Saving Kat's Life Pt. 05

My apologies for taking too long for this fifth installment. I'm deemed an "essential worker", so my time has been limited in getting in front of my laptop. It's been a busy and hectic few weeks. I hope you all are doing well and being safe. We will get through this. God Bless you all.

This is my first attempt at writing a story for this site. It's seventy percent factual with about thirty percent artistic license and fiction added. It's turning into a multiple part story so be patient. Names have been changed to protect the people involved. All characters are over 18 years old. Thanks to LaurieLou for the editing help.

You'll need to read the first four parts of this continuing story for it to make any sense with the characters and where the plot is going.

Thank you! And thank you for all the comments, good and bad.

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Kat and I showered together after our session in bed. We lingered over each other's bodies, but nothing more physical than kissing and cuddling happened. Kat was sated and probably a little sore but a good sore I would hope.

We got out of the shower and I proceeded to towel dry Kat off. I knew she'd need time for her hair and makeup, so I gave her the time to get dry and dressed first. I toweled off and decided against shaving again for the day. I'd shave tomorrow morning before work.

I headed into the bedroom and got dressed in my summer attire. Shorts and a polo shirt were the norm for me going out. I tucked my handgun in the small of my back, grabbed my DSLR camera bag and tripod and went downstairs to wait for Kat to come down.

I browsed my phone for a bit when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Kat was coming down the stairs and when she got to the landing I gasped. She was wearing a black skirt with lace trim going down both sides of her hips. The lace showed her skin, but it was demure enough not to show her underwear. Her blouse was black with lace as well. Semi-low cut with lace trim around the neckline. The sleeves were trimmed in lace and flared out at the ends of the sleeves. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stockings. She had the black cameo choker around her neck, which I remembered her wearing when I first met her. Her earrings were small pentagrams. She was wearing black lace up boots with chunky heels. She had her ever-present black lipstick and gloss on her lips. Her black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow were perfectly suited for her style today.

I let a low whistle escape my lips as she dropped her duffle bag on the floor. "You approve?" Kat asked me.

"You're simply stunning. A walking vision of beauty and grace encased in sexiness," I replied.

Kat blushed at my words. "Thank you, kind sir! Do you like my skirt and blouse?" She did a little twirl to show it all off.

"Incredible. They look awesome on you!" I told her.

"I made them last night, with your help. You have just as much to do with this as I do," she told me.

"No Katherine. It's all you. Your design, your skill, your dream."

Kat walked up and pressed against me. Her hand went to my chest and she looked at me. "It's us. You and me, together. And I love that," she told me.

Kat stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. I kind of messed her lip gloss up and told her so. She told me she had more and would touch it up in the car.

I asked Kat if she was ready to go. She sighed and nodded. I grabbed her duffle bag, along with my bag and tripod and we headed downstairs to the car. I put all our bags in the trunk and then opened Kat's door for her. Kat got in and thanked me. I liked seeing her skirt ride up her thighs. Yeah, I know, call me a dirty old man. Kat would make an octogenarian drool.

I closed the door and got in the driver's side, backed my car out of the garage and headed to the magistrate's office. On the way Kat fished out a small Kleenex out of her purse. She leaned over and wiped the lip gloss off my lips. Kat giggled and said, "Can't have us both wearing the same color lipstick in front of the judge."

She put the Kleenex into her purse and pulled out the tube of lip gloss. Pulling the sun visor down, she flipped up the mirror cover and started to apply a new coat of shine to her lips. We were at a red light as I watched her do this. To me, this was such a sexy act. I felt myself stirring down below as I watched her.

Kat finished applying the gloss and flipped the visor up. Just then a honk from the car behind me brought me out of my daze. I guess the light had turned green. I jumped a little and raised my hand in the universal "I'm sorry" gesture and drove off.

Kat giggled and asked if I was okay. I cleared my throat and told her what I was staring at.

"Really? Putting on lipstick? Me?" she asked, a little befuddled.

"Yes, you. Yes, it's a sexy thing to me, to see you do that," I told her.

"Oh really? Is it because all you're thinking about is my lips all over the head of your cock?" Kat asked seductively. She reached over and ran her hand over the outline of my hardon.

I moaned a little and said, "Oh, I'm always thinking of that, but that's not why I find it sexy."

Kat continued to caress my erection through my shorts. "Then why is it sexy then?" Kat asked in a very husky voice.

I cleared my throat again. "I guess it's because it's an intimate gesture. You're putting on something that makes an already sexy woman even sexier. It's an act, I guess that a lot of guys don't notice a woman doing, even though it's mostly for the guy's benefit."

Kat smiled and said that she always wanted to look good for me. Her rubbing was still happening, and it was driving me crazy.

"You know, all this talk about lipstick reminds me of a couple of parties in high school I went to," I mentioned to Kat.

"High school? Your younger days, huh? What happened at those parties? Did you hunt dinosaurs?" Kat asked. "Ouch, that hurt!" I kidded her and sighed.

"Well, they were called 'Rainbow Parties' and they were wild, to say the least. It was usually a few guys from the football team and some of the cheerleaders and the popular girls in school," I explained.

"Yeah? So, what happened?" Kat asked intrigued.

"Well the usual drinking and loud music. Nine times out of ten it was usually after a football game. Anyways, it would eventually wind down, but things would get a little uh....x-rated. It was usually the cheerleaders that initiated it. They'd grab two of us players and sit us down on chairs in the middle of the room. Then all the girls.... well not all the girls.... some would put lipstick on. Each one wore a different color. There would be maybe five or six girls and they'd undo our belts and then, the girls would take turns leaving their lipstick mark on the guys and trying to get it the farthest down....," I trailed off.

"Oh...," Kat slowly said, getting a mental image of the situation.

"Yeah. So anyways, maybe that's why I think that way about a woman putting on lipstick," I told her.

"So, what happened to the ones with the farthest mark?" Kat asked with wide eyes.

"Well, the winners went off to the bedroom and the losers may or may not have hooked up. Depended on how they felt about each other." I told her.

"Soooo, did you go to the bedroom?" Kat asked with a sly smile on her face.

"Uh, well once or twice," I confessed.

"Slut," she giggled and grabbed my erection through my shorts. "You're such a male slut."

"Hey now!" I said, a little offended. "I was a perfect gentleman, 18 years old and full of innocence."

"You're so full of it, your eyes are brown!" Kat laughed loudly.

"Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"

Kat let go of my hardon and sat back in the passenger side seat with a smug look on her face.

"Are you upset about that part of my past," I asked Kat.

"What? No! Why would you ask that?"

"Well, I'm not especially proud of it but it was the 80's...", I said.

"Allan, shush! You have nothing to be ashamed about. You didn't judge me about my cam girl gig, so why should I even consider looking at your past?" She explained.

"Well, honestly, I did judge you on your cam girl stuff," I admitted.

Kat got a hurt look on her face and I had to quickly explain myself. "Yeah, Kat. I thought how hot it was and how I'd like to see you do what you do!"

"Fucker! You had me for a second!" Kat scolded me.

"So, can I?"

"Can you what?"

"Can I see you do a cam show sometime?" I asked.

"You really want to see me..."

"Yes. Yes, I do. I think I'd really enjoy seeing you do what you do."

Kat looked at me like I had three heads for a second, and then she just shook her head and looked out the window. I wondered if I had upset her by asking about the cam show.

I drove for another three, very quiet minutes and then turned left into the magistrate's parking lot. I asked Kat if she was ready. She had a worried look on her face but said she was. I removed my handgun and put it in the center console and locked it. Kat's eyes got wide. I didn't want to take a gun into a magistrate's office. That's a big no-no.

We walked in and I told the staff behind the bulletproof glass our names and that we were here for the protection order. I recognized one of the magistrate's staff. Her name was Carol and she was a pretty, blonde woman with an ample chest and curves. She was in her late 30's and was always flirting with me when I'd come here to shoot suspect arraignments and preliminary hearings.

"Heyyy Allan! Good to see your body again around here. You come to take me to lunch today, big guy?" a sugary sweet greeting came from the office. I thought the batting of her eyelashes and pushing out her chest a bit was a nice touch.

Kat didn't like Carol's flirting at all because she grabbed my arm and put it around her waist. Kat then informed Carol that she was my girlfriend and I only went out to lunch with her. The look on Carol's face was one of pure shock. I mentally made a note to ask what Kat's Indian name was because from what I just saw, it had to be 'Takes No Prisoners'.

Kat and I went and sat down outside the courtroom waiting to be called in. "Well, if you were nervous before we came in, you got over it pretty quickly!" I whispered in Kat's ear.

"That bitch better keep her distance from you!" Kat pointed at me. "And you better keep your distance from her!"

I bit the inside of my cheek trying not to smile. "Yes, dear," was the only appropriate and safe answer. Just then, the judge's bailiff called out for Kat. Twenty minutes later, and a few questions answered, we had a protection order that kept Dax 500 feet away from Kat and her apartment and place of work. Dax would be served with the order at his parents' house which was his last known address.

After hearing Kat's story and the issuance of the order, the judge asked how Kat was doing. I knew the judge and he was a sucker for a pretty girl. Kat was wrapping him around her little finger with her answers.

We left with a copy of the order and even though Carol waved to us from distance behind the glass, as we left, Kat gave her a scowl. I didn't dare wave back.

I opened the car door for Kat and closed it after she settled in. I went around and got in the driver's side. I sighed because that was over and hopefully, they'd find Dax. Kat looked at me and smiled. "That was easier than I thought it would be," she said to me. I reached over and took her hand. "You were nervous, weren't you?"

'Yeah, kinda," Kat admitted. "But, having you here with me made me less nervous." She squeezed my hand back.

"Hungry," I asked?

"Starving."

"What do you want to eat?" I asked.

"Pizza!!" Kat enthusiastically like an excited child.

We found a local pizza parlor and sat down. Kat and I ordered a large pizza with extra cheese, pepperoni and half mushroom. We talked while we waited for the pizza to be served.

"So, I was thinking about you and your designs. Have you thought about how you're going to go about marketing your clothes? Getting people to see your designs? Getting stores to want to buy your clothes?" I asked Kat.

"I really hadn't thought that far along," Kat admitted. "I just wanted to design clothes."

"Well, if you want to design clothes, you probably want to sell them, right?"

"Of course, eventually." Kat affirmed.

"Okay, then, we should try and get a plan going. Visibility is essential and product is key. So, what I thought we would do is get your clothes out there."

"Okay." Kat said as she stared at me intensely.

"That's why I asked you to get some clothes and make up together. Thought we'd have a little fashion shoot today."

Kat's smile was immediate and genuine. "Really?"

"Yep. I brought my camera and we can to some stills and videos. You can pose and we can do some walks of you."

"Allan.... I...don't.... don't know what to say," she gulped.

"Say, you'll do it." I told her.

"Of course, I'll do it. But why? Why are you doing this?"

"Kat, I told you, I believe in you. Plus, the clothes you have on now are stunning. People need to see what you can do. Also, you're model hot. So, why not combine those to make a fantastic fashion shoot?"

Kat's bottom lip quivered, and a few tears dropped from her eyes. "Hey, this isn't something to cry about. It's a happy thing, right? You're going to get some exposure and we can keep doing it when you get more stuff made. Please don't cry." I begged.

Just then the waitress brought over our pizza and saw Kat's tears. "Are you okay? What's going on? GEORGE GET OUT HERE!!!!!" the waitress yelled to the kitchen.

Kat was shaking her head no, but good old George came out of the kitchen with a knife in his hands. "What's going on Betty? This creep hassling her?"

"Whoa, whoa.... I didn't do....," I tried to explain.

"I come out with their pizza and I see her in tears. He must have upset her or touched her." Betty said.

"Really now? Pal, I think you should leave now." George said menacingly.

"STOP IT!!!" Kat screamed and slapped her hands on the table. We all jumped in surprise.

"Allan didn't do anything to me! He just surprised me with some wonderful news because he loves me!" Kat yelled. "I was happy until you guys just ruined it. Please GO AWAY!"

Betty and George just looked at each other and then a quiet, "Sorry" came from George's lips as he turned to the kitchen. Betty just looked embarrassed and turned to leave.

"And you can kiss goodbye to your tip, cunt!!" Kat snarled under her breath. Betty stiffened a little at that comment but kept walking.

I tried not to laugh but Kat just made my day saying that. I composed myself and asked Kat where we were in our conversation.

"I think you were telling me how much you loved me?" Kat smiled at me.

"This pizza looks really good," I kidded.

"Jerk! Maybe I should call George back and have him bring a bigger knife!" she giggled.

I laughed and told Kat I did indeed love her and then served her a slice of pizza.

"So, where are we going for this shoot?" Kat asked.

"Well, I thought an older cemetery would be goth-like... gothic? There is one out by the north part of the city and then an abandoned warehouse. Get some glamour and maybe industrial shots. Possibly a park, near a lake. What do you think, baby?"

"I think we should eat quickly and then get going. I'm so excited about this, you have no idea!" Kat gushed.

We ate quickly and I paid even though Betty said it was on the house. I told Betty that we ate it, we'd pay for it, but we'd never be back again. As an aside, Betty didn't get her tip.

I let Kat in the Benz and got behind the wheel. We buckled in and I turned the car in the direction of the cemetery. I turned the radio on and put it on the Classic Vinyl station. Eric Clapton's 'The Core' came on. Now, I'm 51 years old and I'm old enough to appreciate Slow Hand's artistry and mastery of the guitar. Kat however, not so much. She asked me who this was playing on the radio. I almost slammed on the brakes.

"Seriously Kat? You've never heard of Eric Clapton?"

"No, at least I don't think so. I probably heard his music but, I don't remember the name offhand."

"Well, he's arguably the best guitarist of rock and roll. The man is legend. There are others also. David Gilmour, Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page, Eddie Van Halen but, for my money, it's Clapton." I explained.

"Oh, I don't listen to much rock. I'm into The Cure, Joy Division, Siouxise, and Bauhaus," she told me. "Was this Eric Clapton in any groups I'd know?"

I had to catch myself and remember there is a large age gap between us. I thought this is a perfect time to educate her and share my taste in music. "Oh yeah, Cream was a big one. The Yardbirds, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos. He's mostly known as a solo artist though."

"Think I'd know any songs of his?" she asked me.

"Well, I'd like to hope you do. How about Crossroads, Sunshine of Your Love, Layla, White Room, Cocaine, I Shot the Sheriff, Let It Rain, Badge, Lay Down Sally, Tears in Heaven. Geez Kat, I could go on and on."

"None of the songs sound familiar to me," her face was a little scrunched up in unfamiliarity. "Can you play some for me," she asked sweetly.

I handed her my phone and told her to bring up Spotify. I set the car's media system over to my phone and waited for her to catch up with the app.

"What should I play first," Kat asked me.

"Let it Rain is a favorite of mine. Try that and see if you can get into it," I told her.

Kat hit the song on the app, and I turned the volume up a little. Quickly, Mr. Clapton's guitar and voice filled the car. I could see her close her eyes and try and listen to the words and get into the rhythm of the song. After it was over, she told me she really liked it.

"He plays the guitar really well," she told me. "He has a nice singing voice."

"Well, not many guitarists have graffiti declaring, 'Clapton is God' spray painted on walls around London," I said as an aside.

"What else can I listen to? Let's see. Oh, this sounds nice," she said as she hit another song.

The strains of 'Wonderful Tonight' echoed in the car and I started to sing along as we made our way to the cemetery. Kat again closed her eyes and got into the song and I continued to sing quietly, as I thought the words of the song applied to her most appropriately. I was pretty sure she was enjoying the music and the romantic meaning behind it.

When the song ended, she opened her eyes and told me that was the most romantic song she'd ever heard, and it almost made her cry, it was so beautiful. I told her to play one more.

"Hit 'Tears in Heaven' and grab a napkin out of the glove box."

"Why would I need a napkin," she asked.

"Trust me. Get one and then listen to the song," I told her.

She grabbed an old McDonald's napkin out of the glove box and played the song. I sang along softly as it played. I admit that song always makes me tear up because of the beautiful lyrics and the pain behind those words. I honestly could not fathom what Clapton went through when his son died. I'd lose my mind if something happened to either of my boys but, his loss was just incredibly tragic. More so, to share that pain and try to heal his wounds in his music.

When the song ended, tears had indeed pooled in her eyes and she dabbed them away. She looked at me and I had shed a few tears as well. Kat wiped my tears from my face. "That is such a sad song. It's beautiful but, it's heartbreaking," she mentioned.

"Kat, you have no idea." I told her.

"Beyond the door, there's Peace I'm sure," she quoted. "God, that's sad but beautiful at the same time."

I told her the circumstances about the song. Kat had turned white with horror. She teared up and she said she never knew about any of it.

"Sometimes, some of the most beautiful things come out of the most tragic times," I mentioned.