Renewing Lost Love (10 page)

I look down at my hands that are clenched so
tightly together in my lap the knuckles are white then begin to
tell my story starting with the day James Bixby kidnapped me from
the swamp in Louisiana. I explain how he knocked me unconscious,
tied me to the bed, and brutally raped me, then how he tied me up
and tossed me in the back of his truck and took me to the compound
in Idaho. I tell him how he would tie me to the frame of the truck
at night, stuffing the dirty handkerchief in my mouth then raping
me repeatedly. I explain how he managed to get me all the way to
Idaho without my escaping.

I tell him how Bixby liked his sex rough and
how he demanded that I continually fight him as he raped me and how
he would beat me or physically hurt me in other ways when I
hesitated. I describe the cruel way he would painfully twist my
nipples or violently penetrate me with metal rods or other objects.
I tell him about how he teased me with that big ugly knife
threatening to cut off my breasts and how he would put guns to my
head threatening my life when I displeased him. I explain what
happened the night he sliced my face open.

I give explicit details about the perverted
and disgusting sexual acts he forced me to perform on him and the
other men at the various compounds where we lived. I tell him the
details about the orgies that James so enjoyed with two or more of
the men at a time. I explain how one man would hold me in place as
another would rape me anally and even about the times I was forced
to give one man head as another raped me from behind while others
watched. And finally, I told him about the homosexual acts he
forced me to perform with one of the women at the Flathead Lake
compound in front of all of the men and teenage boys before the two
were gang raped. As I am talking tears are streaming down my face
and I am shaking violently. When I stop talking, the doctor says,
“Jasmine, explain to Keith how all of these things made you
feel.”

Shaking with shame and disgust, I whisper, “I
feel humiliated, violated, dirty, used, disgusting, unworthy. I
don’t see how you can possibly love me after all the things I’ve
done.”

I look up at Keith and see the tears running
down his face and the sorrow in his eyes. My heart clenches in fear
of what he might say.

Keith’s heart is pounding heavily, shattering
at the pain he hears in Jasmine’s voice. His stomach is churning
and he is having difficulty maintaining the contents. He sees the
fear and shame in her eyes. Taking several deep calming breaths and
brushing the tears off his face, Keith gently clasps my hand in his
shaking one, kneels at my feet and gazes lovingly into my eyes,
clouded by tears. Placing a tender kiss on my palm he says,
“Jasmine, I love all of you, the essence of your spirit, your soul.
It doesn’t matter to me what you look like or what you did or even
how you felt when that animal made you do those things. You, the
real you, the extremely strong woman that allowed you to survive in
those horrific conditions for fifteen long years, the fierce
fighting spirit that would not give up even when hopelessness
consumed you, the tender soul that helped Melanie and no telling
how many others, the one that lives in your heart, that is the
Jasmine I love now, have always loved, and will continue to love
forever.”

I throw my arms around his neck with tears
streaming down my face and whisper, “Oh Keith, I love you too.” He
pulls me close and holds me while I sob. After a few minutes I ask,
“Are you sure Keith? It really doesn’t matter to you that I did
those horrible, disgusting things?”

Smiling lovingly Keith replies, “It really
doesn’t matter. All that matters to me is that you are here now, in
my arms, and that you love me.”

******

When Keith walks out of the hospital to get
in the helicopter a smile is curving his lips and his heart is
soaring with happiness. Jasmine achieved a major breakthrough
today. For her to be able to relate to him all of those horrible
things are an indication that she is finally coming to terms with
them. She is on her way back to him. The doctor assures him that
Jasmine will be ready to come home in about two weeks. He gets
furious when he lets himself dwell on the horrible perverted things
Bixby made her do so he has decided that he is not going to think
about them. The man is an animal. He is going to concentrate on
Jasmine’s recovery and her love for him.

Just as he is getting ready to fire up the
helicopter his cell phone rings and he answers, “Pinky.”

“Hey, Pinky, Bixby left the cabin a little
while ago. Someone in a blue truck picked him up. We don’t know yet
if he is leaving the area or just going into town but I wanted to
keep you in the loop. We called the FBI and they are trying to
locate them. Are you headed back?” asks Scoot.

“I am just about to head back now. I should
be back at the ranch around dark. You should be able to get me on
the radio if anything else develops before then,” answers
Pinky.

“So, how did the session go? Is everything
all right?” asks Scoot.

Smiling Pinky answers, “Yeah, everything is
great. The doctor thinks Jasmine should be ready to leave here in
about two weeks. I want to take her to Louisiana for a few days if
you don’t mind.”

“Let’s wait until we see what’s going to
happen with Bixby. If everything is quiet, a few days away should
be fine. See you tonight,” replies Scoot.

******

James Bixby is going stir crazy. He is
thankful he found this cabin to lay low in for the past five weeks
but he is ready to hit the road again. He contacted his old friend
Smitty from Louisiana and he is coming to pick him up. He found a
throw away cell phone in one of the drawers in the bedroom and was
thrilled when it still worked.

The first thing he and Smitty are going to do
is take out those bastards at the compound near Sandpoint that
kicked him out in his time of need. Then he is going back to
Louisiana where he can call in some favors and get some money and
weapons together before he heads back to Wyoming to take care of
business. He wants to be well armed and ready for anything, maybe
even pick up some dynamite or a few hand grenades. He has it all
planned out in his mind, exactly how he is going to kill them all,
those guys at the Sandpoint compound and those mercenaries, and
when he finds Jasmine, how he is going to make her pay for
deserting him. Yep, he is ready to get started.

******

When Pinky gets back to the ranch Scoot is
waiting at the helipad for him and says, “Bixby just got back to
the cabin with the other guy. I want you to see if you recognize
him. The license plates on the blue truck are from Louisiana.”

When they walk into the office, all of the
guys are gathered around the computer listening to the conversation
between Bixby and someone he is calling Smitty.

Bixby says, “I am so pumped. That was the
most fun I have had in ages. I absolutely loved the look of terror
on Davis’ face right before I scattered his brains all over the
ground. The bastard deserved to sweat. He might as well have handed
me over to the cops that day he dropped me at the mall in
Kalispell.” He shakes his head in disgust. Then he says, “The women
were really something! Wow! Now that was some good pussy. I can’t
believe the bastards never shared with me when I lived at that
compound.”

Smitty says, “I agree, that was some great
pussy. I loved that woman on woman stuff you made them do. I was
harder than I’ve been since I was a randy teenager! I just wish we
had brought that little blonde with us. She really knew how to give
great head.”

Bixby says, “You know we couldn’t leave any
witnesses. Besides, choking the life out of them gives me a rush
almost as good as screwing them. There’s plenty of good pussy
around. All we have to do is pick it up. Let’s get some sleep.
We’re leaving this dump tomorrow. I have some more debts to
collect!”

Scoot asks, “Are you guys recording this, I
hope?”

Goose says, “Of course, you know us better
than that!”

Scoot asks, “Well, Pinky, do you know that
other guy?”

Pinky says, “Yeah, his name is Raymond Smith.
He owns a biker bar near where we lived in Louisiana. I always
figured he was up to no good.”

Stump asks, “Is there any way we can get a
GPS tracking device on that truck tonight before they leave in it
tomorrow?”

Scoot says, “That’s a great idea! Goose will
you fly Bear to Kalispell? He has the best chance of getting in and
out of the area without being seen. Any advantage we can get we
need to use. We’ll monitor the surveillance cameras from here.
Check with us before you approach the cabin to make sure all is
still quiet.”

Goose says, “We’re on our way. See you in the
morning.”

“Pinky, you need to call Richard Dean about
the slaughter at the compound. Let him know we have the recorded
conversation where Bixby admits to shooting Davis and choking the
women.”

A few minutes later, Scoot’s cell phone
rings, “Scoot.”

“Scoot, we’re going to take the jet. Bear
thinks he can get to the area of the cabin best by car and the jet
will get us to Montana a lot faster,” says Goose.

“Fine, keep us posted,” replies Scoot.

******

Two hours later Scoot’s cell phone rings
again, “Scoot.”

Goose says, “We’re here and we’ve activated
the GPS. Make sure you can pick up the signal before Bear leaves
for the cabin.”

Sitting at the computer Scoot brings up the
GPS map. He answers, “I have it showing at the airport in
Kalispell.”

Goose says, “Good, follow it while Bear takes
it to the cabin. We’ll call you again when it is in place.”

Scoot watches the computer screen and follows
the GPS device as it travels from the airport to a road just down
the mountain from the cabin. Then he watches as Bear makes his way
through the forest to the cabin and places the device on the truck.
About twenty minutes later, his cell phone rings again,
“Scoot.”

“The device is in place. Are you still
getting the signal?” asks Goose.

“It’s coming in perfectly. Great job, guys.
Be careful coming home,” answers Scoot.

At first light the next morning the entire
Drake Security team is gathered around the computer watching to see
where the truck is headed. They all breathe a collective sigh of
relief when the truck continues east out of Bozeman instead of
turning south toward Cody Wyoming.

The FBI has decided to monitor Bixby’s
movements as long as he is with Smitty in the truck with the GPS
locator. They will follow at a distance to try to prevent any more
crimes but will not interfere without reason. The next time they
take Bixby into custody, they want to make sure he doesn’t
escape.

Two weeks after his counseling session with
Jasmine and her doctor, Pinky is back at the hospital in Phoenix to
pick her up and return her to the ranch. His heart is soaring and
he can’t wait to hold her in his arms again. He meets first with
the doctor who reminds him that he is quite sure Jasmine still has
some blocked memories that will surface from time to time. He
encourages him to be patient and understanding. Jasmine will
continue to see one of his colleagues at the hospital in Cody on a
twice weekly basis.

Pinky is standing by the window in the
doctor’s office waiting for her to come from her last group session
when he hears, “Keith?”

Turning from the window, he sees her standing
in the door smiling. She is so beautiful with her auburn hair
falling loosely around her shoulders. His heart is pounding and a
warm smile slides across his face. He opens his arms and she rushes
into them and hugs him tightly. Lifting her face to his, he
tenderly kisses her. When she opens her lips for his invasion, his
heart skips a beat and he dives into the depths of her mouth
tasting her unique flavor. A groan of pleasure works its way up his
throat from deep within his chest.

I am so happy. I finally understand that
Keith really does love me in spite of my past and I feel so very
blessed to have him back in my life. When his lips touch mine I am
overwhelmed with emotion and tears stream down my face. When I open
my lips to his invasion and his tongue dives into the moist
recesses of my mouth tangling with mine, my stomach does a flip
flop and my toes curl. I am drowning in sensations I had all but
forgotten. When he finally lifts his head and pulls me close to his
chest I can hear his heart pounding and his ragged breathing. I
know he is just as affected by the kiss as I am and my heart soars
with happiness.

When we arrive back at the ranch I am
surprised and pleased to find the entire Rock Springs Ranch
extended family waiting in the great room to welcome me back. When
I walk in the house I am greeted with cheers of “Welcome Home!”
Pinky stays at my side beaming at the compliments over my beautiful
new face and grinning at the teasing from the other guys about
already wearing the old ball and chain.

Dylan approaches me and says, “Well
Beautiful, are you pleased with the results of your plastic
surgery?”

Blushing I reply, “Oh Dylan, I am so happy. I
never dreamed I could look like this again. It is almost as if that
part of my life never happened. Thank you so much for recommending
the surgeon to me. He is a miracle worker.” I hug him warmly and
place a warm kiss on his cheek.

Pinky grins and says, “Careful there Scoot.
You already have one beautiful woman. Leave mine alone!”

I elbow him in the ribs and he doubles over
like he is in pain.

Scoot’s cell phone rings, “Scoot.” He listens
carefully stepping away from the festivities into the study. When
he comes back in Pinky notices a look of concern on his face and
sends him a questioning look. Scoot shakes his head and mouths the
word “Later.”