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COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-two Painted whore
Phillip found Treasure in the study. Phillip walked up to Treasure and spun her around to face him. “You painted whore,” pushing her back against the wall. Phillip wiped her red lipstick off her lips with his thumb pushing hard on her lips smearing her lipstick to her cheeks and chin. You are even dressed like a whore.” Phillip roared. He ripped open Treasure’s blouse, the buttons flew bouncing off the wall and floor. Treasure was struggling, “please what are you doing? Please stop!” she cried. Phillip ripped the blouse down over her shoulders and down her arms, her blouse hung off her wrists. Phillip became enraged when he saw her sheer white lace bra; he grabbed the front of her bra and ripped it off her.
Treasure screamed as the back and shoulder straps cut into her skin, her tanned flesh turning red from the abrasion and the cuts the bra ripped at the back and one strap. Phillip jerked the bra again; the other strap tore loose tearing the skin on her shoulder. Phillip slapped her face, you worthless painted whore; with all the struggling, Treasure’s skirt had ridden up her thighs, you fucking whore look at yourself, the tops of her stockings and garters were showing.
Phillip grabbed her skirt and began pulling it, tearing at it she fell. Phillip was holding her skirt, standing over her, jerking her skirt until it tore free. Treasure was sobbing, the tears running down her face. Treasure was on her back, with her skirt torn loose. She began to crab her way backwards away from him Phillip grabbed her foot. Treasure turned over and tried to crawl on all fours; Phillip reached up and grabbed her panties, “these too whore! I will teach you, I will teach you, I will beat the whore out of you.” Phillip jerked the panties they tore loose from her. Treasure fell on her butt. Phillip held her leg tightly. “Let me go, let me go, you bastard,” she screamed. Treasure cried, and tried to fight him off.
“How many? How many? How many cocks, have you had between your legs today whore? One, two, three. How many whore? Answer me! Phillip screamed at her. Phillip grabbed her other foot. Treasure was struggling; she was propelling herself along slowly using her hands. “I will show you whore! I will beat the whore out of you! Phillip fell on her sitting on her waist, he pinned her arms down.
“Please no!” Treasure screamed and cried “no!” Phillip slapped her face, then he slapped her again “I’ll show you whore.” He said. Treasure’s hips were writhing under him, “Now I will show you,” he said. Phillip unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them he pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants. Phillip put his feet inside her legs and pried them open, then reached down and grabbed them with his hands; he rolled Treasure’s legs up to her chest. Now whore I will show you.
Phillip drove his cock deep into Treasure. Treasure screamed. Phillip muttered each time he drove his cock into Treasure,” I will show you whore, I will fuck the whore out of you, you hear me.” Phillip’s body stiffened, “Oh you whore he said,” Phillip pushed his cock deep into Treasure, Phillip orgasmed, shooting his seed deep into Treasure’s belly.
Treasure screamed again, “No, No, No, Oh God please get off of me please don’t Treasure was beating on his arms and waist with her fist.
Phillip grabbed her arms and pinned them down. “Scream, all you want whore, no one can hear you, no one cares, and no one cares about a nasty painted whore.” Phillip said, driving his cock harder into her; Treasure screamed again.
Phillip crawled off Treasure, she rolled over to her hand and knees, she tried to crawl, run away; Phillip grabbed her by her hair, “you bitch you can’t run away from me, where will you go? Where can you run to, you painted whore.” Treasure struggled to free herself. Phillip grabbed her around the waist, he carried her to the table, threw her on it. Treasure was screaming and kicking.
Phillip held her down, he pulled the waist restraint across her and tightened it, he pulled out the stirrups from under the table catching her foot, he strapped it in the stirrup, and she kicked at him with her other foot. She tried to unlock the belt. Phillip caught her foot; he strapped it in the other stirrup. Treasure was wiggling trying to get free. Phillip took one hand and cuffed it to the waist restraint, then grabbed the other arm. Phillip slapped Treasure’s face, “shut up you whore.” He cuffed her other wrist to the waist restraint. Treasure was rocking up trying to free herself. Phillip pushed her down, he pulled the shoulder restraint across her neck and fastened it over her shoulder, and the two shoulder straps converged at her sternum just above her breasts. The center strap ran down her sternum to the waist restraint he locked it just below her breast was the chest restraint. Phillip hooked it to both sides of the table over her arms and pulled it tight. The last and final strap was around Treasure’s forehead Phillip pulled the strap tight. The only thing Treasure could move were her knees, Phillip put a spreader bar holding her knees wide apart, “mm” Phillip let out a sigh, sat down and rested.
The only movement Treasure had were, her eyes, she could wiggle her fingers, and toes, shake her body a little. Treasure was bound tight, her legs open, feet apart in the stirrup her breast exposed; Treasure was at Phillip’s mercy.
Phillip got up picked up a tray, be began to walk around the room setting the tray down opening drawers, closing drawers, cabinets being opened and closed. Treasure could hear all of this; she could hear papers and plastic being rustled, objects clinking on the metal tray. Treasure rolled her eyes to the side hoping to see what Phillip was doing. Phillip pulled a stand up to the table, and then set the tray on it. Treasure heard the water running in a sink; she heard the bristle of the brush scrubbing his hands. The water stopped, Phillip walked into view drying his hands and humming a tune. Phillip picked up a package pulled it open took out the gloves, pulled them on his hands, he snapped the fingers on one by one while watching Treasure.
Treasure, plead, "why me?" Why are you doing this? Why do you want to hurt me? Please, please, let me go! I won’t tell anyone. I won’t say a word. Please Mister. “Oh please Mister let me go.” Phillip put a ball gag in her mouth. Treasure mumbled; Phillip began to whistle. Phillip sat down on his stool, he reached up turning on operating room light and adjusting it to shine on Treasure’s crotch. Phillip pulled the cloth off the tray. The stainless steel instruments gleamed in the light. Phillip pulled up a stand with a box on it, wires of all kinds hung from the box. There were dials, knobs, and lights across the front of it, above the wires, Phillip flipped a switch, the box lit up, it came alive, and the dials lit up the meters lit showing the numbers and needles pointing to the numbers. Treasure squealed and tried to squirm out of her bindings. Phillip opened a plastic package, he pulled out a sheet, he began pulling these little tabs off, he stuck the tabs on her labia, level with her clitoris, he put otters on her pudendum at the top of her labial cleft, he put two more two inches down on her labia. He picked up the leads, and laid them across the waist restraint, he smiled, he picked up another package off the tray and grabbed at the two tabs and ripped the package open; he unrolled the catheter and put a clamp on one end, he spread Treasure’s labia pushed the inner labia back, he pushed the catheter into her urethra pushing it up until it entered the bladder, he loosed the clamp, the clear tube turned yellow with urine. Phillip put the clamped end into a collection jar and opened the clamp, her urine began to fill the jar, and the smell of urine filled the air.
Phillip began to attach the leads from the box to the little tabs he had stuck on her pudendum and her labia. Phillip exposed the little gold ring that was in her inner labia. Phillip began separating the leads and connecting them to the tabs, he had stuck on earlier.
Phillip took a speculum off the tray and inserted it in her vagina. He then pulled an anal plug off the tray, he lubed the tip and with a quick pop inserted it into her and seated it. Phillip finished connecting the leads.
Treasure felt a little tingle then the amplitude began to build, the tingle became pulses, her muscles contracted, and relaxed, her vagina began to spasm. Phillip adjusted the dials and switches her clit was vibrating with each pulse, her vagina the muscles contracting releasing in a pulsating series of spasms, then a pulse from her mound to anus caused her bladder to spasm. The pattern began to vary as Phillip adjusted and programmed the box. Treasure butt began to twitch. Treasure moaned her body shook. The pulses went from slow to fast, from mild to painful and everywhere in between it was all very chaotic, the erotic stimulation plus the added sensation of pain. Treasure was becoming aroused even though she fought against those deep-rooted feelings.
Phillip stood, he pulled the stand closer to the table, he groped her breasts squeezing them hard, and pulling her nipples until they slipped from his fingers. Phillip tore open an alcohol swab and swabbed down her breast. Then he took a needle from the tray and unwrapped it, he pulled the protective cap off, he pinched up the skin of her areola above her nipple he laid the two inch long needle on her skin, he watched the point of the needle disappear in her flesh, he pushed the needle slowly stopping to wiggle it, up or down or side to side, he wanted to stay in that layer of flesh where most of the nerves were to be found, he pushed the needle in more the point cutting through the nerves ripping them, the nerves sending pain signals to the brain. Phillip watched the needle burrow into her flesh, the outline of the needle clearly visible under the skin, when the point exited the skin a small drop of bright red blood appeared and began to die, the blood turning darkened then finally turning black. The life force of Treasure was being attacked. Phillip inserted the needle in her areola parallel to her shoulder above her nipple, the one below her nipple, he then inserted one on either side of her nipple in the areola, he inserted two more though her nipple in the shape of an X there were six needles in her areola and nipple, Phillip put six more in different locations around her breast, he did the same to the other breast. Treasure was moaning her hips rolling in rhythm to the electrical pulses. Phillip wiped the breast with another alcohol swab. Treasure shivered her body shuttered her back arched, her hands balled into fists, her body spasmed not once but five times in succession, hard spasms, her breathing was labored, her chest rose and fell in exaggeration motion with each breathe she took. Her body trembled and shivered. Treasure’s eyes rolled around in the sockets, “Oh go” she muttered her body spasmed again. Her body glistened in sweat as she flopped around restrained on the table. Phillip turned off the box, he unclipped the leads, pulled out the anal plug and speculum, and then slowly he removed the needles one by one wiping around each one with an alcohol swab. Phillip unbuckled and took off all the straps. Treasure lay there in her state of sub-space, her body limp, languid. Phillip picked her up off the table carried her to the bed, covered her up laid beside her; Mmmm I love you girl he whispered. Phillip lay there holding Treasure until they both slept.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-three Phillips death
It had been seven years four months since Treasure became the property of Phillip Dubois a grand Master in the Society De Sade. Phillip was killed in an airline disaster one year ago, Treasure hoped that a year would lapse and then she would be free from all bondage; but he had, had his eye on her since he saw her a long time ago. He had approached Phillip then about buying her; Phillip said then he would never part with his Treasure for any price, now he had her.
Treasure sat in shock, her World as she knew it had ended, her Master Phillip Dubois had died; the airplane he was on the flight from Phoenix to New Orleans had crashed two days before. She had just been notified by the airline of his death.
The telephone she held against her ear, buzzed the busy signal. Her body trembled uncontrollably, the tears dropped from her cheeks to her white silk blouse. The silk blouse now transparent where the tears had fallen. Her grip on the phone loosened, the phone fell to the floor with a crash. Treasure jumped “oh my God! What! Will I do?” She thought. Her mind racing, she was without Master Phillip. It was the first time in seven years she had been alone he had been there for her, he made the decisions on what she did, where she went, what she wore, she was lost. Her tears poured from her eyes, her beautiful emerald green eyes now swollen and red. Her makeup, what little she wore ran in streaks down her face, staining her blouse.
Treasure had lost all sense of time; she did not hear Margarete enter by the back door. Margarete hung her jacked, putting on her fresh white starched apron over her black uniform. She made coffee, Margarete thought she heard a buzzing sound and paid it no mind, when the coffee had finished she poured it in the service, added fresh cream and a bowl of sugar, she placed two china cups with their matching saucers on the tray, she placed the morning newspaper to the side. She would take the tray to Mister Phillip and Treasure in their bedroom. Margarete headed into the hall, she heard a muffled cry and the buzzing of the busy signal from the phone. Margarete rushed to the sound, she rounded the corner to the den, she saw Treasure seated crying and shaking Margarete dropped the tray spilling everything on the floor and the rug. She ran to Treasure grabbing her, “what is wrong Missy, Oh my God! What is wrong?” Treasure sobbed and stuttered, he, he, he’s d-dd-dead. Phillip’s dead. Then Treasure collapsed into her arms. “Come Missy, I am taking you to bed.” No, no, no, not there, I can’t not without him.” Come on to the guest room down here Margarete had to carry Treasure; she laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers out from under her. Margarete undressed Treasure, her blouse wet from tears, her pants wet from her urine. Margarete covered Treasure. Treasure had passed out once her head touched the pillow.
Margarete ran to the phone and called Phillip’s friend the doctor, Paul on his cell. She told him Treasure was in bad shape and she thought Mister Phillip was dead. Paul said he would be over; he had just left his house on the way to the hospital.
Margarete called Lloyd, Phillips lawyer, she told him what she knew, Mister Lloyd told her he would call the airline and find out what was what, and he would call back as soon as he knew anything.
Margarete heard the car screech to a stop at the curb and a door slammed shut. She hurried to the front door, opened it as Doctor Paul rushed by her, “where is she, woman, where is she,”
“In dare Doctor Paul in dare,”
She led Doctor Paul to where Treasure lay. Doctor Paul began to examine her, he took her blood pressure and pulse then pulled the covers back listening to her heart, he shined his light in her eyes. Doctor Paul pushed on the skin of her hand, then her arm. She has to go to the hospital now, she is seriously dehydrated it can’t wait.
“No Sir, no, you know how Missy hates the hospital, she would die there for sure,”
“Ok.” Doctor Paul took out his cell phone and called his office, he told his nurse what to bring, he read it off a list he made and bring them STAT he said and hung up. His office was twenty minutes away. He opened his bag, took out a two vials and a small black case. He opened the case picked up a syringes and needle. He gave her Valium to calm her down. “Margarete, go make me some coffee and bring me the phone”
“Yes Doctor Paul, right away.”
Margarete brought him the; phone, then made coffee while the coffee was brewing, she cleaned up what she had spilled in the den. Margarete brought Doctor Paul his coffee and then answered the door. “The doctor is in there Missy dotty.” Margarete said, pointing the way to his nurse, “there is other stuff in the trunk of the car would you get it please.” “Yes ma’am I will.” Margarete went to the car and brought in the rest of the supplies, “Dorothy start an intravenous line. Margarete hand me that stand and that box.” Doctor Paul hung two units of saline on the stand. Dorothy put the intravenous needle in Treasure’s hand and connected the tubing to the saline bag. “Start her on seven liters of oxygen. Dorothy,” Dorothy put the regulator on the tank and adjusted the flow; she draped the hose around Treasure’s ears and into her nose. “Full drip Dorothy, we need to hydrate her as quickly as we can.” “Yes Sir.” “Check her pulse and BP every 15 minutes. I will call the office and tell them to reschedule my morning appointments. Margarete, you and Dorothy, keep a close watch on her; let me know of any changes to her condition STAT.” Doctor Paul said
After three units of saline Treasure’s blood pressure, was 122 over 71 her pulse was 70, “The sedative I gave her will keep her calm and asleep for a few more hours.” Dorothy stay here and monitor her vitals,” Doctor Paul gave the syringe and the vials to Dorothy. “Any problems call me on the cell phone. I will be back this evening to check on her and Dorothy I want you to stay with her overnight unless that would create a problem for you,”
“No Doctor Paul, it will be no problem at all.” Doctor Paul gave Dorothy a kiss on her cheek. “I will be back” and he left for his office.
Missy Dorothy, “I will clean her up; she was a frightful mess when I got here,”
“I will help you; we need a bowl of warm water, soap, and some towels. Also, go to her makeup table and get her cleansing cream. I want to remove her makeup.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Late in the afternoon Lloyd called Margarete, Margarete told him, Missy Treasure was still sleeping, Missy Dotty was with her and Doctor Paul would be here soon could he call back later.
“I will come over when Paul is there; have him call my cell when he gets there,
“Yes Sir, I will, does he have dat number,”
“I will give it to you just in case he doesn’t. Margarete wrote the number down and repeated it back to Lloyd.
Margarete and Dorothy washed Treasure from head to toe taking care not to disturb her too much, Margarete cleansed her face, and they put a gown on her.
“Let her sleep,” Dorothy whispered.
At 7:30 that evening, Doctor Paul arrived; Margarete gave him Lloyd’s message. “Thank you Margarete,” Doctor Paul called Lloyd, “ok, see you shortly then, bye, bye.” “Margarete have ya’ll eaten.”
“No not yet,” Dorothy said,”
“Oh Doctor Paul, I will go fix something,” Margarete disappeared into the kitchen, soon the smell of garlic and rosemary permeated the air.
Doctor Paul examined Treasure and spoke with Dorothy. Treasure was in a state of shock, complicated by dehydration, she was now rehydrated and no longer shaky. Doctor Paul palpitated, Treasure’s belly. “Mmmm Dorothy, catheterize her, relieve the pressure on her bladder.” Yes Doctor” Dorothy gathered the equipment pulled the covers back gently spread Treasure’s legs, attached the Foley to the collection bag, lubed it and slowly pushed it into Treasure’s urethra. Treasure moaned, “I am sorry baby it will be over in a minute,” Dorothy said. The catheter entered her bladder, her urine began to fill the collection bag, “You will feel better now baby,” she hooked the bag to the side of the bed.
The doorbell rang, Margarete stepped in to say dinner was ready, Doctor Paul and Dorothy went to the dining room, and Margarete answered the door. “Good evening Mister Lloyd, follow me please, Doctor Paul is in the dining room. Would you care for dinner?”
“Yes Margarete, that would be wonderful,” Doctor Paul rose and shook, Lloyd’s hand, “How are you Lloyd?”
“The question is, how is Treasure”
“She will be ok, she needs rest, by tomorrow she will be awake. I cannot tell her mental state yet, but she should be ok physically,”
“I talked to the airline, flight 265 from Phoenix did crash, no survivors. I am afraid Phillip was on the plane. “Oh my God,” Dorothy said. Margarete stood in the doorway; she began to shake a bowl of salad crashed to the floor. Dorothy got up, took the tray from Margarete, “Margarete sit here girl,” Margarete began to cry, she turned went back in the kitchen, she mumbled,” I done buried two no good husbands now dat one good man is dead, life is no good to me, it never was, never will be.” Dorothy served the Caesar salad, Margarete returned with the garlic, rosemary, scampi, and rice pilaf. “I will be with Missy Treasure if you need me. Leave the dishes alone I will get to em later.”
“I will finish up here Margarete,” Dorothy said,” Oh Missy Dorothy; I forgot the bread and wine.”
“Margarete go to Treasure, I will handle things here.” Margarete went to Treasure’s room, sat on her bed, she held her hand, and she cried.
Doctor Paul gave Margarete a sedative when he checked on Treasure before he had coffee. Lloyd told; Paul over coffee that Phillip’s new will left all to Treasure, the bank would be in trust until the will, was probated. The airline insurance would add another million or so. Margarete would receive her retirement and a few other things. Treasure would be a very wealthy girl. Doctor Paul checked on Treasure and Margarete, Margarete was asleep holding Treasure in her arms. They will be ok. I will check on them before I go into work.
“Get some rest.” Dorothy hugged Paul and fondled his crotch; it has been a long time since we have been by ourselves, Doctor. Paul hugged Dorothy; he put both his hands-on her butt pulled her close, “yes it has my little slut.” Dorothy led Paul into the study.
Doctor Paul fondled Dorothy and kissed her; Dorothy pushed Doctor Paul against the desk and kneeled before him. Dorothy unzipped and then unbuttoned his pants; she took his semi hard cock from his boxers. Dorothy slowly put his cock in her mouth, sucking him until he was hard as steel. Dorothy fondled his sack teasing each of his balls with her hand. “Oh yes you lil slut, yes that is right, you remember how I like it mmmm.” Doctor Paul reached down, grabbed her by her hair, “come here girl and pulled her up, bent her over the desk, he pulled up her dress ripped the thong off. Doctor Paul pushed his hard throbbing cock into Dorothy’s wet whole, “oh yes slut,” he mumbled as he began to pump his cock into her. Dorothy had unbuttoned her blouse. Doctor Paul reached around grabbed her breasts, he began kneading them as he fucked her. Dorothy put her hand between her legs playing with her clit, she and Doctor Paul orgasmed at the same time. Dorothy shuddered and pushed back hard against his cock feeling his hot cum spray her cervix.
“Oh God yes, Paul fuck me harder.” Paul slammed himself against Dorothy jarring the desk, knocking over the lamp. Dorothy stood up. Doctor Paul hugged her; their mingled juices began to ooze from her, she felt the hot sticky fluid running down her legs. Paul squeezed her breasts hard, Dorothy orgasmed again, her knees giving way. Paul held her up kissing her neck, “Mmmm damned woman, you know how to fire me up don’t you.” Dorothy purred, “Again please Master this time harder.” Paul pushed her down on the desk, grabbed her hair, pulled out of her wet pussy, he pressed his cock against her anus. He rammed his cock against her ass until he entered her. Dorothy moaned, “yes you bastard fuck me.” He withdrew until only the head of his cock was in her, then with all the strength he could muster, he slammed himself into her, “take that bitch,” he said in a low guttural voice, and slammed his cock in her again and again. With each pounding stroke he slammed her as hard as he could, all the while pulling her hair, pulling her to him.
Their bodies collided, the desk humped a little farther across the floor each time Paul slammed his 230 lbs. into her.
“Oh God, yes, you bastard yes.” Dorothy pushed herself up with her hand and pushed back into each of his pounding strokes. Dorothy’s body tensed, her back bowed a low growl escaped her lips. Dorothy’s body shook, spasmed after spam rocked her. Doctor Paul grabbed her breasts, squeezed her nipples hard rolling them between his fingers. He slammed into her one more time and climaxed. Dorothy stifled a scream her legs gave way, she collapsed on her belly on the desk. Dorothy moaned staggered to her feet, “come with me, I will clean you up.” Dorothy took him to the bathroom, cleaned him with a hot cloth. Paul kissed her and went to check on Treasure. She was sleeping; her pulse was strong, “stay with her Dorothy I will drop by before I go to the office, in the morning.” Dorothy check, Treasure’s pulse and her blood pressure every hour.” Then she lay down, and covered herself with a blanket Margarete had laid out for her. Dorothy awoke to a strange sound, she sat up abruptly, and she looked around the soft glow of the morning sun lit the room. She saw Treasure sitting on the side of the bed pulling on the tubes, “stop” Dorothy said, and then rushed to her side, “how do you feel,” Treasure shook her head. “What time is it? How long have I? Treasure’s voice trembled.
“Shhh, shhh,” Dorothy said, and hugged her.
“What is all this stuff?” Dorothy told her to lie down; she deflated the Foley and pulled it out. She disconnected the IV tube and pulled the needles from her hand. Margarete had awakened from her slumber; she rose from the bed and stretched. She looked over at Dorothy and Treasure. “Oh Missy Treasure I so happy you alright, I bout worry myself to death about you.”
“Margarete please go make some coffee,” Dorothy said.
“Is it true?” Treasure said, “Is Phillip?”
Dorothy cut her off, “yes baby it is true.”
Treasure collapsed back on the bed. “What am I going to do without him?” The tears welled up in her eyes, and ran down her cheeks.
“You be ok Missy, I’m here for you, we be ok, I will take care of you, you see.” Margarete said she headed to the kitchen to make coffee.
“Come on your getting up you’re going to bathe and that is an order.”
“Yes ma’am,” Treasure answered, she got up with Dorothy’s help, and she walked her to the elevator and up to her bathroom. Dorothy started the shower while Treasure took off her robe, “in you go baby,”
Treasure stepped in the shower. Dorothy turned to leave, “no don’t go. Stay with me.” ”Ok baby, I will get you some clothes to wear,” Dorothy replied.
Treasure finished washing. Margarete and Dorothy waited for her to step out of the shower. Margarete picked up the towel and began to dry Treasure. Treasure took the other towel wrapped it around her hair and twisted it about her head. Dorothy handed Treasure a pair of pink lace thongs. Treasure put them on, then walked to the counter and applied her deodorant and some; perfumes, she put the perfume between her breasts, her pudendum, and behind her ears and neck. Treasure cried, “Why did I do that? He is gone; he will never smell my perfume again.” Treasure sat on the stool,
“All right Missy enough, stand up, I buried two no good men, I didn’t love, and one good man I loved more than life itself, now you and me, we got to go on, who is going to bury Mister Phillip, we are and we going to go on, now get up!
Margarete pulled her to her feet, “put on your shirt, hurry up Missy, come on, now them jeans, we ain’t got all day Missy, I ain’t letting you set here and wad all up, and be an old woman like me! Missy you heard me!”
“Yes ma’am,” Treasure mumbled. Treasure slipped on her jeans then her shoes,
“Come on now, Missy we going downstairs, you need to eat,” Treasure followed Margarete and Dorothy like an automaton slowly descending the wide circular stairs. Treasure’s only now thought how quiet the house was. Peaches appeared from nowhere running up to her rubbing his face on Treasure’s leg, “hey cat where you have been,”
Margarete said. “Dat dam cat been hiding all the time, you were sick. Now he is hungry like me.” Margarete led the procession into the kitchen followed up by Peaches the fuzzy cat.
COMING OF AGE
“The unwanted journey to dominance”
Chapter Twenty-four Funeral Arrangements
It was 8 p.m. when Lloyd arrived. Dorothy sat with Treasure. Margarete was busy in the kitchen. Lloyd rang the bell. “I will get it Margarete,” Dorothy said. Dorothy answered the door, “come in Lloyd, we’re in the den.” Dorothy led the way; she offered Lloyd a seat beside Treasure,
“How are you Treasure,” Lloyd asked.
“I am ok I guess,” Treasure responded.
“Treasure I know this is going to be difficult for you but it has to be done. I have arranged for Phillip’s remains be returned to New Orleans, to Richars Funeral Home down on Canal. Phillip made all the arrangements for his funeral with them years ago; there is a trust fund set up just for his funeral. I am sorry Treasure. It will have to be a closed casket funeral, he was badly burned.”
With tears in her eyes Treasure said, “How did it? Why did it happen?”
From what I learned from the airline and from talking to the people, I know at the FAA, it seems the plane encountered a microburst on takeoff. They crashed ½ mile from the airport, there was not enough time for the pilot to react to correct what was happening. The microburst warning system sounded the alarm, at the same time the plane was in trouble. He was a very experienced pilot I am sure he did the best he could.”
Treasure sniffled, “I don’t blame him, and I just want Master back.” “I know you do Treasure, I know you do.” Dorothy sat down beside Treasure and put her arm around her, Treasure leaned into her resting her head on Dorothy’s shoulder.
“Phillip’s body will arrive tomorrow; he will be taken straight to Richards.” “I want to see him,” Treasure cried. “Treasure honey, you would not recognize him.” I will not let you see him, he is burnt beyond Recognition.”
Treasure squalled, Dorothy held her tightly.
Margarete heard Treasure crying, she came into the den to see if she could help. “Margarete get Treasure a short drink.” Dorothy nodded in approval; Margarete poured a Napoleon brandy for Treasure, “Would you care for one Mister Lloyd,”
“Yes I would, thanks Margarete.” Margarete returned with a Napoleon for Mister Lloyd and Dorothy, “Now you know Missy Dotty, I wouldn’t forget you.”
Dorothy smiled, “thanks Margarete.”
“There will be a reception at the funeral home tomorrow night at 7 p.m. Then one at Thursday the service will be [at 12:00] at the old stone church in Jackson square from there Phillip will be taken by horse drawn Hearst preceded by the parade de la mordent the Baton de blanc, we will follow on foot to Central Cemetery, Phillip will be interred in the family crypt,” he said.
Treasure cried harder, Lloyd patted Treasure’s leg,
“I will be by to get you tomorrow at 5:30, and there are some papers you will sign at the funeral parlor, before the reception.” Treasure nodded. “Margarete I want you to come with Treasure tomorrow.”
“Mister Lloyd I will be wid her everywhere, until Missy Treasure needs me no more.” Margarete replied.
“I will be with her as well Lloyd. Paul can do without me for awhile, I have vacation time coming, and I am going to use it.” Dorothy said.
Treasure was dressed in a black tailored suit, Margarete and Dorothy stood by her in the funeral parlor. Treasure signed the papers. In addition, Lloyd handed them a check.
Treasure, Margarete, Dorothy and Lloyd entered the reception hall at the other end was a mahogany coffin covered and surrounded by flowers, from one wall to the other wall were hundreds of beautiful flower arrangements. “Who are all those flowers from?” Mister Richer handed Treasure a list of those who had sent flowers. Treasure barely recognized a third of the names. By 9:30 the parade of visitors had dwindled to a very few. Treasure had shaken hands, been kissed one man even tried to cop a feel, of the more than 450 people including; governors from three states, twelve congressman, two U.S. Senators, bankers, stock brokers, lawyers and business men. Treasure could not believe how many people attended the reception; one senator gave Treasure an envelope marked White House Washington, D.C. The senator said, “He was to tell, Treasure the President sends his condolences and he was sorry he could not attend the funeral.” Doctor Paul, Lloyd, Dorothy, and Margarete stood beside Treasure through the whole ordeal. When the last mourner left, Treasure said, “Thank God this is over where is the bathroom? I have to pee. Margarete led Treasure to the nearest restroom.
Lloyd drove Treasure home. On the way home Treasure asked him, “who were all those people?” How did Phillip know so many people and the President?” Treasure knew Phillip went to the office, and sometimes did work at home. Treasure knew Phillip worked for Delta National Bank as President, but did not really know what he did at the bank.”
“Uh Treasure, Phillip was the bank, he owned the majority of the stock in the bank, his great grand daddy JP started it in 1842, it was the only bank in New Orleans that did not fail in the Civil War, or back in the 30’s when all the other banks in New Orleans did. Paul and I have been friends of Phillip’s since we were in grade school. Phillip asked his dad to send Paul and me to college. Phillip said, “Our families were too poor to send us.” His daddy sent me to Tulane and Paul to LSU then Emory Medical School. I became a Lawyer and have worked for his daddy and Phillip since I passed the Bar exam.
“Oh my, I never knew he never told me.”
“Paul and I owe what we are today to Phillip, and to his father, and those people tonight at the reception owe the Dubois for where they are today as well. I once asked Mister Dubois, what I owed him for college; he told me there was a big difference between a loan and a gift. He said, you have a legal obligation to repay a loan, and with a gift, you have to have the moral responsibility and courage to use that gift to its fullest and not to squander it. Son I gave you a gift, if you want a loan come down to the bank. Mister Dubois said no more about it. I thanked him, he said his thanks would be seeing me make something of myself, and then he told me he was busy and get the hell out of his office.” Treasure noticed Lloyd’s eyes were moist, a tear formed in the corner of his eye. Lloyd looked out the widow then wiped his eyes.
Treasure folded her hands in her lap and looked down. The rest of the ride to Treasure’s house was in silence.
The following day was a blur from beginning to end. Treasure knew she was at the church, she knew she walked to the cemetery; she even watched them slide Phillip’s casket into the tomb. Treasure could not recall what had really taken place the whole day was a dream, a very bad dream.
The days and nights came and went; Treasure walked around the house and sulked. If it had not been for Margarete and Dorothy Treasure would have wasted away to nothing. Margarete became her drill instructor. Dorothy was her shoulder to cry on and a voice of reason to her. Treasure would sleep and dream. Her thoughts returning to distant memories, her parents her training, she dreamed about the first time, she met Master Phillip.
A Tomcat with a scarred face, and claw torn ears, a cat who appeared in the yard one day out of the blue as Treasure sat in her lounge chair tanning. Treasure remembered, he walked up to her like, he owned the place, jumped up on the lounge where I was sitting, he sat down looked at me those big golden eyes, and he meowed as if to say, “hey there woman feed me already, “I am hungry.” His coloring was the same color as the Peach she was eating. “OK – Peaches,” she said rubbing his head; “let’s find you something to eat.” Peaches followed Treasure in the house.
“Oh Missy, shoo cat shoo, you let that dam cat in.”
“Come here Peaches,” Treasure picked him up, isn’t he beautiful, Margarete shook her head, “Mister Phillip gone to blow his tops bout that dam cat Missy.”
Treasure laughed, “What can we feed him.”
“We feed him! Oh! No Missy, I don’t feed a dam cat.”
Treasure looked around the kitchen; she looked in the pantry for something to feed him. Peaches followed her every step winding in and out of her legs, “Oh here we go a can of salmon,” Treasure opened the can spooned it onto a saucer, Peaches smelled the salmon and jumped on the counter,”
“Missy I draws de lines that dam cat don’t do no pussy footing, on my counters.”
Peaches had stuck his head in the saucer gobbling the salmon. Treasure set them both on the floor. Peaches protested; the move with a growl. Treasure watched the cat eat. The salmon disappeared leaving only a trace of film on the saucer. Peaches sat licking his face then his paw to clean himself.
“Ok, let’s go outside,” Peaches followed her out the door.
“Missy do you want coffee,” Margarete said. Peaches meowed loudly, Treasure snapped back from her thoughts, “yes Margarete I do.” Treasure’s thoughts returned to the present.
“Dorothy what will I do now?” Treasure said between sips of her coffee.
“Doctor Paul will be here soon and Mister. Lloyd. I called dem when you were in da shower.” Margarete said.
“I’m sure they will know what to do baby,” Dorothy said. The three of them sat quietly around the table, Peaches perched himself on Treasure’s lap purring while Treasure stroked his head and rubbed his ears.
Doctor Paul was the first to arrive, entering by the back door. He saw Treasure and Dorothy sitting at the table. Margarete was pouring coffee. “Doctor Paul would you like coffee,
“Yes, I would, thank you Margarete.”
Dorothy and Treasure looked at Doctor Paul,
“Hey Paul” Treasure said softly.
“Good morning Treasure and good morning Dotty.”
“Hey Paul,” Dorothy said coyly. Dorothy looked tired, her hair was un-brushed, and her makeup smeared, her crisp white nurse’s uniform had more wrinkles than an old wadded up newspaper.
Treasure looked as if she had died, those once shining emerald green eyes were dull and lifeless, and the bloom of color once prominent in her cheeks was now the pale drawn color of chalk. Her once shining red hair hung about her as if it too had died.
Doctor Paul sat at the table, “Dorothy, I want you to go home get cleaned up and get some rest Doctor’s orders.”
Treasure looked at Dorothy with a pleading look of don’t go in her eyes. Dorothy saw the look, “No I won’t go, I will stay here with my baby, I am sure Margarete can find me something to wear.”
“Dorothy you—“
“No Paul I am staying here.
Paul knew he wouldn’t win this round.
Treasure sighed, a sigh of relief.
Margarete set a cup of coffee in front of Doctor Paul, she whispered, “you don’t win here mid us womens, we sticking together so don’t even try you here. Missy Dotty I will find you something to wear. Dey will be in the guest bath, ok.”
“Fine,” Dorothy exclaimed
Doctor Paul looked at Treasure, “Now what are we going to do with you,” Treasure shrugged, “I am going to prescribe something for your depression nothing harsh just something to take the edge off. I will call it in. Margarete can pick it up down the street at Pilchard’s Drugs.”
Mister Lloyd walked in the kitchen from the front hall. No one locked the door last night. You’re lucky you didn’t have visitors,
“Fat chance, I skin em alive dey fools come in here.” Margarete said.
Lloyd laughed he knew she would. Lloyd sat at the table Dorothy poured him some coffee, “thanks Dotty, Mmmm good brew.” Lloyd looked at Paul and Treasure, “well, where are we, how’s our Treasure this morning.”
“She is tired, depressed, and sad; but other than that, her health is good.”
“I have made arrangements to have Phillip’s body brought to New Orleans and his funeral arrangements will be done according to his will. He is to be buried in the family crypt,” Lloyd said.
Treasure began to cry, Dorothy looked at Lloyd with a scowl, “how insensitive you men are! This could have waited a little while you know.”
“Ok, Ok, I will be back tonight. It has to be done and we will do it tonight.”
Doctor Paul walked with Lloyd to the door. He told him all about Treasure’s condition. Lloyd said his goodbyes.
Doctor Paul wrote the prescription for Zoloft, Pilchards said, “They would deliver,” Mister Pilchard had known Mister Phillip for a long time, ever since Phillip’s daddy bought his cigars there many years ago. Doctor Paul expressed his thanks. “Margarete Mister Pilchard will bring the pills here to the house.”
Mister Pilchard delivered the pills, and expressed his sincere condolences to Treasure, and he asked if there was anything else, he could do for them. Margarete thanked him. Then told him to skedaddle, Dey had things to do. Mister Pilchard knew Margarete all too well, he chuckled, “Anything you need you call me you hear me Margarete.”
“Go on – shoo,” Margarete pushed him out the door.
Pilchard laughed all the way to his car.
Doctor Paul said, “Margarete that nice man brought those pills to you weren’t you a little rude to him.”
“Dat nice man as you say, always try to pinch me behind when I go in his store.”
“Well Margarete you do have a nice butt.”
“Don’t you start with me; I will put you out dat door too. Ya hear me Mister Doctor Paul.”
Paul laughed, “Ok, ok” I am going to the office; call me if you need me. “We don’t need no man now, we women’s got to be grieving afore we gives dat send off for Mister Phillip. Now you shoo, we gots tings to do.” Margarete said with huff.
“Yes ma’am,” Doctor Paul nodded, “I will check on you tonight. Doctor Paul left the way he had come in. “Miss Dotty, you go take a shower, I will watch Missy,” Margarete said. She started cleaning the kitchen, “Missy Treasure you take dat pill now.” She handed her a glass of cold water. Treasure took her pill rank some of the water. “Missy Treasure, I gone to make you some ting to ate, you like it just fine.”
Treasure mumbled, “I’m not hungry Margarete,”
“Missy Treasure you have to eat, you waste away to nutting you know. I won’t allow you to waste yourself away.’
“I will try to eat a little.”
“Dats a good girl Missy Treasure.
Dorothy returned from her shower, she wore clothes that barely fit her tall frame, but they fit. Dorothy sat down to the aroma of breakfast cooking, “Mmmm that smells so good,” Dorothy said, “I am hungry.” Peaches yowled and jumped from Treasure’s lap walked boldly to Margarete and sat there waiting for handouts. Margarete said, “I don’t dat cat any handouts,” but Peaches knew better, Margarete accidently dropped a piece of sausage on the floor, Peaches pounced on it as it hit the floor. Dorothy laughed, Margarete said, “Sum accident does happen like dat ya know.”
Margarete served breakfast; fresh squeezed orange juice, her special homemade sausage, scrambled eggs, toasted muffins, butter, clover honey, and coffee. Margarete set the breakfast n front of Treasure and Dorothy then turned to go to the kitchen, “Margarete eat with us,” Treasure said. “I want you here.”
“But Missy Treasure, Mister Phillip don't like me oh Missy Treasure I am so sorry forgive me.”
“Margarete sit” Dorothy went to the kitchen to get Margarete’s breakfast. Dorothy and Margarete ate while Treasure picked at her plate. Dorothy put her hand on Treasure’s hand, “baby you have to eat, Paul said, if you don’t I have to hook you up and feed you by the IV.” Treasure looked at Dorothy with tears in her eyes,
“Ok” she said, I will eat some.” Long after Margarete and Dorothy had finished their breakfast, Treasure finished hers. The truth was Peaches caught a lot of accidents that day, he lay on his side, his belly fat, and round and he slept. Dorothy and Margarete both knew where Treasure’s breakfast was. Dorothy and Treasure went into the den. Dorothy sat on the sofa, Treasure curled up beside her. Dorothy stroked her hair with her hand. “It will be ok baby,” Dorothy said.
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