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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Protection
Book One of a Political Saga

By

Nessus


Chapter Eight

I slowly slipped back into conscious and found myself in a bed in what I 
guessed to be a hospital room. The white gauze curtains on the window 
floated on a small breeze and one of the women in white sat on a chair next 
to the bed.

She noticed my eyes were open, nodded and left the room. A few moments 
later, Chorister entered and sat on the chair, leaning forward so she could 
whisper in my ear. "I know you can hear me," she said, "so listen carefully. 
The drug inhibits movement to such a point that your body movements will be 
erratic and spasmodic. Your vocal chords are frozen and you can just make 
guttural sounds so, to all extents and purposes, you appear to be suffering 
some massive stroke."

I tried to speak and animalistic growls escaped my lips, my hands shaking 
uncontrollably. "Don't bother to try, Harvey. You will be compliant and go 
along with everything we plan today. If you don't," she leaned even closer, 
"I will slowly kill you.." She left without a word.

A few minutes later Jennifer, dressed in black, walked in and sat in the 
chair, a cruel hard smile on her face. Suddenly, the smile was gone and she 
appeared concerned, worried as she gently took my hand.

I knew why when the door opened and a group of people entered. I could see 
Copeland, Wagner and then, to my shock, my brothers and my father. They 
shuffled in, whispering and Jennifer smiled bravely at them through teary 
eyes.

Another woman in white entered and addressed the group. "There is no need to 
whisper, ladies and gentlemen. The patient's brain has been almost wiped by 
the massive stroke and has the basic understanding of a puppy."

I tried to speak and they turned at the sound of the guttural noises. My 
head jerked, lolled aimlessly around the pillow while saliva ran from the 
side of my mouth. Jennifer wiped it away and I felt tears forming as I 
realised I was in a hopeless situation.

"So, what's the bottom line?" my father asked as always straight to the 
point.

"I'm sorry, Mr Garret but this is not your son any more. Your son has died 
and this is just a shell left behind."

A few murmured comments I couldn't hear. "The poor bastard," Judy Wagner 
said, shaking her head.

Copeland moved to the end of the bed. "Jennifer, you have our sympathies," 
he said. "If there's anything we can do?"

"Thank you," Jennifer said. "You're very kind." Her voice was soft and a 
lone tear rolled down one cheek. What an actor, I thought and wondered just 
how long she had put on a performance for me.

"Mrs Garret," the doctor said. "There's nothing you can do here. We just 
have to wait for nature to take its course."

"I can't go," she said softly, clutching my hand. "I must stay with my 
husband."

My father and brothers came to the bed and stared down at me, each in their 
own way saying goodbye. One by one they left the room until only Judy Wagner 
remained. "Mrs Garret," she said softly, "I know this is a difficult time 
but do you think it would be possible for one last photograph? One last time 
as a couple."

Jennifer nodded and a few moments later a photographer entered. Photographs 
of Jennifer clutching my hand, wiping the saliva and, the climax, her head 
lying on my chest. Finally, murmuring thanks, Wagner and the photograph 
backed out of the room.

Within seconds, Jennifer dropped my hand and smiled cruelly at me as 
Chorister slipped in. "This is the end, Harvey," Jennifer said. "We've 
planned this from the start, the marriage, everything. You see, I'm the one 
who will be Prime Minister, not you!"

My head lolled again and she laughed. "You're ready to hide him?" she said 
to Chorister who nodded, eyes hidden by the glasses. "I want him punished, 
Wolf for that terrible marriage I had to go through for PFPP! The way I've 
told you. When I think it's enough, it will end! I've been promised that."

Chorister nodded. "I know. I follow orders. We are prepared."

Jennifer slapped me hard in the face but I didn't feel it. "I know you can't 
feel it, worm but it makes me feel better! This is finally goodbye." She 
walked out of the room and Chorister watched her go.

"You really pissed her off," she said half to herself. One of the nurses 
poked her head around the door and Chorister nodded. The nurse expertly 
injected me and I plummeted into darkness.

End Chapter Eight
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a 
strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits 
together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for 
a second. Time will tell.
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other 
Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will 
all fit together at the end if you listen to the song.

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