Special Day Ch. 01

Molly was a stunningly beautiful girl but during this time, she had no time for dating or a relationship. She did occasionally date some of the male nurses and one or two young interns, but none were steady and few involved a sexual relationship. She made it clear to these guys that she wasn't going to hop into bed with them just to make their day. This made most relationships short and not sweet. This was fine with her as her work was what she most loved to do.

One of the responsibilities she was entrusted with outside of nursing was purchasing disposable medical instruments and trays for the surgical nurses and doctors. This is how she met Ron Davis. He owned Davis Medical Supplies, one of the many supply houses that provided service to the hospital. He stopped on her floor once every 6-8 weeks or so to replenish the supplies from his distributor.

Ron was a good-looking guy; about 6' tall with a good body and short cut red hair. He was married and had three young daughters. His wife was a cute blonde that looked to be about Molly's age. Ron was at least 5 years older than Molly and was very smooth and self-assured. He flirted constantly with Molly and the other nurses and often made suggestive remarks that had Molly blushing, but the truth was, she liked it and liked him. That he was married just made it a little bit dangerous, but also guaranteed that it would go nowhere. At least, that's what she thought at the time.

Ron had made some very specific overtures to Molly about getting together after work on one of his infrequent trips to the surgical wing. She had jokingly said that they would probably have to settle for the stock room since she never had time when she left work. She thought no more about it since Ron was leaving that afternoon to go on to Chicago.

During his next visit, she was working in the stock room, taking inventory of the devices for which she was responsible so she could give him the list of what she needed. She never heard Ron come in and lock the door. She first became aware of him when he said her name. Before she could turn around, his arms went around her waist and he bent down to kiss her neck and the exposed flesh just below her collar. His touch sent shivers down her spine and the kisses made her so hot she could hardly breathe. As he held her tightly, she could feel his arousal pressing into her. She made no move to stop him and he continued to kiss her neck while one hand slipped inside her blouse to cup one of her breasts.

Molly moaned and tried to push him away but her hands would not obey her wishes. Instead, she leaned back into his embrace. She reached back to grab the erection she could feel grinding into her ass. She found the hard rod that she was searching for, gripped it, and began to run her hand up and down its length. This caused Ron to expel a breath and grab both of her shoulders and turn her around to face him. He forced her back against the table she had been working on. He mashed his lips to hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. She welcomed this intrusion and her tongue danced with his while he began to unbutton her blouse. He finally got the buttons undone and pushed the blouse off her shoulders. He unsnapped her front clasp bra and pulled that off as well. She leaned back to allow the blouse to slide off her arms. He unbuttoned her skirt and inserted his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and pulled both down over her ample hips. The skirt with her panties dropped to the floor.

As she stood there before him nude and glowing, she briefly wondered if this was such a good idea. At that point, Ron unzipped his fly and pulled out his wonderful cock. Molly looked down at it and reached out her hand to touch it. It was hard, silky smooth and so hot. She began to stroke its length while Ron unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. She no longer cared about right and wrong, just this fire raging inside her.

Molly looked into Ron's eyes and said, "We shouldn't be doing this. You're married. What about your wife?" Ron looked back at this beautiful vision and said. "We have this time and each other. You and I both want the same thing so there is nothing wrong with what we are doing. I want you!"

With that, he turned her around and bent her over the tabletop. He took his cock in his hand, rubbed it against the lips of her wet pussy and shoved the length into her in one swift motion. She almost screamed with pleasure but bit her lip to quiet her emotion. With her face resting on her folded arms, Ron drove his hard cock into her from behind over and over. She had two orgasms in quick succession before she felt him spurt his hot cum into her. This brought one final orgasm and then it was over.

Ron stepped back, pulled on his pants and said, "That was incredible. I never thought it could be that good. We have to do this again, but somewhere we can be more comfortable." He looked at me, still bent over the table and said with a worried tone, "Are you alright?"

I laughed and said, "I am fine, but also in shock. You're right, it was incredible!" I straightened up and reached for my clothes.

I dressed and tried to make myself presentable before unlocking the door and checking to be sure the passageway was clear. I told Ron he had to leave and come back in about an hour so I could give him my inventory list. I looked at Ron and said,

"Before you go any further, I'll see you again next month when you come in for the order. Not before!" This was fun but I will not make it a habit nor will I become your Mistress. We can do this my way or not at all. Agreed?"

Ron agreed reluctantly, but knew when to count his blessings. We parted and I didn't see him again for almost 6 weeks. When I did see him, we made plans to meet again at a motel after work the following day. We had sex that evening in the motel room and it was even better. We tried several different positions, all intercourse, and I thought all were great. Ron was an indefatigable lover and I had multiple orgasms. Ron pressured me for oral sex and I refused. He offered to perform oral on me and, again, I refused. I had no desire to try different things and he finally agreed.

This continued for a little over 2 years. We would meet either in the stockroom or at a motel after my shift and have great sex and then part with no further contact till the next time. It was great and no one found out. I had no need to date other men since my needs were being met satisfactorily with no real commitment needed on my part. This left my free time really free.

It was at about this time I met Jim Morrison. I was now 29, very successful as a Senior Nurse and Supervisor of the Surgical Nursing Staff. I normally did not work much as a nurse but would fill in from time to time when we were short or I just wanted to keep my hand in. I was working surgical rotation, filling in for one of my nurses that had a family emergency and was on duty in the recovery room when I first saw him.

From what I could gather, he was riding on his motorcycle when a car pulled out of a side street directly into his path. He tried to swerve and missed hitting the car head on, but the cycle slid and Jim was thrown clear. He hit a tree, broke his collarbone, right arm and several ribs. The docs had put him back together and sent him to recovery. I was there when he woke up.

The very first words he said to me were "I'm guess I died. Do all of the angels look like you here in heaven?" He was deadly serious and the look on his face was priceless. I fell in love with him right then and there and never looked back.

Jim's Story-The Beginning

Jim Morrison was 17 when his dad gave him his first motorcycle, over his mother's objections. Jim's dad, Henry, was a fairly successful salesman for a local tool & die manufacturer in Cleveland, Ohio but had grown up riding motorcycles. They were his first love and he gave them up reluctantly after he married Jim's mother, Theresa.

Theresa tolerated Henry's obsession with his precious motorcycles until she became pregnant with Jim. At this point, she told Henry that she wasn't going to raise a baby by herself when he killed himself riding with his biker friends on one of his bikes. She insisted that he give up the cycle and Henry agreed, reluctantly, and parked his cycle in the garage. A year after Jim was born, he sold it and settled down to become a good father and husband. While he missed the freedom, he loved his family more.

They weren't rich by any standard, but they were comfortable and lived in a tidy 3 bedroom home in the southern suburbs of Cleveland. Jim was a bright boy, but had no desire to go on to college and was only average at sports. He spent most of his free time down at Donovan's Cycles, a locally owned shop that specialized in Harley cycles. The shop was owned by Fred Donovan, an old friend of Henry's. Fred tolerated Jim and even taught him to help repair some of the cycles that came into the shop for service. Jim loved the cycles, the guys that drove them and they seemed to like him. He seemed to be a natural when it came to repairing a broken cycle. He seemed to know just what was wrong and what to do to fix it. The bikers began to refer their friends to Jim and, as a result, the service business just grew. Fred was delighted but didn't say much about it to Jim. He did hire a couple of new mechanics.

With his new cycle, Jim spent the biggest part of his spare time after school riding with some of the other motorcycle gang members, getting to know more of them and helping them with their bikes when repairs were needed. He became so good at it that several cycle clubs made him an honorary member of their gang and tried to get him to become an exclusive member. Jim good-naturedly refused, saying he couldn't piss off the other bikers. Jim continued to ride and work part time in Mr. Donovan's shop till graduation. He turned 18 and became his own man, so to speak, since he still lived at home with his parents.

About this time, Fred Donovan asked Jim's father if he would mind if he offered Jim a full time job at the shop repairing the bikes and working part time in sales and service. Henry quickly agreed, knowing that Jim had no plans to go to college and that this would be a good place to work with a pretty good income for a kid just turned 18 and no higher education. Theresa also agreed since Jim was a solid kid who never got into trouble. She trusted him to take care of himself and do the right thing. If he loved this work, she was not going to object. It was important to her that Jim was happy and this was why she had permitted the cycle that Henry wanted to give Jim on his 17th birthday. She objected, but not too hard. She saw the same love in his eyes for the cycle that she had seen in Henry's so long ago. She always felt sad making Henry give the bike up, but it was too important to her that he be the father that she knew Jim would need as he grew up. She was content with her choices.

Jim worked at Donovan's for the next year as he turned 19. At that time, Fred Donovan asked Jim to try his hand at running the shop full time while training two new guys that he had hired to work in the shop on service. Jim agreed since this would allow him more time with the new arrivals and to try them out as part of his sales duties. Jim had a natural flair for selling, partly because his love of the cycles came through and partly because he was so knowledgeable about all aspects of cycling. He sold more bikes in the next two years than Fred had sold in the last five years before Jim joined him.

When Jim was 21, Fred began to show up less often and Jim was operating the business full time. He kept the books, ordered new merchandise, cleared all sales and made whatever deals he felt were good for the shop. He trained new staff and kept the shop operating at a higher level of efficiency and profitability than Fred had ever managed. Things were good!

Over the next year, things remained about the same without any complaint from Jim. He was happy, busy and making some minor changes that he thought Fred would approve of to make things even better. He was happily prepping a new bike for a customer to pick up later in the day with Fred came in looking like he had just won the lottery. He came up to Jim and said,

"We need to talk. Can you get Juan to take over for you for a couple of hours?"

Jim said, "Sure thing, boss, but can't we talk here?"

Fred said, "Just get Juan and come with me."

Jim came into the office where Fred was setting and said, "OK, boss. We can go."

Fred smiled and walked out of the office to his Hummer.

He said, "Climb in, boy, and we'll get to where we need to go."

Jim got in and they pulled out of the lot.

"Where we going?" Jim asked.

"You'll see", said Fred.

Fred pulled in to the Wachovia Bank, where he had the business accounts. He walked in and said to the girl at the Information Counter.

"Tell Barry Woods that Fred and Jim are here to see him."

She smiled at Fred and said that Barry was expecting us and to go right in.

Fred grabbed Jim by the hand and said, "Follow me." He went into an office where two men were present, one behind the desk and one off to one side.

"That gentleman there behind the desk is Barry Woods, He is a loan officer at this here bank and the other gentleman is his boss, Herman Yates. Gentlemen, this is Jim Morrison, the man I was telling you about."

"We have been talking about you buying my business and we have worked out a plan that I think you might be interested in."

With that, all three men looked at me for my reaction. I was in shock, and must have looked it since Mr. Yates got up and took me by the hand and led me to a chair.

He said, "Boy, you'd best sit down. You look about to fall over."

I sat, still in shock.

I looked at Fred and said, "Talk to me before I pass out."

Fred, Barry and Herman spoke for the next hour or so describing the deal they had put together. It seems that Fred was content to retire and move to Florida with his brother and his wife. He had watched me for the last three years and was convinced that I was the one who could run the business even better than he had as evidenced by the financial performance of the business over the last three years I had been almost fully in charge. The original loans had all been paid off and the business was well into the black and had been for over two years. The profit was more than enough to meet any loan obligation and the price Fred was asking was absurdly low. At the asking price, the remaining equity in the business alone would more than offset any down payment required by the bank for a loan. I mentioned this to him and he said that he had saved enough to comfortably retire and didn't need or want a whole lot more and, anyway, he thought of me as a son and this was his gift.

Since my father had died three years ago and my mother had followed him soon after, Fred had really been my family for some time. I couldn't speak for a long time and the three men respected that silence.

Anyway, to make a long story short, we agreed on a price, the deal was finalized and I signed on the dotted line. I was the new owner of Donaldson's Cycle Shop. Go figure!

For the next two years, I continued to make changes and improvements and the profit margin continued to grow. I hired several of my motorcycle friends to work in the shop and to help with the growing sales. I also hired two bikers, Tiny, and Ali as "special assistants." Tiny was a 6' 4" Hispanic named Jose Ramirez that scared most people just by looking at them, and Ali, or Alular Muhammad, was an African American, about 5' 10" and built like a bull. They were inseparable friends and had been my friends since I first started working at Donovan's.

As my special assistants, they did anything around the shop like loading and delivery, prepping the new cycles and any other thing I asked of them. They were close personal friends and I would trust them with my life. Later on, I would often thank God that I had them on my side. Business continued to grow and life was good.

During this time, I also met Tony Alexander. He was a friend from high school who had gone on to college, got a degree in business accounting and returned home to work for a local manufacturing concern. He liked cycles and often stopped in after work and on weekends. He finally bought a small cycle and I gave him lessons to allow him to get his motorcycle operator's license. He loved it. I used to kid him about dumping his job and coming to work with me. He always said he would love to, but couldn't see how he could do it. I still mentioned it from time to time.

About a year after I met Tony, I decided to open a second shop in the western part of Cleveland. I needed a manager for the new shop and someone to work sales and service. I talked with two of the bikers I knew who would be capable of working in a 9-5 type operation and we agreed on terms. They went with me to search for sites and help to set up the operation. It took about 8 months but finally, we were ready to open the new shop. We named this shop Morrison's Cycles. The opening was a success and within a year, we were showing a profit. Things couldn't be any better.

Tony came into the new shop one day while I was there and asked if he could talk to me. He looked troubled so I told him to come back to the office, sat him down, and gave him a beer.

He said, "I was just let go from my job and I don't know what to do now. I need a job but I don't want to go back to that type of work anymore. What do you think about my joining you?"

I asked what he had in mind.

He said, "I think I can float a loan to buy into the business with you and I could help run operations. I could do the accounting, work the taxes, and leverage the inventory and other things that I bet could save you a lot of money."

I said, "Could you help me set up a corporation? I would like to continue to expand but I don't think it's a good idea to do that on my own without some way to spread the risk."

He said, "That's easy. We could set up a limited liability corporation so we could expand with borrowed money and still take the profits, well; the answer to your question is, absolutely. Do we have a deal?"

"Done and done," I said. Thus was born Morrison Enterprises.

Tony came on board as a partner with a 20% share of the business. He proved to be one of the best investments I ever made. He set up the new corporation as Morrison Enterprises, LLC. Over the next four years, we opened four more shops in Michigan, Indiana and Kentucky, giving us a total of six. Our new profits tripled and we were almost debt free. We had hired over forty of my ex gang members who all turned respectable and proved to be indispensable to my growth and success. They all had friends who had friends who referred more friends, etc. Life was good.

As business continued to grow, I took more and more time off and let Tony run the business with Tiny and Ali. He loved doing it and was very good at it. I had more money than I could spend and put most of it into investments. I did buy a house that was way too big for me but I seemed to always have at least five to ten of my biker buddies, often with their significant others, staying for a day or so. I bought a couple of sports cars that I had always admired but really preferred my hog to any of them. At thirty, my life was easy and I was as carefree as too much money could make me. That's how I managed to be riding on the day I had the accident.

I was running along without a care in the world when, from a side street to my right, a car came flying out against the light. I saw him coming and pulled the bike to the right to try to miss him, but the bike went over and hit a curb and I went head over heels over the handle bars. I went airborne into a tree, striking my ribs a hard crack. I felt them break as I slid down the tree. I fell on my right shoulder with my right arm folded underneath me and again with the crack! I found later that I had broken four ribs, broken my collarbone and fractured my right arm in four places. I don't remember any of that after I went airborne. I do remember waking up in the recovery room in the hospital looking at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew at that instant that I had died and gone to heaven, and what I was looking at was a beautiful angel. I asked her if all of the other angels were as beautiful as she and then I passed out again. That was how I met Molly.