Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 28

Her body arched off the bed, and in a silent scream of release, she came for the second time. She was sated, but not exhausted. She was excited at what was to come. She pulled Stephano up to her mouth. She kissed him, and tasted herself all over his face.

Then she realized he was still fully dressed, and she hit him on the top of his head.

"What did I do wrong?"

She pointed at his clothes, pointed at her head and shrugged.

"Oh, I'm dressed. I wanted to take care of you first. I will take care of that right now."

She sat on her knees watching her second favorite thing; watching Stephano undress. Her favorite thing was coming up. He was going to get in bed with her, and they were going to make love. It had been a very long time.

It was a standard hospital twin bed, which was going to make movement a little tricky. When Stephano sat on the edge of it, she grabbed his shoulders, pushed him down, and jumped on top of him. She signed to him that he was going to be on the bottom, she was going to be on the top.

"Patty that's not fair. I have waited as long as you have; I want to be on top."

She signed, "First me, second you."

"You better not punk out on me, and fall asleep when you finish. I will screw you in your sleep."

Patty nodded her head in agreement. She held his head, and kissed him fiercely. She rotated her body and found his penis only slightly erect. She took it in her hand and wiggled it.

"It's called control Patty. If I didn't have control over myself, I would have cum in my pants a long time ago."

She bit the tip of his glans and he shouted, "Bitch!"

She kissed it, licked it, placed it in her mouth, and suckled it, as William Junior suckled on Jemma's breast.

"Oh God, Patty, this is going to be quick."

She began pushing his staff deep, then deeper into her throat, until her lips touched his hair. She stopped, constricted the muscles of her throat until his dick felt like it was in a steel vice. She moved her head up and down twice, and he yelled, "I'm cumming!"

If he were not so deep in her throat, she would have drowned. The amount of semen he poured into her throat never seemed to stop. Spurt after spurt of that life-giving fluid would not produce any children today.

As she felt his member softening, she began to withdraw it slowly, suctioning the remaining droplets from its tip. She turned to look at her husband. He was unconscious. She giggled silently, turned, and crawled into his arms.

Sometime later, he awoke to the sound of the shower. He looked at his watch and became livid with himself. How could he have done something so juvenile?

Patty walked out the bathroom towel drying her hair. She saw him sitting up in the bed. She showed him the note she left for him.

"Husband: I did not punk out, you did. You failed to perform your husbandly duty, after a quick blowjob. For a man with your great wealth of experience, and CONTROL, I expected more of you. I wonder if Brad could teach you a thing or two. I will ask him when we get home. You left me High and Dry, Patricia."

"Patty, that is not fair. For the past seven weeks I have done nothing but worry about you. First we have an argument over nothing. You disappeared for more than a month. We get back together, but your head is split open, and has to be put back together with super glue. Then they find a tumor in your brain, and I think I'm going to lose you again. I just lost my entire family, now they were going to take you away from me. I haven't eaten or slept properly in months. I'm sorry I disappointed you."

She showed him a second note she had written for him.

"Husband: When are you going to develop a sense of humor?"

He looked at the note, looked at her, and looked at the note again. He crumpled it in his hand, looked at her, and said, "I don't like you Patricia."

He approached her menacingly, but she pointed at her wrist trying to indicate the time. It was well past the hour he had given her nurse.

"Fuck!"

Patty smiled, and wrote down on the pad, "Too late now!"

"I really don't like you now."

She wrote on her pad, "Poor baby."

As she turned away to go back into the bathroom, he smacked her hard on her ass. She turned to scream at him, but nothing came out of her mouth. She picked up her pad, and in bold letters she wrote, "BASTARD!"

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Doctor Coren and his staff were going over the reams of paper looking for any anomaly that happened during the procedure. Radiologists were pouring over each film that was taken while the procedure was in progress. After two days of searching, they had come up with nothing.

Doctor Santana had finished Patty's exams and as far as speech pathology was concerned, she was fine.

Doctor Nall went to see Patty to give her the news.

"Patty, we still don't know what went wrong. There is no sense for you to stay in the hospital. You are healthy as far as I am concerned. You won't start chemotherapy for at least three months. My advice is for you to go home and rest. Doctor Coren and his staff will continue to work on your case relentlessly. If they do not solve what happened to you, over a billion dollars in research funding will have gone down the drain. The FDA will close them down permanently. I hope that does not happen, after the miracle I saw them perform on you."

Patty wrote down, "If it's in the computer, I can help them."

"Patty, it's all medical information. You won't know what it means."

Patty wrote down her favorite sentence. "WANT TO BET?"

Doctor Nall closed her eyes. "I hate you Patty. I hate you more than any other person on this planet. I'll speak to Doctor Coren, and see what he says."

Patty wrote, "I'll take you with us on the rocket when we leave."

"I really hate you Patty."

Patty smiled and kissed Doctor Nall's hand.

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Much to her surprise, Doctor Coren gave his approval for Patricia to help. "We have run into a brick wall. We can't find anything that went wrong. The procedure was 100% effective. We were right on target. If she is as good with a computer as you say she is, maybe she can spot something we missed."

They wheeled Patricia in to the meeting room, in street clothes. Doctor Coren, and his staff, discussed her case with her at length. When she had a question, she typed it into her computer, and all the doctors read it on theirs. The discussion lasted a little less than one hour.

Then something happened, the doctors never expected. Patty laid down the ground rules for her help:

1. She wanted total access to the hospital's mainframe.

2. When she was working at a computer, no one but Stephano was allowed within 3 feet of her. If they wanted to watch what she was doing, they could look at another monitor.

3. Computer printouts were to be on another floor. The noise disturbed her concentration.

4. While she was working, all she ate was chocolate chip ice cream milk shakes. The better the ice cream, the better she worked. Make sure the hospital does not run out of it.

5. I don't sleep while I'm working. I pass out at the panel. No one is allowed to touch me, except Stephano. Have a mattress on the floor, and the blanket. I should wake up within two hours. I will take care of my needs, drink a shake, and go back to work."

Doctor Coren asked, "Is that all you want?"

Patty typed, "Can you tie me in to a Cray 5 computer?"

"We have a Cray 4 in the basement, will that do?"

Patty typed, "YESSSS!!! I want to sit right next to it."

Doctor Coren looked at his colleagues and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone get so excited over a computer?"

An older doctor said, "I remember when I got my first computer; I played Pong for hours."

The members of the staff who remembered Pong laughed.

Stephano said, "Doctors, when she is working with a computer, she and the computer become one. I have watched her do it twice. She did it here in New York, and in Colorado Springs, at Cray headquarters. The scientists, who make these incredible machines, were in awe of her skills. People, including members of our own CIA have tried to kill, or kidnap her four times, because of what she can do with a computer. Do as she asks, and if there is a flaw in your machines, caused by a computer malfunction, she will find it."

Doctor Coren said, "Mrs. Valentino, let me show you to your workstation."

The guard allowed them into the computer area and immediately Patty wrote down, "It's too warm in here. It should be between 60 and 65 degrees here.

The Director of the Computer Division, Joe Bishop, looked at the thermostat and said, "Its 69° down here. The machine will work just fine."

Patty wrote, "How much will it cost per day to lower the temperature of this room 4° for one year, as opposed to having the Cray off-line for a week while it's being repaired."

Joe Bishop started to say something but Stephano stepped in front of him.

"Mister Bishop, please don't piss her off. You will regret it for the rest of your life if you do. If you don't believe me, ask Doctor Nall."

Bishop turned and looked at Doctor Joyce Nall, who shook her head.

"Who the fuck does your wife thinks she is?"

"All I will say Mister Bishop is she is not someone to be trifled with."

"Okay, I'll lower the fucking temperature in here."

Patty put her patient number into the computer and her file lit up the screen. Doctors were hovering over her shoulders when she stopped typing on the keyboard. She looked over her right, and left shoulders and growled. Everyone backed off.

She started slowly, digesting every word, and then her fingers started flying across the keyboard. She was writing code before their very eyes. Ones and zeroes flew across the screen and the Florinert in the mighty Cray computer started bubbling as it began to work harder.

Joe this up looked and asked Stephano, "What the heck is she doing to my computer?"

"She's making it work for a living."

"It works every day, and I've never seen it heat up like that."

"In that case Mister Bishop, I would make the room a little cooler, because she just started working."

Soon it was just the two of them, the doctors had work to do, and Joe Bishop was freezing.

After two hours had passed Stephano went to the cafeteria and made Patty her first milkshake. He also brought a couple of light blankets to throw over her shoulders and his, because it was cold in that room.

He put the straw by her lips and she took a giant sip. She looked up at him, nodded her head, and pursed her lips waiting for a kiss. She did not have to wait long at all. His lips found hers instantly, and didn't leave until she pushed him away. She took another sip of her milkshake, and went back to work.

He lined up three chairs and laid down on them with his head by her hands. If she needed him, he would be right there. He fell into a light comfortable sleep, listening to her type away on her keyboard.

She woke him up every few hours for her milkshake, and he lay down and went back to sleep. It became routine.

After twenty-one hours he was sleeping peacefully, when a milkshake was poured on his head. He stumbled off his chairs, looking around to find out what had happened.

Patty had a huge grin on her face.

Stephano asked, "What did I do this time?"

She held up a piece of paper that said, "I found it."

"Really, are you sure?"

Patty nodded her head. She wrote down that she had to get cleaned up. Then he had to call the doctors together and tell them what they did wrong. It was so simple it was no wonder they missed it.

"Will you be able to talk?"

She scribbled, "Are you sure you want me to talk?"

"Can I call your father and get his opinion?"

Patty frowned at him and made a fist.

"I'm only joking. I can't wait to hear your voice again. I will call your father, and make sure he is here when you start yelling at everyone. Should I ask Doctor Coren to have the people from the FDA attend the meeting?"

Patty nodded her head vigorously. She wrote, "Tell them to bring wheelbarrows full of money."

At 10 AM everyone was assembled in the surgical meeting room waiting for Patty to arrive. Doctor Coren told everyone that she had found what they had missed, but not even he knew what it was.

Shortly after 10 o'clock, Patty, Stephano, William, and Jemma walked into the conference room smiling.

Stephano said, "Ladies, gentlemen, my wife would like to perform a little demonstration for you. The first string she is going to light is a piece of silk. Please watch what happens to it."

Patty lit the piece of silk string. It burned cleanly leaving no ash or residue behind. She put the flame out with her fingers.

Stephano continued, "This piece of string is polyester please note what happens to it."

Patty lit the string and as it burned it melted, leaving an ash and residue behind.

Doctor Coren asked, "Why are we watching this Patty?"

Patty went to her computer keyboard and started typing. "Doctor Coren, your first assumption was incorrect. You believed you only destroyed 88% of my tumor. You destroyed 100% of it. What you see on the MRI and x-ray is the residue of the tumor, as the residue of the polyester when it was burnt. The reason I cannot speak is because that residue has become lodged against the Wernicke Vocal Motor, which is directly behind the artery the tumor was located. It is a very simple matter to fix and you don't have to operate on me to do it. You did not melt it on to the strands of the vocal motor; they are held together by friction."

The doctors looked up from their screens, thinking about what their patient told them. Could they have looked past something so obvious? Or was it so unbelievable she had to be wrong."

"Patty, we need to take an x-ray."

She typed, "You already have a before x-ray. What you want is in after x-ray. I will give you that after we come back from Central Park children's' playground."

"Why are you going there?"

"I have to play on the teeter totter."

Doctor Coren said, "Patty, now you have me completely confused. Why do you have to play on the teeter totter?"

"I had several choices of how to knock these pieces off the vocal motor strands. The first one my husband would have loved. I would put on a boxing helmet, and he would put on boxing gloves. He would hit my head as hard as he could to knock those three pieces out of position. He would have a smile on his face for the remainder of our married life. I could not inflict enough pain on him in eighty years to remove the smile on his face. I could not allow that to happen.

My second choice was a trampoline. However, I did not believe I would be able to generate enough force by bouncing up and down, without breaking my neck.

Finally, I decided on the teeter-totter. I believe with ten or fifteen good jolts, up and down, these minute pieces will break away from the strands of vocal motor, and I will be able to speak. I will be able to prove, once and for all that I am cured of my cancer thanks to you, your team, and your remarkable machines."

Doctor Coren said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are recessed to the Central Park children's playground."

Stephano put his arms around Patty, and asked, "Would you please reconsider number one?"

She typed, "Okay, if number three doesn't work we will pick up the boxing gloves and a helmet. We will also pick up a copy of Dante's Inferno for you to read on the helicopter on the way home. Skip the first six levels, and start on the Seventh Level. I don't believe in light punishment."

He kissed her ear, and whispered, "I hate you."

She smiled, and kissed him.

William opened the door to the limousine for Jemma, Patty, and Stephano to get in. He asked Doctor Nall and Doctor Coren if they would like to join them.

Doctor Nall took Doctor Coren's arm and said, "It's much more comfortable than a taxi."

Thirty-five minutes later, twenty-six men and women in white lab coats were watching Jemma and Patty bounce up and down on a teeter-totter.

Jemma was giggling like a little girl, but Patty had not uttered a sound yet. On her next down stroke she bounced Jemma high enough to get her rear end off the edge of the seat.

Jemma looked at her sister and asked, "Is that what you need?"

Patty nodded her head, and smiled.

"You are going to wish you hadn't wished for that Patty."

Jemma moved to the very edge of the seat, and Patty moved herself all the way forward on hers, distributing their weight unevenly. Jemma pushed up with all her strength, and as she came down Patty bounced high off the edge of her seat and landed hard on her ass.

William and Stephano ran to her side to make sure she was okay.

Patty pushed them aside, and motioned to Jemma to do it again.

Jemma did it, and did it again, and again, and again. Every time she did it she laughed. Finally, she said, "Patty someone else has to do it, my ass hurts."

Patty responded, "So does mine." She grabbed her mouth as if she said something bad. She looked at Stephano, who smiled at her.

"William, our days of peace and quiet are over. She's back."

Doctor Coren, Doctor Nall, and the remainder of the team surrounded her. They began asking her to speak certain words slowly. Doctor Santana asked her to do a vowel and consonant combination, which Patty did easily.

Finally, Patty said, "Dad, I want you to talk to these three members of the FDA. If they ever threaten to cut off the funding for Doctor Coren, and his marvelous machines again, I want you to assure them that they will never work anywhere in the Western world again. These men and women and their hard work saved my life. Their work will save thousands of others without damaging their brains in the process. You know what I went through; I don't want anyone else to have to make those decisions, again."

"I will talk to them Patty, and then I will talk to the Secretary and let her know, in no uncertain terms that the funding for this program will never be cut off."

"Thank you dad.

"Doctor Coren, I owe you an x-ray."

Doctor Nall asked, "Why are you nice to him, and hell on earth to me?"

"You haven't taken me for my ride in a glider. I'll be nice to you after that."

"I'm not going to say it, but you know what I'm thinking."

Patty asked, "Does anyone here play chess?"

Doctor Nall yelled, "Don't do it, unless you want to get your ego crushed."

"Doctor George is a first-degree Master. Do you think she can beat him?"

"If he plays her, he will never pick up another chess piece as long as he lives."

Joe Bishop said, "I have a hundred dollars that says Doctor George beats her."

Stephano looked at him with knives coming out of his eyes. "Joe, I told you not to piss her off. She will have your computer doing things that will take you a year to fix."

Doctor George asked Patty, "Have you ever played tournament chess?"

"No Doctor, I taught myself how to play chess by reading books about the game, when I was six years old. I have not lost a game since."

Doctor George laughed. "I would like to play you one game, to a win. No draw, to a win only."

"Would you like to place a small wager on the game, Doctor?"

"What did you have in mind Mrs. Valentino?"

"You will work two days a week, in a free clinic, for one year."

"What do I get in return?"

"Whatever you ask Doctor, it is yours."

"Doctor Nall tells me you have a jet aircraft. I want it."

"That is acceptable."

"When would you like to play the game?"

"There is no time like the present Doctor George. Let them take the x-ray of my head, and we can play our game in the meeting room."

Doctor Coren said, "I don't believe the meeting room will be big enough for everyone who will want to watch this match. We will do it in the auditorium, and put it on closed circuit throughout the hospital. It will be interesting to see how much work gets done for the rest of the day, and how many people leave the hospital, when their shift is over."