The Fifth

This is the 10th part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves

10.  Slut’s Night Out

The next day everyone, with the exception of Jared who hid it well, was in excellent spirits.  There seemed to be a bit more bounce in everyone’s step and a palpable sense that a cloud of some kind had begun to dissipate.  At the slaves’ supper that evening Michael approached Jared in his corner and ‘suggested’ that he join the rest of them at the kitchen table.  Not feeling that he could or should refuse such an offer, Jared followed him there.  Thomas and Abel greeted him with grins, and Edward, while not appearing exactly welcoming, at least did not voice any objections.  From that time on Jared took all of his meals at the table with them, and while he still didn’t speak unless spoken to he was no longer ignored and was often included in the general banter. 

Even Deanna was in a much better mood.  She had not exaggerated to Belle at how much she had enjoyed the night before.  She had not fully realized how much she had missed the personal and private interactions with her slaves, not least of all the sexual exhilaration and kink.  That desire and need now  returned to her with a vengeance.

Over the next several weeks she once again began to summon her minions individually to her bedroom on a regular basis.  First there was Michael, whom she properly humiliated, having him spend the evening as her ‘lap’ dog, with leash and collar, putting him through extensive puppy training teaching him to sit, heel, roll over, fetch, bark and beg, and eventually to ‘lap’ her to several very enjoyable orgasms, finishing as always with the joystick, which he had to shimmy under the bed to retrieve with his face, his tail end up and wagging as he did, finally getting the short end into his mouth and crawling back out with the long end jutting forward for her use and pleasure.  Once fully sated she then granted him his own release, as the dog he had become, humping furiously against her fully leather booted leg, yipping at her coaxing commands as he squirted, while she laughed and sniggered mirthfully.  She then had him lick his puppy goo off, and polish her boots to a sparkling shine with his tongue.

A few nights later there was Thomas.  After she had assured herself that he was sufficiently healed by having him strip completely and bend over to present his ass for her inspection, she handcuffed his hands behind his head, securing them to a ring on the back of his collar.  She then hobbled his ankles and had him crawl on his knees  around the room after her.  To encourage his efforts to catch up she began to remove individual articles of her clothing until all that remained was her bra and panties.  Encumbered as he was he fell face first to the floor a number of times in his increasingly frustrating attempts to reach her.  He struggled each time to again become upright on his knees as she laughingly exhorted him on to continue his pursuit.  As a final teasing inducement she discarded her panties and bent over the side of her bed in invitation.  In his now frenzied haste to get to her he sprawled forward once more, but this time he abandoned any attempt to rise and instead crawled and squirmed on his belly until he reached the bed.  Ratcheting his upper body up the side of the bed he was finally allowed the prize of burying his face between the cheeks of her derriere, where, his hands on the back of his head pushing his face and ever deeper, he performed the most luscious and prolonged analingus, his tongue continuously swirling and darting, straining to furrow even deeper within her treasured trove, eliciting ever increasing sighs of delight from her.  When she had her fill of this she turned herself around so that he could then pay more oral homage to her more sacred font, driving her onward and upward to ever more exquisite heights.  Eventually drifting down she graciously offered him his own reward, having him lie in front of her, and after some prolonged and agonizing teasing of his undefendable cock and balls, bringing him up to and down from the brink several times, she finally brought him to a shuddering climax with her bare foot, making sure to then feed him back the entirety of his spew with her toes.

There soon followed another if somewhat less formal but still extremely delightful evening with Belle, and also then one with Abel.  And finally there was Edward, whom she readily acknowledged to herself was her first and favorite in so many more ways than one.  He had the most talented hands and fingers, which she always put to her good uses every day with various massages and other cosmetic care of her body.

But they were also most amazingly inventive in more intimate techniques as well, which she had taken full advantage of many times in the past.  Now the time had come to do so again.  After taking the time to administer to him another over the knee chastisement for some imagined inadequacy, she then had him perform his special magic, his hands and fingers ably aided by his tongue, once again moving her to writhe with wild abandon, transporting her deliriously over the edge as if in free fall multiple times.

When she had finally had more than her fill and had recovered her breath and vigor she sat up on the side of her bed and had him, his backside still aflame, stand in front of her.  She turned to retrieve the key to his plastic prison from her night stand and then released him.  He slowly rose forward in firm obeisance.  Even at his age she found him so cute and cuddly below.  With her hand she cupped his tightening sac softly and then moved her fingers forward to lightly encircle his beseeching shaft.  Knowing it would take time for him she leisurely moved her hand back and forth, while murmuring to him continuously, “What a good little slave you are ... such a good, good boy ... you’d do anything for me ... you’d suffer any indignity just to make me smile, wouldn’t you ...”

Edward began to sway to her ministrations, and with increasingly heavy breaths he responded:

“Oh yes, My Lady ...”

“Anything you want, My Lady ...”

“I’m yours, My Lady ...”

“PLEASE, My Lady.”

Deanna began to stroke more firmly and quickly.  “Yes, you do want to please me, don’t you ... all of the time ... in every way ... you want to offer yourself up to me ... your essence ... every last drop of it ... to use however  would most amuse me.”

Edward began to rock more rapidly forward as she gripped him and pulled on him faster and more tightly.

“Come to me Edward.” she urged, ever increasing the pace, “Give yourself up to me ... totally ... until you have nothing left to give ... COME for me Edward ... COME ... COME FOR ME NOW.”

“Oh Yes My Lady ... as you Command My Lady ... Anything ... oh yes ...  Yes ... oh YEEESSS ...” he gasped, and then could gasp no more as he arched forward and keened through gritted teeth as he spurted forth in spasm after massive spasm.  Deanna continued to pump more vigorously with her one hand while fully collecting his offering in her other, until sputtering both physically and mentally he literally had nothing left to give.  Utterly drained he sagged to his knees on the floor.  After giving him several moments respite to collect himself she brought her hand up and forward with his gift.

“Take it all back Edward.  Take it so that you can offer it to me again whenever I demand it.”  He obediently bent his face forward and brought his mouth down to her hand, and with his lips and tongue took back within him all that he had given.  When completely consumed he knelt back up.  The Lady smiled at him fondly, and then lifted her foot a few inches off the floor.  He bowed himself back down to bring his lips to it reverently, to express in veneration once again his profound and undying gratitude.

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While Deanna certainly enjoyed all of these individual encounters she began to have a nagging and unsettling sense that something in all of it was missing.  After much contemplation she finally came to strongly suspect what it was.  She realized that since Jared had left her over six years ago she had not fucked.  Not once.  Not with anyone.  She had just never had the inclination or desire to bestow that treasure on anyone.  But suddenly she felt that in denying all others she was also denying herself, and having Jared around again only served to more starkly highlight this ongoing hole in her life.

These dalliances with her boys were immensely pleasurable but she now knew that she wanted more.  She urgently needed to fill that void that she had inexplicably allowed to evolve.  But she also understood that it could not be with any of her slaves.  That would destroy the dynamic, the very fabric of what she, and they, had all established.  And Jared was completely out of the question.

Indeed, it was becoming increasingly more irritating and upsetting to her to see how much he now seemed to be ingratiating himself with all of the others.  She had seen out her window how Thomas and he now worked so easily together, often laughing and trading jokes as they did so.  Michael had always been a little awestruck with Jared’s history as a star ballplayer, and Belle had recently appeared to have formed quite an emotional attachment to him.  Even Edward no longer referred to him as negatively as he had in the past.  She could just imagine how he must be secretly laughing at the others for never getting what he had once so easily had, and smugly planning to have it again.

That would never be, she vowed, even as she craved it so badly again herself.  She had to find a way to satisfy this regrowing hunger while showing him once and for all that it would never again be with him.  Maybe if she sought out someone to get hot and filthy with ,someone so far down the food chain, showing how low she would go and still not consider him, Jared would finally see and understand just where he stood ... or rather where he lay, belly down in the slime, so that he would finally take it upon himself to slither away for good.

But how to accomplish all this was the question.  A morsel of an idea began to form and before long it had become a full plate.  It would take some preparation but the more she thought and elaborated upon it the more it appealed to her.  She went to the internet for investigation and eventually found what she was looking for.

The first part of the plan required another shopping outing.  This time she had Edward take Belle and herself out.  She surprised them both by directing Edward not to the upscale boutiques and shoppes that she usually patronized, but instead to an outlet mall outside one of the neighboring towns.  She led them to one of the lower end stores there and began searching and finally selecting off the racks just the items she wanted.  For Belle she chose a faux black leather miniskirt that ended several inches above her knees, and a low cut sleeveless red blouse.

“These will go perfectly with those boots we got you.” she waxed to her maid.

For herself she picked out skin tight blue jeans that tapered to an end just below mid calf.  To this she added a shiny and sleek black tank top that came down to just below her navel.  She savored the incredulous looks that both Edward and Belle gave her about the purchases, and let the mystery delectably linger until they were back in the car when she finally explained.

“I need to do some serious personal research again for a section of my book, and I need to have you come along with me for cover, Belle.” she began.  ‘We’re going to be slumming it together on Saturday night, a walk on the wide side, and these new clothes will help us fit it.  To be more authentic.”

She purposefully didn’t elaborate, leaving Belle bewildered and apprehensive and Edward stifling many anxious questions.  Before returning home she had him make one last stop, this time at a pricy men’s clothing store.  Going in together she bought a nice pair of men’s trousers, a dress shirt, a sweater, dress socks, and an expensive pair of Italian loafers.  All in Jared’s size.

As Saturday approached Deanna became more and more excited while the rest of the manor grew more confused and concerned.  She had not revealed to them any more of her specific plans, and while they all understood that their sole function was always to accept and obey, it didn’t stop them from being worried.  When Saturday finally came Deanna insisted that Belle and she get ready together.

After Belle had gotten dressed in the red top, black miniskirt and black boots that laced up to mid calf, Deanna set to fixing her hair.  Abel usually wore his hair in a ponytail and Belle most often put hers in a bun under her maid’s cap.  On those few occasions when she dressed up she would wear it straight and smoothly down to her shoulders.  Now Deanna used some special hair products to give it a more frizzed quality as it hung down.  A ‘wet and wild look’ she announced as she was done.

Next she set to applying Belle’s makeup.  She started with a generous amount of foundation and then a liberal use of black eye liner and eye shadow.  She finished with a deeper shade of red lipstick than Belle had ever used.  The overall effect made her look older than her years, and certainly more vampy than she had ever wished.

Deanna then turned to her own preparations.  After putting on the shiny black tank top that fell just below her midriff she squeezed her way into the skin tight jeans.  By keeping herself in such good physical condition over the years she didn’t look out of place in them.  For shoes she wore a pair of backless two inch heeled silver pumps.  She had parted her own hair in the middle and swept in down behind her ears to rest on her shoulders.  For makeup she went for a sultry look, also using for herself a much heavier hand than usual.  When she was done she got up and stood next to Belle as they both peered into the mirror.

“We’re a real pair of skanks, aren’t we.” she chuckled.

Horrified inside, Belle tried to manage a weak smile in reply, “Yes My Lady.”

Deanna knew that she had to put Belle somewhat to ease.  “Look Belle, I know you’re not very comfortable with any of this, but I need you along with me for support and to make it seem real.”  It did make it easier for Belle that she thought that her Lady needed and was depending on her.  “We’re likely going to be hit on tonight.  That’s kinda the whole idea.”  Deanna continued.  “And while I intend to enjoy it and take it as far as I want it to go, you only have to let it go so far and then tell whomever that you’re on the rag.”  Deanna laughed.  “Believe me, nothing will make a jerkoff on the make back off faster than that.  And if not, then just give me a signal and I’ll get em off you in a flash.  Okay?”

“Whatever you say, My Lady.”

“It’s D again tonight, Belle.  And don’t worry, everything’s going to work out just fine.  Let your hair down and have some fun.  I certainly intend to.  It’s a slut’s night out.”  She beamed approvingly. “Now I think it’s about time we got going.  We wouldn’t want to keep our potential suitors waiting too long.” 

Locking her arm with Belle’s they proceeded together down the stairway to the manor’s large entrance foyer where Edward and Jared stood waiting for them.  To Edward’s dismay, the bigger and stronger Thomas would not be driving and watching over the Lady and Belle this night.  She had instructed that Jared fill that role.  He was wearing, as ordered, the outfit they had purchased for him for the occasion, tan trousers, a royal blue dress shirt, a powder blue crew neck sweater over it, dark blue socks, and the pair of Italian loafers.  He couldn’t have looked more preppy.  Deanna ignored him completely.

“Well, let’s get moving.” she said, smiling.  “Don’t wait up for us Edward.” knowing full well that he would.  “It’s likely to be a long night.”

“As you wish, My Lady.” he replied following them out to the Town Car in the front driveway where he opened the back door for her to enter, followed by Belle.  Jared went around to get into the driver’s seat.

Once the car doors were all closed and they were settled in, Deanna leaned forward and handed Jared a slip of paper.  “This is the address where we’re going tonight.  Put it in the GPS and go.”

“Yes Ma’am” he responded as he complied.  The GPS directions took about 30 minutes to get them to the outskirts of one of the small towns just outside the main city.  It was a rather seedy appearing stretch of road and area when the mechanical voice announced that they were approaching their destination.

“Pull over and park here.”  Deanna demanded from the back.  When he had done so she leaned forward again and handed him two twenty dollar bills.  “The place we want is the one down the road with all the motorcycles in front.  I want you to go in ahead of us, go up to the bar and order a glass of milk.  Then go sit at a table in one of the corners.  Have you got that?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good.  Give me the car keys.  We’ll lock up and be in by and by.  Now get going.”

Jared got out of the car and slowly walked the fifty or so yards down to the establishment that Deanna had indicated.  It was called ‘Harry’s Haven’ and did have a fair number of large motorcycles and choppers parked in the lot in front.  Indeed, as Deanna had discovered on the web, this was one of the more notorious biker bars in the entire metropolitan area.  Sizing it up from the outside Jared grew quite alarmed.  Just what was Deanna getting herself ... and Belle and himself, into.  But he had been given an order, and he rationalized that it was far better that he be inside in such a place with them, than outside by himself in the car.

Once inside he saw that it was essentially one very large and long dimly lit room.  There were two unoccupied tables immediately to the right of the door where he had entered, and then a long bar also on the right.  In the much more expansive area to the left there were six or seven tables, and in the far left half of the room there was a pool table with a stronger light hanging above it.  At the far end of the room on the right there was a juke box with some heavy metal currently blaring, and an open area in front, presumably for dancing.

There were about fifteen or so people scattered about the room.  Four men were standing around the pool table playing and two others with women on their laps were sitting in chairs against the wall apparently watching them play.  All of the men were wearing black leather jackets with a large patch ‘Hades Road Crew’ embroidered on the back.  Two of the tables in the front left were occupied, one with two other men also with women on their laps and a number of bottles of beer on the table.  Two other men, alone, sat at the other table, also with beers in front of them.  All of the men wore the same leather jackets, and all of the women were dressed in a way that Jared saw that Deanna had at least gotten the dress code for women in this place correctly.  There was one person without a leather jacket sitting at the far end of the bar and a single bartender behind.  Finally there was a barmaid wearing hot pants, cowgirl boots and a tight white tee shirt with ‘Harry’s Haven’ emblazoned in front.  She was busy shuttling beers and empties back and forth.

Any unknown patron entering such a place would have drawn some momentary attention from at least some of the others.  Jared, dressed as he was, drew somewhat more.  He made his way over to the bar and the bartender.

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked, a small amused smile on his face.

“A glass of milk.” Jared answered.

The bartender lost his smile.  “You gotta be shittin me.  We don’t serve nothin like that.  Is this some kind of joke?” he scowled.

“Jack.”  The man at the end of the bar spoke up.  He was wide and beefy, with a gray mustache and beard and longish gray hair.  “This is a paying customer.  If he wants milk, you get him milk.  I’m sure we have some in the fridge in the back.”

“Okay Harry, whatever you say.”  He smirked at Jared, and there were snickers coming from the table with the two solo men.  Jack went through a door behind the bar at the end.  Three somewhat tense minutes later he returned with a 3 ounce tumbler filled with milk.  He put it on the bar in front of Jared.

“That’ll be twenty bucks.” he announced. 

Jared almost choked.  “For a small glass of milk?”

“Supply and demand, my friend.” Harry intoned again from the end of the bar.  “We don’t have much of a supply and you had a great demand.  So now it’s time to pony up.”

The previous snickers from the table behind him now became a barking laugh.

“I guess you have a good point.” Jared agreed, offering back a small smile of his own.  He laid one of the twenties that Deanna had given him onto the bar.  He then took the glass of milk and went over to the farther of the two tables by the front door and sat down to slowly nurse his drink.

About five minutes later Deanna and Belle made their entrance.  If an apparently out of place Jared had caught the momentary attention of some of the regulars, two unknown women did even more so.  With a great show of nonchalance Deanna led the way for the two of them over to the bar.

Jack grinned at them after they had settled themselves onto bar stools.  “What’s your pleasure?” he asked.

“That depends.”  Deanna smiled back.  “But we’ll start with a couple of beers.”

Jack’s grin got broader as he opened two bottles of beer and put them with two empty glasses in front of the pair.  Deanna disdained the glasses, picked up one of the bottles and handed it to Belle, then grabbed the other and took a healthy swig.  Belle followed suit with a much smaller swallow of her own.

After a couple of minutes the two men at the nearby table got up and sauntered over to the bar.  Both were rather big and burly and certainly appeared physically imposing.

“Looks like we got some new meat here tonight, Jack.” one of them said to the bartender, loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

Deanna turned toward him and smiled again.  “What a coincidence.  I was just saying the same thing to my friend Belle here.”

The man grinned back.  “Well then, what say my friend and I buy you  two another round and we all get to know each other a lot better.”

“It’ll take a lot more that a couple of beers to do that.” Deanna laughed.

The man turned to his friend leaning on the bar next to him.  “Ooo, it seems like we got a couple of live ones here, Artie.”

Deanna in turn looked to Belle and said loudly enough for all to hear as well.  “The more important question, Belle, is do we have any live ones ourselves.”

“Well why don’t we all find out.” the first man laughed in response.  “Jack, another round for all of us, and have Sweetpea,” nodding over at the barmaid, “bring em over to the table for us.”

“Sure Nick.” Jack replied.

Nick made a small mock bow toward Deanna and with a sweep of his hand indicated their table.  “Ladies.”  he offered. 

Deanna arched an eyebrow and waited several beats as if considering.  Finally she spoke up.  “Why not, Belle.  Let’s see what the goods are.” and she then stood up and led the way over to the designated table, with Belle and the two bikers right behind.  Nick sat down next to Deanna, with Artie next to Belle.

Several more rounds of beer followed, with Deanna and Nick trading increasingly more suggestive quips and jibes.  Nick, not particularly used to this kind of interaction with women, seemed to be enjoying himself as much as Deanna.  After a few more beers she found herself sitting on his lap, occasionally fending off in mock horror some, but purposefully not all, of the advances of his roving hands.

Belle remained far more quiet and drank far less despite Artie’s efforts to further engage her.  Most of her responses were one or two words or a weak smile.  “You’re quite the shy one, ain’t ya.” Artie reckoned.  “But that’s alright.  I like em shy.  Who needs all that much yappin when we get down to it.”

“Yes, I suspect that talk would be quite a hindrance to any of your conquests, Artie.”  Deanna piped in.  Artie grinned in agreement, while Nick smirked, seemingly at his friend’s expense.  A slow Country Western song came up on the juke box.

“If you don’t want to gab, why don’t we get up and dance.” Artie suggested with a leer.  Belle stiffened.

“Oh, go on Belle.  Give the guy a thrill.”

Belle nodded at Deanna’s charge, and Artie stood.  “We’ll see who gets the bigger thrill.” he said.   He guided Belle over to the area in front of the juke box,  wrapped his arms around her, and began to sway in a semblance of a dance.

”Your friend’s pretty uptight, ain’t she.” Nick observed as one of his hands worked its way under Deanna’s shirt.

“Oh she’s fine.” Deanna retorted.  “It’s just that it’s that time of the month for her.”

Nick guffawed.  “Artie’s going to love that when he finds out. And be fuckin pissed.  Looks like I picked the right one tonight.”

“In more ways that one.”  Deanna laughingly agreed, allowing his hand to find her breast.

“Holy Fuckin Shit.”  Artie suddenly bellowed from across the room, breaking the spell.  “This Fuckin Cunt is a Fuckin Fag”

While dancing he had slipped his hand down the front of her miniskirt and Belle had been too startled and terrified to remember the ‘on the rag’ strategy.  “You Fuckin Bitch.” he screamed as he ripped her skirt down so that everyone could see that she was most definitely not.

Deanna shot off Nick’s lap and started to rush over.  “Leave her alone, asshole” she screamed.  But Nick was just as fast.  He grabbed her from behind. “What, are you a fuckin faggot as well?”  he roared.  She swung around and tried to push him away.

“Get your filthy paws off of me.” she yelled back.  Nick responded by hitting her with a full clenched fist across the face, knocking her to the floor, blood spouting out from a huge cut above her eye.  He raised his arm to strike her again when he pitched forward and down to the ground himself, tackled from behind by Jared.  Utilizing his surprise, Jared scrambled up and punched Nick in the jaw, keeping him stunned and on the floor.  Jared got up just in time to see Artie, leaving Belle behind, rushing over to his friend’s aid.  He took a wild swing at Jared who ducked underneath and delivered one of his own to Artie’s gut, doubling him over, and then followed it up with a blow to Artie’s head staggering him back.

“Get her out of here, Belle. Now.” Jared used the moment’s respite to shout, before turning his attention back to his two combatants.  Belle needed no further encouragement.  She grabbed the still dazed and bleeding Deanna by the arm and half dragged her toward the front door.  As they got there Deanna had begun to recollect her senses and turned back just in time to see one of the other bikers in the bar strike Jared full in the back with a bar stool, knocking him down to his knees before Artie then grabbed and pulled him up holding him in a bear hug as Nick got to his feet and approached.

“Jared.” Deanna wailed.  “We’ve got to help him.”

“Honey.” the barmaid who was also standing by the door chimed in.  “You two best get out of here as fast as you can before them boys turn their attentions back to you.  And you can be sure they won’t be gentle when they do.”

Much as she hated herself for agreeing, Belle could see that there was nothing they could do for Jared here, who was now surrounded by a whole group of bikers taking their turns punching and kicking him as Artie held him fast.

“My Lady, she’s right, we can’t help him here.  We’ve got to get out and call the police.”  She pulled the struggling Deanna through the door, who fought her to go back.  But Belle would not be deterred.  “Your phone, My Lady.  Where is it?  We have to call the police.”

Given an alternative course of action Deanna turned away from the bar.  “It’s in the car.”  She started to race in that direction losing both shoes along the way.  Belle was right behind her.  Unlocking the car door as fast as she could she scrambled in, found the phone and rapidly dialed 911.

“They’re killing him.” she screamed when the operator came on.  “Who Ma’am, where?” the operator answered.  “The bar, ‘Harry’s Haven’.  I don’t remember the address.  You’ve got to help him.  PLEASE HURRY” she cried.  “We’ve got a fix on your phone Ma’am.  We’ll dispatch a police unit right away.” 

For what seemed like forever but was only about two terrifying minutes later a police car with lights flashing rapidly pulled into the lot in front of Harry’s.  Within another minute two more squad cars screeched up, and together a group of six policemen rushed into the bar.  Belle had to physically hold on to Deanna to keep her from running back.

“The police are there, My Lady.  They’ll take care of things, but it still might be dangerous for us.”

“But Jared ... I have to know how he is.  They were beating him so badly.”

“The police will take care of him, My Lady.  We’ll stay here and wait and when they bring him out we’ll get him.”

Deanna was barely placated and as the minutes ticked by with nothing seeming to happen either inside or out she became more and more distraught.  Finally she could take no more and made to get out of the car to go back.  Just as she did, an ambulance, lights also flashing, pulled up in front.  Two paramedics jumped out, opened the back, pulled out a stretcher, and rolled it quickly inside.  Four of the policemen came out to form a perimeter around the front lot to keep away the onlookers that had started to gather.  Deanna moved forward as far as one of them, who stopped her.

“Is ... Is anyone hurt inside?” she asked, panicked.

“It’s a police matter Ma’am, I can’t say much more.” the policeman replied.  He then saw the large cut over her eye that was still oozing.  “Are you alright?” he asked

“I just want to know that ... that everyone in there is okay ... I have a friend ... friends ...” she didn’t know what more to say.

The policeman further took in how she looked.  They all knew about Harry’s and that was why they had responded so quickly in such numbers.  “Well there is a guy in there who’s pretty busted up that they’re taking down to Riverside General.  That’s all I can tell you..  The rest is a police investigation.”

At that point the paramedics hurriedly wheeled out a man on the stretcher.  Though he was strapped in and covered and wearing an oxygen mask, Deanna could see the shoulder tops of the powder blue sweater.  Shaken, she turned back to Belle who was right behind her and handed her the cell phone.  “Call ... call Edward and tell him what happened, that we’re following the ambulance.  Tell him to meet us at the hospital.  Tell him ...” she couldn’t go on anymore.  She rapidly made her way back to the car.

Belle got Edward on the phone and briefly described what had occurred, “...  and I think the Lady’s going to have to be seen at the hospital as well.  I think she’s going to need some stitches.” she added at the end. 

As she reached the car she hung up and got into the driver’s seat next to the numbed Deanna.  She started up the car and began to follow the ambulance that had just pulled out and begun to speed away.