I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 5

The bad thing about being lucky is that sometimes your luck changes. Wednesday after school the twins detoured us by one of the big malls. They needed a few things and I took them by and waited for them out near the food court.

Brent Jefferson was pissed. Until last Thursday he'd thought he was on top of the world. He was the All State quarterback. He had secured a football scholarship to the state's top university. His girlfriend was beautiful and sexy and she was the Homecoming Queen; then on Thursday she dumped him, gave him the brown helmet, shit on his head, all for a date with some rich kid who wasn't even in high school. The All State quarterback, super football stud, had been dumped for an eighth grade kid, just because he had a fancy car. Brent Jefferson was pissed.

It was now the Wednesday after the aforementioned tragedy and Brent thought his luck might be picking back up. He was hanging out in the mall and he spied the cause of his romantic disaster strolling in with his twin sisters. When the axe fell on him he hadn't even known what the little brat looked like. He had taken pains to find out about him afterward though. He would know the kid anywhere now.

Brent moved behind one of the kiosk and watched. The sisters headed into Neiman's and the kid moved off toward the food court. Brent followed at a distance. The kid sat down on a bench and Brent decided to make his move.

I was sitting on a bench, waiting for Shelly and Shelia to do their shopping and then come back for me. I knew better than to tag along. Waiting, I wasn't paying any attention to anything; I was ruminating on how good my life was going.

"Well if it isn't little mister rich boy himself," Brent Jefferson said, announcing his presence.

I looked up from the bench to see six feet and two inches of pissed off sneering down at me. I decided maybe I should stand up. When I did I became alarmingly aware of how much more of Brent there was than there was of me.

"Hello Brent," I offered lamely.

"You little pipsqueak asshole. I think I'll pinch your dick off and make you a bitch, my bitch," Brent said.

"Uh," was all I could think of to say.

"I think I'll just jerk your jeans off and bend you over that bench and fuck your skinny ass right here in the mall," he continued.

I wasn't really worried about what Brent was saying but I could tell from his facial expressions and his body language that he probably actually intended to get physical after he talked himself into it. I didn't think anything I could say would help so I kept quiet. I did finally get my brain to function though and started trying to figure out what kind of attack was coming and where it was coming from.

"Cat got your tongue little asshole? Too bad; I'll probably throw it your dick and your little nuts after I get through making you my bitch," Brent continued.

I could see that he was about to go off and then he telegraphed a right that he aimed for the center of my face. I was able to move my head aside at the last second and it just grazed my left temple as it went by. He put so much into the one punch that he was off balance when it missed and he nearly fell into me.

I wrapped both arms around him and gripped with all my strength as he stumbled. Noticing that his feet were widely apart as he struggled for balance, I turned my body into him and lifted my right knee between his legs with all the speed and strength I could muster. Brent was back to being unlucky after all since I actually felt his balls giving way as they were mashed between my knee and his pelvic floor.

He went limp and I released him, stepping back, I let him fall to his hands and knees and then he began to retch. His lunch was soon on the floor and then he was dry heaving. I was flying high on adrenaline now and I wanted to start kicking the shit out of him while he was down. I didn't though; I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Dad, telling him where I was and what had happened. I could see a fat mall security guard running toward us as I was talking. I told Dad that also and he told me not to tell them anything except my name and that my father was on the way.

"What happened?" The security guard asked as he arrived, out of breath.

"My name is Jimmy Breslin. I've called my father and he is on his way here. He told me not to say anything until he arrived," I said, explaining.

"I asked what happened and I don't give a shit who you are. I don't care if your father is coming. He can kiss my ass later but you are going to tell me what happened, now," he said.

I decided he was a moron so I just kept my mouth shut. Brent groaned loudly about then and the fat guard bent down to look at him. He asked Brent what happened and Brent just groaned again so he started back with me. He cursed at me a little and then grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. I didn't resist.

Shelly and Shelia had arrived by then and when he shook me they came up and started screaming. He turned toward them and yelled back at them, telling them to shut up. Naturally they didn't.

"You little bitches had better shut up or I'll be shaking you next," he warned them.

Fat ass was getting on my nerves, and since he had me by the shoulders he was close enough, and since he was standing about like Brent had been, the opportunity was there. Shit, it had worked so well on Brent that I decided to let fat ass have a knee in the nuts too and I tried to see if I couldn't do him even harder.

Fat ass must have had more for lunch than Brent because, as his knees and hands hit the floor his last meal showed up to add to the mess and he contributed much more than Brent had. Soon there was no doubt that the lard-assed guard was a really big eater. As the vomit exploded from his big mouth it nearly splashed on Shelly and Shelia but they were able to jump clear at the last second. They came over to me and started on the first few hundred of probably a million questions while the guard heaved his guts out.

"Dad told me not to say anything until he gets here," I told them.

This stopped their queries and then I was surprised to see Dad walking rapidly down the mall toward me. It couldn't have been fifteen minutes since I'd called him. More impressive were the six policemen following in his wake.

The police made a kind of ring around the scene and were shooing people back. One of them, a sergeant, asked in a loud voice for anyone who had seen the incident to come over to a bench and wait to be interviewed. I was surprised again to see a few people who had been eating move over toward the bench. They were all older people, two couples and three men alone; they were all dressed nicely and looked respectable. I wondered what they were doing hanging out in the mall.

The sergeant came to us and looked at Brent and then fat ass. They were both through puking now and seemed to be just groaning. Brent had gathered enough strength to try cradling his balls but fat ass couldn't do anything but groan. The sergeant turned from them and looked at me.

"Are you all right son? Did they hurt you?" he asked me.

"I think I'll be ok. Brent clipped me on the temple and that fat guard shook me but I don't think I'm hurt," I said.

"He shook you, why did he shake you?" Dad asked.

"He was mad because I wouldn't talk to him. I wouldn't have kneed him but he threatened to shake Shelly and Shelia next," I told them.

"What?" Dad and the sergeant did the Shelly and Shelia trick and said it in unison.

I repeated myself and just as I made them understand, fat ass groaned louder. We all looked down at him as he was trying to get off his hands and rise to his knees. He pointed a finger at me and looked like he wanted to say something.

The sergeant hauled off and kicked him right in the chest. The fat guard flopped over onto his back and I heard his head whack the hard floor. Then the sergeant yelled to the nearest two of the other cops and told them the guard was resisting arrest. They came over fast and flopped him right back onto his face, which also smacked the floor loudly. One of them kneeled with a knee on the back of his neck while the other one nearly yanked his arms out of socket cuffing his hands behind his back.

I had been expecting the paramedics to arrive at anytime but they didn't. In a few minutes about six more uniform cops showed up bringing a couple of detectives with them. After the detectives read Brent and fat ass their rights two uniforms grabbed Brent, who was also cuffed by now and steered him out of the mall. Two more uniforms put a baton through the handcuffs on fat ass and began dragging him in the same direction.

I was expecting someone to question me sooner or later but they didn't. Dad talked to the detectives and then told me the ambulance would be there for me in a minute or two. I was going to protest until I saw that look in Dad's eyes; it made me keep my lips together firmly. Dad told Shelly and Shelia they should ride with me to the emergency room and then he asked for my car keys, telling me he would call a limo service to come out with an extra driver to take the Vette home for me. Then we waited for the paramedics.

When they got there I thought it was a little strange that they obviously knew Dad and called him Mr. Breslin. They asked me if I was in pain and I told them not really. Dad then spoke up and told them that a security guard had shaken me.

It was like he'd started a fire under their asses. They had me strapped to a backboard and on a gurney, rolling toward the ambulance, in under five minutes. Shelly and Shelia were right behind them. After they had me loaded, and Shelly and Shelia were seated, the ambulance left with its lights flashing and its siren screaming. A police cruiser swerved into the lead and another followed closely behind.

I went directly to the nearest emergency room and was examined by at least four doctors. They sent me for an MRI and then a CAT scan. The funny thing was, there was no waiting at all. It seemed like everyone was waiting for me to get there. I was in my hospital bed within an hour and a half. Shelly and Shelia were with me, and Mom showed up just as the nurse was tucking me in.

I was afraid Mom would be upset since I was in the hospital but it didn't look like she was. Dad had called her and I guessed he had told her it was just precautionary or something. I didn't really know what was going on. Mom kissed my cheek and asked me how I felt and then she wanted to see where I'd been hit. I told her I was fine and showed her where Brent's fist had grazed my temple. There was a small bruise and she looked it over.

She asked if I'd eaten and I told her none of us had. She said that was good since Dad had already called a caterer and that she thought our meal should arrive shortly. Sure enough a caterer arrived in a few minutes and set up a table for Mom, Dad and the twins. Dad came in just as the food was being served. A separate waiter served me at my bed tray.

After the meal was over and the caterer had cleared everything away Dad asked Mom and the twins to let us talk in private for a few minutes. They all kissed me on the cheek and went out to a waiting lounge. Dad told me there were two armed policemen guarding my door, merely as a precaution. I asked him why it had all escalated into such a big deal.

"I'm not an ambulance chaser, but when a big company is asking me to take two or three hundred thousand dollars I'm not going to turn them down."

"I don't understand," I told him.

"We've already done some checking into this little incident. We found that the security guard that assaulted you has caused trouble before and has gotten out of line handling the public on more than one occasion. Personally, I think he has some type of mental disorder that lets him think his uniform makes him someone important.

"Apparently the upper management of the company that owns that mall, and six others, had no idea he was still employed. For unknown reasons that mall's manager kept him on and kept it hidden from upper management. I'm sure there will be a thorough house cleaning now. Unfortunately for them it will be coming too late," Dad said.

"But how did you show up so fast and with so many policemen, and why did they all seem to be doing anything you wanted them to? I mean it seemed that they took it for granted that I hadn't done anything wrong without even asking me any questions."

"At our firm we understand that things go better all around if you can get along with the police and the District Attorney. Any policeman, fireman or paramedic gets the word early on in their job that if they need legal help they have a friend at our firm. We don't do it free but they know when they come to us they will get a greatly reduced rate. We are also heavy contributors to the 'widows and orphans' fund and we always support any pay or benefit increases that come up.

"Another favorable point in our relationship with "the authorities" is that we don't defend criminal cases, we don't practice that kind of law. Therefore none of us ever end up in court as an adversary to the police or District Attorney," he said.

"Well then I don't understand why you bother with them if you're never opposing them," I said.

"Our firm is for rich clients and occasionally rich people run afoul of the law. Since we have such a close relationship with the authorities we are almost always able to get embarrassing 'fuck-ups' swept under the carpet with no fuss. If one of our clients actually commits a serious crime, we recommend an excellent criminal lawyer for them and then put distance between that client and us. We don't want to be associated with things like that, it wouldn't be profitable for us."

"Is that why the police that came with you were so accommodating?" I asked.

"That particular sergeant is one of the highest ranked uniformed officers in the police department here. Three years ago his daughter, who was going to college in another city, got friendly with a bunch of undesirables and she got into serious trouble with drugs and other things. I personally found her the best lawyers I could and used all the influence I had to get her out of the mess. I paid for her to go to the best drug rehab facility in the country out of my own pocket and the sergeant has an excellent memory. He isn't shy about letting other officers know that my firm and I are friends of the police.

"In this particular situation we didn't really need such special treatment from the police but it didn't hurt a damned thing to have it. You didn't have to sit around for hours waiting for some cop who didn't know you to get time to grill you over what happened. In fact, I'm afraid anyone else who'd done what you did would have had a lot of explaining to do. It isn't that you did anything wrong but it looks a little odd to have a young boy disable two people in a public place like that, especially since one of them was a uniformed security guard," Dad said.

"I guess it would have seemed strange and I would have looked guilty of something if the police hadn't known I was your son," I said.

"You would probably have been released sooner or later but I'm pretty sure it would have been a few days later. The police have a shitty job and the people they come into contact with in that job are usually shitty people. They get used to dealing with assholes and after a while they assume anyone they come into contact with is an asshole until they're proved different. You got the benefit of the doubt right off the bat and in fact you've made somewhat of a name for yourself among the ones that were on the scene. Once they were away from there, they were laughing and joking about the shape Brent and the guard ended up in. One of them called you 'the baby-faced nut squasher' and they all laughed like hell," Dad said.

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not but I guessed it was better than being in a holding cell like the ones I'd seen on TV. I wondered if police stations were really anything like that and I was suddenly glad that I wasn't in a position to find out.

Somehow none of it seemed fair to me, I was getting an easy time of it and Brent and the guard were probably in one of those holding cells. Damned if that was so, it was fair. I'd been minding my own business, sitting on my ass and not bothering anyone when Brent started up with me and that fucking guard had started hassling me because I was still standing. I decided that I was glad Dad kept good relations with the police.

"How long will I have to stay in here? I have a date Friday night, and Saturday night too," I said, whining.

"Unless the doctors find something unexpected you should be released tomorrow afternoon. I will promise you that for each date you miss you will receive a check for one hundred thousand additional dollars. The management company's lawyers have already called me six times. I finally had them referred to one of the six attorneys that are working on the case," Dad grinned.

"Six, aren't you my lawyer?" I asked.

"I'm your father, I'd never represent you in legal matters. Believe me your attorneys are some of the best in the state. Their fees will end up being paid by the management company," Dad said.

"I guess it's just too complicated for me," I said, still whining.

"You're young yet, you'll understand these things after you finish at Harvard," Dad said.

It seemed like a lot of trouble for nothing to me. Then I remembered Dad had mentioned something about hundreds of thousands of dollars from the management company. I wondered why it would be so much and I asked him.

"That idiot guard actually has two previous convictions arising from his rough treatment of innocent people at that same mall. The company even lost a civil suit involving a large payout the last time he got into trouble. That's clearly negligence on their part. They were just begging to give some money away," Dad said.

"But I thought you said they thought he had been fired already."

"That was their biggest mistake. They ordered that he be terminated and then just assumed he had been but they didn't make sure. Someone wasn't taking care of the details and they have a good chance of facing criminal charges. The district attorney, Bill Jenkins, is seriously considering a court order to close the entire mall indefinitely while the state police investigate to see if they are employing other convicted felons as security personnel.

"Bill called to let me know that their attorney is in his office right now begging him not to do it. He said he wanted to make him get on his knees but he wasn't going to. He has a grudge against their legal firm since they didn't support him for re-election last time and our firm was one of his strongest supporters," Dad told me.

"Why would it matter so much if the mall had to close for a few days?" I asked, curious now.

"Because every business in the mall would sue the management company immediately and it would probably bankrupt them. Businesses pay a lot of money for advertising to get people in the door. If the mall were closed for a few days a lot of that money will have been wasted and there will be plenty of potential customers that will go elsewhere and they might keep going to elsewhere after the mall opens back up.

"Customers aren't a dime a dozen, it cost money just to get people into a store and when something that isn't your fault keeps them from getting in your store it is a large piss off, in this case it would be a litigating piss off.

"Since the management company is also the company that owns the properties they would almost certainly lose them if the court orders them to be closed for any significant length of time. I happen to know a few of the company's financial details and even though they are doing well, they're position is not nearly strong enough to stand up to much pressure. They have been expanding rapidly and they happen to be stretched a little thin, liquidity wise, right now.

"Added to their woes is the fact that their insurance carrier is going to raise hell before they pay for this fuck-up. They've already paid a wad of money over this guard and they aren't going to be happy to find out he was still around causing trouble and costing them money. It probably won't happen but the owners could possibly go from being rich men to poor men in a few months, all over one fat assed security guard. If they survive you can bet they will pay more attention next time," Dad explained.

I thought I understood some of it by now and I told Dad that. He said he new it was probably confusing. As a last little tidbit he told me that it was a good thing for us that it was all so confusing because taking care of these types of details had created his wealth. I did understand that and I suddenly understood partially how I came to be an eighth grader with a Corvette. Then I remembered Brent and wondered if he would try to get at me again later. I decided I'd better ask Dad if that was a possibility.

"Brent was just a big stupid boy with good speed and good reflexes. He had parlayed his physical gifts into a chance for a good education and possibly a career in professional sports. That's all over for him now. The DA says he intends to get at least two years of jail time for Brent.

"There were seven respectable witnesses that remembered Brent's threats to you. They all gave nearly identical statements to the detectives. Brent's mouthing off will cause him to also be charged as a violent sexual offender. He wouldn't be able to get in a college now if he could pay his own way. Currently he's been the unfortunate victim of a paper-work snafu at the jail. He was inadvertently put in a cell with two large black gentlemen who are very fond of young white boys. It looks like it will be Monday or Tuesday at least before the mix up gets untangled," Dad told me, with an innocent look on his face.

I laughed out loud and wondered who was going to be whose bitch by Monday.

Dad told Mom and the twins that they could come back in now and they did. They fussed over me and petted me until midnight when a nurse came in and asked them politely if they didn't think I should get a little rest. I got three goodnight kisses that I'm sure startled the nurse, even though she pretended not to notice.

After my family left, the nurse brought fresh ice for my water pitcher and then fiddled around with my bed for a few minutes. She asked if I felt like I could go to sleep. I told her that I was still a little keyed up and that my head was starting to ache. She looked at her clipboard and read a list of about twelve painkillers and sleeping pills that the doctors had allowed. She told me I could choose any one of them from that list or that, if I had a personal preference, she'd been instructed to call any of the doctors at home for authorization.

I was shocked at that kind of service but tried not to show it. Dad told me later that he was on the board at that particular hospital and that his firm was not only the largest contributor but also did all the hospitals legal work. They also did all the legal work for the doctors that were treating me.

I asked her if she could tell me about the listed medications, as I wasn't familiar with any of them, except Percodan. She gave me a pretty good description of each and told me what I could probably expect.

Asking her if she had a recommendation, she told me Talwin NX was her personal favorite. It would eliminate the pain and help me sleep and she also said it would probably give me some interesting dreams. She predicted that it would wear off in four to six hours but that I would probably remain asleep after that.

Since I had private arrangements for my meals, she said that I wouldn't be awakened in the morning. No one would be back until I buzzed. I asked for the Talwin NX and I was asleep shortly after taking it.

I woke at seven AM and buzzed to let them know I had. A different nurse came in to bring me fresh ice water and a large glass of orange juice. She said that the caterer had been notified and that I could expect breakfast in about forty-five minutes. When it came I devoured it. Afterwards I got up, took a leak, brushed my teeth and washed my face, getting back into bed when I'd finished.

Mom, Shelly and Shelia arrived at nine-thirty. Mom told one of the policemen guarding the door that we would be meditating and asked him to make sure we weren't disturbed until further notice. She came back in and took control of my bed, lowering it to the height she wanted.

My Mother and twin sisters proceeded to get buck-naked. They pulled down my sheet and removed my pajamas and then played turn about. One sucked my dick while the other two kissed me and rubbed their beautiful titties all over me. I could tell that Mom had given Shelly and Shelia cock sucking pointers since both now teased me to near orgasm and then backed off to delay it.

They sucked on my dick and tantalized me with their titties and their caressing hands and kissing lips and tongues for a solid hour. Mom made sure that Shelly had her mouth covering mine while she finally sucked the come out of me. It was a good thing too, I'm sure the guards could hear my groaning even with the precaution.

"We would have given you a thorough fucking Jimmy but we were afraid you were still too weak from your ordeal yesterday," Mom explained.

"You know best Mom and I would never contradict you; but most of what happened yesterday was me mashing two sets of balls to mush. You should have seen Brent and that fat ass puking," I said proudly.

Mom grinned now. Shelly and Shelia just giggled.

"I know, your father told me the whole story then Shelly and Shelia told me what they'd seen of it. I'm just worried that you might have bruised your poor knee. Which one was it?" Mom wanted to know.

I pointed to my right knee. Mom, Shelly and Shelia then spent about fifteen minutes kissing, stroking and rubbing their titties all over my possible injury. My dick was waving wildly again after this and I hinted that it might need some more attention.

"I don't think we should put you through that much stress. The doctors have checked all your imaging from last night thoroughly and they have agreed to release you from the hospital. They suggested you not return to school until Monday at the earliest though. Shelly and Shelia will be staying home also to help me take care of you while you recover. We really need to conserve your strength until we get you home," Mom insisted.

Hearing this, I left my sickbed and started dressing in the clean clothes Mom and the girls had brought. They put their clothes on also and when we were decent Mom informed the guards that we were through with our meditation now and could receive guest.

Almost at once a tall and fairly nice looking man of about thirty-five practically burst through the door announcing his name and that he was an attorney representing the mall's management company. As soon as he got that out of his mouth Mom let out a terrified scream. It sounded like she was being killed. Both policemen burst into the room and Mom just kept screaming and pointing at the guy. She didn't utter a single coherent syllable. She just kept screaming and pointing. Shelly and Shelia cowered behind Mom and whimpered. I finally caught on and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

One of the guards put the famous L A chokehold on the attorney and the other asked him what he thought he was doing, attacking an injured child and three innocent grieving women. Of course the poor bastard couldn't say anything since the other cop had shut off his air.

The cop asking the questions put a pissed off look on his face and let the attorney have it in the gut with his baton. This naturally made him jerk.

"Help me John, he's about to get loose," The choke-holding cop said, and then they took him to the floor.

One kneeled down on his neck and the other did the 'jerk his arms out of their socket trick' while cuffing him. When they had him cuffed one drug him outside. His bleeding nose left a trail to the hallway. The other cop called for backup and a paddy wagon on his walkie-talkie.

Kewl! First a wonderful wake-up blowjob and then a live action adventure, I was feeling great. I did reflect for a minute on poor Brent Jefferson. Just last week he'd been going steady with the Homecoming Queen and had a great scholarship, now he'd lost her and his scholarship and only gained a sore stretched asshole for his trouble. Just goes to show how you can get yourself fucked if you lose sight of your goals.