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Subj: "Kathy" I-5 (230 lines)

This is my first effort at posting on A.S.S.M.  It is the first section of a
book that runs 26 chapters.  Whether or not the rest is posted depends on the
reaction   or lack of one to this effort.  Comments (of any kind) will be
appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.  Although this is
substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers
apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.
Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"
(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II
Chapter 5

   Kathy was awakened by the sound of her door opening suddenly as Julie
rushed into the room.  "Honey, I just received terrible news!  I got a call
from a man at the hospital.  Sam Jenkins has been admitted in critical
condition.  They don't expect him to live, and he's asking for you." 
   Kathy leaped out of bed.  "But that's impossible!  He was here just a
couple of hours ago!" 
   "Kathy, Sam knew he was in trouble.  He told me a little about it before he
left.  He paid me to keep you off duty.  Do you want to go see him?  You don't
have to, you know.  He's just another john."

   Kathy frowned.  'Sam, another john?  Not in a million years!'  She suddenly
realized she had meant what she said a few hours ago.  She *did* love him and
had to go to him.  She headed for the door.

   "Not so fast, Hon.  You can't go out on the street like that!" 
   Only then did Kathy realize that she was headed out the door stark naked.
"But I don't have anything to wear!  Sam asked me about clothes earlier today.
I really don't have any." 
   "I'll see what I can find.  I'm sure we can get you something."  Julie
moved quickly.  She was a very large woman, about five feet ten inches tall
and weighing almost two hundred pounds.  A few minutes later she came back
with a dress over her arm.  "It's not much, but I think it will do.  You have
a pair of shoes, and we found a raincoat that you can wear.  Kathy quickly put
on the dress.  It was long enough, but was made for a woman at least twenty
pounds heavier than she was.  On her it hung like a tent.  Julie looked her
over.  "I think we can make do with a belt and some safety pins.  Let's try."

   A few minutes later, Kathy left the house and got into a taxi waiting at
the curb.  Arriving at the hos pital she asked at the reception desk for Sam
Jenkins and received a very strange look from the woman behind the desk.
After finding a note on her desk she asked, "Are you Katherine Smith?"

   "Yes, I am."

   "Mr. Jenkins is in a private room on the fifth floor.  His doctor left word
that you are to go to him as soon as you arrive.  The nurse on duty will show
you to his room." 
   A few minutes later Kathy was shown into Sam's room.  It was dark with only
the night light burning along with a little light that spilled in from the
hall.  Quietly, she made her way to the bed and found Sam lying on his back
peering in her direction.  "Kathy, is that you?" 
   "It's me, Sam."  she whispered.  "What's happened?"

   "I'm sorry to bother you like this, Kathy.  I guess you knew something
wasn't right when I saw you this afternoon.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to go
all gushy on you the way I did.  The doctor told me I'm very sick, and won't
be around much longer, but I didn't realize it would be this fast."  He looked
at her with love in his eyes.  "Kathy, would you do me a tremendous favor?" he
asked. 
   "Of course, Sam.  Anything."

   "Would you get in bed with me and just hold me?  The staff won't know.  I'm
supposed to be left alone if you came.  The doctor left word that you would
keep an eye on me." 
   Kathy hung up the shabby coat, slipped off her shoes and the dress and went
towards the bed.  Since she was wearing no underwear, she was again completely
nude.  Parting the covers she slipped into the bed beside him.  His body felt
cold.  Sam was wearing only the standard short hospital gown that opened in
the back.  She nestled up to him and pulled him close to her body to warm him.
His arms closed around her, and he kissed her lips and her hair.  Reaching
down she found his genitals and gently caressed them with her fingers. 
   Sam sighed and murmured, "Kathy, you're wonderful.  Can you just hold me
where you're holding me now?"  There was no sexual reaction from him, but his
body seemed to warm from the close contact with hers.  After she kissed him
softly on the lips his eyes closed, and he slept.  Awhile later, she was
awakened by Sam's hand gripping hers tightly.  He gasped, "Kathy, I love you!"
His grip loosened, and she felt his body go limp.  When he did, she pushed the
emergency call button and leaped out of bed.

   As she quickly slipped into the old black dress, she heard staff rushing
down the hallway towards them.  A doctor came in and quickly examined the old
man.  "I'm afraid he's gone," he said, raising the sheet over Sam's head.
Turning to Kathy he said, "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Smith.  He was a wonderful
gentleman.  I don't know where we would be today if it hadn't been for all his
support.  I understand that you are his only living relative, so I imagine you
will be making the necessary arrangements.  Please accept our deepest sympathy
in your loss."  Kathy was stunned.  She now realized why it had been so easy
to see Sam after hours in his private room and why she had been allowed to
stay.  They thought she was his only relative! 
   Just then another nurse came into the room.  "Miss Smith, following Mr.
Jenkins' instruc tions, we've contacted Attorney Ferguson at his home.  We
told him that you were here during Mr. Jenkins last hours.  He asked if you
could please wait for him here at the hospital.  He is on his way."

   Kathy didn't know what to do.  Just then a man entered the room and
introduced himself as the senior duty hospital administrator.  "Would you care
to wait for Mr. Ferguson in the Administra tor's office?  You look very pale,
Miss Smith.  Could I send down to the cafeteria for some food for you while
you're waiting?"

   "Thank you so much.  That would be very nice," she replied. 
   They went down in the elevator to the Administrator's office and a few
minutes later an orderly appeared carrying a tray which he put on the desk.
Kathy suddenly realized she was starving.  She hadn't eaten all day.  It was
all she could do to keep from appearing ravenous to the duty administrator who
continued talking about the way the hospital had just lost its greatest
benefac tor.  Kathy was bewil dered:  They couldn't be talking about the Sam
she knew.  He just existed on his pension and Kathy had always felt guilty.
She thought he was spending more money with Julie for her time than he was
spending on himself.  'What is going on?' she wondered.

   Minutes later, there was a knock on the door.  A well-dressed man came into
the office and approached Kathy with his arms outstretched.  When she rose
from her chair, he folded her into them.  "Kathy, it's so good to see you
again.  My deepest sympathies on your uncle's passing.  I'm so glad you were
able to be here during his last moments.  How are you?" 
   'My uncle?' thought Kathy.  'I don't have an uncle.  In fact I don't think
I have any relatives at all.  Who *is* this man?'

   "Kathy, I think the staff has everything under control as far as your late
uncle is concerned.  Since you just got into town and have no place to stay,
why don't you come out to my house for the rest of the night.  I know my wife,
Belle, will be delighted to see you again, and she asked me specifically to
extend the invitation.  Will you come?"

   Kathy allowed herself to be led away.  At the main entrance a big limousine
was parked with its motor idling.  When the driver saw them approach, he
jumped out of the car and rushed around to open the door for them.  She got in
followed by Attorney Ferguson.  As the limousine slowly moved away, Ferguson
turned to face her.  "Do you drink?  No?  Well, I think you need one anyway."
He opened a compartment behind the front seat and poured a drink for Kathy and
one for himself.  "It's fine cognac.  I think we both need it."  Kathy took a
sip.  She had never had cognac before.  In fact, she could count the number of
drinks of liquor she had ever had on the fingers of one hand.  Julie felt that
drinking was very bad for Kathy's image.  Some of the other girls drank
heavily, and at least a few were alcoholics.  Nevertheless, she found that the
cognac warmed her insides.

   The lawyer continued, "I'm sorry about the charade in there.  Sam said you
could do it, and you pulled it off magnificently in spite of wearing a dress
that looks like a Salvation Army reject.  Sam loved you deeply.  He said you
would pass for a queen wearing rags.  You know what?  You just did!  By the
way, my name is Bob Ferguson, Kathy.  As you've undoubtedly gathered, I'm Sam
Jenkins' attorney.  As far as we can find out, you are not related to Sam in
any way.  For that matter, neither is anyone else, so you are his sole
beneficiary.  But we'll discuss all that after the funeral."

   The car rolled up a winding driveway to a majestic home.  The door opened
and a matronly woman rushed out.  Folding Kathy into her arms she said,
"Welcome, Kathy.  I've heard so much about you from Sam.  I'm Belle Ferguson,
Bob's wife.  Bob, have Saunders bring Kathy's baggage up to the guest bedroom
while we get acquainted for a few minutes.  Good Heavens!  It's nearly six
o'clock.  Kathy, would you like some breakfast while we talk."  Turning back
to her husband she said, "Bob, the poor dear hasn't even been to bed yet!" 
   Bob Ferguson looked at Kathy and then looked at his wife in amused
exasperation.  "Honey, Kathy has no luggage.  What she has, she's wearing, and
it isn't much.  Kathy, our daughter, Sandy is about your size.  Although most
of her clothes are with her at school, I think there may still be a few things
around.  Belle, would you mind taking a look?" 
   Kathy followed Bob up the stairway into a beautiful bedroom with its own
private bath.  A few moments later, Belle entered the room.  "All I could find
were some tennis outfits.  Would you mind, Kathy?"

   "Of course not," said Kathy, hugging the old raincoat around her, "I'm sure
whatever you find will be just fine."

   Kathy took the garments from the woman and the couple left the room,
closing the door after them.  Since Belle had suggested that Kathy might want
to freshen up a bit first, she went into the bathroom and found the Fergusons
were equipped for unexpected guests.  In the medicine cabinet Kathy found a
new toothbrush, toothpaste and all of the other cleansing essentials.
Stripping off the coat and dress she flung them back into the bedroom.  After
brushing her teeth she luxuriated in the shower.  She hadn't felt so good in
years in spite of her lack of sleep.  Returning to the bedroom she hung the
coat and dress in the closet and picked up the tennis outfit.  'Uh, oh,' she
thought.  'I have no underwear.  But I guess it's better than walking around
the house naked.  This isn't that kind of house.'  She slipped on a pair of
shorts and put on the tennis top.  Looking at herself in the mirror   a good
one, for a change   she examined herself critically.  The shorts looked great
with her long legs.  The top fit all right but her nipples protruded.  'Oh,
well, they feature underwear that isn't supposed to show lines.  Mine is just
extra good.'

   She found the Fergusons in the breakfast room.  In spite of the early hour,
the cook was about to serve.  Belle commented on how beautiful Kathy looked,
making no comment about her underwear or lack of it.  Following breakfast, Bob
asked her to join him in his study.  "Please sit down, Kathy.  There are some
things I have to talk to you about.  First, you are now a very rich young
woman.  Sam had a great deal of money.  Over the last few years I think he saw
the end was near, so he liquefied his estate.  Now it's composed almost
entirely of cash and marketable securities.  I don't expect any problems with
its valuation or the probate of it." 
   Ferguson smiled warmly and continued, "Kathy, Sam asked me to look after
you.  I hope you will allow me to.  Incidentally, I am more than amply taken
care of.  Sam also made some specific bequests.  For example, the hospital
where we were tonight will receive a very pleasant surprise.  I know a bit
about your background, but I'm the only one who does.  Belle thinks you are
Sam's niece and she knows you are his only heir.  It might be a good idea if
you let her take you clothes shopping later today.

   "Incidentally, I have one very confidential telephone call to make to a
woman named Julie, who I believe you know.  I'll be making the call very soon.
I would like to drive you over there to clean out your room, if its all right
with you.  And I think it would be much better to go in my car rather than
having Saunders drive us, don't you?"

   Kathy's head was spinning.  She didn't know what to say and wasn't in any
condition to say anything.  She just nodded at his comments.  "I think I need
some sleep," Kathy said finally.  She went up the stairs and into her room.
Stripping off her clothes, she crawled into bed and was almost immediately
asleep.

   She was awakened in the late afternoon by a knock on her door.  "It's me,"
Bob Ferguson said.  "Do you feel like taking a ride?"

   "Give me five minutes, please, Mr. Ferguson, and I'll be right with you."
Kathy raced into the bathroom, took a quick shower and put on the tennis
outfit again.  Taking the old coat out of the closet, she carried it over her
arm.  Ferguson was in the hallway waiting for her as she descended the stairs.

   "Good thinking.  Tennis shorts would be a little out of place where we're
going."  They went out and got into Ferguson's car, an inconspicuous Chevrolet
Cavalier.  "I thought that this car would be a bit less obtrusive," he said.

   They arrived at Julie's.  Kathy had noted that Ferguson needed no
directions to get there.  It was just as well because she left the house so
seldom, she wasn't sure she could have found it herself.  He waited in the car
while Kathy went into the house.  The first person she saw was Julie who
gathered her into her arms.  "I heard about Sam, Hon.  I'm very sorry.  Mr.
Ferguson tells me we're losing you, and I feel badly.  Badly for me, not for
you.  You're much too good for this business.  Kathy, I truly love you.  I
don't know how you do it.  It's a dirty business, but somehow you always
stayed clean.  We'll miss you.  Now, is there anything you want to take with
you?"

   "I would like to check my room, please, Julie."  She went upstairs and
entered the room in which she had spent so much time.  She took the little
bottle of Chanel and the new Bible that Sam had given her the day he died.
There was nothing else worth taking. 
   When she went back downstairs, Julie was waiting with a fat brown envelope.
"This is money for you, Kathy.  You may not want it or need it, but you
certainly earned it.  I'll miss you."  A couple of the other girls came in and
said goodbye.  Then Kathy opened the door and went back to the car.  With the
closing of the car door, Kathy closed a chapter in her life.

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