D I V O R C E by cmsix

Chapter 9

When we got to the kitchen I pulled a paper towel off the roll and handed it to her. At least I'd had sense enough to stock up on them during one of my strolls through multiple Wal-Marts. She looked at it, clearly not understanding what it was for, so I took it back, went to my knees, raised the T-shirt and gently dried her pussy, even getting the small trail of my come that was now sliding down her thigh.

Finished, I stood again and Louise reached up to pull my face toward hers. She showed me that she'd been paying attention at least part of the time by putting her lips to mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth. Damn, kids catch on so fast these days.

The refrigerator was Louise's next momentous discovery. She couldn't believe it was cold inside. Even after I got out two of the carry out steak dinners and put them in the microwave, she kept opening the door feeling how cold it was and then closing it and putting her hand on the outside of the door. She squeaked, jumped back, and then backed away from it when she heard the compressor kick on.

While the steak dinners were reheating I fried a couple of eggs each for us and Louise watched carefully. I knew she must know what eggs were but apparently they didn't have frying pans in her village, or whatever it was called.

She caught on to the fork in seconds and though she didn't realize what her steak knife was, she understood its use after only one showing. It was plain that she knew exactly what beans were but eating them with a spoon was novel for her.

I was still reluctant to get Indians and firewater together so I poured us both a glass of iced tea, without the ice, since it was cold enough anyway. Tea was plainly new to her but she seemed to like it; however, she didn't have the good old American habit of washing her food down without chewing it much. Of course that was still a hundred or more years in the future, and all things aren't better just because they're newer.

After we'd cleaned up the kitchen I thought we might just as well go to bed. I figured showing her about television and the miracle of VHS could wait for another day.

Once we were naked again I demonstrated turning down the bed so we could sleep under a sheet. Louise wasn't impressed that much and once we were in the bed it was clear that she expected to make the beast with two backs again.

I know she was eager to try this new game again, but I also knew that her pussy was going to be sore in the morning already and that hosing her down again would just make it worse. I solved the problem by rolling her to her back, spreading her legs, and eating her pussy until she couldn't stand any more. She was asleep within seconds after I quit.

I rolled her to her side, snuggled up behind her and then raised her top leg a little with my hand so my hard dick could flop up and find a warm spot just below her pussy. I was sleeping myself in seconds.

It was still dark out when I woke the next morning and no wonder, we'd gone to bed before the sun went down. Louise was trying to be still but it was apparent that she was awake. She probably felt she shouldn't try to escape from the arm I had over her, holding a titty.

I got out of bed and I knew I needed to piss so I was sure she needed to also. I led her to the bathroom and had her sit on the throne. Then I discovered it was hard to show someone where to piss with sign language. I had her stand up but knew better than to try showing her how I would do it, so I sat down and let go, pointing her to my dick so she could see exactly what was going on.

The demonstration worked well and when I relinquished the seat she was glad to take my place and do her duty. Showing her the lever to flush after she was done and had vacated the throne might have been a mistake, because she wanted to do it over and over. I knew it must be amazing for her and I also had a small pump that could refill the water tank, but it was a pain in the ass to do it, so I had to make her quit after a few times.

I fixed ground sausage and eggs for breakfast this morning and Louise watched me carefully with the eggs again. Apparently she felt that cooking ground meat was a no brainer, even though I wondered where she'd ever seen ground meat. I threw her another curveball with a big glass of cold milk, it was beyond her comprehension, but she drank it and seemed to like it fine.

After we dressed, me back in the same jeans and Louise in her micro-mini buckskins we went outside and I was trying to decide what to do today. I started to make a small fire but Louise rooted me out of the way, placing tinder and small sticks to get it started her way. I didn't want her fucking around wasting time with it, so when she fished out a piece of flint and an iron ore rock I showed her my bic and after a few minutes she knew exactly how to use it, and she did.

She boldly went back into the trailer, her fear of it over I guess, and came out with the enameled coffee pot full of water, the coffee can and two cups, one half full of water, and the pot holder.

I could see at once that I'd made a mistake by not showing her the wonders of Mr Coffee and I hoped she didn't get angry at me when I got around to it later on. I made the coffee anyway, even though this thing made twenty cups and I was not about to let her drink anywhere near that much.

When it was done I served us and we were sitting on our asses on the ground, drinking coffee. I had some lawn chairs but only six so I hadn't showed my hand yesterday. I guessed I could ease her into them today or tomorrow.

We were on our second cup when we heard that birdcall that wasn't a birdcall. Louise looked at me and I nodded my head. She answered with her version and soon Sky came trotting up. I went inside to get him a cup as soon as I saw him. He was talking to Louise when I came back and he smiled and nodded his head when I poured his cup full.

When I was done Louise started making hand signs at me. She'd point to my trailer, say something, walk the fingers of one hand down her opposite forearm and then point to Sky and say the same word.

I'd already decided I was not about to try learning their language, so I pointed to the trailer, called it home, walked my fingers down my arm, pointed to Sky and then off in the direction he'd come from and said home again. She nodded and smiled and I drained my cup. I reached into the trailer for my Marlin and then closed and locked the door.

Before we took off, Louise pointed to the coffee pot that I'd left on the ground by the fire. I fished out my keys and went back inside for the coffee can and then came back out, handing Louise the coffee can and picking up the pot of coffee with the potholder.

I'm sure they thought we were leaving now but I only went as far as the U-Haul, set the coffee pot down, and then opened the trailer to dig around inside it for a case of the cups. After locking the door I tried picking up the coffee again while holding the box of cups, but it held fifty and it was too damned heavy and awkward for that trick.

Sky and Louise saw the trouble and Sky took over the box, even though I was sure he didn't have any idea what was in it. Finally we were on our way, walking at a steady but somewhat slow pace and drinking our coffee as we did.

When we got to their home, about forty-five minutes later, the whole damned village was turned out to greet us, or to look at me at least.

Sky set the cups down and I set the coffee pot and my cup on the box too, and so Louise set the coffee can and her cup on it. Sky led me to meet an older man who was standing in front of what was the best whatever you call the homes they had. They seemed to be made of layered grass of some kind and they looked like a funky haircut on a pointy headed boy.

Anyway, I came to understand that this must be the chief or whatever they called him. I pointed to myself and said Bill and he pointed to himself and said something else I couldn't hope to repeat. I tried George and he gave me a smile, so that deal was made.

There was no way for anyone to tell me or ask me anything and I was wondering why I was here, unless it had just been a command appearance for the chief.

Louise got right to the point though and motioned for me to enter the chief's apparent home. It was nearly pitch dark in it but there was a small torch type thing burning near where a small child was lying.

Louise pointed to the child and I knelt to look more closely. At first glance I could see that it was a boy and that he was feverish. I held the back of my hand to his forehead and knew the feverish part was correct. I guessed that the medicine man, if they had one, was out of his depth and that they'd asked me here to see if I could help.

I didn't know if I could or not, because I didn't have any idea what was causing the fever. Louise cured that by pulling back the fur that was covering the boy. Even in the dark I could see that he had a wound on his left lower leg, just above the ankle and that it was infected.

I needed more light and I pulled the small mag light out of my web belt and turned it on without thinking. An older man in the corner, one I hadn't realized was there, began squawking about the light, at least I think that's what he was mad about, and then began some rapid fire indian lingo. Of course I didn't understand it.

I ignored him and looked over the wound with my light. I didn't understand why it was infected because it was only a small jagged tear from a rock or stick or something. Infected it was though, and pretty badly. The flesh all around the wound was red and swollen and I could see some streaking up the leg from the wound. His fever had also been impressive to the touch.

I knew that a couple of aspirin would help him a lot unless something went terribly wrong. I'd heard that some people were alergic to aspirin but I had a hard time believing it. I was going to try anyway.

I figured a few doses of penicillin would help a lot too and I knew I had some in my self-made first aid kit. Cleaning the wound with hydrogen peroxide couldn't do any harm either.

It took only a few minutes to make Louise understand that we had to go back to the trailer. During this time, whoever the old man that had been in the hut was, had come out and began squawking, rattling in their language and then shouting in it.

Rega got enough after a few minutes and came over arguing. It only made matters worse and I was tired of it, so I pulled out my Glock and fired into the air, then I pointed it at the old man and said shut up.

I know no one understood the words but the old man damned sure understood the tone and he must not have wanted to listen to the Glock again. He closed his mouth, and when he did I holstered the Glock.

Louise and I started for the trailer and Sky was right behind. I trotted as much as I could this time but I didn't let myself get out of breath. Of course it was no strain on Louise or Sky.

At the trailer I grabbed my first aid kit. It was in an old doctor's bag that I'd picked up at some garage sale or other. I put in a bottle of veterinary penicillin from the fridge, a roll of gauze, some hydrogen peroxide, and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol; a few disposable syringes with needles attached, and a 500 count bottle of Bayer, fresh from Wal-Mart, finished my packing.

We were on our way back within ten minutes.

There was a little more trouble when we got back. None of them thought it was a good idea to bring the patient outside, but they relented when I wouldn't go back into the hut, or whatever it was. Hell, it was too dark in there to do anything.

The boy had revived a little from the movement, and I had him drink a couple of coffee mugs of water right off the bat, then I swabbed hell out of his forearm with the alcohol and put just a tiny bit of the penicillin under his skin. He was brave about it and didn't flinch.

While I was waiting to see if there was some reaction to that, I had Louise make him drink more water and then I gave him one aspirin which I made sure he washed down with more water.

I didn't know whether my subcutanious test would really mean anything or not, but it couldn't hurt, and I did know that some people were allergic to penicillin.

Half an hour later, the test site didn't look any the worse for wear, so I had him lie on his stomach, scrubbed his left ass cheek with alcohol until it should have shined, and then gave him four ccs of the penicillin, about enough for a small horse. I hoped like hell he wasn't allergic to it.

Even though he hadn't known what was coming he didn't yelp or squirm overmuch from the shot. I kept making him drink water every time I thought I could get some more down him, and it wasn't forty-five minutes before he had to pee. Everyone else was startled when he got up and was able to hobble away from camp to do it, with help on each side of course.

I figured that half of his problem had been dehydration and now that we were working on that I could plainly tell that the aspirin was helping; I felt that we'd made progress.

I decided to clean the wound as best I could now, and I had them fetch something for him to sit on and something else to prop his injured leg up. Getting that done was harder than most anything else.

I washed it gently with alcohol first, trying to get the crud cleaned away so I could see more about what it looked like. Once it was fairly clean, I could see several pustules below the skin. I opened another disposable syringe and used its point to open the pustules and then applied light pressure until the pus was mostly drained, and all I was getting was blood. Pouring on peroxide and letting it foam away at the rest of it was impressive whether or not it was effective.

He hadn't complained of a bellyache yet, so after two more mugs of water I gave him another aspirin and kept hoping for the best. Of course he already looked fifty percent better and I'm sure the water had more to do with that than anything else.

The aspirin was no doubt helping with the fever as well, even though it wouldn't do a thing for the infection. I kept an eye on my watch and made sure he got another one every two and a half hours.

The old man couldn't stand it after about five hours and he came back, getting reved up to start in again. I just pulled my Glock and pointed it at him this time, expecting Rega or someone to run him off. Someone did for sure, George came over and I'm glad I couldn't understand what he was saying to the poor guy. He slunk off and disappeared after that.

Someone else, an older woman I hadn't seen before, made noises about the boy just before sunset and I figured she was asking about moving him back inside. She was looking right at me so I just shook my head and hoped that would do it.

There wasn't a damned thing inside that hut that could help him. It wasn't even cold outside, and there was every chance there was plenty in there that could hurt. It's nasty where people live.

He'd have done better out in a field as long as someone kept predators away from him. A foal born out in a pasture has at least a thirty percent better chance of surviving than one born in a barn, and it was bound to be more healthy for people too.