet about this I'll take you home and put you in my bed, and I'll even take your friend here to his house or mine, whichever he wants."

"Definitely mine," Jimmy quickly replied. "If I go up to your house somebody will probably try to jump my bones, and I'm too tired for that."

Becca put on her best little girl face and voice. "Oh grandpa, don't tease me. Mommy says you gave her a great ride on Monday afternoon."

Jimmy looked Becca and tried to look mean. "Girlie, don't you be telling stories around here. How'd y'all get here last night?"

Marsh pointed over by the wall. "Let's take that Gator, and make leaving sounds. I'm done for a while."

Marsh walked over and lay down in the back of the Gator, leaving the two front seats for Becca and Jimmy. "Wake me up when we get there, OK? OH, Hey! Could somebody yank this IV outa me? I think I've got as much good out of it as I can."

Becca ran back to the ambulance and got some gauze and a roll of Coban. She put the gauze on the IV site then wrapped Marsh's arm a couple of times with the Coban.

As Becca was driving out of the bull-pen, Syd Dillon drove in. "That's good to see" Jimmy commented. "Now Doug can get some rest."

Becca drove up, and dropped Jimmy off at his house. When they got up to their house, the lights were on in the kitchen. It was early, but Marguarita was up and working already.

As Becca backed the Gator into the garage by the kitchen, Marsh looked at her. "You know this entrance isn't going to go well, right? Mama is going to see my shirt and the laceration and she's gonna get all over me for ruining my shirt and you for letting me get cut."

"Think about it dearest one. You did ruin your shirt, and I did let that bad man hurt you. I guess we've got it coming." Becca was smiling at Marsh.

"Hey now, who's side are you on, girlie?" Marsh asked.

"Just stating the facts, Sir! Just the facts." Becca pushed the kitchen door open and let Marsh walk in first. Wolf was right there to say "I love you!" to both of the weary travelers. He didn't say it in English, but they heard it loud and clear.

Marguarita turned and looked at the two tired people entering her kitchen. She could see that Marsh's shirt was cut up, but she couldn't see the back of his shoulder.

"Marshall Edgar Mitchel! What did mama tell you about ruining your new shirts that mama makes you?"

Marsh gave mama a sheepish grin. "I'm so sorry mama. Becca threw a piece of garbage at me." Marsh turned around as he finished.

"Oh Rebecca Marie Andrews! Did you do this? Did you throw trash at my Marshall and give him a boo-boo?"

Becca couldn't help herself. She broke into tears. The stress that she had been feeling and the fear she had felt when she realized that Marsh was hurt, finally let itself to the surface. Becca had seen a lot of death and destruction during her career so far and this was actually a minor injury comparatively. But this was the first time someone she loved so much had been hurt. This had really scared her.

Marguarita rushed over to Becca, and wrapped her arms around her at the same time as Marsh wrapped his arms around both Becca and Mita. "Oh hunny," Marguarita soothed. "It's OK, baby girl. This is only a scratch, dear. My Marsh will be fine. Are you hurt baby?"

"Oh no, mama," Becca choked out. "But Marsh is right. I did throw that piece of trash at him." Becca was able to smile and her crying stopped. "That piece is gonna rot in jail for a while, but I did throw him at Marsh."

"Mi dulce niña," Marguarita soothed. "That kind of trash. You had no choice I'm sure. Marsh should have not been in your way, so you could throw the trash in the bin. Marsh, you tell Becca you're sorry, and you will not get in front of her trash again."

"Whaaaat?" Marsh whined. "Now it's my fault? Mama I was keeping the other piece of trash from putting a knife in Becca's back."

"Oh, Mi hijo. And that was the right thing to do. You must never let the trash put a knife in our Becca. Front or back. But I think you should not get in the way when Becca needs to throw out the trash, Mi hijo."

"I'll try to do better next time, Mama."

"No, No, Mi hijo. No more next times. You don't take our Becca to these kind of parties, NO MORE!" Marguarita was adamant.

"But mama," Marsh continued his whine. "What if they bring the party to us?"

"Do just like you did yesterday mi hijo. They came to bring the party to our Patricia, and you killed them. That is just how you do it." To Mita it was that simple. We take care of our own.

Marsh and Becca were laughing when Jenni and Sue walked into the kitchen with Trish. "What's so funny?" Trish asked with sleep still in her voice. She took a look at Marsh, and was startled wide awake. "Oh my God Marsh. What the hell happened to you?"

"Our Becca was trying to throw out the trash, sweetie. Marsh did not move out of the way quickly enough." Marguarita laughed.

Jenni softly put her hand up and turned Marsh around. "Geez girlfriend. That was some nasty trash. Did ya give the boyfriend a warning or did you just fling it over your shoulder?"

"That's about the way it worked." Becca admitted. "He says he was interfering with some chump that was gonna carve up my back, but I just saw him bustin' up somebodies kitchen counter when I looked."

"The fact that he was doing it with some guys head shouldn't really be an issue, should it? He shoulda been doin it from somewhere else, I think."

"I know some of you are all hyped up for another lovely day," Marsh interrupted. "Would it be OK if I went upstairs and caught a couple minutes of shut-eye? This new fiancé girl I got me yesterday, pretty much wore me out over-night. I'm whooped."

"I think we could live with that," said Jenni. "If you'll promise to do the same thing."

"I'll give it my best shot." Marsh said as he walked towards the big central stairway.

Sue watched him take a couple of steps. "I think maybe I'll head up there and help tuck our Dr. Mitchel in."

There was a chorus of; "Me too."

When Marsh got to his closet there were four willing helpers taking clothing items off of Marsh and Becca. Marguarita went to the linen closet and got a big soft bath towel and laid it out on the sheet, to keep most of the blood off. Mama knew there would be a little seepage from that laceration.

Marsh drifted off to sleep with four beautiful women kissing and rubbing on him, and one lying on the bed beside him.

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Something was wrong when Marshall Mitchel came to conscious awareness. It was not morning, and he was .... In bed.... with someone.... And it wasn't his bed or his Becky.

It took only an instant to get his brain wrapped around the facts.

Marsh was, in fact, in his own bed, in his new home, with his new fiancé Rebecca Andrews. She was his Becky's identical twin sister. The reason it wasn't morning was because he had spent the night, with Becca, participating in a security detail at the home of his new neighbor, one Dan Morrison, and he had gone to sleep this morning.

The beautiful lady he had proposed to yesterday morning was laying with her head on the right side of his chest, just below his shoulder. Her long red hair flowed back across his arm that was wrapped around her shoulders, with his hand cupped under her firm right breast. Becca's deep even breathing pattern told the doctor that his lover was still asleep.

Without moving, Marsh split his eyelids and took a look around the room. The sheers were pulled closed on the big sliding glass windows, cutting the glare of the afternoon sunlight, but not making the room dark, like the heavy drapes would, if they were closed.

As he looked down towards his shoulder, he looked past himself, and saw the petite form of his ranch manager. The little lady he'd loved as a mother and as a lover, for longer than he had known any of the people close to his life at this time. Marguarita Rosario. Mita was smiling at Marsh, and mouthed the words "I love you mi hijo." Marsh felt a wave of comfort. Mita had been his mother's live in nanny/house keeper since Marsh could remember being alive.

Marguarita had become Marsh's lover when his mother died, and Mita had come to work for Marsh and Becky, at his California Ranch, years ago. Marguarita had been lonely, and it was Becky's idea for the tiny Mexican beauty to join her and Marsh in the bedroom. Mita had been a sexual firecracker, and loved sharing with both Becky and Marsh equally. As he lay in his bed, Marsh smiled as remembered how Marguarita had worn both of them out that first night in their bed. WOW!

Marsh asked himself why he had waited so long after Becky was killed, to reconnect with his little angel of fire. Stupidity was the only answer he could think of. Marsh could feel stirring in the south forty, as he thought of the nights they had been together. Oh Lordy. She had been without any, for the same four years he had, and if she was feeling the same way he had been two days ago, he and Becca were in for one wild ride.

Marsh turned his left hand over and motioned with his index finger, for Marguarita to come over to his side. As Marguarita got up off of the love seat, and made her way to the bedside, Marsh smiled a mischievous smile that Marguarita read immediately. She turned around and stepped back to the love seat, as she lifted her loose fitting, bright red blouse over her head. Marguarita was not wearing a bra, and the skin on her back was tight and unblemished. Next Mita unbuttoned the multi-colored, full skirt that clung tight around her tiny waist, flared over her hips, and flowed down to the middle of her tight calves.

Mita bent at her waist and held the skirt as she stepped out of it. Her tight little ass had a wisp of red lace stretching from her waist that disappeared between the top of her shapely legs.

"Mmmmmm." Hummed Marsh. Becca's eyes fluttered a little then shot wide open. "Ooouu la la," she whispered in a husky voice. "You look delicious, mama!"

Mita looked back past her waist, while she remained bent over, still stepping out of her skirt. "I hope you still think so in an hour or so." Mita cooed. She unbuckled her sandals while she was bent over. Stepped out of them, and turned back towards the bed. Her thumbs slid under the waistband of her bright red panties. Mita started a slow, sexy, slinky, hip action, as her hands slipped down the side of her hips, till her panties reached the point where gravity took over and they fell to the floor.
Marguarita Rosario was a small woman, but put together like a fine Italian sports car. Her skin was a beautiful light bronze color, and looked like the skin of an eighteen year old. There were no wrinkles anywhere. Her B cup breasts were topped with dark brown areola, and her perky nipples stood erect. Her breasts sagged about as much as those of a sixteen year old cheerleader.

Marguarita's abdomen was flat. Her hips had just the right amount of flair. Rosalea, her daughter, kept her mother's raven colored pubic hair waxed clear for her except for a small heart shaped patch that pointed at the top of Marguarita's tight slit.

At Marsh's ranch, Marguarita had kept busy working in the gardens where she grew flowers and her own herbs and spices. She swam in the pool, frequently using the swim spa feature to customize her workout.

Overall Marguarita looked a lot younger than she was. She was old enough to be Marsh's mother, but looked like she could be his younger, little sister. Marsh watched as Marguarita sashayed towards him. "Mmmm," he hummed. "I can see this is going to be a wonderful day."

Marsh and Becca were about half covered by the top sheet. Mita crawled on top of the sheet and on top of Marsh. She laid her head on Marsh's chest, and moved right up to Becca's face, where she locked her lips on Becca's and proceeded to kiss the beautiful red head with a heated passion, exaggerated by the four year dry spell she was in the process of breaking.

Marsh's right arm was still wrapped under Becca. His left arm was free to move about and his left hand explored Marguarita's soft skin, from her shoulders to her warm tight ass cheeks.

Becca and Marguarita were having a serious tongue battle, and were exploring each other's bodies from faces to hips, with their hands. Both women were very wet, and neither one was cold, in any way, shape, or form.

When Mita finally moved her face back away from Becca's, she looked deep into Becca's eyes and then asked; "Becca sweetie, would you mind if mama rides your stud horse this afternoon. Mama's been lonely a long time."

"Oh mama," Becca was quick to reply. "That was your pony long before Becca had any claim on it. It is I who should be asking you when I want to ride."

"Do I ever get to decide who rides?" Marsh asked.

"NO!" was the instant reply from both of the beauties on his chest.

Marguarita placed her knees on either side of Marsh's hips, and lifted herself on her hands and knees. Becca reached between Mita's legs and lined Marsh's cock at the entrance to her tight, hot pussy. Mita lowered herself, and impaled herself on Marsh's throbbing cock. It was fortunate that Mita was sopping wet. She was tight!

Mita wiggled her ass, and lowered herself as deep as she could go, forcing Marsh's cock to fill her pussy to the bottom. The tip of his pole rubbed her tight cervix.

Becca had released her hold on Marsh's cock, no sooner than necessary. Slowly Becca drew her fingers through the slick folds of Marguarita's pussy, getting her fingers wet. She stopped when her middle finger rubbed the firm nub of Mita's clit. She made the ends of her fingers dance on top of the little appendage, and though Mita was not moving yet, she began to purr.

Mita began to slowly rock her hips in a circular motion almost imperceptibly to start. Then her activity became quicker and her movements more compassionate. Her pussy muscles tightened and relaxed as her hips lifted off of Marsh then crashed down again and again. Becca continued to assault Mita's hard clit, and Mita began to experience her first orgasm in four years.

That first orgasm set off a series of climaxes which built in both length and intensity till Marguarita's body went into sensory overload. She had no control over the pussy spasms and muscle contractions that tightened her whole body.

The heat and pressure were as much as Marsh's swollen organ could take and his own climax hit him like a freight train. Marsh groaned and his balls sent pulse after pulse of hot white cum splashing into Mita's love tunnel, filling her until she was overflowing.

Becca removed her hand from between the two lovers, and Mita collapsed on Marsh's heaving chest.

Both Marsh and Marguarita spent long minutes in deep rasping breath recovery. Mita finally caught her breath and rolled off of Marsh. "I know I'm dripping," she laughed "but I have to finish what I started."

With that she slid herself down between Becca's smooth thighs, and attacked her hot wet flower. She took Becca somewhat by surprise, but when her tongue licked up from bottom to top of Becca's smooth lips, Becca was quickly lost in the pleasure inflicted by the experienced older woman. For Becca, that older woman's experience turned to almost unbearable enjoyment.

Becca had been seriously enjoying the stimulation she was getting from watching the fulfillment of Marguarita and Marsh's pleasure. Now Marguarita's attentions were directly arousing Becca's senses, and it didn't take long before Becca was enduring mind bending sexual fulfillment of her own. Her subtle moans turned to gasping screams of pleasure. Marsh put his face on hers and locked his mouth on hers to attempt to muffle her screams. He may have experienced a greater level of success, if he had gone down to the beach and tried to harness the tide. Mita had lit Becca's fuse, and that started a fire that would just have to burn itself out. Marsh laid his head back on the pillow and basked in the enjoyment of watching the two beautiful ladies giving each other pleasure. One was giving and one was accepting the gift.

It was twenty to thirty minutes before all three participants caught up with their exertion. Marsh, Becca and Marguarita got up and worked their way through the clean-up routine. Toilet, bidet, (Marsh left that step out) and shower. They took turns washing and drying each other, and then helped each other get dressed. Marguarita led the way downstairs, and insisted that Marsh and Becca needed some nourishment. She made each of them a cheese and chili quesadilla then cut them each a piece of Marsh's favorite dessert, strawberry-rhubarb pie.

As Marsh and Becca went out the kitchen door, Marsh hugged Marguarita. "Mama que tomas muy bien cuidado." He whispered.

"Si mi hijo," Marguarita answered. "Es bueno que te des cuenta."

Marguarita kissed Marsh, then turned and hugged Becca and planted a warm kiss on her lips as well. Stay safe, mis bebés. Mama wants you home for dinner tonight.

Marsh had keyed the garage door opener from the kitchen. He went directly to the passenger's side of the truck, whistling for Wolf as he walked across the driveway. Wolf was there to jump into the back seat, as Becca got in the front. Marsh closed the back door and stepped to the side of the passenger's front seat.

With his right hand on Becca's leg, and his left hand on her shoulder, Marsh looked deep into her eyes. "Becca, I love you, and I need you to tell me something." Marsh paused, then he continued. "Last night you went into that house long before the rest of your team got there. Why did you go in alone? There were seven of them. You knew who they were, or at least what they were."

"They scared the shit out of me sweetheart. I recognized Tony (The Butcher) Martinelli. I know him from way back. Those guys are really bad company."

"Yes Marsh, I knew who they were. Tony was with the SEALs, when I went in. I knew he would be trouble. I also knew with or without my team, I had one of the best, if not the best back-up in the industry, when you stepped on that deck. Knowing who the bad guys were, I wanted to help whoever was inside as quickly as I could. You and I together are about as bad as any team can be. I'm pretty sure you knew that too, Marsh....- By the way, How do you know The Butcher?"

"It's a long story my dear. You mind if I give you the short version?"

Becca smiled. "I've got as much time as you need, "Killer Doc." You're driving my chariot."

"It's like this." Marsh began. Marsh stopped in mid-sentence. ... "Why did you call me that?"

Becca gave Marsh a curious look. "Why did you call Tony "The Butcher"? Why do you and a host of others call me "The Flaming Red Widow Maker"?

"Those handles were earned in the course of - ... ahhhh. OK.... You know about that, eh? And you should know I haven't even thought that name fit you, since I met you."

"Jimmy sent Rick digging, Marsh. Rick doesn't miss much. He's the one who found out about your mercenary nick name. I don't mind the name I've earned and I've used it to my advantage whenever I thought it would give me an advantage."

"OK babe, we've both got a past. We both know we have a past, and there's some of it we haven't had time to share with each other yet.... Wait. You use it yourself? I guess I don't feel so bad then." Marsh volunteered.

"Now I want you to get this and remember it. I love you, and I don't want you getting into any situation without back up, no matter if you ARE known as the baddest woman in the world."

"Marsh, I love you too. And you should understand that I'm not known as the baddest woman in the world. I'm known as the "baddest fucking mother" in the world. There's some controversy if I'm more dangerous than 'the butcher' or even 'the killer doc'. Mercs are all over the place on who could beat who, face up. You and I know that's never gonna happen, but not everybody knows who we are, and it'll take a while for the world mercenary community to know that Tony's dead. Wait till they find out some rookie cop kicked the shit out of him. Some of our team knows who I am, but I don't think anyone knows who you are. If you keep showing off like you did yesterday and last night, they might figure you out, pretty quickly though." Becca was smiling up at Marsh. She loosened her seat-belt and stretched up to kiss him."

"Speaking of rookie cops... what are we gonna offer that girl to get her on our team? She's sure wasting her potential with the crooked local police department, even if she's working with the only straight up sergeant on the force." Becca thought to ask as an afterthought.

"That's a good question. We know she's honest, but do we know she'd be willing to switch her allegiance?" Marsh wanted to know.

"Only way to find out is to set up a way to get some exchange of information going on." Becca seemed to be deep in thought. "I doubt she has a clue who she was up against last night. Maybe I should contact her and start feeding her a little information and try to see if she'd be open to a higher paying career. We can pay her a lot more than the PD is right now. Hell Marsh, she's a good kid. If we make her even a decent offer, you know she'd love to get out of jail duty, and that whole crooked department."

"You think maybe we should go to work and see if anybody has missed us yet?" Marsh smiled and closed Becca's door. He walked around the truck, stepped into the driver's seat, and fired it up.

As Marsh pulled out of the garage Becca suggested that they head down to the bull-pen, instead of going to the main office. "We can get started sooner if we go to the office right here on the ranch." She commented.

"Marsh, what do you think of me giving her a call. During the call maybe I can get her to meet me and I can open a dialog. It might be a good thing to let her know who she killed. Maybe I can comfort her or something and let her know I'm on her side as a first step towards getting her to come to work with us."

"Where would you meet her Becca?"

"How about I set up a meeting out by the waterfall? We can control the area while I'm there."

"Ok, give her a call when we get to the bull-pen and see what kind of response you get."

"Oh, by the way Becca, you do realize you are on salary and get paid no matter where you do what you do, right?" Marsh joked.

"Yeah sweetie, I do." Becca responded. "And I also know you're not actually on the payroll yet, so you ain't gettin paid, no matter what you do, wherever you do it."

"Now that's just cold, woman. I guess that's gonna make me a 'kept man.' And you know the bright side? I don't even care, as long as I'm your 'kept man'." Marsh laughed as he turned to go down the back road to the bull-pen.

"Oh sure," Becca laughed with Marsh. "You own the companies. You pay my salary. You've got almost as much money as God. And I've got to pay your keep. That sounds fair, NOT!

Becca reached up to a short row of remote controls hooked on a bracket between the visors. "Looks like Jimmy had one of the guys accessorize your truck, Marsh."

"Hmmm." Marsh mused. "I wonder what we can get into with those."

Becca looked at Marsh again. "I bet Jimmy wants us to use these to go to work, once in a while."

"Ya think?" Marsh sarcastically replied, as he drove into the bull-pen that Becca had opened.

Jimmy and Syd Dillon walked out of one of the offices as Marsh and Becca got out of the truck.

"It's so nice of you two to grace us with your presence." Jimmy remarked with a smile. "Hey Marsh, have you met Sydnie Dillon? She's one of our shift supervisors."

"And she's one bad-ass lady." Becca continued.

"Syd," Jimmy continued. "This is your new boss, Dr. Marshall Mitchel. He's been here almost a week."

Marsh stepped up to Syd, and extended his hand. "I actually prefer hugs as a way of greeting." Marsh said as Sydnie grasped his hand with a very firm hand shake. "But I don't want to get myself into one of those sexual harassment situations right off the bat."

Syd took another step towards Marsh opening her arms, and wrapping them around Marsh's chest. "I've been here long enough to know they can't fire me without a warning first." Syd laughed. "I'll hug you, and take my chances."

"Well now," Marsh put his arms around Syd. "Jimmy retired yesterday. I've got Becca on my payroll, so she can't fire me. I guess if I don't mind a hug, and you don't go to the fair labor practices board, we should be OK."

Syd laughed as Marsh wrapped her in a tight bear hug.

Becca however made a serious face and asked, "And what if your fiancé has a problem with your activity...?"

Syd smiled at Becca. "Wouldn't his fiancé have to know? You wouldn't tell on us would you?"

"No." Becca stated flatly. "But it's a good thing she's not the jealous type, 'cause she's watching you right now."

Syd started to let go of Marsh, and look around.

Marsh held his hug firmly, and Jimmy and Becca began to laugh.

When Marsh let Syd go, he stepped back, and extended his hand again. "Ms. Dillon, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Marshall Mitchel. I just took over the Turner companies, and this," he pointed to Jimmy, "is my future mother-in-law's father, Dr. James Turner. Dr. Turner's daughter is the mother of a young lady you may know as Rebecca Andrews. Fortunately for you and for me she doesn't have a jealousy problem. We're safe."

Syd rolled her eyes up, as she lifted her forehead and cocked her head from side to side. Then recognition spread across her face.

"Becca? .... Becca!" Syd exclaimed as Becca extended her left hand with the new ring that Marsh had given her. "Girlfriend, you had me starting to worry for a minute there. Congratulations Lady! From what Doug told me, you got yourself a top tier man, here. I hear he had your back this morning, and came through big time. That's a gorgeous ring, girlfriend."

"Doug wasn't lying to you girlfriend. Marsh had my six. And when I threw one of those fuckin pieces of trash at him, he took a slashing, and kept right on taking names. One of them was about to carve his initials in my back, with his Ka-bar. Marsh used the goon's head to buy the Morrison family a new set of counter-tops."

"I heard you two basically trashed the Morrisons kitchen then took pictures of the damages." Syd said.

"I wanted to get the bad guys lined up out on the deck so we could do a formal photo shoot, but Becca has this thing about waiting for the police to arrive. – She wouldn't hang out with me." Marsh sounded like a hurt little boy. "I had to do the identity pictures right where those creeps went to the trouble of lying down on the job. Lazy bastards. They just parked in the wreckage and wouldn't leave."

Syd cracked up. "Not only is he a good back up man, he does stand-up comedy as well."

"I've got an idea," Jimmy joined the conversation. "I may not have anything to do with this outfit any more, but do you think anybody should try getting any work done today? I'm just asking."

"What a novel idea." Marsh observed. "Becca? Where's that office you said I could use?"

"There just happens to be one right over here with your name on the wall, right beside the door." Becca led the way over to a hallway, with several office doors along the length. The first door opened to a spacious office with one large desk and a small round table in a corner of the office. There were several chairs around the table, a couple of nice easy chairs, and windows on two walls. The glass was one way so that anyone inside the office could see out, but nobody outside could see in. Marsh's name was on a shiny brass plate beside the outside of the door. There was a door in one wall that opened into another office, right next to Marsh's. Behind the desk was a wall of shelves and cabinets.

"Would this be the one you want me to use?" Marsh asked as he went around the desk and sat in the big leather chair.

"Works for me, boss man." Becca replied. "I'll take this one right through this door-, since I've been using it for about a year and a half now."

Jimmy stood back and looked at Marsh for a minute or two, before he commented, "You look pretty good sitting in my old chair, Marsh. I wonder how soon you'll be caught up, so I can head up to Alaska to go fishing."

"If the last two days are any indication, I'm gonna need you to stick around and keep patching up my slow reaction souvenirs." Marsh joked. "You may never get to head out to go fishing, Jimmy."

Marsh looked at Syd. "Why don't you check up on your teams, Syd? I've got a call or two to make, and I think Becca does, too. Jimmy, what are you up to this afternoon? If you've got nothing better to do, maybe you could go down to the main office for me, and see how your sister and her project are doing. Where is Trish this afternoon? I don't want her at the hotel without an armed escort. She needs to work from her new office at HQ. It's a lot safer for her there."

Syd turned to leave, and stopped at the door. "I'm on my way outta here. It's nice to meet you Marsh. I really like working for this company. Jimmy was/is a great boss. Sounds to me like you're gonna just carry on the tradition, and fit right in."

Becca was already gone into her office. Jimmy had waited in front of Marsh's desk, and sat down in one of the easy chairs.

"Marsh, I just need to say something. You are living up to my highest expectations, and maybe even exceeding them. I love your take charge attitude, and you aren't afraid to give instructions, even to me. That's something that impresses me Marsh. I'm sure I picked the right guy. The way you kicked ass and took names this morning was an added benefit. I didn't know I was getting myself "The Killer Doc" in the deal. Before you ask, John called today and said he had something come up, so he can't come till next week. He told me what the mercenary underworld has started to call you. He said you're right up there with Tony and Becca on the list of bad guys and gals to mess with. He was a little surprised I had to stitch you up this morning, but given the quantity and quality of the gang you and Becca took out it's really not that shocking."

"Thanks Jimmy! I sure am glad I had the SEALs to back me up, and you right there to patch me up. I was feeling pretty drained there. I'm not a hundred percent even now. If you and Becca hadn't been right there on the spot, I'd of had to get transported to some ER and been tied up for hours or maybe even days. I love working with a good team, Jimmy, and you obviously know how to put one of those together. Jimmy, I need to call Mama Vicky, and maybe go to LA tomorrow. One of those guys I killed at the hotel yesterday was the grandson of my second mama and the son of my best childhood friend."
"Oh shit, Marsh! This ain't a good thing Marsh. Anything I can help with?" Jimmy asked.

"If you could get me a DVD from the hotel cameras it might be useful." Marsh told him.

"You'll have it when I get back." Jimmy replied as he walked out of Marsh's office.

Marsh picked up the phone, and dialed the first phone number he had ever memorized, in Los Angeles. "Mama Vicky?" He asked when the soft spoken woman answered the phone.

"Marshall Edgar Mitchel! The voice exclaimed. "Marshall, to what do I owe this honor? I haven't heard from my favorite doctor in a month of Sundays. When am I going to get to see you again Marsh. I sure miss having you and Mario stealing cookies from my kitchen, and blaming your sister Eva. You always sounded so innocent, but I knew you boys were the guilty ones. Oh Marshall, I miss you. Come see Mama Vicky."

"How about lunch tomorrow, Mama? I need to see you too, Mama." Marsh hoped he would be able to leave Mama Vicky's house in an upright position, but she was too important to him to not tell her in person.

"OH YES! Marsh! Mario is here in town this week doing some contracts for his father. I'll tell them both to be here for lunch at .... what? ... Shall we say twelve thirty Marsh? Will twelve thirty work for you? I can have your favorite vegetable lasagna ready for you and I can make one for Victor and Mario with ground beef. Oh Marsh, you are making my day, child."

Marsh's heart felt like it was made of lead as he hung up the phone. "How do I go about telling my longest lasting childhood friends that I killed their son/grandson?" he asked himself. I saved Mama Vicky's life six years ago so I could tell her I killed her grandson yesterday." Marsh couldn't see the bright side of this one.

He leaned back in his chair, interlaced his fingers behind his head, and pondered the next twenty four hour time period. "I love Mama Vicky, Mario is every bit of the brother I never had, his dad is my Papa Victor, and I just had to kill her grandson, my brother's son, to protect my mother-in-law.

Marsh was still leaned back wondering how tomorrow would go, when a leggy brunette with dark brown eyes, walked through the door, from Becca's office. She was wearing a long terrycloth robe, and had it tied at her waist. Marsh knew the instant that he looked at her who it was, but to the unknowing, Becca would look like a totally different person. "Who the hell are you?" he asked. "And where is my beautiful red haired fiancé?"

"Marsh," Becca asked. "Would you mind escorting a chick with a long black wig, and brown colored contacts, down to the Morrison's pond?"

"Well now," Marsh replied. "Since you asked it like that, I think that might not be such a bad thing to occupy myself with. Mind you, I much prefer red heads, but since this will probably be a short term thing and you really do have nice legs...."

Becca reached down and untied the robe. She pulled the edges of the robe wide open, and asked, "You like this better?" There was nothing but skin beneath the robe.

Marsh jumped out of his chair, ran to the other side of his desk, and wrapped his arms around Becca, inside the robe. "You know it! I like this just fine. You wanna tell me why I'm walking this to the Morrison's pond, instead of nailing it to the top of my desk?"

Becca laughed out loud. "Oh Marsh. I think that sounds like a great idea, but if I'm gonna recruit a rookie cop into our security company. I think I should take this wrapped body down the trail. I'm planning on taking the robe off before I get there, to keep her comfortable, so I'd feel a lot safer if my "Killer Doc" was on my six."

"Aahhh yes," Marsh breathed. "And a gorgeous six it is." Marsh squeezed Becca's ass cheeks, "Simply gorgeous.... Let's close that robe for a few minutes and head down to Dan Morrison's creek side trail. I'll get to watch my 'Flaming Red Widow Maker' in action."

"Marsh, from you that name is a term of endearment, like me using 'My Killer Doc'. I think you probably know those names need to stay between us, right?"

Marsh pulled Becca close and tightened his hug. He looked into Becca's color changed eyes, and whispered, "Becca, all you have to do is ask, and I'll never use that name for you again. If you and I use our reputation nick names as personal terms of endearment I'm OK with that. I'll use whatever name you want me to, just so there's at least one name I can call that will always get you to my side."

"Marsh, you sure know how to make a girl feel loved. The way you talk to me. The way you treat me. The way you touch me. And best of all the way you love me. I am addicted! ... Now get your hands out of my robe, and let's get outta here."

Becca pushed the door opener plate on the wall of the bull-pen, and they walked out into the warm sunlight. Through the gate to the road, and Marsh took Becca's hand as they walked to the trail that led into the Morrison Estate. Wolf trotted along just beside Marsh, on the left. They headed down the trail, and at a convenient place about one hundred fifty feet from the pond Becca opened the robe, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slip into Marsh's hands.

Marsh disappeared into the woods, and Becca moved to the edge of the pond and slipped just into the edge of the woods opposite the pond. Marsh moved silently over to the creek, just above the waterfall, and found a place to sit where he had an unobstructed view of the pond, but would not be easy to see from below the falls. Wolf blended himself into his surroundings silently. Wolf loved being in the forest with Marsh.

Joanna came up the trail from the other direction, and Becca spoke to her from somewhere in the woods. Marsh couldn't hear the gal's conversation, due to the noise of the waterfall. Becca and the beautiful brunette hugged each other, and talked for a short while then they walked into the water and sat on rocks to continue their conversation. His observation skills told Marsh that the conversation was friendly, and he guessed that it lasted twenty minutes to a half hour. When the girls walked out of the pool, Joanna had brought two towels, and they both dried the chilly water off of their smooth, tight bodies.

Marsh watched as Becca turned and walked up the trail. He had to take off and jog through the woods to catch up with her. He stepped out on the trail and held Becca's robe open for her to slip into. They both resumed their walk, and when they reached the road Marsh took Becca's hand again as they walked back to the bull-pen.

Marsh and Becca chatted about several things as they walked down the road. Becca opened the walk in gate and the small walk in door to the bull-pen. Marsh was not past the amazement experience of watching the ground and rocks move out of the way, revealing the door openings that allowed entry into the bull-pen. There were no windows to let light in when the doors were closed, but the bull-pen was well lit up inside. The ventilation system was spectacular. The air in the bull-pen was always fresh and comfortable.

Marsh and Becca both walked into Marsh's office where Marsh closed his door, and closed the door to Becca's office before she could go back to her desk, or dressing room.

"Ooooo," Becca cooed. "Are you going to nail me to your desk now, boss?"

"That's a great idea, and I plan on trying to work that in some time, but I want to talk to you right now, and I really don't want anyone here unless Jimmy gets back before we are done."

"Becca my love, how much did Rick give you about my childhood?"

"Rick told us where you grew up, and where you went to school. There usually aren't a whole lot of records about kids till they get in high school. Why Marsh? Is there something in your childhood that's gonna be a problem?" Becca had a curious look on her face, as she wrinkled her forehead and narrowed her eyes to a squint.

"Maybe so, girlfriend, maybe so." Marsh said thoughtfully. "It's like this; my folks had a house in a nice upper/middle class neighborhood. My best friend was a kid that lived two houses up the street. We did everything together. Mario and I could find more ways to get in trouble then hide whatever it was that we had done, or frame his sister or some of the other kids in the neighborhood."

"I lived more at Mario's house than I did at my own. Mario and I stole more cookies from his mother's cookie jar than you could imagine. The only reason we didn't get fat was because we were always on the move. You are probably wondering what all this has to do with anything in our current lives. OK, I'll tie it together."

"I knew Mario's mother as Mama Vicky. I knew his father as Papa Victor. Mario's last name is Martinelli. I suspect the only Martinelli you know personally, is Tony...." Marsh paused to let that sink in. Then he continued.

"I knew Tony before he joined the Navy. His father Antonio Martinelli is Papa Victor's brother. Mario and Tony's uncle is Giuseppe Martinelli. We all called him Uncle Joey. He was the fun Martinelli brother. He took us to Farrell's Ice Cream Parlor, and to movies we weren't supposed to see, and to the sporting goods store to buy sports equipment. He had season tickets to all the sports teams, and he took us all the time. Sometimes he took us to games in Yankee Stadium in New York."

"At that age I had no idea who the Martinelli family was. I had no idea what the Mob was. Mario was my best friend. His mom fed me and took care of me and his Uncle Joey was our biggest fan and benefactor."

"Yesterday I killed Tommy Martinelli, my best childhood friend's son. I killed his cousin Trevor Gordon. I was part of the team that killed Tony Martinelli, and put his crew in the hospital and/or in jail. Do you think I could have pissed off the mob? Do you suppose there are a few wise guys who are looking everywhere they can look, for the SOB that eliminated the next generation of 'The Martinelli Family'? "

"I need to go to Los Angeles tomorrow. I'm going to tell Mama Vicky that The ER doctor that grew up on her cookies, and ate at her table five or more days a week, The doctor that was in the ER the night she almost died, and he pulled her through, is the "Killer Doc" that broke her grandson's neck and threw him on the floor to crush his skull."

"I have to face Mama, and Papa Victor, and my best friend Mario. I could be signing my own death warrant, but I'll know where I stand, and Mama Vicky will be proud of the brave man her Marshall Edgar turned out to be. – She won't be able to help me when Victor tells his brothers who killed their hit man, but I have to do it now, not sneak around and hope they don't find out."

Marsh stopped and took a deep cleansing breath.

Becca came around the desk, sat in his lap, and held Marsh in her arms.

Jimmy's deep voice was softer than usual. "I had no idea, Marsh. Take the Gulfstream. Take a couple of SEAL teams if you want to. Do what you have to do Marsh, and come home tomorrow night if you can. No, come home tomorrow when you can. The Martinelli family is a dangerous bunch, Marsh. But they are honorable. You are doing the honorable thing, going and confessing to the family what you had to do. Victor Martinelli will honor that."

"I hope so, my friend. That's what I'm counting on." Marsh said. "I have to do it by myself though, Jimmy. If I were to take an army with me I'd be declaring war, and nobody would win that battle."

"I know Marsh. You're right of course. I just want you to know I support you all the way through this. ...Oh yeah, here's your DVD Marsh. You gonna show them why you did it?" Jimmy asked?

"If they'll let me." Marsh replied. "I'm gonna do whatever I can to show Mama Vicky that I only did what I knew as the right thing to do. I protected my family, nothing less than she should expect from me. I hope it's enough to put me back on the Gulfstream tomorrow afternoon."

"Jimmy, what did you find going on down at the main office? Or did you just go up to your house and take a nap?" Marsh laughed as Jimmy took on a very hurt look on his face.

"You think just because I'm old and retired, I would have to go home and take an afternoon nap?" Jimmy tried to sound hurt.

"I know I would." Marsh laughed. "And I'm not so old or retired."

"OK," Jimmy smiled. "So here's what I found; Trish has been at the main office working with her former assistant manager to help her transition to the hotel manager position. They've been quite successful in getting a couple of the part time desk clerks to assume full time positions. The new gal is learning Trish's scheduling system. Trish made it clear that she can make changes that make things work for her."

"Your friend Sue is one very sharp cookie, Marsh. She's down there walking the architect through the space changes she wants with special emphasis on what is going to be necessary vs. what she would like to have. I can assure you she'll get absolutely everything she needs and in reality almost all of what she wants. She may have to sacrifice a few square feet here and there, but not in the places where it matters."

"You were spot on about my sister. That girl is a holy terror. She has people scrambling to keep up. HR is trying to line up interviews for several of the positions she has already created."

"She took my secretary, and put her on the free ride program, and they should have a dispatch system done by the end of business tomorrow. She's already got a couple of corpsman signed up as drivers. She figured that people who get drunk will need a ride. They may also need a little 'special' attention, and corpsmen have a little better shot at that than your average taxi-driver. The system will definitely be up and running before this next weekend."

"Marsh, I had two of my long time, management employees thank me for bringing in a guy like you. They think you have great ideas. And one of them looked me straight in the eyes and told me he's done with alcohol consumption since your introduction and the conversation he had with you Monday after the meeting. He said you just made so much sense. Now he's going to have to figure out what to do with all the extra money he's going to save."

"Oh yeah, one more thing. I saw Rick this afternoon, and he's really pissed off with you. He said he tried to steal your ranch manager to come and live with him and take care of him, but she says she won't quit you, for him. Marguarita says you treat her too good and that old man wouldn't be able to measure up. Money was NOT a factor. She did mumble something about you having a couple of red-heads around the place that Rick didn't. I'm not sure, but I think she likes your VPs."

"What's not to like?" Marsh questioned. "I've got two red-headed VPs to die for, Jimmy. Look at the one in my lap right now." Marsh pulled Becca's face down to his and kissed her.

"I can't argue with you on that, Marsh." Jimmy smiled at both Marsh and his granddaughter. "Considering none of us got much sleep last night, I think maybe we ought to choose up sides and go home. I've been invited to your house for dinner, and I'd rather not keep your ranch manager waiting."

"That sounds like a good plan, Jimmy. I think I'll take my VP and call it a day." Marsh responded. "Becca, do you want to change back to your clothes, or do you want to just go home in your robe?"

"I like having the robe here, so if you don't mind, I'd prefer to take time to change." Becca told him as she stood up and headed to her own office.

Marsh got up and walked out of his office, and over to the comm center. "How's everything going?" Marsh asked the two operators as he walked in.

"Everything's looking good out there," came a voice from the back corner of the room.

Marsh turned and looked to where Syd Dillon was sitting at a small desk, looking at a couple of smaller monitors.

"Oh hi, Syd," Marsh greeted her. "I didn't see you back there in the corner. I'm going to want to spend a little time in here learning the routines, one day soon."

We'll be happy to have you, anytime." Syd smiled.

Becca walked into the comm center behind Marsh. She wrapped her arms around his chest and laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm ready to get out of here Boss." She whispered in his ear.

"Syd, have a good evening," Marsh wished her. "I'm gonna take my VP home and see if I can get somebody to feed us."

With that Marsh and Becca walked over to Marsh's truck and headed up to the house. When Marsh and Becca had come back from Dan Morrison's pond, Wolf had taken off and gone back up to the house and was there to greet Marsh and Becca as they got out of the truck in the garage.

Marguarita had fixed a couple pans of spinach enchiladas. There was rice and beans, and fresh tortillas. A huge bowl of fresh guacamole and hot, fresh, tortilla chips graced the table as well. Marguarita thought if you didn't make your tortillas and chips fresh you were cutting corners. She refused to do that.

After dinner Marsh asked if he could get a couple of volunteers. Several people asked him what they would be volunteering for, and Marsh refused to say. Trish and Becca spoke up almost immediately, telling Marsh that they had already gone on record as trusting him completely, so they were in for whatever he needed or wanted.

Marsh got up from his place at the table and walked over to Marguarita's chair. He squatted down beside her and gave her a warm kiss on the forehead. "Mita," he began. "It is so nice to have you back in my life. This has been a fantastic dinner, and I know how hard you worked to prepare it for us. Now I want you to get out of the kitchen/dining room and Trish and Becca have promised to help me clean up the mess we've made. Thank you, Mita! You are a real blessing to me, and I love you for it."

Marsh pulled Marguarita's chair out for her. Marguarita stood and kissed Marsh again. "Thank you mi hijo. Mama knows you love her. It's why mama takes care of you." As the other family members left the dining room, Jimmy suggested a trip down to the pool and/or spa, and soon all five of them headed down the stairs.

Marsh, Becca and Trish got serious about clearing the table and putting the leftovers in the refrigerator. They loaded the dishwasher quickly as well, and were finished with the clean-up in less than ten minutes. Three pair of willing hands makes any job easier. The scenery was inspiring as well.

Marsh put one arm around each of his lovely ladies and leaned back against the counter. His eyes misted up a bit as he kissed each of them on the forehead. "First I want to say thank you for helping me tonight. Then I want to thank you both for your love and your friendship."

"I have a task tomorrow that scares me a little. I hope I come home tomorrow evening and have a chance to hold you both like this again. If I don't, I need you to know that the last few days have been the best days of my life, and the happiness you've both brought me will be with me forever."

Becca laid her head on Marsh's chest. "I'm sorry you have to go do this Marsh, but I understand. It makes me love you all the more. If you don't come home to us tomorrow I can assure you the Martinelli family will all die a horrible death, before the week is out."

Trish had the most perplexed look on her face as she gasped, "What the hell are you two talking about? Why on God's green earth would you not come back to us?"

Marsh told Trish about his childhood, and what he had to do. "Oh...my... God!" Trish exclaimed. "Becca will have a lot of help if she has to declare war on the mafia. Daddy and I will help her make them regret they ever moved to the USA from Sicily."

"Mom," Becca told her. Grandpa has several hundred Special Forces, and SEALs that will be more than happy to help me wipe out the entire Sicilian mob, and we will!"

"Trish, these people are family to me. I really don't think there is going to be a problem. But I just don't know. I wanted you to be prepared for the worst case scenario. I'm hoping for the best. I have no guarantees."
"If it's all the same to the two of you, I need to go run in the forest. I'd enjoy having either or both of you join me, but if you would rather not, I know Wolf definitely will. I'm going to go up to our bedroom and get out of these clothes. If anyone is joining me, I suggest you do whatever it is you need to do in preparation."

Within minutes three two legged and one four legged runners were dressed (undressed) for a trip through the forest trails. Marsh, Becca, and Trish were all wearing a pair of socks and running shoes. Marsh had his hip pack belted around his waist, and Wolf had his service vest buckled in place. Marsh ran down to the gym, and told everyone there where he and the girls were going, so no one would worry needlessly.

Wolf led off through the woods, followed by Trish, and then Becca and Marsh had the rear. Wolf had a unique talent. He could run point but sense the pace of the slowest member of a team. It didn't matter what position that team member was in, Wolf just knew how fast to lead. When or if they came to a place where there was a choice, Wolf would lead at Marsh's direction.

All Marsh needed to do was say; right, or left. Wolf knew his directions. In the San Bernardino National Forest where he and Marsh had lived before this, Wolf could take compass directions as well. If Marsh said they wanted to go north, that was where Wolf led. Marsh wasn't sure if Wolf was compass direction oriented here yet, so he just used left or right.

Marsh directed Wolf to turn right on a smaller game trail that led east towards the stream. There was a foot bridge across the stream when they got to it, and just up the hill a couple hundred feet there was a tight dry cabin with a covered porch.

The sun was setting, but there was still plenty of light to see that the cabin was being maintained. The front porch had a couple of large wooden chairs and what could be considered a love seat. There were no cushions on them, but there were a bunch of quilts and blankets just inside the front door of the cabin. Marsh picked up two quilts. He hung one over the back of the love seat, and laid the other one on the seat.

It would have been a tight squeeze for all three of them to sit side by side, but with Trish on Marsh's lap, and Becca snuggled at his side, there was more than enough room for all three of them on the one piece of furniture.

Wolf parked himself next to the love seat, and Marsh, Trish, and Becca cuddled and listened to the stream running past them. The temperature was pleasant; the sounds of the stream and the forest were comforting. Marsh was convinced that he couldn't ask for more pleasant company. Tomorrow could just take care of itself. Marshall Mitchel was basking in the glow of the mother and daughter in his arms.

As might be anticipated at a time like this, kisses and touches progressed from warm expressions of love, to hot exclamations of passion. Trish started to notice that she was getting poked by something hard, from underneath. Becca suggested she move her butt a little and see if she could make room in another location for whatever it was that was poking her.

It didn't take much movement for Trish to find a place to slip the hard shaft of man-meat into a warm wet tunnel where she said it fit really nice. She got no argument from Marsh. Not that Marsh could have said anything, with his tongue polishing Trish's tonsils.

Becca had one hand fingering the breast and nipple that she wasn't licking or sucking on. The other hand had a couple of fingers massaging Trish's clit.

Trish was sitting at just the right angle so that the head of Marsh's cock rubbed across her g-spot with each movement of her hips, and those got quite vigorous as Trish ascended to the heights of sexual bliss.

Three gentle climaxes gave way to one massive orgasm that left Trish quivering in sexual bliss and gasping for breath. Every muscle in Trish's body tightened and relaxed in rapid succession, and sweat beaded on her skin. When she could finally relax and catch her breath, Trish laid her head back and rested it on Marsh's shoulder.

It took about ten minutes for Trish to recover enough to speak. "Becca, sweetheart. I don't think I broke it or wore it out. Would you like to ride the pleasure pole, too? It feels marvelous right where it is, but I'll share, if you want some."

"Thank you mother. Marsh, I want you to make love to me again if you could. I don't just want to ride the pleasure pole, or the joy stick. It will be pleasurable and bring me joy, but I really love the way you make love to me."

"Becca my love," Marsh looked deep into her eyes. "I certainly could and would make love with you. I don't want to just have sex with you. You mean way too much to me. Do you want to share here at the cabin, or would you like to go home and make love in our bed."

"You mean you don't mind waiting. It won't hurt you? Some of the guys I dated used to say if I didn't have sex with them, they would get sore and get "blue balls". I'm so embarrassed. I'm a thirty something year old woman, and I know almost nothing about sex with men."

Trish stood up slowly and Marsh's cock slipped out of her still hot pussy with a pop. She took Becca's hand and lifted her to her feet. "Becca I'm so jealous. Your man is the perfect man to teach you all you need to know, about sex. I've had sex, and been fucked by several hundred men. Marsh was the first to show me that sex has nothing to do with love. He and daddy are the only men that have truly made love to me. You don't ever have to go through the agony of just being a semen receptacle, baby. Marsh will never do that to you. And even if he's uncomfortable for a little while, I know Marsh will only do what's best for you."

"Thank you, Trish." Marsh said. "I'm going to take that as a compliment. I do love you, and I love your daughter as much as I know how, and it has nothing to do with sex. It's an encroachment into my soul, by the essence of what makes up Rebecca Andrews, and Patricia Turner. And sex has nothing to do with that."

"Let's go home and share some physical expression of that love."

Becca threw her arms around Marsh, and cried. "Oh Marsh! What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Marsh put his hand under Becca's chin and turned her face up so he could look into her eyes again. "You wandered into the slums, and got lost, sweetheart. I, for one, hope you never find your map or GPS, 'cause if you quit slumming, I'm toast."

"Marsh," Becca replied. "If I find my map, and it says I have to get out of this particular slum, I'm gonna burn the damn map. Do you think that Seeing Eye dog of yours can find us a way to get home?"

"Wolf, the lady wants to go home." Marsh put the quilts back inside the cabin and followed Trish and Becca down the trail to the foot bridge. Wolf led the way and the quartet was home just after it got fully dark.

The rest of the family was still down in the hot tub, so Trish, Becca, and Marsh went to the basement, showered and climbed into the hot water with them. Marsh had to be careful not to get a whole lot of water on the laceration on his shoulder. The conversation in the spa was friendly and diverse. Everyone was enjoying themselves.

After about a half hour Marsh suggested that he should probably head out to keep his wound mostly dry, and invited Becca to come up and put some Neosporin around the staples. Becca readily agreed to come up to the bedroom and take care of her main man.

Up in the bedroom Becca did spread a thin application of triple antibiotic ointment on Marsh's shoulder. Marsh turned around and took her in his arms. With one arm around Becca's waist, and one under her knees, Marsh picked her up and laid her on the bed, then lay down next to her.

His right arm went under her head, and his left hand stroked Becca's face. "I love you Rebecca Andrews." Marsh whispered. His lips gently brushed hers then connected in a tender kiss. The kiss gradually progressed to a passionate lip-lock with an extended tongue battle, and Marsh's left hand moved down Becca's side to cup her ass cheek.

Marsh's kisses began to move down to her neck, then to her breasts, where he started suckling on her nipples and brushing his tongue across the hard nubs, producing increasingly intense pleasure that radiated to Becca's warm wet pussy.

The fingers of Marsh's left hand slipped easily between the slick folds of Becca's now hot slit. He kissed his way down her smooth belly and stopped his descent between the tops of her thighs. Becca took in a sharp breath as Marsh's tongue slipped along her smooth pussy lips. From bottom to top, several times in rapid succession, skirting opposite sides of her clit with each tongue stroke, Marsh teased Becca. As her warm sweet juices began to overflow, Marsh lapped them up with pleasure.

Becca started to quiver. She had goose bumps from head to toe, and the muscles of her pussy began to convulse. Marsh captured Becca's clit between his lips and whipped his tongue across the firm, protruding tip. He buried two fingers in her hot love tunnel and strummed her G-spot, sending Becca into the stratosphere.

Becca's body stiffened, her back arched off the bed, and the moans turned to screams of pleasure, that Marsh estimated were probably heard in Bozeman, or maybe even Seattle. Everybody in the basement gym heard and the whole family got out of the spa and ran up the stairs with water dripping from wet bodies, to see if everything was OK. By the time the family arrived Becca was passed out on the bed and Marsh was licking the juices off his lips and fingers.

"Good Lord, Marsh, what the hell did you do to that girl?" Rick asked.

"Nothing I haven't done to everyone in the room with XX chromosomes," Marsh smiled. "And I'm not done yet. I want this girl to have something to remember me by if I'm late getting home tomorrow."

"Oh... My.... God!" Becca breathed. "How can I ever forget? I think you broke it."

"Give me just a couple of minute's baby doll. I'll fix it for you." Marsh whispered. As Marsh moved up the bed, he stopped long enough to kiss each of Becca's nipples. Sucking each one into his mouth and giving them a quick tongue lashing.

Trish crawled on the big bed, and aimed Marsh's throbbing cock at Becca's still virgin tight pussy. Fortunately Becca was sopping wet, and Marsh slipped his cock firmly in to bottom out deep in the warmth of her. Becca began to purr, again.

Marsh stopped at the deepest end of his stroke. "Y'all are welcome to watch or climb on this here bed and join us. I don't think either Becca or I is gonna last much longer." Marsh whispered between labored breaths. "God this is one HOT mama!"

Marsh started some short slow strokes, lifting just a little of his cock up from the depths of Becca's love tunnel. Gradually he lengthened his strokes till he was pulling out and leaving just the head in her. As the ridge of Marsh's glans stroked her G-spot, Becca started to cum again. This orgasm didn't want to end.

Becca's pussy muscles grabbed hold of Marsh's shaft, retaining the tip against her cervix. Marsh exploded like a Howitzer. Pulse after pulse of his hot white sperm plastered the depths of Becca's pussy and Marsh was spent. He was careful to fall beside the limp redhead, so as not to hurt her.

Marguarita, Jimmy and Rick left after they determined that no one was being killed in the bedroom. Trish lay beside Becca, recovering from an intense orgasm of her own. Sue and Jenni sat on the love seat, still shuttering in erotic bliss. Each had a couple of fingers still buried in their own pussy.

Sue sort of recovered enough to smile at Marsh and Becca. Becca was just coming out of the bliss induced coma Marsh had caused. "My God! Sue exclaimed. "I hope you two don't plan on doing that every night. Some of the people in Orlando may need to get some sleep."

Becca smiled weakly, "Every night would kill me in less than a week. But God my friend, what a way to die. Mama, do you think you could give me my bath now and put me to bed? I'm whupped.

Marsh smiled at Becca. "I think maybe we should all get in the shower, wash off the sweat, and see if we can make it back to bed, before we fall asleep. Do y'all think we can get friendly enough to sleep together in this here bed? I'd sure like to try."

The showers were quick, the drying process was fun but expedited, and five tired, happy, people fell asleep in a hurry.

List of Characters


Marshall (Edgar) Mitchel MD ER physician, Tactical Medicine Specialist

Wolf Marsh's Dog/partner/police canine

Becky (Bligh) Mitchel Marshall's former wife, killed in traffic accident

Elise Mitchel Marshall's 7 YO daughter, killed with Becky

Jose Martinez Drunk driver who killed Becky and Elise (deceased)

Tom Green MD Marshall's ED boss and college/med school friend

Ruthie Green wife of Tom Green, friend of Mitchel family

Lisa Cummings MD ED physician @ hospital Marsh worked at

Dr. Aitkins Trauma Doc @ So Cal Trauma Center

James (Jimmy) Turner MD Former Navy surgeon, Marsh's friend, Business man, Viet Nam Veteran

Elaine Turner Jimmy's wife (deceased)

Patricia (Trish) Turner Hotel manager, daughter of Jimmy Turner

Ellen (Turner) Jackson Jimmy's sister, Trish's mother, (deceased)

Henry Jackson Ellen's husband, Trish's "father" and rapist (deceased)

Rebecca Andrews Jimmy's Chief Pilot, Trish's daughter, Becky Mitchel's twin

Aka: Judy Monet alias used by Rebecca Andrews for undercover ops

Aka: Flaming Red Widow Maker nickname earned in mercenary underworld

Rick Jamison Information specialist, Turner Security

Paul Johnson San Bernardino County Deputy Sheriff, Marsh's friend/partner

Ralph Jones Co-Owner of Lexus and Ford dealerships

Helen Jones Co-Owner of Lexus and Ford dealerships

Dwayne Turner Brother of Jimmy, father of Jeni

Jennifer (Jenni) Turner Sister/niece of Jimmy, ER nurse from California, associate and friend of Marsh and Becky Mitchel

Marguarita (Mita) Rosario Marsh Mitchel's ranch manager, cook, housekeeper, "Mama"

Rosalea Rosario Marguarita's daughter, Marsh's "sister" new ranch manager

Morgan Barnett Marsh's mechanic

Marie Carter Housekeeper, Best Western, Turner Inn

Tina Alvarez Housekeeper, Best Western, Turner Inn

John Donnelly San Bernardino County Sheriff

Douglas (Doug) Sanders Retired Navy SEAL, Security Company Supervisor

Sydnie (Syd) Dillon Retired special forces, Security Company Supervisor

"Killer Doc" Nick name given to Marshall Mitchel by mercenaries

Suzie Blanchard Retired Special Forces sniper, Turner operative
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