“I better put these back in the freezer,” Krista said, collecting the bags of frozen peas from Susan.
“And I want to walk around again,” Susan said, painfully getting out of the bed.
“You learn anything?” Krista asked when she returned from putting the bags of frozen peas back in the freezer.
“Yes,” Zach replied. “We can charter a Cessna Citation X which seats 8 for about $3, 000 an hour. A normal flight to George Town’s Owen Roberts International Airport in the Cayman Islands — it’s a bit over 2, 000 miles — is 312 hours in the Cessna.”
“Wow, $10, 000,” Krista commented.
“It’ll be more,” Zach explained. “We have to always assume that there are eyes on Susan in some fashion, especially at the only international airport that she could reasonably be expected to use. As soon as she is seen, it won’t take them long to access the flight plan to see where the flight is going. If we charter the jet to go to Quito, Ecuador, directly west of here instead of north towards the Caymans, then have the pilot change his course after we’re almost to Quito and go to the Caymans, it’ll probably make it more like a 5-hour flight, so $15, 000. If we’re smart, we’ll tip the pilot very well so that he won’t be inclined to talk about it any sooner than he’d absolutely have to. We’d have to be very unlucky to be found for at least a week, depending upon how much money is being thrown into the search. That’ll give us some breathing room and we can decide where to go next. The whole idea is to keep moving, spend a week or so here and there until it’s time to go to the Trust hearing. That’s when we’ll finally go to the FBI.”
“You seem to have more than just the beginnings of a plan,” Susan said as she slowly walked around the room.
“I did, but then suddenly the whole thing became clear to me,” Zach replied. “I’ve been trying to figure out what to do and could only really focus on the immediate need to get out of Manaus. I was thinking of the old military axiom that no plan survives the first contact intact and realized that I didn’t need to worry about what we would do next. Once I accepted that, I relaxed and suddenly saw how the whole thing would work. The only thing we need to do is get Susan to the Trust hearing alive.”
“Is that all?” Susan asked, attempting to put some lightness into her voice, but not succeeding, her voice breaking at the end. “I-I thought I was a stronger person than this,” she said as she sank down onto the bed, tears flowing from her eyes. “You read about it, you see it in movies, but in real life to know that someone is actually trying to kill me…”
“They won’t succeed,” Zach said firmly. “Whoever they are.”
“My own son,” Susan said, the tears streaming from her emerald eyes streaking her cheeks.
“If Zach says he has a plan, I trust him,” Krista said. “Empty boasting isn’t anything I’ve ever heard associated with him.”
“Any bets, Rui or Juliana?” Krista asked when they heard the doorbell.
“I brought you groceries,” Rui said when Krista opened the door, his arms full, a big smile creasing his face when he saw that she was naked.
“Thanks, Rui,” Krista said, closing the door behind him. “We really appreciate your help.”
“How are the patients?” Rui asked, shaking his head as he followed Krista’s naked ass to the bedroom.
“I think they’re both doing better,” Krista said. “Zach’s not complaining and the swelling seems to have gone down a bit and Susan’s been taking walks around the bedroom.”
“I was going to talk to you about that,” Rui said, his eyes on her thick ruby nipples and her freckled breasts as she sat on the side of the bed facing him. “Ice is the best thing to use immediately after an injury such as yours, but then you want to keep it mobile, moving, so that it doesn’t stiffen up. The more you work it, slowly, carefully, the quicker you’ll get better. Use the ice, frozen peas, whenever you feel any soreness or pain. You can’t overdo it and it really helps. We see these types of injuries in the dojo from time to time; a hard kick that doesn’t get blocked, something like that. As soon as you can, stretching is important because your bruise is on a joint, your hip. If the tendons or ligaments are also compromised, stretching is the only thing that’s going to help. They get much less circulation, therefore less support from the autoimmune system to heal. The stretching increases that circulation, opens things up, helps you to heal faster and more completely without being compromised afterwards.”
“How on earth do you know all of that?” Krista asked.
“Before I opened the dojo, I worked as a physiotherapist for 8 years,” Rui replied, smiling.
“Then you can show Susan the stretches she needs to do, how to do them?” Krista asked.
“Sure,” Rui replied, shrugging. “Ideally, you’d do the stretches every 2-3 hours, gently, not trying to set any records, just slowly letting your body readjust.”
“I always found it a bit odd that there wasn’t more physiotherapy in the nursing curriculum,” Susan said. “As a nurse, we always had to rely on the physios because we didn’t have a clue as to what to do. I’d be grateful for your help.”
“Are you up to it right now?” Rui asked.
“Yes,” Susan replied.
“I’ll just amuse myself with Zach,” Krista said, a grin on her face as she went around the bed to kneel next to him, leaning over to kiss him while wrapping a hand around his cock, being careful to avoid his leg.
Susan gaped as Krista moved from kissing Zach to running her tongue around the head of his cock, her eyes sparkling with mischief and a big smile on her face.
“I’d say that I hope I’m not a distraction, but that wouldn’t be true,” Krista said with a laugh. “If I wasn’t being a distraction, I’d be doing something wrong,” she said, sticking the tip of her tongue into the slit of Zach’s cock.
“Jesus, Krista!” Zach gasped, actually flushing when he looked over at Susan and saw her staring open-mouthed, her thick ruby nipples hard on the ends of her freckled breasts.
“Maybe I should go,” Rui suggested.
“Don’t be silly,” Krista said. “You’re helping Susan, I’m going to have my way with Zach, then I’ll have my way with you… unless Susan beats me to it,” she added, smiling when Susan gasped, then flushed, though she didn’t say anything.
“Well, uh, do you have pain on only one side or both sides?” Rui asked, like Susan, unable to tear his eyes from the sight of Zach’s cock disappearing into Krista’s mouth.
“J-just the right side,” Susan replied.
“No pain from any left-side leg movement?” Rui asked, turning to look down at Susan.
“I don’t think so,” Susan replied.