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Fonda and Cat
by John A and Virago Blue



Chapter 14



Trina paced the hospital waiting room, eager for any word on
Fonda's condition. Stavros was still speaking with the police.
The bag of "evidence," or the fish Trina was asked to deliver,
was in one detective's possession. The police assured her she 
wouldn't be charged with delivery of a controlled substance or 
any other crime if she would cooperate. Trina promised the detectives 
that she would tell them anything they wanted to know. In reality, 
al that she knew was that Corey had asked her to deliver 
the fish to Ray. The stories coming from the other workers in the 
fish market substantiated her claim. She would worry about that
later. The only thing she cared about at that moment was Fonda. 

She paced the hall, biting her already short nails to the fingertips. 
He would be all right, she tried to convince herself. He had to be. 
Doctors can do so much these days. Besides, she found him early on, 
if the time frame Stavros mentioned was right. The blood around him
wasn't dry which led her to believe that she got there just in
time. Doctors can do so much . . . 

Why did I ever have that fight with him, she chastised herself. I
wouldn't have stormed off to see Corey and none of this would
have happened. Oh, God what I fool I was. Fonda was the sweetest
guy I've ever known and I let my crazy jealousy cause all of
this. Fucking Margie. This was her fault, too. That three-way was
the biggest mistake I could have made. It had to confuse someone
as straight-laced as Fonda. Oh God, he's so innocent. He was just
so far in over his head. And Margie is absolutely gorgeous. Men
just don't turn down women who look like that. Oh Fonda, I'm so
sorry about everything. If you ever get out of this, I'll make it
all up to you. I can't lose you now, she sighed as she buried her
head in her hands.

"Trina?" Stavros interrupted her self recrimination.

"Yes," Trina jumped as she turned to face Stavros. "Any news?"

"You can go in and see him for a few minutes. He is out of
surgery but he is still unconscious. We really won't know
anything for a while," Stavros solemnly told her.

Trina nodded, and let him guide her to Fonda's room. She looked
up tearfully at Fonda's parents as they clung to each other
outside his room. She touched Mrs. Daskalakis on the shoulder as
she passed.  


Trina swallowed hard as she stared at the battered man lying in
the hospital bed. What wasn't covered in bandages or tubes
appeared mottled and bruised. Cautiously she approached his bed,
pulling a chair close to his bedside, not sure if her wobbling
legs would support her for much longer. Fonda looked half-dead.

"Oh, Fonda," Trina shakily exhaled. "What happened to you?" Trina
reached out and touched his cheek, one of the only spots on his
body that was not bruised.

"Those bastards tried to beat him to death, that's what
happened," Stavros spoke from the doorway. Trina turned to look
at him. "Detective Petrofsky just told Mama that they have a lead
on the perpetrators. A couple of junkies who were associated with
Corky. They're looking into his part in the attack too. They
should all fry . . . "

Stavros approached the bed, pulling up another chair to sit by
Trina and his brother. "The doctor said he's in a coma. They're
not sure how long he will remain like this. Two ribs are broken,
his right wrist is shattered. He has contusions all over his
body. It appears one of the men used a pipe by the shape and
length of the many bruises he has over his back and legs. The
worst part is the head wound, apparently made by the pipe . . . "
his voice trailed off and he covered his eyes with a hand. "It
doesn't look good." 

Trina sat stunned, looking from Stavros to Fonda. "What do you
mean, Stavros? Don't you dare tell me he's going to die. That's,
like, impossible, you know? I mean, they -- the doctors -- can do
things to help him. It's not like he's that bad off. Right?"
Trina looked hopefully at Stavros. "Right?" She grabbed Stavros'
arm and squeezed hard looking for some sign of hope in his eyes.

Stavros looked up at her and frowned. "I don't know."

"I don't believe it. Fonda is strong. He'll make it, I know he
will. I mean, a man like that just doesn't up and die like that.
He can't give up . . . he can't," Trina babbled, realizing she
wasn't making any sense but couldn't seem to stop. "You know, I
tried to tell him that he shouldn't get mixed up with me. Shit.
I'm just one royal fuck-up. I guess sometimes, no matter how good
my intentions are, if I can't stay away from the bad element, the
bad element will bite me in the ass. This time my bad element bit
Fonda." Trina looked at Stavros. "I'm sorry, Stavros. This is all
my fault. I hope you and your family will find it in your hearts
to forgive me for dragging Fonda into this mess." 

Stavros put his arm around Trina, giving her a squeeze before
rubbing circles over her back. "Nonsense, Trina. Fonda makes his
own decisions. You aren't to blame for what those thugs did to
him. You had no idea what the both of you were walking into."

Trina leaned into Stavros. "He's got me so confused right now,
you know? I've never met anyone like him. I don't know . . . "
Trina shook her head, "What I do know is that I want him well so
that I can tell him never to come running after me again. No, I
guess that's not what I really want."

Stavros nodded. "You want Fonda and what you don't realize is
that you have him. You had him a long time ago, if I know my
brother." Stavros patted her back once more before getting up. "I
will leave you two alone for a moment. I want to see if the
doctor told my parents anything new."

Trina nodded and pulled her chair closer to Fonda's bedside.
"I'll stay with him."

Stavros stood at the door and watched this woman hovering over
his brother. His concern for his brother lessened slightly when
he watched Trina. She loved him, he could tell -- even if she
wasn't able to admit that to herself -- and would help Fonda
through this. Fonda will get through this, Stavros affirmed to
himself, he had to.

Two hours passed and there was no change in Fonda's condition.
Nurses were in and out of the room, checking IV lines and
monitors, throwing sympathetic glances Trina's way. Trina
couldn't bring herself to ask about Fonda's prognosis, not
wishing to hear any bad news if there was any. She stubbornly
knew that he was going to come out of this soon and he would be
fine. 

The sound of Trina's beeper interrupted her quiet prayers for
Fonda. Only a few people had her beeper number who might be 
calling her now: her agent, Margie, her parents, and the director 
of the ballet company. Trina retrieved her backpack from under 
her chair and tiptoed to the hallway. Fonda lay still and silent 
in the cold room. Trina's eyes met Mrs. Daskalakis'. "Mrs. 
Daskalakis, can I get you anything? Coffee or tea maybe?"

"No, Catrina dear. I was just going to sit with my Fonda for a
while. The doctor said we should talk to him. I think I will see
if he responds to the news we just received about Coco Puff," a
mischievous smile cracked the older woman's features. "This
should really bring him around."

"News about the dog?" Trina asked, confused.

"Coco will be having puppies," Mrs. Daskalakis grinned. "It seems
that Pedro, a Chihuahua owned by the groomer, got a little
familiar with our Coco Puff the night she spent at the groomer.
I'm sure Fonda will be thrilled to hear the news."

Trina managed a smile. "I'm sure he will be, too." Trina pulled
her pager from the outside pocket of her backpack and looked at
the number. It was from the director of the troupe. "I'll be back
in a couple of minutes, Mrs. D. I need to make a quick phone
call. If anything changes in the meantime, could someone come and
get me? I'll be down the hall at the pay phone."

"Of course, my dear." 

Trina hurried anxiously to the pay phone to check in with the
director. "This is Trina Murphy. Did you page me?"

"Yes, Ms. Murphy, I did. This is Connie Albright, Madame
Renault's secretary. We've just been informed that the troupe has
been picked up to perform a four-city tour beginning in three
days. We will return in time to open on Broadway in three weeks.
Mme. Renault feels this is an extraordinary opportunity to
perform before large audiences before the big night, especially
beneficial for those of you who have not performed on, or off,
Broadway before. This will give us all a chance to get the kinks
out. We need your confirmation that you will be available and we
also need you to come by and fill out some necessary paperwork
before rehearsal tonight."

"Rehearsal tonight?" Trina asked.

"Yes, that's another reason I called. While we are aware that
rehearsals were canceled for the week, given this new
opportunity, we obviously had to suspend the cancellation.
Rehearsals will begin this evening at 7:00 p.m. You will be able
to attend, won't you? I don't have to tell you what will happen
if you do not show up," Mrs. Albright cautioned severely.

"I'll be there, Mrs. Albright." Trina checked the time. She
frowned when she calculated she only had another three hours to
spend with Fonda before she had to leave. Then there was the four
city tour. How could she leave him for that long?

"Very good then. We'll see you this evening. Good day, Catrina."

"Good day." Trina frowned as she hung up the receiver. "Good day?
Yeah, right."




Chapter 15





Trina returned to Fonda's bedside, her heart a little heavier.
She leaned over and delicately placed a kiss on his lips. "Oh,
Fonda, what am I going to do? I can't leave you right now. I just
can't. I know, you're probably thinking that you don't need me,
and I would understand that, but I think I need you. I need you,"
Trina repeated. "I'm, like, such an idiot sometimes. I mean,
there you are just the greatest man that ever came along and I
act all cold and distant, like I don't give a damn or something
like that. It's not that I want to. It's just something I do, you
know, for protection and everything."

Trina sat in the chair next to Fonda's bed once again. She pulled
herself close to his ear and continued her confession. "Once I
used to be a different woman. I trusted people and gave of
myself. I even did stupid things like call just to see how they
were doing or to offer to do things for them. I would spend my
money, and I never had a lot, just buying little gifts. I used to
buy a lot of sappy cards, too. Little things that said 'just
thinking of you.' Stupid, huh? I know, you don't care to hear
about all this. I really hate talking about it, too. It kinda
brings up a lot of old shit I would rather leave alone. It's just
that, all that trust and shit -- the old Trina -- couldn't see
the forest for the trees, or something like that. 

"It was like, I would do all this stuff to make this person like
me while I was neglecting what I needed most of all: self-respect. 
At least that's what my therapist said at the time. Anyway, I 
changed the day I realized I was being used by someone I thought 
I was in love with. Four months I poured my heart and
soul into that relationship, neglecting my career and throwing
away auditions, just because I needed to be at his beck and call.
He didn't need me, at least not like that. He was already
married. I didn't know that at the time -- well, right away
anyway. He only needed me to be around when his ego needed
stroking -- and other things. Then one day he just ended it, like
it was nothing. You know what he told me? He was like, 'Trina,
you didn't seriously think I'd leave my wife for you,' Asshole.
It was like he was just throwing me out with the trash," she
choked up and paused for a moment. "I just couldn't go soft
anymore after all that. It hurt bad to hit bottom and realize
what a fool I was. 'Never again,' I told myself." Trina paused,
stroking the spot on Fonda's cheek that seemed free of injury.
"Until now. And then all of those feelings of mistrust just
jumped up with what Margie said. I don't know what to think
anymore."

She took a deep breath, rubbing her eyes and brushing the hair
out of her face. The room was eerily silent, the hum of the
electronic IV machines the only noise breaking the stillness.
Even the sounds from the hospital seemed distant and muted to
Trina, as if they were part of another time, another place. "I
only thought I knew what love was, or at least how it felt to be
in love. Now I know that I was so wrong," Trina took a deep
breath. "I believe, really and truly believe, that I finally know
what love is supposed to feel like. I think I'm falling in love
with you, Fonda." Trina leaned back in the chair and watched for
any reaction from the comatose Fonda. She felt the knot of panic
unwind in her belly just a little as she realized how she felt
and she chuckled to herself. "Yeah. I'm falling in love with
you." 

Trina leaned forward again, her voice growing a little louder,
"Your mom said it was a good idea to talk to you, so I am. So
help me, Fonda, if you tell anyone what I just told you I'll . .
. well, I'll . . . I'll do something . . . eventually. It
wouldn't be right at the moment to threaten a man in a hospital
bed," she smiled. "Your mom also told me how your favorite little
mongrel from hell will be bringing more little vicious puppies
into the world. With a Chihuahua, no less. Now, those are gonna
be some butt ugly puppies . . . " She sighed and tried to force a
smile. "I thought you might like to know that, anyway. In fact,
if I ask her, I'll bet she'll reserve the best puppy for you."
Trina watched his closed eyelids for any sign of reaction. Fonda
remained lifeless. 

Trina tentatively placed her hand on his chest, feeling the
strong thump of his heart beneath her palm. "You're going to be
all right, Fonda. I'm going to be here to take care of you.
You'll probably just have to beg and beg to get rid of me but I
still won't go. How's that for being a nuisance?" Trina fought
back tears as she thought about rehearsal and the tour. "Other
opportunities will come up. Ira told me this afternoon that word
was good about me and my talent. I'll be able to pick the jobs I
want sooner or later. I just can't leave you right now. I don't
know how I could possibly concentrate on the tour with you like
this. I just don't know . . . "

Trina started when she heard the distinct crackle of Mr.
Daskalakis' throat clearing behind her. She turned and met the
old man's gaze. "Hi Mr. Daskalakis. Why don't you have a seat and
I'll leave you two alone."

"Catrina, we need to talk."

Trina stood nervously and pulled her backpack to her chest. "Yes
sir?"

"Why don't you step outside in the hallway with me?" Mr.
Daskalakis extended his arm and guided her out the door. Trina
tried to read the expression on the man's face but it was
useless. He was grieving and he looked tired. When they got into
the hall she swallowed more dread, she knew he wasn't the kind of
man who would mince words.

"Have a seat, dear."

Trina sat and waited for him to take the seat opposite her. "What
is it? Is it Fonda's condition?"

"Yes and no," Mr. Daskalakis began. "We have no idea how long
Fonda will be in a coma. However, given what the doctors have
said, we also have no reason to think the outcome of Fonda's
attack will be fatal. We will have to be patient." He leaned back
and sighed deeply as he clasped his hands in front of him before
continuing. "What I have to say next will not be easy for you."

Trina gulped down a breath, "Go ahead, Mr. D. I want you to just
tell me what you think. You blame me for this don't you?" 

"No, no, Catrina. That is certainly not what I'm thinking," he
smiled warmly at the young woman, shaking his head vigorously and
taking one of her hands in his, trying to ease her fears. "Fonda
is a grown man capable of making his own decisions. As I
understand it, he went looking for you out of concern and care.
Our son has always been like that and I wouldn't have expected
anything different. You could have been in quite a precarious
situation and Fonda would not have stood back and let it happen.
You had no control over the mugging. No, Catrina, I don't blame
you for this."

Trina sighed in relief. "If I would have suspected anything . . ."

"I know. I know, Catrina. But that would have been impossible in
this situation. No, what I have to say next will be difficult but
for another reason. I couldn't help but overhear your apparent
decision to cancel your recent . . . ah, 'gig' as it were," he
pronounced it 'jig' and she smiled slightly. "Forgive me if that
isn't the right term. I've lived in New York most of my life and
I still have a tough time figuring out what some people are
saying; like those Jews with their damn Yiddish. They kept using
the word Geshmak. It took me years to figure out they were
telling me my food was tasty. I thought they were asking for a
type of fish. Sorry. . . . Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the
dancing. Fonda mentioned to me and his mother the very good news
of your recent acceptance in that ballet company. He was
extremely proud of you. His mother and I feel the same way.
However, I thought I heard you mention in there the decision to
cancel your upcoming performance in order to stay by his bedside.
Am I right?"

Trina looked down at her hands gripping her backpack. "Yeah. I
can't imagine leaving Fonda right now. It'd, like, tear me apart
not being with him."

Anthony Daskalakis leaned forward, taking Trina's cold hands
between his work-weary and calloused ones. "Fonda would not want
you to give up this opportunity. Not at all. His mother and I, we
worked and worked to build our dream. We made sacrifices and some
of them were very, very hard. Fonda is the same kind of man. He
admires and appreciates hard work. I am not an expert on dance
but from what I gather from Fonda, you have worked equally hard
all your life to accomplish this goal. To give it up now would be
disappointing to us all. We want you to succeed, young lady.
Besides, what can you really do for Fonda sitting by his head,
whispering in his ear all day, eh?" Mr. Daskalakis squeezed her
hand before chuckling lightly. 

Trina smiled wanly and shrugged, unsure about what to do.

"Oh, I know you whisper little lovey things to him if I'm not
mistaken. I still do that to the wife. I tell you what," he
leaned forward and whispered to Trina, "you call on the telephone
and I'll hold the phone up to Fonda's ear and you can still
whisper little lovey things into his ear." 

Mr. Daskalakis smiled, pulling Trina into a hug. "Go and dance
and call every day. We'll take care of our boy while you're gone
and he'll be ready to dance with you when you return."

Trina returned the embrace and wiped a tear from her eye.




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