Loading...Bobbie maneuvered carefully down the dirt road that was rapidly disappearing under the heavy snow fall. Old Ned Hoover had said he saw someone prowling around the bluffs at the back of her property. Sneaking back here at the beginning of what was forecast to be the worst snow storm of the year was not necessarily smart, but she was well prepared for weather and trouble.
Betsy her nearly antique but well maintained Jeep could climb through anything short of an ice age, was kept stocked with enough emergency supplies to handle a natural disaster and the weight of her .44 rode comfortably on her belt.
She wound her way through two switch backs and a hairpin on the old access road in disgust. It was probably the local teens deciding her back 40 was the best place for this years pot crop, and with the new state laws that meant they could seize any property used for drug production everyone had to keep close tabs on their property for fear of losing it.
She hadn’t spent an entire career flying all over the world taking wildlife photos to loose her retirement dream to kids growing pot. It wasn’t growing season yet, but last year they had started hauling in and hiding supplies on Mary Fords place in the middle of January.
Bobbie turned the last sharp curve and came out at the bottom of the rock bluffs. Parking in the shielding branches of a cedar thicket along side the dirt track she swung down from the Jeeps formidable height.
Just as she rounded the rear of the vehicle to begin checking around for signs of recent activity her cell phone went off. Damned modern technology! It didn’t do much good to hide the Jeep when that damned thing was chiming loud enough to echo off the bluff.
“Hello!”
“Hey Bobbie this is Jim Birch down at the bait shop in Green’s Valley.”
“Hey Jim! What’s the problem this time, not another Osprey I hope?”
“No, no, this time it’s a screech owl, one of the tourists hit it with a car last night up on Bakers hill and brought it down to Julie. We’ve had it in a box like you showed us since last night and it seems to be doing fine.”
“By fine do you mean capable of flying on home fine or just not bleeding and unconscious? Is it alert and combative or meek and timid?”
“Damned near took my hand off when I opened up the box to check on it this morning.”
“OK, that sounds good, did you notice any wing feathers missing and was there any blood at all, at any time?”
“No, never any blood and doesn’t seem to be missing any feathers. I would just have turned it loose but Julie said I needed to check with you first. I’d hate for you to have to come way out here in this weather if all is well though.”
“Well it sounds to me like it just got a mild concussion last night and has recovered on it’s own. This March snow storm has everyone and everything confused. Do you know the general area where it came from?”
“Yeah, she met him in that big bend right in front of George’s place. Want me to take him up there and release him?”
“Sure, go ahead and do that, but just to be safe take your welding gloves and a fishing net. I’ve had more than one look fine and then had to chase it after it couldn’t take off on its own. I’d rather do a good exam on it but in this weather I probably wouldn’t make it to you and if I did I’d be stuck there till the roads were cleared.”
“Don’t you worry one bit. I’ll set him free and if he doesn’t take wing immediately I’ll bring him back and take care of him till you can get here safely. You have too many others depending on you to get stuck out here in a snow storm.”
“Thanks Jim, you’re a big sweetie and let me know later this evening how it went.”
As she put her phone away Bobbie heard a tremendous crack followed by a female voice spewing expletives ending in a strangled cry and a loud thump. Out of the corner of her eye she saw and old oak stub on a shelf about halfway up the bluffs fall over then slide down the steep rocky incline lodging itself in a crevice.
Worried by the sound of a human voice preceding the event, she reached into the Jeep for her binoculars. What she saw made her even more worried. There was a backpack lying just above where the stub had lodged and it looked like an arm protruded from underneath the stub it’s self. She knew she had to get up there to help. It took fire and rescue over an hour to make it to her in good weather and now it would likely be days before anyone could come to her aid.
Bobbie jumped back into the Jeep and pulled it in as close as she could to the bottom of the bluff then hopped out and went around to the back. From her emergency supplies trunk she pulled rope, a grappling hook, her first aid backpack and reluctantly a light weight climbing harness. On second thought, not having any kind of litter or method of lowering a person, she grabbed a second heavier harness as well. Climbing was just about the worst possible thing she could do for her injured knees and she avoided it whenever possible but now she had no choice.
Walking to the bottom of the cliff, thinking as she went, she realized she could use the winch on the Jeep to get her up there if she had a heavy enough weight and made a very lucky throw.
Back to the tool box to grab a hammer and she was almost ready. She threaded the rope through the eye on the end of the grappling hook then tied the hammer to it. It made for a heavy and ungainly mess to throw but hopefully all those years of pitching horse shoes at summer picnics would pay off now.
It took three tries but she was finally able to get it up the bluff with enough force hook at the base of a small tree. She then began playing out the rope letting the weight of the hammer bounce the rope along down the bluff to the ground.
When she got the end of the rope back she attached it to the cable from the winch and pulled it backwards again till she had run the cable through the hook and back down to her. Now she could winch herself up and hopefully both of them back down.
Bobbie stuffed the remote for the winch in her pants pocket and took a moment to prepare herself. An incident with a charging rhino in Africa had ended her photography career and left her knees in such a shape that every step was painful. This climb was going to be sheer torture on her, even with the winch doing most of the work.
She stepped into the climbing harness, attached it to the cable and took several large deep breaths. Slinging the backpack over one shoulder she began winching herself up the bluff, bouncing off the rocks with her legs as she had to.
Reaching the top, she was relieved to see that the woman, who ever she was, had been very lucky. She was down in the crevice, unconscious, with one arm pinned by the section of tree trunk, but it hadn’t landed directly on her. The question now was how to get her out. That is when Bobbie discovered the second lucky thing, The section of old tree was hollow and so rotten it didn’t weigh nearly what you would think.
Using a young sapling she cut from the nearest ledge she pried the tree trunk up enough to take the weight off the woman’s arm then slid her out of the crevice as far as she could before levering the trunk over so that it slid on down the bluff. The mystery lady was wearing a gun! Bobbie removed it from her belt and stuffed it into the pack.
Doing an emergency exam on an injured human was unfamiliar but she was used to dealing with injured mammals and a human was more or less a large mammal after all. The arm was broken and she had a large knot on the side of her head. She also found lots of scrapes and bruises and a thin branch had pierced her leg at the ankle and run up under the skin like a giant splinter, but the head injury worried her the most. Thankfully there didn’t seem to be any spinal damage so while transport wasn’t going to be easy it shouldn’t do her any further injury.
Curiosity took reign for a moment and Bobbie rifled through the woman’s pockets and the backpack. When she came across the badge she nearly dropped it down the cliff. It seems she had an agent of the Department of the Interior and from the other identification she was assigned to deal with the protection of Native American sites.
Looking back up the bluff Bobbie realized that it was possible the small caves in these bluffs had been used in the ancient past. Why agent Carrie Brown had been out here at the beginning of a huge snow storm and hadn’t just approached her to ask for permission to check it out puzzled her, but answers would have to wait, for now.
After splinting the arm and maneuvering her into the heavier harness, Bobbie heaved a few times and managed to get the woman upright in her arms. She looked to the sky and hoped for the best as she stepped over the edge and began winching them down together.
About half way to the ground Carrie started to regain consciousness somewhat, moaning, squeezing Bobbie tightly around the ribs and humping against the thigh she was straddling . Up to this point Bobbie felt proud that she had managed to ignore the obvious beauty of her patient but when a beautiful woman is squeezing you, moaning, humping your leg and nuzzling the side of your neck it gets hard for poor Butch to concentrate. Thankfully she seemed to drift off again and didn’t interfere with their decent.
Reaching the bottom at last Bobbie was shocked to see the snow well over ankle deep and mounting. Several stressful minutes of struggling, with Carrie rousing on and off, alternately moaning and mumbling “Oh Yeah Baby!” and she was ensconced in the passenger seat wrapped in a sleeping bag. Bobbie was left trembling, panting and thinking it had been way too long since she heard someone moaning those words.
The trip back up the old access road to the top where her home and the clinic were went fairly well. She only slid sideways and nearly off an embankment once, it was a good thing her passenger was out of it and missed the whole adventure.
Upon arrival at the center she hit the garage door opener and backed into the clinic garage. She planned to put Carrie on the roll out bed she kept in the clinic instead of a bed in the main house. All her equipment was there and she was set up for video conferencing. Normally she would be conferencing with a Veterinarian while treating orphaned or injured wildlife but in this case she could use it to contact Dr. Potter in town.
As soon as she had Carrie in the clinic, laid out on the bed, she grabbed her phone and paused a moment to consider how this was going to go. She really dreaded having to do it but she had no choice.
Dr. Beverly Potter was the only other lesbian Bobbie knew of in the Tri-County area, not that there weren’t more of them around, they were just not very open about it, being open around here was not always safe. She would not have known about Beverly if it hadn’t been for the fact that she had started out to be her personal doctor. Beverly was a rather predatory Fem and once the sparks had started flying she’d had to find another doctor for her medical needs. It meant having to drive 2 hours for an appointment but ethics dictated that she do it.
Of course, Bev being Bev meant that it had taken her just about 3 months to chew Bobbie up and spit her back out, which was why this call was going to be very uncomfortable. The phone rang four times before she finally picked it up and Bobbie had to wonder if she had hesitated when she saw what the number was on the incoming call.
“Well, hello there Sugar. Decide to change your ways, come down off that mountain and enjoy being snowed in with me?”
“Sorry to bother you Bev but I’ve got an emergency on my hands here. Can you get online and conference with me?”
“Oh, I’ll web cam with you anytime Babe but I’m not going to be much good trying to help you treat one of those nasty beasts you hang out with.”
“Please, lets just not go there again, OK? It isn’t an animal, it’s a human, a woman actually, and a federal agent. She’s fallen about 30 feet down a bluff, is in and out of consciousness, has a broken arm and a large knot on the side of her head.”
“Federal? What in the world? Oh, never mind! Give me a minute to get the computer fired up I’ll be right with you. You did check her pupils didn’t you?”
“Yes, her pupils are equal, I don’t have any way to check her BP but pulse is normal too.”
“OK, I’ll get in the conference as soon as I can.”
“Thanks and I’ll call the sheriff while you are doing that.”
As she dialed the Sheriff’s office she moved the laptop over near the cot, set up the web cam so that it was focused on the patient, and opened the video conferencing software waiting to see Beverly pop up online.
“Henely County Sheriff’s Office can I help You?”
“Hey Martha this is Bobbie up at the wildlife center is Joe in or can you patch me through to him where ever he is right now?” There was a short pause as the call was transferred.
“Bobbie this is Joe. Please tell me you didn’t catch your trespassers and shoot them I don’t want to have to deal with that right now.”
“No Joe. I have something that may be worse. I have an officer down so to speak. When I went back to look for the trespassers a federal agent somehow managed to fall half way down the bluff. I’ve got her back to the center but she’s in and out of consciousness and there is no way I can get her out in a hurry.”
” Federal agent? No one has notified me of any kind of federal operations. Who the hell is it and who is she with?”
” Agent Carrie Brown Department of the Interior assigned to the protection of Native American sites according to the papers I found in her backpack.”
“Oh hell, not that mess again.”
” What mess Joe and who do we notify and how do we get her out of here?”
“Well there just isn’t going to be a way to get her out for days, trees are down across the State Highway for miles between you and civilization. This has to be the worst storm since ’93 and may end up being worse than that before it’s over. As for who to notify as soon as I can I’ll call the university and see what I can find out. They started the whole ruckus last time I am sure they are in on this one too.”
“What ruckus? I don’t understand. What does the university have to do with her being on my property?”
“Way back in the 70s a couple of university archeology students found a bunch of Native American sites up there. Most of them were on the State Wildlife Management Area land adjoining your place, but a few were on your land. There was all kinds of legal fighting over access rights and protection rules and it went through federal court for several years. It ended up that the sites had to be fenced a certain way and the tribe had to be granted access upon request. You should have several small areas with 12 foot high chain link topped with barbed wire up there.”
“Well, I’ve never seen them but with this much acreage it would be almost impossible to see everything. Why did no one ever tell me about it when I bought this place 3 years ago? I haven’t gotten any request for access from anyone either.”
“They probably just forgot about it. I don’t think that real estate agent was even born when it happened.”
Bobbie noticed Beverly in the video conference and cut Joe short. “Joe I’ve got to go, Bev is video conferencing with me to help treat her. Try and get rescue up here as soon as you can and yes, I know that could be a week from now.”
Bobbie made sure the speakers were activated and turned the mic on voice activation just in time to hear Bev let out a whistle. “My, my, you have a beauty on your hands there don’t you?”
The shrill whistle combined with Bev’s voice startled Chance, the one eyed barred owl Bobbie kept for educational seminars. Chance Hissed loudly and clacked his beak, mantling on his perch in the corner of the room. Bobbie tried to get him settled down. “Calm Chance, Calm now old boy.”
“Have you still got that demon owl? No wonder you are still single that thing is dangerous. You should have put him down years ago.”
Chance and the other animals in her life had been the major reason for their breakup. While Beverly was a doctor and had empathy for her human patients that empathy did not extend to animals. “He’s not dangerous Bev, he just didn’t like you because he was jealous or something. I take him to schools all the time and he has never hissed at the kids.”
Carrie picked that moment to open her eyes and nearly sit up on the cot, then fall back mumbling and moaning again bringing their attention back to the matter at hand.
Bobbie moved around to the side of the cot and tried to talk to her. ” Carrie? Carrie can you hear me?” All she got in return was a “Yes Sergeant!”
Bev took over at that point and began barking instructions “The first thing you are going to have to do is restrain her somehow so she doesn’t take your head off while we do this. Do you have any restraints big enough for a human? Oh, I know! Do you still have that bondage set I talked you into ordering but we never got to use?”
“I think so, it may be in the nightstand but I am not sure.”
“I bet you have never even opened the box. I swear you have to be the most prudish, straight laced Butch on the damn planet! Now go get it, get her restrained and her clothes cut off so we can get those wounds cleaned up and check out that arm.”
“Clothes cut off? Never mind, I’ll be right back.”
Bobbie hurried off to get the restraints, she knew she still had them. Four leopard patterned, Velcro closure, cuffs with 6 foot tethers attached. She’d just had to open the set after reading the warning label on the back of the box. “Do not use while driving or operating heavy machinery.” She had known then, without a doubt, that if people used such things while driving bulldozers often enough that they had felt the need to put a warning on the box she was way behind the times and definitely a prude.
Back in the clinic, holding a pair of bandage shears Bobbie was trying her best not to shake. She had been celibate for months and here she was looking down at one of the most beautiful women she’d seen anywhere. Petite, maybe 5’3″, mid thirties, muscular in a wiry, feminine kind of way, short black hair that shined in the glow of the exam lamp and when she roused up and opened those beautiful blue eyes it made Bobbies heart pound. If only she would stay conscious, her constant rousing and passing back out was bothering both Bobbie and the doctor.
“Come on Bobbie hurry up and get her clothes off, and while you are at it tell me what kind of drugs you keep on hand, with that ankle wound she is definitely going to need an antibiotic. I hope you are up for some minor surgery, you are probably going to have to cut that piece of tree out of her ankle.”
Bobbie cut both legs of her pants upwards from the ankle and when she pulled away the pieces a bright pink lace thong was revealed. After cutting away her black fatigue jacket and T-shirt she realized she was staring at a pink bra and thong set, both very frilly and lacy.
When she stepped out from in front of the web cam and Beverly got a look at the situation she whistled again. “Damn! Here I thought you were going to be up there enjoying being snowed in for a week of Butch bonding. I expected you to find boxers and a sports bra. You definitely do not have a Butch on your hands there! Now, lets get this done.”
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Carrie opened her eyes and tried to get them to focus. Her head felt like it was filled with a swarm of angry bees and she was so nauseous she feared she was going to throw up on herself. She was in just her bra, thong, a cast on her right arm and a bandage around one throbbing ankle.
Finally able to focus, she looked around the room and realized she must be in the wildlife clinic. She was on a cot in a room filled with counter tops and veterinary equipment. A large owl sat on a perch in the corner staring at her with it’s one eye and puffing it’s feathers out, an Opossum with a leg in a cast was in a large cage on the wall to the right and there were several neonatal style incubators on her left.
The entire wall in front of her was one big window covered with some kind of see through netting. She saw Bobbie come out from around the side of the building and head to one of the four big wire enclosures in a cleared area between the clinic and the woods. She was carrying two buckets, and let herself into the enclosure through a double door alcove.
The enclosure was filled with small trees and logs set up so that they resembled a sort of jungle gym and as soon as Bobbie entered young squirrels began to pour from nest boxes situated around the tops of the walls. Bobbie sat the buckets down and held her arms straight out to her sides as the squirrels jumped to her from limbs or ran up her legs. She was covered by a swirling gang of fuzzy tailed cyclones running around her body in all directions.
Carrie could almost hear her laughter as the squirrels realized she had brought food and began to bail off left and right. Some went into the right bucket to come back out with a nut, just to run off and begin to bury it. Others went into the bucket on the left to come out with chunks of fruit or vegetables and run off to find a good place to enjoy their prize. One squirrel smaller than the rest stayed with Bobbie and ran up to her neck burrowing and butting it’s head up under her chin looking for all the world like it was begging for affection.
Bobbie scratched it gently for a moment tucking her chin down close then reached into her pocket and came out with what looked like a 2 ounce baby bottle but the nipple was small and thin. The squirrel immediately flopped onto it’s back on her chest and began nursing on the bottle, holding it in it’s front paws and kicking at it with it’s back feet.
As soon as it was empty Bobbie pulled the bottle away and held the little guy by the scruff of the neck wiping his face with a tissue to rid him of his milk mustache. She then bent to reach into the the bucket and pull out a pecan. She presented it to her little friend and then sat him over on the roof of a nearby nest box. He stuffed the nut, easily half the size of his head, into his jaws and literally squirted into the nest box.
Carrie laid back on the cot and closed her eyes. She was not sure exactly how to handle this situation. She was supposed to be undercover investigating this woman not lying injured in her clinic. Oh, she knew by now that Bobbie was completely innocent and had no idea that there were Native American sites on her land or that they had been plundered recently and the artifacts sold on the black market but that didn’t change why she was here.
In fact, Bobbie Huskey had been investigated and watched on and off for the past 20 years by various government agencies. First there was suspicion because a bright up and coming young computer programmer had suddenly quit her job, sold everything she owned, and started traveling extensively abroad. They had determined that she had simply worked long hours, in windowless rooms, staring at computer screens, just long enough to build up the funds to be able to go into wildlife photography. Then, it seemed she had an uncanny knack for being able to get into countries and their deepest wildernesses when no one else could get the approval of the government. She had been into countries that were not friendly to the U.S. on many occasions and it landed her on a watch list.
Being watched had actually saved her when the accident had happened. Bobbie had been filming rhinos when an inexperienced member of the crew had set off a huge male rhino. It had charged and Bobbie had almost made the leap into the back of their fleeing film truck to safety, almost. The rhino had broken off the charge just as he reached the moving truck but slid sideways to slap the truck with it’s flank. Unfortunately Bobbie had been trying to jump into the truck and her lower body had been caught between moving truck and sliding rhino. Her pelvis had been broken and both of her knees had been badly dislocated. The State Department had quietly arranged for her to be flown out to a U.S. Military Hospital and then back to the U.S. for treatment.
The Securities and Exchange Commission had stepped in to investigate when during her rehab she had sold the large portfolio of tech stocks she had been amassing through the years. Her experience with the beginning of the computer age had given her the insight to invest well and she had cashed out millions of dollars worth of tech stocks. The tech bubble had burst within three months of her cashing out, so naturally they had to investigate and make sure nothing illegal had occurred.
Everyone had been interested when she had put out feelers and finally located a 6,437 plus acre tract in her home state. What in the world was one woman going to do with so much land? Environmental groups had been up in arms fearing she was going to clear cut and sell all the timber or begin drilling for gas and oil which was known to be found in the area.
It turned out that Bobbie had simply wanted to give back to the wild things that had made her a very rich woman. After all, it had been the photography that had paid for the stocks. She had set up a wildlife rehabilitation center, managed to limp through enough college classes and seminars to get it licensed by the state and then set up her estate so that when she died all the land would go to a nature conservancy and the wildlife center would be funded perpetually by a trust.
Truth be known, Carrie had a huge crush on Bobbie. A lot of the background info she had looked into was more from her own curiosity about the woman than any real need related to her investigation. Now, laying here in her clinic she secretly hoped she could get close to her during her stay, very close indeed.
Hearing Bobbie enter another room in the clinic Carrie decided to play opossum for a while and see what she was up to. She heard buckets banging and then water running, it sounded like she was cleaning up from preparing the squirrels meal.
Bobbie reentered the main clinic room carrying a small bottle and several syringes with little rubber nipples attached. Glancing over she saw Carrie was still out. Leaving her supplies by one of the incubators she walked over and pulled a sheet up over Carrie worried she would get cold in so little clothing. She would go and get her a T-shirt and sweat pants as soon as she finished with feedings.
Reaching into the incubator she pulled out a tiny, barely furred, creature the size of her thumb. Filling a syringe with one hand she proceeded to slowly feed the infant formula, stopping once to refill the syringe. These little guys could barely take 2 milliliters. After the baby had taken it’s milk replacer she wet a paper towel in warm water and began rubbing it briskly. Normally it’s mother would give it a good bath after it nursed but now Bobbie was it’s mother, thanks to the house cat that had found it’s mother’s nest in an old blue bird house. Of all the injured and orphaned creatures that went through her clinic and were released every year, house cats allowed to roam free were the most frequent cause of their plight.
Carrie sat up with a groan and startled her.
“It’s so tiny! What it is it?”
“Baby flying squirrel. They have to be fed every 2 hours around the clock and I am a little late with this feeding. So, how are you feeling? Going to stay awake this time?”
“My head feels like it will explode any minute, my arm and ankle are throbbing. What the hell happened?”
Bobbie replaced the flying squirrel in the incubator and pulled out one of it’s two siblings.
“Well, I’m not sure exactly why you were up on the bluff at the back of my property but I arrived just in time for you to somehow manage to break off an old dead tree and fall with it half way down the bluff. You landed in a crevice with it on top of you but I managed to get it off you and get you here. I’ve been teleconferencing with a doctor to treat you as best I can. As a matter of fact, she wanted to speak with you as soon as you came around. Let me finish with these little ones and I will get her back online for you. I also intended to run over to the house and get you some clothes as soon as I finished. Sorry about that but the little ones needed food first.”
Carrie suddenly realized she had no idea where her gun and badge were and began scanning around the room.
“It’s OK, your gun and badge are in your backpack, locked in my Jeep, in the garage. If it will make you feel better I will get them for you when I go for the clothes.”
“Thank you, I just feel strange without them.”
Bobbie smiled and turned around showing her other side and the .44 on her belt. “Oh, I understand, believe me. Living out here one never knows what is going to happen. I have a permit and carry from the time I put on my pants in the morning till I take them off at night, even then it’s just on the bedside table. Unfortunately this area has been hit hard by the prescription drug abuse boom and everyone knows there is an animal clinic up here. I think the main reason I haven’t been hit yet is that they are afraid of what kind of animals they may run into. I’ve considered posting a warning sign about skunks and rattle snakes for added security.”
Carrie laughed at the obvious joke and then smiled to herself when she noticed the tell tale bulge in the front of Bobbies pants. It seemed a pistol was not the only thing she was packing. She would just have to see if she couldn’t find an opportunity to get a closer look at that!
Bobbie finished up with feeding the last of the flying squirrels and moved over to the laptop. She hit the call button on the conferencing software and waited for Beverly to pick back up on her end.
When the web cam picked back up on her Beverly was half reclining on her sofa in satin pajamas with a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other. “Oh, I see our patient has finally managed to join the world of the conscious again. Hello Carrie, I am Dr. Potter how do you feel?”
As Carrie and the doctor began to converse Bobbie headed into the small kitchen off the treatment room and cleaned up the feeding syringes, placing the left over milk replacer in the small fridge for use at the next feeding. She pulled out her cell phone and set an alarm for 2 hours time and made a note to give Chance his mice then too. She went over to the main house getting Carrie a T-shirt and sweats then stopped by the garage and grabbed her backpack out of the Jeep.
As she came back into the room she over heard Beverly say with a laugh “Just remember she is shy you will have to take matters into your own hands or she will never make the first move, and if you get in the hot tub keep your legs up, I mean that ankle wound out of the water!”
Bobbie cleared her throat noisily, interrupting the other two women laughing. “Excuse me, somehow I don’t think I was supposed to hear that! Bev what the hell are you up to?”
“Just recommending a little treatment for the nurse as well as the patient Sugar, you’ve been up on that damned mountain alone for too long! Besides it’s dangerous for Miss Brown to sleep after her head injury and I can’t think of a better way to keep her awake for the next 12 hours can you? Now, be a nice little Butch and go get into your safe and get her one of those pain capsules I made you get filled for emergencies. She can have one every 6 hours and no alcohol allowed.”
Bobbie blushed, handed Carrie her backpack and the clothes then walked over, unlocked her office door and disappeared inside, hearing the two of them burst into laughter again. She stalked to the bar in her office, grabbed a glass and threw in a few ice cubes from the under counter fridge, then poured a healthy dose of rum for herself. Slamming about half of it down before reaching back into the fridge to retrieve a vitamin water for Carrie. Just as she reached the safe behind the door she heard Carrie yell from the treatment room.
“Bobbie! Can you help me out here?”
She rushed back into the room to see Carrie standing beside the cot holding on to the counter and swaying like she was going to hit the floor any minute.
“Hey now, easy does it there!” She came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her to steady her.
Carrie leaned back into her for a moment then sighed. “This is embarrassing but I can’t seem to get into these pants. How about you just hold me up while I put the shirt on then I need to find a bathroom.”
Bobbie held her around the waist steadying her enough that she could slip the oversized T-shirt over her head, then handed her the backpack and said “Here, let me. Just hold on tight.” She picked her up and cradled her in her arms as she strode through her office to the bathroom adjacent to it.
She sat Carrie back down on her feet in front of the sink where she could hold onto the counter. “You should be able to get around in here by holding the counter tops and the hand rails. I need hand rails myself sometimes. Let me know when you are done in here and I will help you get to a recliner in my office. When I have little ones like the flying squirrels I spend most of my time over here anyway.”
Bobbie left the door ajar slightly so she could hear if Carrie was in distress, went to the safe to get her something for pain and stopped by the bar to refill her rum, taking another good long drink. This could end up being a very stressful evening. Every time she touched Carrie now that she was conscious it seemed like the sparks flew and she wasn’t sure how smart getting involved with a federal agent that had been caught snooping around would be. She definitely wanted an explanation before she did anything other than lend a friendly helping hand.
She returned to the bathroom and knocked before entering. “Here is a vitamin water and a pain capsule, need anything else or are you ready for a ride to the recliner? We need to talk.”
Carrie took the drink and the pain capsule from her popping the capsule in her mouth and washing it down “I hope I keep this down. Every time I get dizzy I feel like I am going to heave.”
“How long has it been since you ate anything? If you could keep some soup or crackers down it might help.” Bobbie bent to scoop up the shorter woman again and kicked open the bathroom door carrying her into her office and sitting her down in one of two large leather recliners.
The office was not what one would expect. Two large leather recliners were in the center of the room, they swiveled as well as rocked and reclined allowing one to rotate around to view any of the 3 large flat screens. The bar took up the space between the entry and bathroom doors and the screens the other 3 walls. On a small table between the recliners was a small wireless keyboard, a strange looking trackball mouse, several remotes and a tablet computer. The keyboard and mouse operated the computer hooked to one of the flat screens, the tablet computer ran most of the basic environmental functions of the house and clinic.
Bobbie went to the bar and into the cabinets above it. Taking a large ceramic mug she dumped in a package of soup mix, filled the mug from the tap and popped it in the under cabinet microwave.
“Here you are lady, hot chicken soup, not as good as home made but a lot faster. Now, I would really like to know why you were on that bluff.”
Carrie blushed and seemed to squirm a bit in the chair. “Well, I have a confession to make. Umm let me start at the beginning. There are Native American sites on your land as well on the Wild Life Management Area adjacent to your land.”
Bobbie interrupted with ” I just found out about that today when I called the Sheriff to report your accident and try and find out what was going on. I looked through your identification and found out who you were and what department you were assigned to.”
Carrie continued “In the past two years there have been artifacts showing up on the black market that apparently came from this area. I was assigned to find out who was raiding the sites. I’ve been watching you and your land for several months on and off. You have been cleared in any wrong doing but we still need to find out who is doing it and stop them.”
“If I have been cleared why didn’t you just ask me for help? I mean… here let me show you something.”
Bobbie picked up the wireless keyboard and mouse from the table and booted up the computer. As soon as everything was loaded she opened her surveillance system software and began flipping through various cameras through out her property.
“See? I could have just added a few cameras to the system, some of these are nearly a mile from here, distance is no issue. You could have sat here in my office and done any and all surveillance without having to climb bluffs and endure the weather.”
Carrie blushed and looked very uncomfortable. “Ah, well, you see at first I was very curious about you and I spent a lot of time watching you. I knew about the cameras. I’ve been dodging them to keep from being caught. Then, I did a lot of background investigation and found out why you are doing what you are doing and about the accident. It began to, um, change from an official investigation to something more personal.”
Bobbie was taken aback by that. “Personal? What do you mean personal?”
Carrie promptly burst into tears. “I am so afraid I will lose my job over this but, but, I think I have fallen in love with you.”
Bobbie rocketed to her feet stunned by both the tears and the confession. She turned to Carrie and hit her knees before the recliner she was in, taking her in her arms and drawing her in for a hug. “Shhh, shhh don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
Carrie first nuzzled her face in Bobbie’s neck then shyly turned and kissed her. The kiss began as a gentle exploration but turned hot and passionate quickly. Bobbie groaned and slid her hands up under Carrie’s T-shirt and around to the back stroking up and down her back and sides as the kiss continued. It seemed a natural progression for her hands to then slide around to the front and cup Carrie’s breasts eliciting a moan from both of them.
Bobbie broke the kiss and looked very serious for a moment. “Are you sure about this? It’s not the concussion or the pain medication affecting you is it? I don’t want to take advantage.”
Carrie growled and pulled Bobbie back into another kiss. Her hands began to roam as well and pulled Bobbie’s polo shirt free of her jeans, journeying up inside to push the sports bra up and over her breasts leaving them free to be squeezed and stroked.
Bobbie broke free again just long enough to pull the T-shirt over Carrie’s head and pitch it away, then pull the frilly pink bra completely over her head as well and send it flying too.
Gasping at the sight she had revealed, she began teasing Carries right ear with her tongue and teeth then slid down her neck to her shoulder. Her hands went from gently stroking Carrie’s breasts to lightly squeezing them, then to cupping them while rubbing the nipples with her thumbs.
Carrie broke away this time to rip the polo and bra from Bobbie and fling them away, leaning forward slightly to take a rock hard nipple in her mouth swirling her tongue around it and applying gentle suction.
Bobbie moaned and pushed Carrie’s shoulders back into the recliner grabbing her hips and sliding her ass to the edge then attacking her breasts with her tongue, lightly nipping here and there around the gorgeous globes teasingly as she tried to slide the pink thong down with both hands. Grasping Carrie around the calves she thrust her legs up over her head as she ducked allowing her to pull the offending garment completely off her.
Her hands went back to Carrie’s breasts as her tongue went down to lazily circle her navel a few times as she scooted back a bit and settled in between Carrie’s thighs placing her legs over her shoulders. She planted gentle kisses down from navel to mound and then back and forth across between her pelvic bones making Carrie moan.
Carrie grabbed Bobbie by the head and pulled her face into her, humping and grinding trying anything to get her tongue exactly where she wanted it.
Bobbie grinned and chuckled, the vibrations making Carrie whimper and then buried her tongue inside her as deep as she could, reaching down with one hand to thrum her clit with her thumb. Carrie’s breathing stopped and she stiffened arching her back and flooding Bobbie with her juices as an orgasm washed over her.
Bobbie wasn’t about to let up now and replaced her tongue with two fingers curling them and searching for Carrie’s spot. Carrie arched again whimpering loudly and she knew she had found it. She sucked Carrie’s clit between her lips and began an ever intensifying dance around it with her tongue. It took only a few moments and Carrie was arching again flooding Bobbies hand and crying out in ecstasy. She slowed her ministrations allowing Carrie to come down easy, finally laying her head on Carrie’s stomach and moaning herself, but Carrie could tell that this moan was not one of pleasure but one of pain.
“What? Oh! Your knees! Get off of your knees, right now! Stand up you idiot!”
Bobbie struggled to her feet, flexing her legs and rocking up on the balls of her feet to stretch the muscles and tendons in her legs wincing slightly. ” Knees? What knees?”
Carrie pulled Bobbie to her wrapping her arms around her waist and laying her head against her stomach. “I don’t want you to ever hurt yourself. You have had enough pain, this is supposed to be all about pleasure.”
The close contact forced the base of Bobbie’s strap on against her clit and she groaned grinding her hips into Carrie and sighing. Carrie, feeling the bulge grind against her released Bobbie’s waist and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding both them and her boxers down her thighs. The silicone cock popped free and bobbed before Carrie’s face.
“Now it’s my turn to please you, just relax, enjoy and try not to fall over.” She leaned forward and ran her tongue playfully down the length of Bobbies cock taking the head between her lips.
Bobbie gasped loudly pulling away slightly “Uh, Uh, wait! I’ve, I’ve never, umm.. ”
“What? You’ve never had a blow job? Where in the world have you been hiding you poor deprived Butch?” Carrie pulled Bobbie back closer and wrapped her lips around her again sinking deep and grinding the base of the cock against Bobbie’s clit making her cry out and begin to thrust slightly.
Bobbie could not believe what was happening, she would never have thought that this could be so very erotic and sensual. Her knees were about to buckle now from the sheer pleasure over taking her. Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore she pulled back from Carrie and struggled free of her pants and boxers. “Turn around, on your knees in the chair, Please! Now!”
Carrie turned onto her knees in the chair, leaning up against the back of it and spreading her legs wide. Bobbie waded in close to her and entered her from behind in short quick strokes, wrapping her arms around Carrie’s chest and pulling her more upright in the chair. She then began toying with Carries nipples while slowly rocking the chair and thrusting her hips, sliding the cock up into her to the hilt again and again with ever increasing force.
The chair rocked faster and faster, both women moaning in unison as they built up both speed and passion. Bobbie knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer at this pace. She was rapidly approaching the edge so she moved one hand down to find Carrie’s clit with her finger flicking it in rhythm with the rocking of the chair and her hips. That pushed Carrie to her limit and she screamed out as her body began to spasm and she tightened up in the throes of passion, in turn driving the base of the cock harder into Bobbie sending her into spasms as well.
Both of them were there, frozen in pleasure as the door to the clinic that had been left ajar burst open and Chance flapped through swooping and diving at their heads, hissing and smacking Bobbie in back of the head with his closed talons.
“Damn it Chance! How the hell did you get out of your jesses again!” Carrie squealed and curled into a ball in the chair throwing her arms over her head for protection as Bobbie pulled out of her and chased the errant owl across the room. Grasping the big bird around both legs at the ankle Bobbie turned him upside down making him freeze immediately. All Bobbie could do was laugh at this point. “That is why Bev calls you a demon you jealous old owl! I swear, I am going to turn you into cat food one of these days!”
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Bobbie and Carrie sat at the dining table in the kitchen of the main house, the sheriff had called this morning to say that the roads should be cleared by noon and Bobbie had told him that they no longer needed the rescue squad, she would drive Carrie in to the hospital herself. It had been a glorious week of love making and exploration but now the mood had turned somber. They both knew their time together was coming to an end at least for now.
Bobbie cleared her throat nervously “I’m having several small cabins built this spring to house the new veterinarian and some full time assistants. I’m going to open this place up as a release site for the rest of the rehabilitators in the state as well as running the clinic. I think, with the artifacts thing and all it would be a good idea if I hired some on site security staff as well.”
Carrie sighed ” Yes, that would be good, if we add cameras to the areas they have been raiding we should catch them in no time. I’ll have to be heading back to Washington soon to report and finish up all the paper work. I am surprised I got to stay here as long as I did.”
“Well, I umm was wondering, I mean, I know a government job has great benefits and you probably get to spend a lot of time traveling around the country and stuff but, would you consider being my chief of security? I’ll be setting up a good insurance plan and 401k for all the new employees, you would get paid vacations and I can promise you lots of nice fringe benefits as well.”
Carrie looked up at Bobbie and smiled “Oh? Fringe benefits you say? Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know like a king sized bed always warm and full of creaky old Butch, a hot tub, lots of little animals to play with and one very jealous old owl. If I don’t turn him into cat food that is. But I do have to warn you, it is a very wild life I lead here!”