Crazy time in my life

Dear Readers,

I’m sorry I haven’t blogged much since October. I’ve been working 16 plus hours for my brother at his restaurant. My commute there is an hour there and than an hour back home after a long day.

Things have been a little crazy over the past few weeks due to the fact that my brother broke his one leg in 18 pieces (between two bones in the calf of his leg) and ruptured a muscle in the other leg in a skiing accident 16 days ago. He hasn’t been able to come to the restaurant due to having surgery in both legs. He’s doing better than what he has been doing, thankfully, and that it was only his leg not his neck.

The entire staff has been stepping up in their work. They come in earlier and stay later in order to complete all their work, they work harder and work better. A few times I had to physically separate some of the male staff because of the long days, stress of NOT having my brother here and some lack of sleep, their tempers went flying. A few times I was on top of it while I was in the office because the office is connected to the kitchen and I can hear everything that happens in the kitchen. The other times, I heard yelling that wasn’t normal so I had to go running from the dining room into the kitchen to see a few guys in each other’s faces ready to start a fist fight because of their exhaustion.

                Twice, I had to haul a few guys outside behind the building because they wouldn’t listen to anyone else but me. I screamed at them that fighting does NOT help my brother, does NOT help me NOR does it help the restaurant succeed. I told them that if they want to keep their jobs while I’m in charge, they need to sit down, shut up and work; they can bring their anger out later when they’re at the bar drinking and fight there. I don’t have the time for childish behavior like that because I’m constantly between the hospital where my brother was, the restaurant, running errands and sleeping when I could.

                My brother finally came to work on Tuesday but it was only for a few hours. Everyone who was there saw, for a rare second, the love and respect that my brother and I have for each other. We get along very well but when we work together for more than 4 hours, it can get a little hairy because we both have short tempers, get annoyed easily and blow up on each other at least twice a day; he threatens to fire me and I threaten to walk out with ¾ of the staff.

                He came in for a full day for Christmas Eve and I was super worried because of how he’d hold up. My sister in law and I both wanted him to come in for the afternoon into the evening because we knew he would get easily frustrated with the fact that he’s stuck in a wheelchair. He pulled through but left for a few hours so he could go home, relax, take a nap and come back refreshed for the Feast of the Seven Fishes that we were offering; we’re Italian and the restaurant is an Italian restaurant.

                At the end of the night, I gave one of the guys a very expensive bottle of wine for Christmas that he could share with his wife. That killed me a little bit inside because I care for him very deeply but I’m NOT the type to interfere with a happily married man who adores and loves his wife. He thanked me and gave me a hug, wishing me a Merry Christmas.

                Yesterday was a good break from working such long days and I was able to sleep in until 9 am. From the time I woke up to the time I went to bed at 1 am, I was nonstop since my parents and I had family over to celebrate Christmas. We enjoyed ourselves and had a good time.

                Today, I’ve been at the restaurant since 8 am and I’m here until 11:30 pm. I’m tired of these long days but at the same time, I’m grateful that my brother is getting a break and getting some sleep that he desperately needed. The last time he had a break was when he and my sister in law went on their honeymoon for two weeks out of the country.

                Just hope that my brother recovers quickly so he can return full time.

A murder mystery part 3

Not even 30 hours after calling this situation in to my boss and the morgue, I received a call to inform me that the server’s death was caused by a brain aneurism that exploded while he was in the walk in. What does that mean? He had a brain aneurism that reacted to the severe cold in the freezer and it exploded; that’s what caused his brain to malfunction and his inability to open the door. The manner of death was that he was frozen due to the aneurism causing the inability to move despite still having brain function.

I called my friend in the Health Inspection Department to set up an appointment later in the day with him. After getting off the phone with him, I call my brother to let him know so he’s at the restaurant for the appointment.

The day flies by with cleaning my and Vince’s apartment and then running to the restaurant to organize the place and get paperwork printed out and ready. I have the previous invoices of what my brother has in both walk ins plus new invoices of what will be shipped over once he’s got the green light from the Health Inspection Department.

Since we’re still early, I ask my brother’s second in command to prep the heavy duty cleaners with the supplies I’ve brought over; including the heavy duty rubber gloves, long rubbery plastic apron and the face mask – which kinda looks like a dust/allergy mask but it’s specialized to work with these heavy chemicals.

Just before he starts opening the containers, my friend from the Health Inspection Department comes in. We catch up for a few minutes as we wait for my brother and Vince to come on over. As I explain what happened, I show him the crime scene pics I took plus the pics that the CSI team too, as well as the sketch I did of the crime scene. My friend was happy with my thoroughness and he said that whenever I was ready, I could get started with the cleaning.

At this point, he didn’t realize I was pregnant so I explained that I talked to my brother’s second in command and he was able to start. My friend said that I could let him know to start once Vince, my friend and I left.

While he started in the corner, other staff members started throwing things out from both walk ins to be thrown out. It was a shame to waste all that food but with the health codes, we have to follow the rules and provide the best for our customers. My friend from the Health Inspection Department found Vince and me in the dining area with some paperwork for me to sign off to say that we tossed the contaminated food, bought more, cleaned and followed the laws in order to reopen the restaurant. Vince was looking over my shoulder as I was signing and reading everything quickly. He was surprised how fast I was reading and signing off on the paperwork.

“Babe. Aren’t you going to read everything before you sign everything? It’s like you’re signing your life away!!”

“Didn’t you know that I’m an attorney as well?”

“Um, no.
“Hmmmm. Thought I told you. Guess I didn’t, then!”

“Ok, so you’re the assistant chief of police, freelance employee of the FD, own and run a new business, help your brother out monetarily when he needs it AND you’re a lawyer? When the fuck do you have time to sleep?”

“You know I’m NOT leaving the PD anytime soon, I temporarily left the FD, I own the business but my former coworker is stepping in to help maintain it and make sure that my rules are being followed, my brother goes to my accountant with a list and if what he’s looking for is under a certain limit, he’s fine but if he requests more funds than that limit, the accountant reaches me to double check even though 95% of the time I ok it and yes; I’m an attorney, I have a current license to practice the law but I’m not representing anyone nor do I chose to.”

“Is that something that the Don wanted you to do? Go to law school?”

“He wanted me to earn a doctorate in Criminal Justice and I did but once we realized how well I was doing with classes and my ability to finish the classes before the semester was half way over, I asked his permission to go to Columbia Law School and he did; he also paid for it. When I completed law school and sat for the bar exam, I followed his consigliere as I waited for my results.”

“What’s a consigliere? Or do I not want to know?”

“It’s a lawyer meets counselor. Like if the Don wants to do something, I would advise him of what the outcomes would be and suggest something else. It got to the point where he’d come to me in regards of turning his family activities into legal practices instead of illegal things.”

“Speaking of the Don and the cardinal…..how are they doing?”

“Well, the cardinal retired and is now getting used to normal clothes. The Don has disbanded the family and the ones who remained breaking the law are now in prison and the ones that were now legal, turned themselves in; some earned some time and others didn’t due to their lack of activity in the family.”

“I know you said something about his personal money after he disbanded the family. What happens to it?”

“Little goes to his wife’s estate for upkeep, just enough to pay for college for his children; they’d have to work to earn an income during college, a good portion goes to charity and the rest goes to me.”

“How much goes to you?”

“35% goes to me, 50% goes to charity, 5% to the wife’s estate  and the remaining 10% goes to the kids’ college funds. Although he misses his wife but glad she’s no longer suffering, he still wants her vacant family home to be maintained and turned into some type of a learning center like a museum or an education after school program that tutors kids and provides meals to the kids year round….the planning board said that if it’s going to be an educational after school program, part of the charity will also send home food to those kids’ families that need the food. The board also wants it to be opened year round so the kids will have a safe place to go to and have positive role models and have access to food!”

A murder mystery part 2

It didn’t take Vince and I too long to get to the restaurant and entered through the back entrance. As soon as we entered, we put on little paper booties, latex gloves and a paper hairnet to prevent contaminating the crime scene. I tell the staff to shut down due to an air conditioning problem and to go out the front. My brother locked up behind them and put signs on the doors stating that they’d be closed for the day.

I head to the walk in freezer to where the server was, supposedly having his wanker in his hand. Well, the server was there but he was fully clothed and frozen solid.

I mapped the crime scene in sketches and then photographed the area. I called my boss to let him know what happened at the restaurant and that in my search the manner of death was accidental since the server was found frozen in the walk in freezer and his hand was on the handle to open the door but unsure of the cause; told him that I thought it could’ve been an aneurysm but the autopsy would show it.

After I hung up, I spoke with my brother and told him my findings. I mentioned that I’d pay for cleaning of the walk in freezer AND fridge; as well as reimbursement for the last food and supplies purchases in both walk ins plus replacements that he'd order.

“Dude, that’s well over $4,500,000!! Are you sure that you want to do that?” my brother asked.

“Dear brother. It’s not your fault that this guy died in your walk in freezer. You’ve helped me out countless amounts of times and it’s my turn to take care of you. It’ll be more than enough to cover everything plus losses for the next few days.” I said.

“You’re my kid sister. I hate the fact that you’re taking care of me; it should be the other way around. You’ve been lucky from doing your security jobs that made you become co heirs of those same companies to having a job with the FD, the PD and with your new company. We both know that you don’t have a brain for business but somehow you’re making it all work. Because of you I have 4 restaurants!”

As we were talking, the CSI team and my boss came to photograph everything and clean up. It took a number of hours. In the early hours of the morning, the morgue was able to pick the server up and take him back to perform the autopsy. We’d be getting the results within 36 hours. Normally we’d have the toxicology reports in a week but since we need to get my brother’s main restaurant back open……Hoping nothing gets missed in the reports.

A murder mystery part 1

We made love for the next couple of hours and then just laid in bed for a bit. As I rolled over to my side, I felt Vince curl up behind me. He reaches around me and starts massaging my tits; knowing that they’re sensitive and hurt already. I get turned on yet again and so does he. I can feel his cock get harder by the second.

“Babe?” he asked.
“Yeah?”

“How sore are you? I want you again,” he said.

“Pretty damn sore,” I said. “Are you wanting to eat me or are you gonna screw me?”
“Considering that I ate you not too long ago and you ripped out some of my hair, I just want to screw you,” he said as he winked at me.

“Nothing too crazy, baby,” I said. “I still want to be able to walk into the kitchen and make you some dinner!”

“I’m gonna have dinner now,” he said as he gently thrust his hard cock into my sore, wet pussy. “After dinner, I’m gonna eat dessert!”

He rolled onto his back, leaving me on top. I slowly slide up and down his cock to tease him. Thankfully, I’m tiny and a spinner, I spun around into a reverse cowgirl and rode him like hell!! As I slide down his powerful cock, he slides out from underneath me and now has me leaning over the bed with his cock still in my pussy. He gently thrusts a few times and shoots baby batter into me; after a few minutes, he shutters and is done.

We flop on the bed to catch our breath. I grab his hand and feel happy that I’m finally with someone that loves me.

“I need to shower and go to the office. Want you to join me?” I asked.

“Sure. It’ll be fun to see where you’ve been playing hooky from!” he said.

“Not like it was on purpose, bub!! There was the appy followed by Giuseppe and Paolo and then you getting me pregnant. And no, we won’t have sex in the office. Well, maybe if there’s only us in the office and no one else is around!” I said. “Plus we don’t wanna scare anyone with you making me scream!”
Vince chuckled and agreed with me. We hopped in the shower, got dressed and ate. Just before we left, I received a phone call from my brother.

“Hey, yo, Deppgrl. When can you get here? I need you here ASAP. Some crazy shit happened here and I want you here before the clowns come tromping through here causing an even bigger mess.”
“Seriously, ese?? Ugh. Ok. Vin and I will be there soon. Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong now or are you gonna surprise me for when I walk in?”

“One of my servers is dead; found him in the walk in freezer with his prick in his hand!” he said and then hangs up on me.

“Hey, Vin. Grab my big ass bag from the floor of my closet. You’re gonna have to carry it for me. We need to get to the restaurant and fast,” I said.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“One of my brother’s employees was found dead and I gotta go take care of it before anyone else gets there. I’m the only one my brother trusts to be the first on the scene!” I said.

“Got any of those airplane vomit bags?” he asked.

“I got everything in the bag, even the utility sized vomit bags. If you’ve got a weak stomach, stay in the office. If you wanna see how I work, follow my lead and do as I say. Got it?”

“Got it,” he said.

“Then let’s hoof it over!”

Public sex

I was in complete shock with my conversation with Giuseppe that poor Vince had to guide me back to the apartment. I shared with him what the conversation was about and he was as shocked as I was. I was grateful that Giuseppe entrusted me with that money and to do the right thing. He knew what I did in the community and for the community.

Once inside the apartment, we had lunch and a quick nap. After getting up, we talked about getting a larger apartment. We figured that I have the money to buy two entire buildings anywhere in the city, so we thought we’d do that but unsure of a few buildings. I’m sure for a number of cheesecakes, the guys from the FD and the PD would help us move. So I called my brother to prep a shit load of cheesecakes and then we headed more towards Manhattan and found a few but both of us were picky.

I tend to solve shit over food. You gotta trust food; it’ll always give you the answer!! So I dragged Vince over to Bubba Gump. He had never gone before!! If I’m not at my brother’s restaurant, I’m at Bubba Gump.  Since I’m there often, we got seated right away and we were given my usual appetizers. The Cajun shrimp, the shrimp gumbo and shrimp macaroni and cheese. I asked the server to bring milk over and explained that my hubby doesn’t do spicy as well as I do.

We order a bit of everything and I swear Vince is sweating bullets moments into eating the appetizers so the staff ends up leaving a few gallons of milk at the table for us. Vince can’t handle the heat and I’m craving it even more now that I’m pregnant. During dinner, I was craving sucking my husband’s cock but I knew I had to wait for a few hours and brush my teeth a shit load of times. See, I normally don’t like to suck cock but my hormones are driving me nuts at the moment. I catch Vince’s eyes and slowly suck on my straw so he gets the hint. He gets the hint and lets out a low moan and curses.

“I want you so badly right now,” Vince said. “You have NO idea what you do to me. I crave you every day. I need to see you, touch you, be with you and be in you daily.”

“Give me two minutes then follow me to the ladies room,” I said, hatching a plan in mind.

“What? Are you crazy?” Vince asked me.

“I’d be crazy to pass up an opportunity to be fucked in a public place,” I said. “Life’s an adventure!!”

I grabbed my purse and away I went. I didn’t even bother looking back. I was only 75% sure that he’d follow behind me. I cleared the women out of the bathroom and locked the door. My phone chirped and I read the text; Vince was on the other side and ready to have sex with me. I open the door; he comes in and immediately locks the door. We’re ripping each other’s clothes off and at each other’s bodies in seconds.
Vince leaned me over a sink and entered my dripping pussy from behind. In a matter of seconds, he has me screaming his name as I orgasm. Seconds later, he reaches around and grabs my tits.

“Oh gawd, Vince. It feels so good when you squeeze my tits as you fuck me,” I said as I was moaning in pleasure again.

“I love your sensitive tits,” Vince pants as he’s pumping into me. “Every chance I get, I’m gonna get you pregnant!”

We orgasm together and I can feel him shoot baby batter into me as he’s thrusting deep inside me. After a few minutes, he shutters and he’s done. He pulls out of me and guides me against the door. He slides me up so he can ram his still hard cock into my sore and dripping pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist.

He starts to flick one nipple as he’s sucking on my other tit. Next thing I know, Vince unwrapped my legs from his waist and place both of them over his shoulder. Oh. My. God. G-spot alert! G-spot alert! G-spot alert!

He pumps slow and deep as I begin to scream his name; he begins to pumps into me faster and faster and as hard as he could. My pussy is dripping so much there’s a puddle underneath me. A few minutes go by, we orgasm together again. He takes his sweet time shooting baby batter into me; once he’s done, he shutters shooting the last of his baby batter into me and gently pulls out of me.

Once we catch our breath, he helps me off his shoulders. I’m glad that I’m still wearing my stilettos. I throw my skirt and my blouse on and shove my thongs into my purse. My hair’s a mess……the kind of mess that says: “I fucked my husband twice in a public place and he rocked my world twice!”.

He’s dressed and we try to discretely leave the ladies room but once we leave, there’s a loud round of applause, cheering and cat calls. One person was demanding to speak to the owner. The server pointed to me and said that I was the owner. Vince looked at me in surprise and I mouthed “Sorry!” and the complaining patron asked for the police. The server yet again pointed to me and said that I was the assistant chief of police. I decided to go over to the complaining patron to smooth some shit out.

“I’m sorry that the wild, crazy sex that my husband and I just had in my restaurant bothered you so much. The last time we had crazy sex like that in the building I own, the neighbor called my own SWAT team on me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have 15 men look at you in lust mid sex with your smoking hot but yet older husband is shooting hot baby batter deep into your already occupied womb?” I said sweetly and with a Cheshire cat grin. “You and your family’s meal will be on me and your server will make sure that you have a $10,000 gift card waiting for you when you’re ready to leave. I believe that should be adequate, don’t you think? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I feel my husband’s cum dripping down my leg so it’s time for him to fill me up again! It’s a shame that I’m pregnant already because if I wasn’t, he would’ve knocked me up just now!”

The woman’s jaw dropped and no one in her party could say a thing. As I waved goodbye, I told her that I wished her husband learned a thing or two from mine. He winked at me and said he did!! I laughed as the wife turned beet red in embarrassment. As we left, we got another round of applause, loud cheering and few cat calls.

Once we were outside, we were laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces. We were able to stop laughing once we got back inside the apartment. I went into the room and stripped; leaving my stilettos on. I looked in the mirror and I admire my 3 month baby bump. Vince walks in and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around me, rubbing our baby.

“You’re so fucking hot with our baby, my love. Your tits are getting bigger and heavier,” he said as he reached up with one hand to massage one of my tits. “We’re going to have to stock up on baby formula, dear!”
“I think you love me for the baby bump and my bigger tits,” I said jokingly around. “Why do have to stock up on baby formula?”

“Once you evict the baby out in 6 more months, I’m gonna suck your tits dry as I fill your womb up with more baby batter. Every time you give birth to one of our children, I’m gonna keep sucking you dry and keep you pregnant. There’s nothing more than I want than to have you as the mother to my kids,” Vince said. “You’re a beautiful woman but you’re even more beautiful when I have you pregnant.”

“You can keep fucking me and getting me pregnant as long as you want to,” I said. “But for now, we can practice!”

Slow days are good

As the days go by, I see both Paolo and Giuseppe every day. I miss having these men being active and constantly calling and swinging by to visit me wherever I was at the moment (and me visiting them wherever they were). I am relieved that they are behaving themselves as they rest and recover. Giuseppe’s broken leg takes a little extra time to heal because of his older age. He can use crutches pretty well but he gets tired fast and is more comfortable in a wheel chair.

The both of them are being well taken care of; they’re eating better and gaining some well needed weight and now taking their medications regularly. Since Paolo was a priest with the local parish, he didn’t really have any family other than the rest of the priests. Giuseppe’s wife died a number of years ago so it was just him and his two kids; plus the mafia family.

Eventually, I had a chance to speak with Giuseppe alone. I wanted to discuss with him about him stepping down from the mafia and allowing the family to disperse. At first, he was adamant against it. But after taking some time to discuss it and recap of how we got to the ER, the broken leg, etc. He saw where I was coming from and promised me that he’d talk it over with the rest of his family; both blood and mafia families. I gave him a hug and told him that I’d return the next day to check on him. Before I got to the door, he gave me some shocking news.

“Um, Deppgrl? There’s something that I need to share with you before you go.  I think you should sit down before I tell you,” Giuseppe said.

“What’s up, Giuseppe?” I asked as I was yawning.

“This won’t take too long. You’re pregnant, tired and you haven’t seen your honey because of being with me all the time, but I promise it’s worth it,” he said.

“Okaaaaaaaaaaaay’” I replied.

“You know that I love you as I love my own children; maybe a little bit more than them. When I die, you get all the money. The houses get sold, the vehicles get sold….everything gets sold and you get the money. If you choose to give my ungrateful children money, that’s fine but I’d rather you not. They think that they deserve it since they were raised with no spending limit, got into trouble all the time, and had no respect for me years ago” he said.

“You know that I’m pretty much worth close to over a trillion dollars, right? I’m spending all this money and I still have more left over that I have no idea what to do with!! How much are you worth?” I asked.

“Living? I’m worth about three million dollars. Dead? That three million plus the costs of the sales of the houses and the vehicles,” he said.

“What’s the TOTAL worth, ‘Seppe?” I asked.

“Close to $1,500,000,000,” he said.

“What the fuck am I gonna to with all that money? I fund this assisted living place, I fund the hospital that you and Paolo and I were at, I fund over 25 animal shelters and 15 shelters for the homeless as well as 20 shelters for those who are trying to get out of abusive relationships. I bought my brother his restaurant. I helped my some of my family get out of debt. I pay for repairs for the PD and the FD, new equipment, new vehicles and new gear. I bought the building where I’m the owner and CEO of” I said.

“Buy a rehab center and refurbish it,” Giuseppe said. “My wife died because of cirrhosis of the liver and a drug overdose because of the lifestyle I brought her into. The kids think that I forced the alcohol and drugs on to my wife. That’s why I don’t want them to have the money.” 

Can't help that I'm addicted to sex!!

After a few days of rest and recovery in the hospital for Paolo and Giuseppe, they went into the same assisted living home for seniors until they were 100 % recovered. Vince and I helped them get settled and made sure that a few of Giuseppe’s men were lurking around just to make sure that these men were safe.

When Vince and I got home, we showered, ate and went to bed. Vince had no problem falling asleep whereas I couldn’t sleep. My hormones were driving me insane, making me want sex more and more but Vince is afraid to have sex often because he doesn’t want to hurt me or the baby; makes sense but I have needs, dammit!

As he’s sleeping, I gently take his boxers off of him and I take off my panties and bra. I gently wrap my hand around his appendage and start stroking him. I eventually pick up a little speed but once he gets harder, I wrap my small mouth around his 9 ½ inch long, 4 ½ inch wide appendage and start sucking him. He wakes up and moans. I have his attention now!
“Babe…..you gotta stop. Matt said another few days!” he said.

“Forget what he said, babe!” I said. “I need your cock and I need it now!”
“I love how you suck me!” he said as he flipped me onto my back. “Take all of it, babe!”

Thanks to my tonsillectomy when I was a kid, I can take my hubby’s entire cock in my mouth (and throat). I love how his cock tastes. After a few more thrusts, he unloads tons of thick, hot baby batter down my throat. Minutes tick by and he’s still unloading cum, grabbing my hair and screaming my name. He shutters for a second and he’s done.

While I’m still on my back, Vince spreads my legs and starts licking my core; his tongue puts Gene Simmons’ tongue to shame!! In a matter of seconds, Vince has his tongue deep inside my dripping pussy, licking in all directions and constantly hitting my g – spot. He teases me by biting my clit gently before biting me hard and causing me to scream my orgasm and his name.

Once I’m done, he gets up to get a bottle of lube; which we both know that I don’t need for my pussy…….He’s going through the back door! God, I love this man. I help him a little bit but I don’t help too much because I love when he cums in my ass.

I get myself ready with the nipple clamps, the crop, getting on my hands and knees and a pillow under my growing baby bump. I knew that with the nipple clamps would definitely hurt my sensitive tits and that I was going to love it. 
“The clamps are new,” Vince said as he’s aiming for my ass. “How do you want me to use them?”

“Enter me like you usually do but as you enter me, use the chains of the clamps to get leverage,” I explain.
“Basically you want me to pull on them as I ram into, right?” he asked. “Won’t that hurt your gorgeous but sensitive tits?”

“Yes,” I said. “That’s the point!”

“This may hurt a bit,” he forewarned me as he rammed his long and thick cock into my tight ass pulling my nipple clamps.

“Fuuuuuucckkkk!” we both scream.
“Again!” I said panting as he was thrusting deep into me.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Vince pulled out gently, put a little bit more lube on and then put the head of his cock into the entrance of my ass. He got the chains to the nipple clamps in his hands ready and rams into me a little harder.
“Fuck!” I scream again. “Do it again and pull the chains a little harder.”

He pulls out, hits my ass hard with the crop a few times, eliciting moans from me. He smacks my ass even harder, leaving red marks all over. He throws the crop off the bed, aims for my ass and readies the chains in his hands. He rams into me and pulls the chains a bit harder than he did the last time.

“Fuck!!!” I scream; panting as he thrusting into me again.

“Your ass is so tight, babe!” he said.

“Do it again,” I said hoarsely.

“How many more times?” he asked warily as he’s still fucking my ass pretty damn hard.
“Until you cum, make me lose my voice or both,” I said. “Take these clamps off of me!”

He took the clamps off of me, put a little more lube on his hard cock, aims, grabs my hips and rams into my ass again. He thrusts into my ass so hard causing me to scream. He grabs my tits and I cum.

He pulls out, takes a sip of water, puts the remainder of the lube on, aims, grabs my hips and rams into me harder than he has before; I scream in pain that he mistakes for pleasure and thrusts his humongous cock into my tight ass as hard as he can.

“Once or twice more and I’ll cum inside your ass, baby. I love your tight ass!” he said as he pulls out.

He spits onto his cock a little bit, grabs my ass and is ready to ram into my ass again.

“Bite that pillow, babe!” he said. “Practically going in dry!”

“Fuck, yes!” I said; hoping he’d be done soon. I love this but it’s getting a little too painful.

I don’t bother with the pillow as he rams me this time; as painful as it is, there’s still traces of lube. He pounds and pounds into me. I cum again; he pulls out.

“One more time,” he said.

He rams into my ass harder than he has before. He pounds into me so hard. As I’m screaming, he’s fucking my ass harder than I’m used to and I pass out.

I wake up with feeling something cool and damp on my forehead and something warm on my ass. I try to sit up but Vince keeps me laying down.
“Oh my God, babe! I was way too rough on you!! I could’ve hurt you and the baby!! I’m SO sorry!” he says as he cries.

“Vince, listen to me, ok?” I said. “We both wanted this. If I wanted you to stop, I would’ve told you to stop. I know you would’ve if I said: ‘Stop!’. I’m okay. I’ll be a little sore for the next few days. Unfortunately for me, that means no anal sex but you can always take care of my pussy,” I said. “I’ve had worse situations happen. I’m not mad at you. I’m fine, the baby’s fine and we’re fine!”

Vince went to get me some children’s Tylenol for the pain and brought me some orange juice. We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling and kissing. We slept for a little bit. We got up, showered, dressed and walked a few blocks to my brother’s restaurant.

Once we were sat, the hostess said she’d get my brother. I told her for $100, we’re paying customers and that I’m NOT related to her boss. She refused the money and didn’t tell my brother that Vince and I were here. Thankfully the server that was taking care of Vince and I was pretty new and didn’t realize that I was the owner’s sister until he walked out to our table. 

“Why the fuck are you trying to bribe my staff into NOT telling me that you’re here?” my brother asks.

“Tonight, we’re paying customers. Fuck the fact that we’re related!! With all the times that we’re here and all the times you send out dish after dish after dish, you’re losing money, NOT making any!” I said.

“With all the cheesecake you buy for the FD and the PD, I’ve got employees from both tromping through here as if the doors revolved! They’re recommending to other people so whatever I send out to you gets paid for in the long run!” my brother said.

“Let’s make a deal,” I offered. “Every other visit, we’ll pay.”
My brother took me up on it and told me that starting next time we’ll pay; I growled at him. He chuckled. As usual, he sent out tons of food. We were SO full after our meals that we barely had room for dessert. After eating what we could, asked for the remainder to be packed up, I twisted the arm of our server so we ended up paying half the total price (we ended up paying $3,500 for half the bill, NOT including the $525 tip).

After saying good bye to my brother, we carried about 20 bags of food back to the apartment. At times like this, I was grateful that I had a huge fridge. Once the food was put away, I put on my pjs and hopped into bed. Vince followed suit a few minutes later. We fell asleep watching reruns of “I love Lucy”.

Had a wedding this past weekend

This weekend was very busy. I had the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner on Friday for my brother and now sister in law. Their wedding was on Saturday. And the brunch on Sunday. My buddy “DS” came with me. I’ve known him forever.

The entire weekend was a blast but the only downside was that I fell for my buddy that came with me. He’s the chivalrous sort; opened doors for me, helped me in & out of the car, etc. He was really attentive towards me, as he should of been (in my opinion), always made sure that we weren’t separated, got me something to drink, gave me his jacket when I was shivering. It was really sweet of him to be like this but he’s always been a gentleman for as long as I’ve known him.

The craziest thing is as we were saying goodbye to my brother and sister in law, my brother told me to be good and my buddy to keep his hands off of me. My buddy swore he was a saint (and he was) and I said that the only one between the three of us that was virgin was NOT me and my buddy turned a million shades red. I told my brother that my buddy doesn’t have anything to worry about, but my brother’s chef at my brother’s restaurant needs to watch out. My brother laughed hysterically and I winked.

It was kinda an awkward drive for a few minutes. My buddy asked how close my brother and I are; I said that we’re fairly close since my brother knows that I’ve been sexually active for  12 years. My buddy isn’t too thrilled to hear that but I gently reminded him that we aren’t dating. All he could say about that was: “Right”. He let it go for a few minutes and had asked me if my sex life got me into trouble. I said that it had on several occasions and I dropped it; I really didn’t want to talk about it. I’m grateful that he picked up on me not wanting to talk about it. After a few minutes of silence, I fell asleep in the car.

I’m not sure how much time had passed by but I woke up when I thought I felt weight on my left knee. I groaned a little as I shifted to let my buddy know that I woke up. His hand was on my left knee.

“You ok?” DS asked me.

“Mmmmm. In a few minutes I will. Guess I needed to rest my eyes for a little bit. The strangest thing woke me up.” I said.

“What was that?” he asked.

“What woke me up is feeling some weight on my left knee but then I realized that I was dreaming,” I said knowing that he was still resting his hand on my knee but acting as if I hadn’t notice.

“Well, I did. Didn’t mean to wake you up,” he said as he removed his hand.

“No, it’s fine. You can leave your hand on my knee,” I said. “If I was uncomfortable, you know I’d say something.”

He nodded his head in agreement. A few minutes past and I felt his hand slide up my leg to under my dress. He found my apex and moved my thongs to the side a bit so he could play with my apex. I was dripping wet and was moaning in pleasure. I glanced over to him and noticed that he was popping a tent. With one hand, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and reached into his silk boxers to grab his package. It was larger than what I imagined. I began to stroke his entire package.

“I need to pull over before we crash,” he said as he pulled into an empty lot near the highway. “Just don’t stop!”

I didn’t stop but I knew I had to end this before we had sex. I hurriedly stroked his member straight through his climax. I grabbed a tissue to clean up and then some hand sanitizer. I got resituated in my seat and put my seatbelt back on and didn’t look at DS. He sighed, put himself back into his pants and got resituated. Without saying a word, he started the car and we were back on our way. I pretended to be asleep so we wouldn’t have to talk.

“Hey,” he said as he squeezed my hand. “Thanks.”
“For what?” I asked in confusion.

“For the wedding,” he said. “We’ve been friends for quite some time. You’re a laid back woman but very reserved. I’ve never seen you really let your hair until tonight. I didn’t never truly know you until tonight.”

“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

He reached over and held my hand for the rest of the drive. Once we got to where we met, it took me a few minutes to collect my stuff from his car and close to 3 trips to bring everything back to my car. As I threw the rest of my junk in my car, I waved over my shoulder to say good night.

“No,” he said.

“No what?” I asked. I was totally confused.

“Come here,” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. “Thank you for inviting me to your brother’s wedding.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Please text me when you get home.”

Instead of answering me, DS leaned down and kissed me, his tongue gently opening my mouth. I acquiesce as I place my phone and keys on the hood of my car. We kiss for a few minutes until I pull away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This. This is wrong,” I said. “You know how I feel about you but you’ve told me that you’re interested in someone else. This is wrong; you should be kissing her but not me. You’re messing with my heart.”

“I do care for her,” he started.
“I hear a ‘but’. I don’t wanna hear it even if you’re describing my fat ass!” I said.

“I’ve known you for years and always saw you as my friend’s baby sister; even when we reconnected a few years ago. When I saw you tonight, I swore I needed heart meds. You made me lose my breath!” he said.

“Oh, shove it,” I said. “You like someone else. I get it. When I get all cleaned up, guys want me. This is what happened with you.”
“Yeah, I do like someone else but for several months I’ve realized that I care for you as well,” he said.

“It’s one of us, NOT both of us!” I replied.

“I….” he started.

“If you had ever given me the chance, I could've shown you what love is!” I said.

“I never knew that I could feel this way about you!” he said.

“I know that I’m the prettiest nor do I have much, but you wouldn’t want for anything! You’d come home to a clean house, food on the table, a strong drink if you wanted and you could have me whenever you want!” I said as I began to cry. “Hell, DS, I’d wear dresses every day of the week if you asked me to!”

I grabbed my phone and keys from the hood of my car and hopped in. I slammed my door, put my keys in the ignition and roared off, blaring some Ozzy. Thankfully at 1 am, no one was on the road and I got home in record time. After letting myself into the house and letting the dogs into the fenced in back yard. I sent DS a text saying that I was home and wished him a good night. Twenty minutes later, my phone chirped. DS replied to my text stating that he was home as well. I replied with thanking him. I put my phone on vibrate, let the dogs in and went upstairs to take a shower to get all the hairspray out of my hair.

In the days since the wedding, DS has called me and texted me several times a day every day; wanting and desiring to talk to me I never responded. He’s sent me flowers to my brother’s restaurant and the other jobs I work at but once I read the card, I tipped the person who was delivering the flowers and sent them back with the flowers. 

I know that he’s conflicted with me and whoever the other woman is, but he has no right to be kissing me unless it was only me.

Several things to do and something to think about

I fell asleep in a matter of moments. I was so tired from the emergency appy and rescuing my godfather. A few times during the night, I got up, walked around and stretched a bit since I was stiff and sore from the scuffle I got into with Jordy, my former partner.

One of the nurses felt bad for my and gave me another child strength Tylenol to help and some herbal tea. She is one of the new nurses here in the hospital and I barely knew her but we talked a little bit. She was a nosy one. She knows me as the woman who saved the hospital but doesn’t know my name…thankfully. She was asking me about the chaos that happened but I didn’t tell her at all. I was becoming uncomfortable with her questions so I pretended to be tired and returned to my room.

Once I went back in, I locked the door and I texted Matt asking him to come to room but he needs to bring the key because I locked the door. He replied that I must have a good reason why I did.

He came over in a matter of moments, bringing me a ginormus mug of hot chocolate. He knows me so well!! We started to talk quietly since Vin was still sleeping. I shared my concerns with him of the new nurse. Matt agreed with me that the concerns are real; he felt the same when Don, Paolo and I first got into the hospital and gave me her name so I could run a more thorough background check on her. Until then, Matt was going to keep her FAR away from Giuseppe, Paolo and myself…..Thankfully!

Vin wakes up a few minutes later so Matt and I end out discussion about the nurse. I decide to run a background check on her with a special app on my phone. As it’s working, I put down my phone and talk with Matt about the don and Paolo. They’re doing better but need to stay in the hospital for a few more days; partially because of trauma and partially due to their age. I trust Matt and if he trusts his colleagues working on the don and Paolo, then I ought to have faith and trust in them as well.

Matt left to go get my discharge papers.

“So. Once he steps down, you’re walking away? Like that’s it? No longer helping the family?” Vince asked.

“Yep. Not sure what will happen to the family after that. The don and I will still be in each other’s lives because not only is he my Godfather, he’s my godfather. He’s the only father figure that I’ve had in my life for years. To end that relationship is not beneficial to either of us. We see each other as blood family. My fear is that after this whole ordeal, he doesn’t have much time left. I think he’ll step down in a matter of weeks. He isn’t too close to his biological children so if need be, I’ll either buy a larger apartment and he’ll live with us OR I’ll put him in an assisted living place for people his age. We’ll see what he wants,” I said.

“Last resort is that he lives with us. Nothing against him but I barely know him. I’d rather it be just us and the baby,” Vince said. “I have so many years to catch up with you and getting to know our baby.”

“I understand,” I said. My phone started buzzing, beeping and vibrating. It was the background check on the nurse. I texted Matt stating that I had the results. Less than a minute later, he’s in the room a little bit out of breath.
“What’s the result say, Deppgrl?” Matt asked.

“A ton of fraud; Medicaid, Medicare primarily. Forging checks as well as a few suspicious deaths of patients in her care. You need to get her out of her ASAP, buddy. Like last week!!” I said.

Just as I finished talking, she barges in demanding who I was. Thankfully my boss was tipped off by my location of running the background check on her and also received the results, sent over a few officers to arrest her. Thankfully they came in time because she was lunging at me!

Hours later, I found out that she was charged with fraud, forging checks, the suspicious and attempted assault of an officer.

In honor of Autism Awareness

Adrenaline fades and a few more tests

The adrenaline had faded fast and Vince was relieved to have me back with him. He was still concerned about the baby despite Matt’s thorough exam. As my “boys” were discussing my and the baby’s health, I raided my fridge in the room. I grabbed a gallon of 2 % milk and a container of Oreos.  I took a few steps over to the cabinet to grab a glass, I over reached and had to brace my hip against the countertop. I guess after the adrenaline fading fast, the glass slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor breaking into a shitload of pieces.
Vince ran to pick me up and put me on my bed, Matt called for a sonography cart. After he placed the call, he came over pulling a flashlight in the size of a pen to check my pupils. They were slightly uneven and he rushed me to get an emergency CT scan.

After the CT scan, I had another sonography done to double check the baby. The results came back for that quickly. Once I was able to return to my room, the glass was already cleaned up and Vince was pacing again.

Once he hugged and kissed me, he placed a tall glass of milk and a large stack of Oreos on the table next to my bed. I dunked the cookies as I explained to him that the symptoms I was suffering from could be from a concussion but still not sure until Matt came back with results from the CT scan. I told Vince that I was positive that I had a concussion since I’m suffering from the same symptoms as previous concussions.

Vince tried his hardest to keep me awake until Matt came back but I dozed off a few times. He let me sleep for a few minutes and then wake me up in case I needed to vomit. I always felt it was a myth to NOT let a person suffering from a concussion to sleep but I appreciated his efforts.
After being woken for the third time (or was the fourth?), Matt came back with the CT results. He said that I had a mild concussion and he would give me the children’s dose of Tylenol to help with the pain. He didn’t want to give me anything stronger due to the pregnancy. The nurse came in a few minutes later with two chewable children’s strength Tylenol and an ice pack for my head. I can’t stand the chalky taste of the chewable tablets so I took them with water and then placed the ice pack at the base of my skull.

Once the nurse had left, I had asked Matt about Paolo and Don Giuseppe.  I was informed that Paolo was slightly sedated due to his old age and my godfather had a broken leg; thankfully it was a clean break. He did have a few bumps and bruises but nothing more severe than the leg. I asked about the security around the Don and I was told that there’s 2 outside the door around the clock, one inside the room (also around the clock) and a few nurses who are doubling as security. I sighed with relief knowing that my godfather/Godfather is alright.

Matt gave me a hug and left me with my worried hubby. Vince gently sat on the bed and held my hand.

“Do you need a little music to help, my love?” Vince asked me.
“Yes, please,” I said. “Some Josh Groban would be nice!”

“Of course he would be, il mio amore. When I get you out of here, I’ll get us tickets to go see him in concert,” Vince said.

“No need to get tickets. I’ll give him a call to find out when his next concert is and we’ll go. If it’s in a few weeks and we need to take a plane, Matt needs to clear me before we go. If it’s in a month, it’ll be fine,” I said.

“Wait. You know him?” Vince asked incredulously.

“He knows that I can return a favor,” I replied. “He’s needed a favor from me, I returned it.”
“Amore…..are you planning on taking over the Don’s family, as Godmother, once his health fails or he retires?”
"No. Just as a counselor and yes, Al, my boss from the PD is aware of this," I said. "He's the one that actually suggested that I get Giuseppe on the straight path and Giuseppe is in agreement. He said that once he retires, I will step down and his children will decide what to do with the family."
Vince looked relieved that I'll be stepping down when the Don retires but it appears he wants to discuss this more but he lets it go for now.

An adventure to save my godfather

“Jordan….what the hell, man?” I asked.

“You got lucky, paisano! Breaking into the old man’s house and pretty much getting away.  I had to go to a reform school when I stole money from my neighbor!” my former partner said.

“Me being an officer was a calling and Don Giuseppe was the one who made it happen. There wasn’t any way my family could’ve paid for my education and the academy so Don Giuseppe started a college fund, okay? For every $20 I put in, he only put in $5!” I said.

“I had so much evidence against the old man and you asked me not to report it to the chief. I did and two weeks later in court, the old man was dubbed as ‘Second Teflon Don’. Nothing stuck to him!!!” Jordan said as he gently scraped my neck with the very sharp tip of the blade.

“Take me and let my godfather go. Please. He’ll return the favor!” I begged. “You hate me because of his being my father figure. Don’t take this out on him, Jordy!”

“Deppgrl,” Don Giuseppe whispered.

My poor godfather! He was severely beaten and was trying to get up to come to me. I yanked free from Jordan’s grip.

“Godfather!! I’m here. Go downstairs and you’ll see my husband there. Have him call Cardinal Paolo and then my husband will bring you to see Matt, my personal physician!” I said.

“My daughter. Come with me. There’s no saving this maniac!” Don Giuseppe said.

“Go, Don Giuseppe! Please go!! Tell my husband I love him,” I said.

My godfather nodded his head and struggled with the door. I heard him struggling with the stairs as well; I think one of his legs was broken.

“Deppgrl,” Jordan said as I spun to face him. He had his gun raised to my head. “I’m sorry but I have to do this. You were always in the way. Payback’s a bitch!”

“DROP!” Cardinal Paolo said and I fell; hearing a gun go off before I hit the floor. I heard a thump and I looked up. Cardinal Paolo was shot in the shoulder. I spiraled around on the floor taking Jordan’s legs out from underneath him. We wrestled for the gun but if fell off of the scaffolding. He pulled out another knife.

“Do it, you bastard!” I challenged him. “Be a man and kill me. I know you always wanted to!”

Jordan grunted and pulled his arm up to stab me when I saw a knife flying in the air catching Jordan in the neck and him falling limp on top of me. I rolled him off.

“Nice aim, hombre! Are you sure you don’t want to switch careers, Paolo?” I asked.

“Thanks! I learned from the best; you, Deppgrl. I’m good. Let’s get Godfather to the hospital!” Paolo said.

 We ran down the stairs as fast as we could and hopped in the Hummer. I drove us there as fast as I could in rush hour traffic. Once we got there, I pulled into the private entrance and asked Vince and Paolo to unload Don Giuseppe as I alerted Matt and his colleagues.

“Matt!!! He’s here. Need a gurney!” I shouted as I ran to find a gurney.

“Got one! Thanks, hun! Your neck!!” Matt said.

“Don’t worry about it. Get working on my godfather and get someone to take care of the cardinal. I’ll take care of my neck!” I said.

Matt nodded as he requested for another gurney for Paolo. Matt and his colleagues rushed the men into the waiting operating rooms. Vince ran to get a wheelchair for me since I was a little unsteady. One of the nurses took over and suggested that Vince sat in the one waiting room as she silently took me to one of the ER rooms for an ultrasound to check on the baby.

As I was waiting for the doctors, the nurse helped me clean off the dried blood from my neck and cleaned the wound. It was deep enough to bleed but not enough for stitches. She applied ointment and a bandage. After she was finished, Matt walked in.

“Don Giuseppe and Paolo are in surgery. Thankfully neither one of them has internal injuries. The godfather has a broken leg and we need to remove the bullet from Paolo’s shoulder. Let’s get that ultra sound going to check on that baby of yours,” Matt said.

Everything with the baby was fine and he checked me for other cuts, scrapes, bumps and bruises and declared that I was fine. He wheeled me back into my private room where Vince was waiting for me.

A confession

Not too long after falling asleep, I wake with a start, sitting straight up; forgetting the pain.

“Vince,” I said. “Help me get out of bed and into the shower. Once I’m in there, get Matt. I need to be discharged right away. I have a family emergency!”

“Babe, your family is fine. You’re not going until Matt clears you” Vince mumbled.

“You have no idea what’s going on. Just help me. Once you have Matt, go to the garage and get my Hummer…get the armored one,” I said.

“Wait. You have an ARMORED Hummer?” Vince asked.
“I’ll explain as I drive,” I replied.

“You’re not driving,” he said.

“Yes, I am. I promised Il Padrino that I’d be the only one to drive it. Go! Please just do as I say!” I said.

Vince nodded and helped me into the shower and then ran to get Matt to process my discharge papers by the time I showered and dressed, Matt and Vince were back in the room. Matt had a bag of bandages, ointments and creams. He handed me a wad of papers.

“Ματ, λυπάμαι, αλλά πρέπει να φύγω. Ο Νονός είναι σε κίνδυνο. Παρακαλούμε να πάρετε ιδιωτική πτέρυγα του έτοιμο και να έχει μεγαλύτερη και διακριτική τους συναδέλφους σας, έτοιμο να σώσει τη ζωή του νονού του. Αν δεν κάνω πίσω, ξέρετε τι να κάνετε (Matt, I am sorry but I have to go. The Godfather is in danger. Please get his private wing ready and have your most trusted and discreet colleagues ready to save the godfather's  life. If I'm not back, you know what to do.),” I told Matt hugging him tight. “I love you forever. Remember that.”

“Do what you do best,” Matt said as I nodded.

I grabbed my stuff and booked it to the Hummer. Vince was outside of it waiting for me.

“Open the back hatch for me. I need to make a phone call. You don’t happen to speak French do you?” I asked.

“Nope,” Vince said.

“Perfect. Thanks!” I said.

“Paolo, où est mon parrain en ce moment? J'ai besoin de lui tout de suite. Sa vie est en danger et j'ai besoin d'être là. Très bien. Je serai là en trente minutes. Oui, je suis dans le Hummer blindé. Et oui, j'ai mon médecin personnel en attente (Paolo, where is my godfather right now? I need to get to him right away. His life is at risk and I need to be there. Okay. I will be there in thirty minutes. Yes, I am in the armored Hummer. And yes, I have my personal physician on standby),” I said to Paolo.

I ran to the back hatch leading to the back of the Hummer. I grabbed  a stab proof and bullet proof vest and put it on. I grabbed one and tossed it to Vince.

“Put this on and hop in. We need to go rescue my godfather,  Don Giuseppe,” I said.

“Wait. Do you mean the mobster is your Godfather? As in your baptism Godfather or your mobster Godfather?” Vince asked in confusion.

“Both,” I said.

“Whaddya mean by ‘both’?”

“Growing up, I was always getting into trouble with the law. A friend dared me to break into Don Giuseppe’s house one afternoon after school. I did since he never had an alarm. I grabbed one of his expired passports and was climbing down a lattice from his room. I lost my grip and I started to fall. He ended up catching me.  He said that he had two options. The first one was to report me to the police and the second option was that he’d pay for my college education as long as I studied criminal justice and became an officer. Of course you know the outcome.  What I had to return was protect him whenever he needs it. I woke up because I sensed he’s in trouble,” I said.

“So he pretty much paid you off and you have to risk your life for that mobster?” Vince asked in disgust.

“I’m a police officer, Vince. It’s my job to protect and serve. My life’s always at risk for those who live in the state. He stood by as my godfather when I was baptized in the Catholic Church. That makes him family. He’s family; I have to go see if he’s ok!!” I said.

“Honey, you’re about 2 months pregnant and you just had an emergency appendectomy and you’re going to see if a felon is ok?”

“He’s not a felon exactly but he’s family. I don’t expect you to understand,” I said. “I’d take another bullet for Don Giuseppe.”
“Wait. You’d take a bullet for him? Or have you already? Is that the reason why you have that big scar on your collarbone?”

“Yes. He was getting attacked and I jumped in. I took a bullet for him as well as a knife stab; both were at the clavicle.”

“Wow,” Vince said.

I continued driving to the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn to find my godfather. I sent him a ‘ping’ to his homing bracelet to let him know that I found what area he is in. He sent a ‘ping’ back to me so I could get his actual location.

“Vince,” I said as I strapped a gun to my holster. “I need you to stay here with the Hummer. The blue dot is the Don and the orange dot is me. If it blinks, it means that the person is ok. If it moves, the person is on the move. If it stops, there’s a problem. If it’s no longer there, then that person is dead. Let’s just hope it doesn’t get to that, ok? If it does, here’s my contacts name. They’ll get the person and bring them to Matt.”
“Is that what you were talking to Matt about? In some crazy language?” he asked.

“Kinda. And it was Greek,” I said. “If I die tonight, he knows what to do.”
“Um, ok,” Vince said as he kissed me.

I ran into the building full force. I was now in a shitload of pain due to the appendectomy and running but I had to get through it to get to Don Giuseppe.  As I got to the second floor, I slowed it down and was walking on the balls of my feet to minimize the sound. I felt a cold tip of a knife blade on my neck.
“We meet again,” I heard my former partner say. “Do you have anything to say before I kill you and your precious don?”

Life lessons from the Godfather

After an hour or so, I was wheeled into my private room at the hospital. It’s one of the reasons why I donate so much to the hospital all the time; the security of having my own room and a door with a lock!! That and a California king bed; a small dresser and a mini fridge too!!

With Vince’s help, I got changed into a nightgown that was in one of my drawers in the room. As gracefully as I could, I got back into bed as carefully as I could so I wouldn’t bust a stitch. Vince popped in a DVD and The Godfather started playing. He got into bed with me so we could snuggle as we watched the movie.

“Why do you like the trilogy so much?” Vince asked me.

“It’s a life lesson….Family matters and comes first no matter what. You help others out like Don Vito did with Tom Hagen. A person is lucky if they’re born or adopted into an Italian family but those who aren’t Italian wish they were Italian. It’s a way of life. You eat, you drink, you get loud and talk over each other. You do anything for your family. Your family is your life!” I said.

“Ah, I see. Let me guess. You have two copies of the trilogy. One copy is signed by all the main characters and the other copy is unsigned; you watch the unsigned copy so you don’t mess with the signatures on the other one, right?” Vince asked.

“How did you guess?” I asked. “Guess you know me oh to well!”

After watching the Godfather Part 1, I fell asleep for the night. I was grateful that I had a private, unmarked room and that my husband was with me.

I'm back

I'm almost back to normal health. Right now I'm working on a short post. Hopefully it'll be up tonight or tomorrow

I've been sick

Sorry about my delay in posting in the past few days. I’ve been sick in the hospital since the afternoon of Valentine’s Day.

I had asked a friend to post to tell you of me being sick or even bouncing ideas off of me to post something on my behalf but obviously he didn’t.

Once I get discharged tomorrow, I should start working on another post. Darn walking pneumonia’s kicking my butt!!

Laughter is the best medicine.....I think?

Matt stitched me up and wheeled me down to the recovery area. We both saw Vince pacing.

“Babe, I’m back” I said.

“How are feeling? Are you ok?” Vince asked.

“A little sore but I’m fine. I told you there was nothing for you to worry about,” I replied.

“When can I take her home, Doc?” Vince asked.

“Normally, I’d send the patients home after a few hours but with Deppgrl, I’m gonna keep her overnight so we can keep an eye on her; just to make sure there’s no sepsis or any other issues” Matt said.

“Would it be alright if I had a cot in my wife’s room? There’s no way I’m leaving her alone. Nothing against you, Matt.” Vince said.

“You know it won't be a problem. Anything for the woman who saved the hospital," Matt said.
"Wait. Are you telling me that not only does my wife have a shit load of jobs, money and getting people jobs, she's saved this hospital?" Vince asked.
"More than once, actually!"
"How many times is more than once?"
"Continually. She paid a large sum to buy the hospital and then she pays 95% of the monthly bills so we can keep running."
"Babe, is there something that you're not telling me?" Vince asked me.
"Nope. You already know I'm worth trillions. Guess you forgot the conversation at my brother's restaurant, stranzo!" I said.
"Oh. Forgot about that!"
"Old geezer!" I said NOT quite under my breath.
"HEY! I heard that!!" Vince said.
"You were supposed to!" I said laughing so hard I almost busted a few stitches.

Surgery time

Once the OR was booked, Vince held my hand as I was being rolled to the OR. He was trying his best to comfort me but he was a complete mess.

“Hon, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. This isn’t the first emergency surgery without anesthesia; knowing me, it won’t be the last time!! Matt’s gonna but a little lidocaine on the area before splicing me open, perform the appy, clean up and close me up. Don’t worry, Vin! Matt’s the best doc around and the only one I trust,” I said.

“Right now, I don’t even want to know how many times he fixed you up without knocking you out; it’d make me worry more about you. I’ll be right here when you get out. I love you, babe,” Vince said.

“I’m looking forward to be back with you. I love you too!” I replied.

Seconds later, Matt, a few nurses and I were on an elevator up to the OR. Once in the OR, Matt warned me that when he gets to perform the actually appy, it’d get rather painful. I reminded him about the mangled up bullet that he pulled out of my clavicle about 18 months ago and I’d refused anesthesia at the time. He chuckled at the memory of me cursing him out and telling him that he’d never pick up a scalpel again. He knew better than that; he knew that he was the only doctor I trusted anywhere within a 70 foot radius of me.

After getting the lidocaine on and letting it start working, Matt started the incision. He was quick to remove my appendix.

“Dude. You are so effin’ lucky that you came in when you did!” Matt exclaimed.

“Why’s that? So you could cut into me?” I asked sarcastically.

“No, you wise ass! If you didn’t come in when you did, your appendix would’ve burst and caused a horrid case of sepsis,” Matt said.

“Just my luck, right? Sew me up and get me into recovery. My husband will be pacing a hole in the floor if I don’ return soon,” I said.

“He’s your hubby? Thought he was your uncle. Sugar daddy?” Matt asked.

“You know damn well I like ‘em a bit older than me! Sugar daddy my ass! You know I don’t have a need for a sugar daddy. Plus you know who funded the hospital so it wouldn’t shut down,” I replied.

Matt knew originally I donated $8,000,000 to the hospital so it wouldn’t shut down plus a yearly donation of $2,000,000 to keep the supplies coming in as well as part of the electricity bills paid off. I also implemented time lights so the lights would shut off or dim after a certain amount of time.

Finally at the hospital

Matt, my doctor, met the ambulance at the doors to the ER. Wasting no time, he climbed into the ambulance, unstrapped me and carried me into the private room he had set up for me.

“Hon, what’s the matter? I’ve never seen you in this much pain!” he said.

“I’m pregnant; about a month. Think it might be ectopic,” I said.
"What makes you think that?" Matt asked.
"Because of where the pain is. The pain is near my abdomen but closer to my right side" I said.
"Right about here?"
"Yeah. Right there!!" I said.
"Your appendix ruptured. I have to get you to the OR but I can't give you anesthesia due to the pregnancy. Is that going to be a problem?" he asked.
"Not a problem! I need you to take care of it right away!" I replied.
"Give me a few minutes to book an OR and I'll bring you up, ok?"
I nodded and watched my dear friend run to go book an OR. Vince started pacing. I could tell that he wasn't thrilled with the fact that I was going into surgery without anesthesia. As much as I tried to comfort him and let him know that I'd be ok, he was still really worried about me.

Sorry for the delay

It's been a hectic few days between work, family and personal matters. I should have a new post up in 36 to 48 hours

Una preghiera per il mio pastore/A prayer for my pastor

La madre del mio pastore morto questa sera. Purtroppo, il padre scomparso dieci mesi fa e il mio parroco è ancora in lutto per la perdita del padre. Per favore prega per i suoi fratelli (e le loro famiglie), e lui in questo momento difficile.
Questo è un po 'difficile per me, perché mi preoccupo per il pastore in un modo che io so non dovrebbe, non ha mai sposato e non ha una fidanzata. So che una relazione tra noi due non accadrà mai

My pastor's mother passed away this evening. Sadly, his father passed away ten months ago and my pastor is still mourning the loss of his father. Please pray for his siblings (and their families) and him during this difficult time.
This is a little hard for me because I care for the pastor in a way that I know should not; he has never married and does not have a girlfriend. I know that a relationship between the two of us will never happen

Taking the next night or two off

Just wanted to let y’all know that I’ll be taking tonight and maybe tomorrow night off from posting a blog. A few friends and I will be going to my brother’s restaurant to celebrate my birthday. It’ll be the first time that I’ll be bringing a date with me to meet these friends and my brother. As the youngest of three kids – and in my 30’s – my brother is still super protective of me and wants to meet any guy interested in me.  I don’t mind this protective side of my brother but at the same time it’s a little odd since my date is 8 ½ years older than my brother (my brother is 1 ½ yrs older than me).

I feel a little weird about it this time around because my date is a co worker who’s been married and divorced twice and is the father of three kids (age range is 2 yrs to 18 yrs;  I’m 13 yrs older than his eldest). I don’t mind that my date is 10 yrs older than me, twice married and twice divorced but I worry about how my brother will be.

I’ve been hurt before (let’s face it…we all have) and my brother doesn’t want to see me get hurt again. I explained to my brother that I do care about my date but I don’t see a long term relationship with him. I want to get married, have kids and settle down sooner rather than later whereas my date has no desire to get married and is done with having kids.

My date is a good man, a hard worker, a good father to his kids, is financially secure and shares my sense of humor but he just isn’t interested in anything long term; as in anything over 18 months. I’m looking for long term but he can’t provide that for me, unfortunately.

A trip to the ER

“What’s wrong, babe?” Vince asked me.

“I believe I’m having a miscarriage,” I said. “I can’t wait for the EMTs to get up here. I’m going down to meet them.”
I made an attempt to grab my wallet, jacket and phones but I was rather shaky. Vince helped me with putting my jacket on. As soon as we opened the door, the EMTs were right there and had a stretcher.

“I’m walking out,” I said as I stumbled and grabbed Vince’s elbow.

“No way, Lieu! You’re not gonna collapse on the floor. We’re gonna take you out on this stretcher!” Phil, one of the EMTs, said.

“Over my dead body, Phil,” I replied.

“You’re gonna be dead after taking the first stair down, Lieu. We’re taking you in the stretcher. If you misbehave, we WILL strap you all the way in,” Phil replied.

I grumbled with dissatisfaction as Vince helped me up on the stretcher. Once safely on, the lap belt was fastened and a blanked was spread across my lap.

“Vince, take the bike and go ahead to the ER,” I said. “You know who my doctor is there. Please get him to meet us at the door.”

Vince nodded and grabbed the keys to my motorcycle and booked it to the valets. The EMTs and I were out the door about a minute later. The stomach pains were worse; at times like this I was grateful that I had an apartment on the first floor.

A bad scare

Although I was a bit uncomfortable with A and Vince reconnecting in the apartment, I’m glad that Vince is getting to speak with other people other than myself and all the coworkers I have. I knew that neither one of them would break the confidences that I have in each of them but still felt weird having them together.

I decided to go back to the PD to clean my messy office. I go through all the papers that I’ve had laying around and in my desk that I’ve had for several years. After deciding that the papers weren’t important enough to keep, I shred the pile; it took about an hour and a half! I got rid of the yearly calendars that I had as well as candy wrappers, Styrofoam cups and dead plants.

By the time, I had sorted out on what to keep; I had a 5 gallon garbage can filled to be tossed in the dumpster.  I dusted the desk, computer and printer; taking off several inches of dust off the top of the printer. 

“Hey, Deppgrl!” Al said as he was walking past.

“Hey, Al. Just doing some cleaning,” I said.

“I haven’t seen you clean in a few years. What’s up? Not like I mind the clean area and desk or anything…...” Al said.

“My ex fiancée is apparently friends with my husband and they’re both in the apartment. Let’s just say that I’m a bit uncomfortable so I came here. Once I got here, I figured that I might as well clean,” I said.

Al nodded his head and just went on his way. He was good like that; not prying into someone’s life. I left and headed back to the apartment. Once inside, A was gone and Vince was in the office on the computer.

I went over and let him know I was home. After kissing him, I went into the kitchen and drank half a gallon of orange juice; something that I normally wouldn’t do since I don’t like the stuff.

All of a sudden I started having the WORST stomach cramps of all times. It was worse than any stomach bug I’d ever had.

“Babe?” I screamed. “Call me an ambulance. I need to get to the ER!”

Vince came rushing in as he was calling the local emergency squad. He was as white as a ghost.

Awkward moment

The next day I head on over to the FD and explain to the captain that I’m no longer doing any freelance work for them due to being pregnant. He was sad to see me go because of my capable eyes and nose. He completely understood and said that after I have the baby, I’d be welcomed back if I choose to go back. I thanked him and left.
I went to the office to go over the staff’s payroll, sign off on expenses and authorize the staff’s paychecks as well as mine.
I head back the apartment and I see Vince there with A. I was a little nervous but they seemed to be getting along pretty well. At least Vince didn’t hate A.
“Um, hi guys. Vince, I didn’t know that you guys knew each other. If you wanted to meet my ex fiancée, all you had to do was ask,” I said.
“We actually knew each other before you two met. We were in a small band together but we disbanded about 5 months after forming the band,” Vince said.
“Oh. Awkward moment for me here. I’ll let you guys catch up. I’ll go someplace else,” I said.
“Stay, please,” A said. “It’d be good to catch up with you as well.”
“It’d be nice, A, but a bit awkward for me. I was engaged to you but married to Vince now. At one point I was in love with you but now I’ve realized that it was always Vince. It’d be just awkward for me,” I said as I left the apartment.