A New Life for Dr. Mitchel

Her voice was tender, and her compassion was real. This time the pause was a little longer, and the silence was interrupted by a buzzer. Trish jumped up and picked up a phone. "This is Trish, What's up?" Marsh could hear a voice, but couldn't make out the contents of the brief message. "I'll be right out."

With that Trish told Marsh she would be right back, and walked quickly to the door that went from her apartment, to the hotel office. When she returned, she was shaking her head, and said, "There are some people you just can't please." Marsh just let it go at that, and took a sip of his water. As he started to set the glass down, Trish picked it up and went to the kitchen to refresh the ice, and refill the glasses.

Giving Marsh his water glass, Trish sat down on the couch, close to him. "Where were we?"

"Well I haven't moved, and you were over in that chair." Marsh pointed to the rocking chair. "And you never answered my question."

Trish nodded. "You're right. I'd like a little information first. When you asked the question, you clouded up, and looked like we were going have rain. What was that about?"

Marsh turned to face Trish. He bent one knee and pulled his leg up in front of himself.

"OK. You're right. Trish, we were having a nice conversation and I dug into something I thought might get me in trouble. I was watching your eyes to see if I was going to be in deeper than I would be able to get out. Your eyes reminded me of my wife's eyes. I think I should back up a bit."

"We've known each other for less than twelve hours. When I walked into this hotel, you walked out to the front desk. I took one look at you, and thought to myself, "I'd like a piece of that." I was not having pure thought s."

"The first time you told me that if I needed anything you wanted me to just ask. I figured that was part of the welcome for all your guests. Then when I was leaving for dinner, you said it again, and I was planning to "get lucky" when I came down here with my laundry. I was planning to try to get in your panties."

"We've been sitting here getting to know each other, and I really want to get to know you now. In the last hour I have been reminded of how I should treat a lady, always. I was thinking of my late wife. Your eyes are so similar I thought you could be her sister. I don't want to jump in the sack and bang you like a cheap whore. I want to get to know you and if something stronger grows between us I'd like that. You're a beautiful woman, Trish, from the inside out, not just a pretty face, and hot body. Though, as I see it you have those, as well."

"Oh God Trish, I starting to go off on a wild tangent. You're gonna hate me before I get a chance to get to know the fantastic lady I'm learning to like. Shut up Mitchel. You're making an ass out of yourself." The last bit was Marshall muttering to himself.

Marsh reached out with his left hand and touched Trish's arm. "I'm sorry Trish. I get emotional when I think about Becky and Elise. It seems I just start babbling." Marsh closed his eyes and hung his chin on his chest.

Trish leaned forward, put her left hand on Marsh's leg, and with her right hand she lifted Marsh's chin. She waited for Marsh to open his eyes, before speaking to him.

"Marshall Mitchel, Stop beating yourself up. You are not babbling, and you are certainly not going to make me hate you. You are opening up and sharing emotions. I like it. Now maybe I should answer your original question. I know now, a bit of where it came from."

"I meant what I said, the way you took it. I wanted you to come in here and bang me like the cheap whore you were talking about. Now you've treated me like a lady, and I'm not even sure how to act. You see Marsh, I've been the cheap whore, more than you can imagine. Let me start near the beginning."

"My mother died of breast cancer, when I was ten. My father started drinking and started to abuse me. He got me pregnant when I was twelve, and I ran away from him. I had twins just after I turned thirteen. I was way too young, so the twins were adopted out. No one wanted two babies, so they went to two different couples, and I have no idea where they went."

"My mom's brother started to try to take care of me. My drunken father killed himself in a late night car crash. And since I had no respect for myself I turned into the cheap slut that banged the football team, in high school, and whoever else wanted an easy lay." I was into and out of relationships several times a year or a month however it worked out."

"Uncle Jimmy kept trying to help me, and finally six years ago I got beat up pretty bad by some guy I didn't even know, but was fucking anyway. I woke up in the hospital. Uncle Jimmy took me home. Had a nurse come in to take care of me, and when I was able, he gave me a job at his hotel, as a maid. I've kept out of trouble since then, and worked my way up to manager here. I haven't been with a man since I got out of the hospital."

"When you walked into the lobby, I saw a big, strong, nice looking guy. I started to feel things, and reacted by thinking I could seduce you." Uncle Jimmy has been trying to help me build up my self-respect. I have never had much of that since daddy used me as his personal sex slave. Now you've gone and told me I'm beautiful from the inside out, and now I want to get to know you, too. I still want to be with you, but it's not the same drive as it was."

Trish's eyes were misty by this time and Marsh reach over, picked her up, and pulled her into his lap. His arms went around Trish, pulling her head down to his chest. Marsh hugged her to him and placed a kiss on Trish's forehead.

"Trish, don't ever let me treat you like a cheap whore. I would gladly make slow passionate love to you, but I never want to treat you like less than a lady. Now I've got to ask you another personal question."

"Do you have protection? I like you too much not to use it. We've known each other for almost twelve hours. I think I know you well enough to trust you, but not to trust me."

Trish looked up at Marsh with a bit of a smile, and Marsh brushed her hair and tears off of her face.

"Are you gonna try playing the doctor card on me now? Give me the safety lecture I didn't get before daddy got me pregnant?"

"Trish, you were a kid. Your father should have protected you. Instead he took advantage of you. It's a good thing he killed himself, or I'd have to take care of that. By the way, you said Uncle Jimmy, who is your uncle?"

"Uncle Jimmy is James Turner. He told me you were coming here, and told me to give you the royal treatment. He left out the part about you being so nice to look at. And he certainly didn't tell me you would be so nice to me. Most of the guys he warns me about, because they are the former military guys that work for him. I thought you would be one of those guys. I've been able to avoid getting involved with them, so far. You're different."

"Thank you, I think," replied Marshal. "Oh yeah, about the playing doctor thing. That sounds like something I did long before I got my MD, and if I remember correctly, with the right girls, it was a lot of fun."

Trish slapped Marshall on the shoulder. "You are a bad boy, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but as Tim would say, I'm a real good man," came Marshall's quick response. "On that note, I think I should finish folding my laundry, and take my dog out for a little walk, and he'll probably like a chance to water somebody's tire, or a tree."

Marsh held Trish to him as he stood up. He gave her a chance to put her feet on the floor, and bent enough to look her straight in the eyes. "Would you mind if I kiss you?"

"Oh God, no." Trish returned Marshall's look. "Please, I was hoping you would."

Marsh's lips brushed Trish's cheek, as his right thumb lightly caressed her bottom lip. He replaced his thumb with his lips, and a quick, gentle kiss was followed with another not as gentle, then Marsh's tongue began to brush Trish's lips, which opened to allow Marsh to polish her teeth a little before they were both waging a war in each other's mouth.

Marsh's hands caressed lightly down, and back up Trish's back. Her arms were around Marsh's neck, and her fingers were running through his shoulder length hair.

Marsh stopped his hands at Trish's waist, and pulled his face back away far enough to inhale a deep breath. "Wow! A guy could get addicted to your kisses in a big hurry. Can I talk you into walking with me? I need to let Wolf out. I'd like to continue this experience though. I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

Trish smiled up at Marsh's happy face. "I'd love to give you a tour of our parking lot, Marsh. Maybe we can call it a security check, and you can write off the expense of the trip." Trish kept her arms around Marsh's neck. "By the way, what was the hard object poking me in the butt, while I was sitting on your lap?"

Marsh reached up and took Trish's hands from behind his head. Letting one drop, he held the other and led Trish to her laundry room. "I got clothes to fold. You are welcome to watch, or join the fun, but it needs to be done. I hope you don't mind."

Again Trish returned Marsh's smile. She stepped beside him and between the two of them they had his clean clothes folded in short order. The clothes were stacked in his laundry bag. And the two of them walked out the door, down the hall, and towards Marsh's suite.

Wolf jumped up and greeted them as they walked into the room. Marshall said "Hi" to his dog, and invited Trish to have a seat, while he put the clothes away. She followed him into the bedroom, plopped down on the end of his bed, and watched him put some stuff in the dresser and hang up the rest.

Wolf had followed them into the bedroom. He jumped up on the bed behind Trish. As Marsh was hanging his clothes in the closet, Trish gave a short gasp. Wolf had pushed his cold nose under her arm, and lifted it to get her hand up where he could lay his head on her leg, with Trish's hand on his head.

Marsh laughed. "You're looking to score too, aren't you old boy?"

Trish brushed her hand down Wolf's back, and lifted it back to his head. After repeating that motion a couple times, Trish settled her hand on the big dog's neck, and scratched him behind his ears.

"Obliviously a boy," Trish laughed. He's just working on getting the girl's hands on him. What's he gonna look for next? Have you taught him to put his big paws under the girl's shirt?"

"Of course not, he's a dog. Next step is to get his nose in your crotch, and sniff your butt." Marsh laughed, but if looks could kill, the next one he got from Trish would have at least put him in the ICU.

Marsh stepped out of the closet. How 'bout it Wolf? You ready to take this young lady out to the parking lot and show her your bed, in the back of the truck?"

Marsh reached for Trish's hand, and pulled her lightly off the bed. Wolf jumped down and ran to the door. Marsh and Trish followed him and opened the door to the hallway. The door to the parking lot was almost across from Marsh's room, and the three of them were outside in short order. Wolf headed straight to a tree on the other side of the lot. Marsh led Trish over to the back of his truck, pushed the button to unlock it, and opened both of the back end gates.

He grabbed Wolf's nerf football, and when Wolf came back to the truck, Marsh threw it as far down the lot as he could. Wolf was off at a dead run, immediately.

Marsh hopped on the tailgate, and pulled Trish to him. She stood between Marsh's knees, and leaned into his chest. Marsh's arms were around her waist, and their lips lightly touched in a soft kiss, interrupted quickly by the return of the big dog with his football.

Marsh alternated between throwing Wolf's football, and kissing Trish. "Not a bad way to spend my time at that," he thought.

When Wolf jumped up in the truck bed and went to his water bottle Marsh just spent a little more time kissing Trish. "Mmmm, moaned Marsh. "A good dog and a good woman. A guy could do a lot worse." This time he spoke out loud, and tightened his hug with Trish. "If I die tonight, I'll die a happy man."

Trish backed her face a few inches away from Marsh. "A nice guy, that knows how to treat a woman, ain't so bad either. The good dog is a bit of an interruption, but I guess it's not that bad if the guy is good looking as well."

"Don't go trying to swell my head, now." Marsh told her. My hat's tight enough just like it is."

"By the way Mr. Fat Head, you never did tell me what was poking me in the butt."

"I guess I didn't, did I? Are you sure you want to know? You may not be ready for the big girl stuff." Marsh smiled at Trish. "I guess you're gonna find out sooner or later, anyway. You may as well hear about it now." Marsh paused then continued. It's kind of a multiple choice answer though. Under the shirt, but outside the belt, there's a little brass star. Inside the waistband of the jeans there's a Sig Sauer P229, forty cal. I don't advertise it a lot, but it makes me feel a little better prepared. Just in case something comes up. I usually take them off when I'm gonna be sucking on a pretty girl's face. I just forgot, again.

Trish backed a little farther away. "You're a cop?"

"Ah, the paperwork says something about reserve deputy, San Bernardino County Sheriff. All that really means is I get to play cops and robbers, with the big boys sometimes. In reality they call it "tactical medicine" and the real cops have somebody to put band aids on them when they fall down and scratch their knees. Most of their mommies won't come out and play with them anymore. "

Trish stepped back again and lifted the hem of Marsh's shirt. "Shit Marsh, you aren't kidding. That thing is really hidden well. I'd never have guessed it was there, if I hadn't been sitting on it. Wow! I never kissed a cop before. I tried to seduce a few, when they were "interfering" with my extracurricular activities. That never seemed to work out."

"Well then," Marsh asked. It must not be too offensive, eh? You've come back for more. Come to think of it, I've never kissed a hotel manager either. I like it."

Before Trish could respond, Marsh pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. Marsh slid off of the tailgate without interrupting the kiss, pushing Trish back in the process. He finally had to break away to turn around and close up the truck.

Wolf had jumped out, and Marsh pushed the alarm button, locking the truck. "Let's go back inside. I've had a long day. A really nice day, but long."

Marsh's card key unlocked the side door of the hotel, and then his suite. As Marsh and Trish followed Wolf into the room, Marsh waited till they were in the living room to turn Trish into him again. He put his hands on Trish's shoulders and held her at his arm's length. He looked into her eyes for a few minutes, before he started to talk.

"Trish, I want you to stay here with me tonight. We, ... should I say I, have to be good and control myself, but I would love to have your warm body next to me tonight. I think I would really like to wake up to your smile and bright green eyes in the morning, too. It's been a long time."

Trish's eyes got misty as she looked up at Marsh. She could see love and concern in his face. "Marsh?" there was a question in Trish's voice, it trembled as she continued. "In forty four years, I've never been in bed with a man that didn't want to fuck my brains out and then run. The only one I can remember that was there in the morning was my father, and I hated him. I'm scared shitless but I want to be with you, too."

Marsh took Trish's hand, and led her into the bedroom. "Looks like you're on the couch, Wolf. I told you if I ever get lucky again, you'd be out in a heartbeat."

Trish laughed out loud. "You really put a lot into your relationship with that animal, don't you?"

Marsh turned his head, put his finger up to his lips, and hissed. "Shhh, don't say that too loud. Wolf doesn't know he's an animal. If he hears you say that, it'll hurt his feelings."

"I don't have any pajamas in your room Marsh; whatever am I going to wear, to bed?" Trish gave Marsh her best confused little girl face.

Marsh put his hand lightly on Trish's cheek. "There, there, honey. Don't cry. The big police man won't let you go naked. He's got a nice big, extra shirt that you can use as a night gown." Marsh's eyes twinkled at her, and he bent down to give her a quick peck on the cheek that didn't have his hand on it.

Trish let her face relax, with a contented look. "Oh goody, I've never been naked in bed with a police man, before."

Marsh let his thumb slide down Trish's cheek, and lightly brushed it across her lips. "On a serious note Trish, you are beautiful. I'm going to really enjoy having your friendship and your company tonight. That dog just doesn't come close."

Trish backed up a step, and slapped Marsh's arm again. "Oh yeah, compare me to your dog, will you? So much for you getting lucky tonight. You're out on the couch with your dog, buddy." She tried to say that with a straight face, but couldn't. Her mouth curled at the corners, and her smile told Marsh she really wasn't mad.

"You are absolutely correct, young lady! There is no comparison. You are prettier hands down." Marsh bent again and kissed Trish hard and deep. "And, you are a hell of a lot better kisser."

Trish melted into Marsh's chest. "I'm scared, Marsh. I don't know if I can do this."

Marsh smiled at Trish. "Trust me. I'm a doctor. Seriously Trish, if you don't want to stay, I may not like it now, but I'll still respect you in the morning. And I'll still want your company at breakfast."

Marsh pulled Trish tight. He kissed the top of her forehead, and let his hands move up her back, to massage her shoulders. Trish held on to Marsh, and softly began to purr.

"Marshall", she said, "you sure know the right things to say and do." Trish pushed herself away from Marsh. "That bed of yours is calling me. Where's that shirt you promised me?

Marsh stepped over to the closet, and picked out a light blue, short sleeved, western, dress shirt.

"Ah," Trish looked at the shirt, then at Marsh. "Snaps, eh? You want to be able to rip it off quick, if you need to?"

"Well, that is one advantage, but it's the only kind of dress shirts I wear, and it will definitely look classy on you. As a matter of fact, I'll wager my next paycheck, it looks better on you, than it does on me."

"That is subject to debate. " Trish held the shirt up to Marsh. "From my viewpoint, it would look pretty good on you."

"So are you gonna undress yourself and put it on, or do you want me to do it for you?" Marsh was pulling his own shirt up over his head, and tossed it to the floor of the closet. He opened one of the dresser drawers, and pulled out a pair of light shorts. Unbuckling his belt Marsh stepped out of his jeans, and his briefs. The badge stayed on his belt, but he took the Sig out of the holster, and placed it on the bedside stand.

Trish sucked in a deep breath. "Oh," she exclaimed, as Marsh stepped into his sleep shorts. That looked nice, what I saw of it, anyway."

"Thanks girl!" It's nice to be appreciated. Now then, are you getting changed? Am I changing you? Or are you going to go home?"

Marsh saw the indecision on Trish's face. Her voice trembled a little as she asked, "Will you do it? My hands are a little shaky. I've had a lot of men rip my clothes off, but I've never had someone remove them like a gentleman.

Marsh reached for the hem of Trish's shirt. He gently lifted the shirt over her head, and Trish lifted her arms so he could take it off of her. He turned Trish around, and grasped the hooks on the back of her bra. When he unsnapped it, Trish let the bra slide down her arms and tossed it on the chair she was standing next to. Marsh picked the dress shirt off of the bed, and slipped it on her from the back, covering her front with the shirt, before he turned her back around to face him. He snapped the shirt from above her breasts, to below her waist, then he unbuttoned her shorts, and let them fall down her shapely legs to the floor.