Message-ID: <7306eli$9801151858@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: Kathy 5 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <12b74965.34bcd01b@aol.com> To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" I-5 (230 lines) This is my first effort at posting on A.S.S.M. It is the first section of a book that runs 26 chapters. Whether or not the rest is posted depends on the reaction or lack of one to this effort. Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated. Contact me at morg105829@aol.com. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book II Chapter 5 Kathy was awakened by the sound of her door opening suddenly as Julie rushed into the room. "Honey, I just received terrible news! I got a call from a man at the hospital. Sam Jenkins has been admitted in critical condition. They don't expect him to live, and he's asking for you." Kathy leaped out of bed. "But that's impossible! He was here just a couple of hours ago!" "Kathy, Sam knew he was in trouble. He told me a little about it before he left. He paid me to keep you off duty. Do you want to go see him? You don't have to, you know. He's just another john." Kathy frowned. 'Sam, another john? Not in a million years!' She suddenly realized she had meant what she said a few hours ago. She *did* love him and had to go to him. She headed for the door. "Not so fast, Hon. You can't go out on the street like that!" Only then did Kathy realize that she was headed out the door stark naked. "But I don't have anything to wear! Sam asked me about clothes earlier today. I really don't have any." "I'll see what I can find. I'm sure we can get you something." Julie moved quickly. She was a very large woman, about five feet ten inches tall and weighing almost two hundred pounds. A few minutes later she came back with a dress over her arm. "It's not much, but I think it will do. You have a pair of shoes, and we found a raincoat that you can wear. Kathy quickly put on the dress. It was long enough, but was made for a woman at least twenty pounds heavier than she was. On her it hung like a tent. Julie looked her over. "I think we can make do with a belt and some safety pins. Let's try." A few minutes later, Kathy left the house and got into a taxi waiting at the curb. Arriving at the hos pital she asked at the reception desk for Sam Jenkins and received a very strange look from the woman behind the desk. After finding a note on her desk she asked, "Are you Katherine Smith?" "Yes, I am." "Mr. Jenkins is in a private room on the fifth floor. His doctor left word that you are to go to him as soon as you arrive. The nurse on duty will show you to his room." A few minutes later Kathy was shown into Sam's room. It was dark with only the night light burning along with a little light that spilled in from the hall. Quietly, she made her way to the bed and found Sam lying on his back peering in her direction. "Kathy, is that you?" "It's me, Sam." she whispered. "What's happened?" "I'm sorry to bother you like this, Kathy. I guess you knew something wasn't right when I saw you this afternoon. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go all gushy on you the way I did. The doctor told me I'm very sick, and won't be around much longer, but I didn't realize it would be this fast." He looked at her with love in his eyes. "Kathy, would you do me a tremendous favor?" he asked. "Of course, Sam. Anything." "Would you get in bed with me and just hold me? The staff won't know. I'm supposed to be left alone if you came. The doctor left word that you would keep an eye on me." Kathy hung up the shabby coat, slipped off her shoes and the dress and went towards the bed. Since she was wearing no underwear, she was again completely nude. Parting the covers she slipped into the bed beside him. His body felt cold. Sam was wearing only the standard short hospital gown that opened in the back. She nestled up to him and pulled him close to her body to warm him. His arms closed around her, and he kissed her lips and her hair. Reaching down she found his genitals and gently caressed them with her fingers. Sam sighed and murmured, "Kathy, you're wonderful. Can you just hold me where you're holding me now?" There was no sexual reaction from him, but his body seemed to warm from the close contact with hers. After she kissed him softly on the lips his eyes closed, and he slept. Awhile later, she was awakened by Sam's hand gripping hers tightly. He gasped, "Kathy, I love you!" His grip loosened, and she felt his body go limp. When he did, she pushed the emergency call button and leaped out of bed. As she quickly slipped into the old black dress, she heard staff rushing down the hallway towards them. A doctor came in and quickly examined the old man. "I'm afraid he's gone," he said, raising the sheet over Sam's head. Turning to Kathy he said, "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Smith. He was a wonderful gentleman. I don't know where we would be today if it hadn't been for all his support. I understand that you are his only living relative, so I imagine you will be making the necessary arrangements. Please accept our deepest sympathy in your loss." Kathy was stunned. She now realized why it had been so easy to see Sam after hours in his private room and why she had been allowed to stay. They thought she was his only relative! Just then another nurse came into the room. "Miss Smith, following Mr. Jenkins' instruc tions, we've contacted Attorney Ferguson at his home. We told him that you were here during Mr. Jenkins last hours. He asked if you could please wait for him here at the hospital. He is on his way." Kathy didn't know what to do. Just then a man entered the room and introduced himself as the senior duty hospital administrator. "Would you care to wait for Mr. Ferguson in the Administra tor's office? You look very pale, Miss Smith. Could I send down to the cafeteria for some food for you while you're waiting?" "Thank you so much. That would be very nice," she replied. They went down in the elevator to the Administrator's office and a few minutes later an orderly appeared carrying a tray which he put on the desk. Kathy suddenly realized she was starving. She hadn't eaten all day. It was all she could do to keep from appearing ravenous to the duty administrator who continued talking about the way the hospital had just lost its greatest benefac tor. Kathy was bewil dered: They couldn't be talking about the Sam she knew. He just existed on his pension and Kathy had always felt guilty. She thought he was spending more money with Julie for her time than he was spending on himself. 'What is going on?' she wondered. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. A well-dressed man came into the office and approached Kathy with his arms outstretched. When she rose from her chair, he folded her into them. "Kathy, it's so good to see you again. My deepest sympathies on your uncle's passing. I'm so glad you were able to be here during his last moments. How are you?" 'My uncle?' thought Kathy. 'I don't have an uncle. In fact I don't think I have any relatives at all. Who *is* this man?' "Kathy, I think the staff has everything under control as far as your late uncle is concerned. Since you just got into town and have no place to stay, why don't you come out to my house for the rest of the night. I know my wife, Belle, will be delighted to see you again, and she asked me specifically to extend the invitation. Will you come?" Kathy allowed herself to be led away. At the main entrance a big limousine was parked with its motor idling. When the driver saw them approach, he jumped out of the car and rushed around to open the door for them. She got in followed by Attorney Ferguson. As the limousine slowly moved away, Ferguson turned to face her. "Do you drink? No? Well, I think you need one anyway." He opened a compartment behind the front seat and poured a drink for Kathy and one for himself. "It's fine cognac. I think we both need it." Kathy took a sip. She had never had cognac before. In fact, she could count the number of drinks of liquor she had ever had on the fingers of one hand. Julie felt that drinking was very bad for Kathy's image. Some of the other girls drank heavily, and at least a few were alcoholics. Nevertheless, she found that the cognac warmed her insides. The lawyer continued, "I'm sorry about the charade in there. Sam said you could do it, and you pulled it off magnificently in spite of wearing a dress that looks like a Salvation Army reject. Sam loved you deeply. He said you would pass for a queen wearing rags. You know what? You just did! By the way, my name is Bob Ferguson, Kathy. As you've undoubtedly gathered, I'm Sam Jenkins' attorney. As far as we can find out, you are not related to Sam in any way. For that matter, neither is anyone else, so you are his sole beneficiary. But we'll discuss all that after the funeral." The car rolled up a winding driveway to a majestic home. The door opened and a matronly woman rushed out. Folding Kathy into her arms she said, "Welcome, Kathy. I've heard so much about you from Sam. I'm Belle Ferguson, Bob's wife. Bob, have Saunders bring Kathy's baggage up to the guest bedroom while we get acquainted for a few minutes. Good Heavens! It's nearly six o'clock. Kathy, would you like some breakfast while we talk." Turning back to her husband she said, "Bob, the poor dear hasn't even been to bed yet!" Bob Ferguson looked at Kathy and then looked at his wife in amused exasperation. "Honey, Kathy has no luggage. What she has, she's wearing, and it isn't much. Kathy, our daughter, Sandy is about your size. Although most of her clothes are with her at school, I think there may still be a few things around. Belle, would you mind taking a look?" Kathy followed Bob up the stairway into a beautiful bedroom with its own private bath. A few moments later, Belle entered the room. "All I could find were some tennis outfits. Would you mind, Kathy?" "Of course not," said Kathy, hugging the old raincoat around her, "I'm sure whatever you find will be just fine." Kathy took the garments from the woman and the couple left the room, closing the door after them. Since Belle had suggested that Kathy might want to freshen up a bit first, she went into the bathroom and found the Fergusons were equipped for unexpected guests. In the medicine cabinet Kathy found a new toothbrush, toothpaste and all of the other cleansing essentials. Stripping off the coat and dress she flung them back into the bedroom. After brushing her teeth she luxuriated in the shower. She hadn't felt so good in years in spite of her lack of sleep. Returning to the bedroom she hung the coat and dress in the closet and picked up the tennis outfit. 'Uh, oh,' she thought. 'I have no underwear. But I guess it's better than walking around the house naked. This isn't that kind of house.' She slipped on a pair of shorts and put on the tennis top. Looking at herself in the mirror a good one, for a change she examined herself critically. The shorts looked great with her long legs. The top fit all right but her nipples protruded. 'Oh, well, they feature underwear that isn't supposed to show lines. Mine is just extra good.' She found the Fergusons in the breakfast room. In spite of the early hour, the cook was about to serve. Belle commented on how beautiful Kathy looked, making no comment about her underwear or lack of it. Following breakfast, Bob asked her to join him in his study. "Please sit down, Kathy. There are some things I have to talk to you about. First, you are now a very rich young woman. Sam had a great deal of money. Over the last few years I think he saw the end was near, so he liquefied his estate. Now it's composed almost entirely of cash and marketable securities. I don't expect any problems with its valuation or the probate of it." Ferguson smiled warmly and continued, "Kathy, Sam asked me to look after you. I hope you will allow me to. Incidentally, I am more than amply taken care of. Sam also made some specific bequests. For example, the hospital where we were tonight will receive a very pleasant surprise. I know a bit about your background, but I'm the only one who does. Belle thinks you are Sam's niece and she knows you are his only heir. It might be a good idea if you let her take you clothes shopping later today. "Incidentally, I have one very confidential telephone call to make to a woman named Julie, who I believe you know. I'll be making the call very soon. I would like to drive you over there to clean out your room, if its all right with you. And I think it would be much better to go in my car rather than having Saunders drive us, don't you?" Kathy's head was spinning. She didn't know what to say and wasn't in any condition to say anything. She just nodded at his comments. "I think I need some sleep," Kathy said finally. She went up the stairs and into her room. Stripping off her clothes, she crawled into bed and was almost immediately asleep. She was awakened in the late afternoon by a knock on her door. "It's me," Bob Ferguson said. "Do you feel like taking a ride?" "Give me five minutes, please, Mr. Ferguson, and I'll be right with you." Kathy raced into the bathroom, took a quick shower and put on the tennis outfit again. Taking the old coat out of the closet, she carried it over her arm. Ferguson was in the hallway waiting for her as she descended the stairs. "Good thinking. Tennis shorts would be a little out of place where we're going." They went out and got into Ferguson's car, an inconspicuous Chevrolet Cavalier. "I thought that this car would be a bit less obtrusive," he said. They arrived at Julie's. Kathy had noted that Ferguson needed no directions to get there. It was just as well because she left the house so seldom, she wasn't sure she could have found it herself. He waited in the car while Kathy went into the house. The first person she saw was Julie who gathered her into her arms. "I heard about Sam, Hon. I'm very sorry. Mr. Ferguson tells me we're losing you, and I feel badly. Badly for me, not for you. You're much too good for this business. Kathy, I truly love you. I don't know how you do it. It's a dirty business, but somehow you always stayed clean. We'll miss you. Now, is there anything you want to take with you?" "I would like to check my room, please, Julie." She went upstairs and entered the room in which she had spent so much time. She took the little bottle of Chanel and the new Bible that Sam had given her the day he died. There was nothing else worth taking. When she went back downstairs, Julie was waiting with a fat brown envelope. "This is money for you, Kathy. You may not want it or need it, but you certainly earned it. I'll miss you." A couple of the other girls came in and said goodbye. Then Kathy opened the door and went back to the car. 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