CSI: Shark-Infested Waters

He sat down on the couch beside her and gently peeled the hands away and examined the extent of her injuries. He wasn't accustomed to dealing with the emotions of the living, but he did the best he could.

Susie reached out and clung to him. He was her savior, a man that could keep her safe. Her arms grabbed him tightly, and once she embraced him the fear was released. It dripped from her eyes in the form of tears, and rolled down her face. Her body shook as she wept from the pain, the shame, and the humiliation of the attack. The attack that was delivered from a man she loved and trusted. But there was no more trust. There could never be again.

"There's significant hematoma around the right eye and cheek with localized swelling," he decided as her looked at Susie's face. "No immediate signs of bone damage. I see marks on the front of the neck, probably from a strangulation attempt."

"He tried to kill me," Susie acknowledged in a broken voice. "That bastard!'

"Try and keep calm," he said. "You'll be just fine."

He stood and took Nancy aside. "She'll be fine. It'll take a week for the swelling and bruising to subside. But her boyfriend continues to be a threat. I don't know what this guy might be capable of. He could have killed her tonight. She needs to get a VPO."

"VPO?" Nancy asked.

"Victim Protective Order, a legal document that will keep him away from her," he advised.

"And if he comes back?"

"He'll be arrested," Doc assured her. "He'll be sent where he belongs."

Susie overheard much of their conversation. "No, I can't make it without him."

"You won't make it with him," Dr. Robbins said as he returned to the couch beside her. "This shows what he's capable of. Please, you must keep him away."

"And how do I live?" the desperate young woman asked. "He pays half the bills. I have a lease. Tell me how I survive. Please, tell me that."

"I'll pay his half," Dr. Robbins reassured her in a moment of heartfelt sympathy. "Yes, I'll pay his half."

He looked over at Nancy, whose hands were on her face in a display of emotion that he'd never seen before. Tears filled her eyes and she mouthed him a thank-you from the bottom of her appreciative heart.

"Not all men are animals," he whispered under his breath.

"No, a few are angels, and you're the first angel I've met," Susie replied as she overheard his proclamation. "Thank you so much."

"I told you he's the best!" Nancy exclaimed as she joined the choir singing praise for him. "We both love you, Uncle Doc. You always have the answers."

Nancy announced a love borne of familiarity and relations. Susie's love was centered on his heroic entrance and promise of financial support. 

"I need to be going," Nancy announced. "Thanks again."

Uncle Doc kissed his adorable niece on the forehead. "I'll try and make time for us to have dinner or do something special."

She looked up at him and smiled. "You already have. I love her like a sister. Thanks so much for coming."

After Nancy left he felt awkward and tired. His black leather medical kit was beside the couch and he was grateful that its tools were unneeded. He walked into the kitchen, released a dozen ice cubes from an orange plastic tray, and wrapped them in a dish towel.

"You need to sleep," he told Susie in a firm doctor-patient tone as he handed her the improvised ice pack.

"How can I?" she asked. "He's out there and he's only one door-jarring kick away."

The weight of the Glock on his belt was a reminder of his protective potential. His heart went out to the beautiful young woman. He was accustomed to seeing them after it was too late. He realized that he'd have to stay if she was to get any sleep.

"I'll find a spot on the couch and cat-nap while you rest," he reassured her.

She watched as he sat down and occupied the extreme right side of the tan and burgundy flower print sofa. Once he was comfortable she sat down beside him. Both arms slipped around his shoulders as her legs stretched across the remaining length of the couch. 

"You should be lying down," he said.

"I'm perfect right where I am."

He understood her need to feel safe and secure after the violent attack. Doc wrapped his arms tightly around her slender form as she held the ice to her swollen eye. He instinctively lowered his face and kissed her forehead.

“Hey, bitch, open up!” a muffled voice shouted from behind the front door.

Susie's body tightened and her body curled up into a fetal position in fear. Doc gently moved out from under her and pulled the Glock automatic 9mm pistol from its holster as he did every week at the range and shot small holes in paper targets. He pulled back on the slide which forced back the hammer. When it was released a bullet was removed from the top of the magazine and chambered. There was a loud metallic click as the slide came to a sudden halt.

His hands visibly trembled. He'd never faced a living person armed with a loaded and primed weapon. It wasn't his style, and conflicted with the Hypocratic oath he'd taken to the contrary after graduating Med school. But as he thought of Susie and the fear that gripped her, anger steadied his hands and hardened his resolve to protect her using any means necessary.

“Hurry up, or I'll punch that other eye!” the voice threatened. “Open up, bitch!”

Doc unlocked the chain and deadbolt. When he heard the activity, he was ready, and quickly pushed his way into the apartment. His eyes enlarged when he focused on Doc and the drawn weapon, and he froze.

“I'm not your bitch, but I have half a mind to make you mine,” Doc told the stranger as he stared at him down the barrel of the pistol.

“Oh, like your grand-dad is going to save you from me?” the younger man said in disbelief as his eyes looked at her curled form. “We need to talk.”

“You have a tendency to talk with your hands, and she's heard more than enough. You'll be served with a VPO in the next few days and will be arrested if you're seen within 300 feet of her,” Doc explained. “I don't think I need to tell you what I'll do if I see you within 300 feet.”

The man looked at Susie a final time, turned, and left. From the hallway, as the door was closing, he made a final promise. “You're going to wish you shot me. It's not going to end this way.”

Doc secured the door and lowered the weapon. After the incident was over he visibly trembled. He'd never been in a situation like that before and it shook him to the core. Susie watched as Doc released the magazine and ejected the chambered cartridge. His finger pressed the trigger and released the cocked hammer. He returned the bullet to the magazine and the weapon to its holster. When he returned to the couch beside Susie her lovely face beamed with joy.

“Thank you so much!” she exclaimed. “If you hadn't of stayed…”

Her lips pressed against his and the tip of her tongue hesitantly pushed between his lips. Doc's mouth opened and their warm tongues eagerly entwined. The testosterone-charged incident left them both incredibly excited and adrenaline continued to pump through their veins. Their arms embraced and the kissing was deep and hard. The wet muscles moved inside each other's mouth, exploring and savoring the erotic contact.

She was less than half his age, and guilt tugged at his mind like a desperate beggar unwilling to let the wealthy pass by without contributing. But he cast guilt aside as the wealthy do the beggar and indulged himself in the moment. His hands moved to her front and he embraced both breasts through the clothing. When he did Susie sighed, and her back arched and pushed the firm swells more tightly against his palms. Doc squeezed on the glorious mounds and felt their soft warmth through the fabric that covered them. Her nipples hardened and throbbed beneath his rubbing fingers.

Their mouths parted and they looked at each other with smiles on faces reddened with passion. Her soft light green eyes shimmered with affection, and his showed the strength and compassion that he was fully capable of.

“Love me,” she pleaded for him in a voice that would not be denied. 

She saw the hesitation borne from guilt resulting from their difference in ages and she confronted it head-on. “We're two mature, consenting adults that have a common basic need that aches to be filled. We're only human.”

He glanced down at the wonderful breasts and was tempted by the sight. On impulse he grasped the bottom of her pullover T-shirt and lifted up. She raised her arms as he removed her top. Doc tossed the shirt aside and gazed down at the firm, creamy mounds and pink nipples. Her youthful flesh defied gravity and stood upright, and the pink tips swelled with pride and excitement. His penis stirred as he quickly grew aroused. She groaned as he gently filled his hands with the firm swells, fondling the incredibly soft flesh and hard nipples.

Doc had always been attracted to young women. When strolling down the strip his eyes were inexplicably drawn to the scantily clad eighteen year old daughters that ignored him, not the forty year old mature mothers that acknowledged him and smiled in greeting. He'd never revealed this to anyone because it seemed unnatural and embarrassing, even though he heard about such unions in the celebrity ranks all the time. His unfulfilled strong attraction to youth made this even sweeter and more arousing than it would have otherwise.

She pulled away from him and stood up. When Doc looked up at her she flashed him a sexy smile and reached her hand out. He grabbed it, and she led him to her bedroom.

As they stood at the foot of the bed her soft hands unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Doc slipped his arms from the sleeves and tossed it to the floor as her hands reached down and unfastened his belt. She pulled him forward and sat on the edge of the bed as she unbuckled and unzipped the dress slacks. Susie pushed them down to his knees and revealed the white underpants. Inside of them his swelling penis stirred restlessly and the front of the fabric bulged out.

Her fingers peeled the underpants down and revealed him. Her fingers gently wrapped around the base of his erection as her head leaned forward and she took him into her mouth. Doc softly groaned as he felt her hot, wet mouth embrace him. He quickly grew to a fully hardened state and throbbed against her tongue and cheeks. He moved his hands around her head and sifted his fingers through the long, silky brown hair.

Her head slowly moved forward and back and her luscious lips slid up and down his saliva-moistened penis. Her tongue teasingly glided over the smooth head and on the bottom of his shaft as delicate fingers caressed his hairy testes and squeezed on the base of his erection. Incredible sensations of tingling excitement raced through his mature form as he savored the surprising and decidedly wonderful feeling of her mouth devouring him. It had been years since anyone had performed such a beautiful, selfless act on him.