"Thanks, please call me Jon," said Jacks.

Ryleigh had enough and decided to get Skeletor off of Jacks. The woman was actually drooling, well that could have to do with her inability to move her lips, but there was actual drool.

"h.e.l.lo, Ms. Franklin, Amy Thompson." Ryleigh introduced herself. "The Agency said that you would have all of your mother's medical records available as well as most of the Physical Therapy equipment needed. They also stated that your mother's doctors have already decided on a course of action for her therapy."

"Yes, here," Julianne said, handing over a thick file, "if you have any questions, you need to talk to her doctors, but that won't happen until Friday. She is to have intensive physical therapy at a minimum of three times a day at an hour for each session. I mean, for the love of all that is holy, that is all Sheila ever did. She just strapped her on the table and put all the machines on; they do the actual work."

The woman dismissed Ryleigh like an annoying little fly. She would have laughed if her green eyed monster wasn't making an appearance. She did not like this woman pawing at her man.

"So, Jon, I guess you would be the boss then since you will be doing most of the work," Julianne flirted.

Ryleigh could actually see her hands reaching out to grab handfuls of the woman's perfectly coiffed hair. She was also wondering if Jacks had to put up with this type of attention on a daily basis. They had never been out in public before. He was a handsome man and some women didn't have any tact. Ryleigh was almost embarra.s.sed for the woman.

Julianna took them to meet her mother and Ryleigh was shocked. The woman was not what they were lead to believe; she was catatonic, her pallor was gray, and she looked extremely bloated. Ryleigh suspected kidney failure, maybe congestive heart failure, but she didn't have any idea. All she knew was that the woman in the wheelchair was in bad shape, and she needed to be in an Intensive Care Unit at a hospital, not in this home.

"Sorry, Miss Franklin, but when was the last time her doctors were here to see your mother?" Ryleigh asked.

"Just about an hour ago, and he said she was fine. She always looks like that or do you think you know more than a medical doctor does, Amy?" Julianne cattily retorted. "Her doctors and I are responsible for her care, not you. Just follow the script and get paid. Your opinion is not wanted or needed. I have real professionals for that."

d.a.m.n it. Ryleigh had to play the part, but if the elder Mrs. Franklin lasted the day, let alone to Friday, Ryleigh would be surprised. It looked like a call to 911 was in her future so the woman could get the help she urgently needed. She could barely resist the need to take her pulse.

Their cover included that they were newlyweds and there were hard up for cash. She wanted to keep to it, but there was absolutely no way she was going to keep this up if the woman's life was in danger. This mission might just be sc.r.a.pped because Mrs. Franklin did not look good. Ryleigh might not have finished her residency, but she knew enough to know that lady was in a bad way. Ryleigh needed to see what Mrs. Franklin's doctor had to say, and that information should be in the lady's file.

"Do what the doctors have outlined, Amy," Julianne ordered. "Mother is overdue for therapy as it is. If Sheila hadn't gotten knocked up and the little b.a.s.t.a.r.d decided to come early, then my poor mother wouldn't be in this shape."

"Jon," running her skeletal claws up Jacks' arm in what Ryleigh was sure meant to be a seductive move, Skeletor said, "Jon, once you get Mother situated for Amy, why don't you come and join me for lunch. I can have my chef whip us up something decadent, you know something to fire the senses."

"Sorry, ma'am, but I need to stay with the wife until the session is over, but I am open for dinner. Well sorry, we both are," Jacks responded.

"Well, okay then. I will let you get to it, and Amy, I meant what I said," Julianne ordered. "Follow the doctor's orders to the letter, or there will be consequences. We both know why you are here, and you will not like it if you make me mad," she said, as she left the room.

Ryleigh had pushed the scrambler on her watch about two minutes into their conversation with Julianna. There had been movement in the hall, but no one actually came into the room. So, it was safe to a.s.sume either this room was not wired for sound or no one was currently listening.

"Jon, can you please help me get Mrs. Franklin onto the bed?" Ryleigh requested. "I would like to start with a rub down and then I will proceed with the doctor's orders."

Motioning Jacks closer, Ryleigh whispered, "Jacks, they are trying to kill this woman. She is either in kidney failure or worse, but most definitely congestive heart failure. I don't think that she is going to make until Friday. We need to get her to a hospital. I think it's too late, but c.r.a.p, if I hook her up to the TENs unit at the intensity they want it, she won't last ten minutes."

"d.a.m.n, is there anything you can do to help her?" Jacks asked. "But also, try to complete this mission."

"I don't know, but if we are going to salvage anything, I am going to have to start the upload now," Ryleigh said. "Maybe we will be lucky and hit pay dirt."

"s.h.i.t, we really need that drive, but something is better than nothing, right?"

"Jacks, I just can't just let this woman die. I need to read the notes from the doctor she supposedly saw earlier. I can't imagine any doctor clearing her for PT."

"I know, honey. Well, it looks like I get to go and have lunch with the matchstick after all. Read the file. If you don't like what you see, pull the plug and call for a.s.sistance. I don't want this woman's life or death on my head either."

"Give me five or ten minutes to read through the file. If I have to call 911, I will try to let you know. For now, I think you're right; diverting Skeletor's attention is probably for the best. She might feed you a grape. I bet you're excited."

"Not really, but it's the only way to scope everything out. Maybe with the commotion, the rescue workers will create an opening so we can get to the drive. We have to see at least if it is a possibility."

Jacks left the room.

Chapter 35.

Ryleigh was just examining Mrs. Franklin when a short, little, older man came into the room.

"What do you think you are doing, missy, and why is Edith in here? She should be in her room. Can't you tell she is dying?" he asked.

"Well, sorry, and who are you?" questioned Ryleigh.

"I am her doctor, missy and don't forget it," he countered. "Now explain why in the h.e.l.l you would hook a dying woman up to a TENs unit. What, are you trying to kill her?"

"No, sorry. I just got here. My name is Amy Thompson; I am the new Physical Therapist. Julianne said that I was to follow the doctor's orders to the letter. I tried to question her, but she stated that you insisted on intensive PT three times a day an hour each session. I was just doing a quick exam. I haven't even thought about getting out the TENs unit, Sir."

Thank G.o.d for this little man. Ryleigh had been two second away from running for the phone. There were not doctor's notes from an hour ago. Worst of all, there weren't any doctor's notes for several days.

"Those weren't my orders, missy. Must have been that w.a.n.ker Todd. I swear, it's like they can't wait for nature to take its course. I told that dolt of a daughter that and she keeps on trying to hurry things up. Sheila did everything that w.a.n.ker and that overindulged daughter told her to do. Thankfully, she went into labor early. Now maybe my Edith can die in peace. Now come on, I will take this up with Julianne. Help me get Edith back to her room and, missy, even if I am not here you do not touch my Edith. Do you understand? I don't care what Julianne says. Edith will pa.s.s in her time and not when Julianne wants her to. The stupid girl, she already has all her daddy's money, and now she wants her mom's as well. She seems to think that she can make her die "naturally" before the deadline. Well, I will be d.a.m.ned if that little nitwit gets anything else. She has enough and she is just going to have to deal with it. Took after her daddy; that one's completely self-absorbed and spoiled brat. She won't be needing any physical therapy, but since you're here, you might as well help make her more comfortable. I will make new orders and those you had better follow to the letter.

"Will do Dr.?"

"Oh, just call me Paul."

Ryleigh liked the little, old doctor. He seemed to really have a relationship with the patient, but she needed to ask a few more questions before she felt comfortable not calling 911.

"Pleased to meet you, Paul. I would like to thank you for coming in when you did, I don't wish to cause Mrs. Franklin any harm. Is she by chance in Hospice care? Should I arrange my schedule around her nurse? I can offer her some therapeutic ma.s.sage to help make her last days a little more comfortable as long as I am not getting in anyone's way."

"Well, I don't know about that, missy. After all, you almost killed her, but that is neither here nor there. Now come on, times a wasting. She needs to be in her bed. To answer your question: no. That little p.i.s.s ant daughter of hers won't let a hospice nurse come in. She told the hospital that my son, who is also a doctor, and I could handle her end of life care. If you prove yourself, missy, I might let you do that ma.s.sage stuff, but I will be watching, you."

Jacks was able to recon the entire bottom floor before running into Julianne. The woman made his skin crawl, and the way she kept trying to touch him made him want to vomit. The sad part was, he could see that she thought she was being s.e.xy. As if a living skeleton was s.e.xy to anyone. This was part of the job he didn't like; making people believe he was interested in what they were offering, when he was most defiantly not.

"What are you doing in my office, Jon?" Julianne solicited. "Aren't you supposed to be flexing your muscles for my mother or are you looking for something else?"

"No, ma'am. I was looking for you so that I could take you up on your offer of lunch," Jacks said, licking his lips, "and I am ravenous."

Like a bee to honey; Jacks had her. She was getting bolder now that she thought Jacks was interested in more than food.

The woman tried to walk over with a sway in her nonexistent hips and said, "I bet you are, Jon." At the same time, she ran her hands over his chest, causing a shiver to run down his spine. It was almost like someone had just walked over his grave. Creepy. Well, at least the woman thought the reaction was something else. She was still trying to seduce him with her eyes and body, yuck. When she talked, it only got worse. d.a.m.n, he really needed to rethink his idea of doing anything to get the job done. There were defiantly things he wouldn't be doing now that he found Ryleigh. He didn't even think he could get it up to fake it with the woman.

"But just how hungry are you?" Julianne said, trying to seduce Jacks. "My appet.i.te is not easily quenched. I am a very demanding woman. I like my meat, and if I don't get enough, I am just not a happy girl. I have even been known to send it right back to the chef."

Just then, she cupped his package, "Well, it looks like I won't be sending anything back to the chef today. Jon, why don't we have lunch in my study? It's more private."

Ryleigh cleared her throat, "Ms. Franklin, if you wouldn't mind taking your hand off of my husband's p.e.n.i.s, I would greatly appreciate it. I realize we are here for the week, but our employment contract said nothing of private sessions. That would cost a h.e.l.l of a lot more than you are paying us now."

"Well, I never have. How dare you talk to me that way? Your husband came to me, after all," Julianne accused. "I was only offering him lunch. Maybe if you satiate his hunger properly, he wouldn't be looking to get fed somewhere else. But you are right. I did hire you to do a particular job. So, would you mind telling me why you aren't doing that job?"

The woman had the audacity to still be fondling Jacks as she was talking to Ryleigh and it didn't look like she was being very gentle either. Served him right.

"Well, ma'am, that is why I was coming to see you. Dr. Paul came in on my therapy session with your mother and put a stop to it," Ryleigh said. "He also said that he would be speaking to you about trying to speed up the process of your mother's death. He insisted that I help him settle her in her room. Since you are my employer, as you have reminded me, I thought it was best to let you know what was going on and why I couldn't perform my duties at this time. I would also like to point out that I agree with the doctor's a.s.sessment. So, if there isn't anything else my husband and I, should we retire for the day? As the doctor stated, my services will not be needed. Please let me know what the two of you decide my duties should be going forward."

"Well, that shows how much you know, Amy," Julianne hissed. "Paul isn't even a real doctor, the meddling old fool. I will call my mother's real doctor, and you will follow his instruction to the letter. Go to your room until I feel like dealing with you."

With one last squeeze of Jacks family jewels she preened, "but, Jon, if you would like to still have lunch I could make the time."

Just then, her phone rang. Looking down, she grimaced. Dismissing them, or just Ryleigh, with a wave of her hand she said, "I have to take this, maybe later, Jon."

As they were walking out of the office, they both heard Julianne speak into the phone in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Todd, you have to do something about your father. He won't let them do the physical therapy, and we only have three days left. Well, if I am not happy then you're not going to be happy. Todd, get that old b.a.s.t.a.r.d under control. I did my part now you do yours. Fine, I will see you in twenty."

Chapter 36.

Ryleigh was fuming. She knew Jacks was only playing a part, but the fact that he let that woman touch what she was starting to think of as hers really p.i.s.sed her off. Walking to the room that they were a.s.signed to only seemed to fuel her fire. She was ready to lay into him, but he just kept walking, not saying anything and acting like everything was right in the world. Everything was not good in the world. That s.k.a.n.ky Skeletor had her hands all over him and wanted more. Ryleigh had seen that look in her eyes. Julianna Franklin was used to getting everything she wanted, and it seemed Jacks was on her list. Ryleigh didn't like it one bit.

Going through the door, Ryleigh was dying to break the silence and let Jacks have it with both barrels. She knew it wasn't his fault, but d.a.m.n, she needed to let go on someone. And she couldn't exactly let that woman in on how she felt; it would only make the situation worse. Julianna would up her game, Ryleigh knew the type.

Once behind closed doors Jacks had her up against the wall, kissing her so deeply that Ryleigh's brain malfunctioned. When he started kissing her neck, she was hoping things would progress much like they had the night before, but a wet blanket was thrown over her ramped up arousal instead.

Jacks stopped kissing her neck but whispered in her ear, "Baby, we haven't had a chance to sweep the room, and from what I saw downstairs, they have both video and sound in here. The jammer will only work so far without bringing them to the door and hauling our a.s.ses out of here."

d.a.m.n it. He was right' the mission was priority. Ryleigh needed to keep her head in the game and not on what Jacks was doing to her. She just didn't know if she could because Jacks had the ability to make her mind turn into mush. Her mind needed to be full on the mission. She was no longer sure how that was going to happen with Mrs. Franklin dying in front of their eyes and the plan needed to change and quick.

Jacks continued to kiss Ryleigh's neck and shoulders. Moving her scrubs out of the way and reaching for the pendant on her necklace, he turned on the detection device. Thank you, Ethan. Ryleigh would be able to tell where the bugs were located in the room by the vibration against her skin. They just had to make it look good, and it seemed like Jacks was more than up for the job.

Allowing him to move her about the room, touching, kissing and fondling Ryleigh over her clothes was affecting her ability to concentrate on the vibrations and causing another type of wave to take over. She was so hot that she didn't care who was watching or listening.

Jacks whispered in her ear again, "Come on, baby, tell me where they are."

And, yep, she was snapped right back to reality again. d.a.m.n, the man affected her in ways she couldn't even control. They continued their dance around the room for another few minutes with Ryleigh digging her fingers into his hair and pulling every time the vibrations started, and d.a.m.ned if the entire room wasn't littered with them. There was no way in h.e.l.l they would be having any type of conversation in the room without everyone in the house hearing or seeing.

The scrambler was out because of how closely they were being monitored. If all sound went to static, then security would be looking into why. Jacks had her so worked up that all Ryleigh wanted to do was fall to her knees and take him in her mouth or have him bury himself deep inside her. She had to put a stop to this. Ryleigh pushed away from Jacks.

"Jon, I think I am going to take a shower. It's been an excruciatingly long day, and I just don't feel right doing this in our employer's home. You understand, right?"

Jacks looked as frustrated as she felt but then he surprised her once again and said, "Yeah take your shower, babe, but if you don't start fulfilling your husband's needs then I am sure I can find someone that will."

And then the a.s.shole winked. f.u.c.k, game on.

"Well, Jon," she stated, while beginning to take off her clothes, knowing that Jacks didn't want anyone else to see her naked.

Ryleigh continued to strip her clothing off, making sure only glimpses of her body were showing before sauntering toward the bathroom, showing him her a.s.s for the first time. This time, when she looked over her shoulder, his frustration turned to a look of pain and longing but then quickly changed to fury.

Ryleigh couldn't help herself, "If that is what you want, but I thought you also liked a bit of meat with your meals."

The bathroom wasn't much better than the bedroom. It had been wired, except the shower. But that was only because she was able to throw her clothes on the camera positioned towards it. d.a.m.n, these people were extremely paranoid or extremely perverted; wanting to watch someone go to the bathroom was beyond gross. There were just some things that were meant to be private and going to the bathroom was definitely one of them.

Ryleigh heard the door open and the sound of music filled the room. Then, there was Jacks in all his naked glory, coming into the shower stall with her. d.a.m.n, the man was beyond gorgeous. Grabbing her arm, he turned Ryleigh to face him abruptly, then took her in for a rough, deep kiss.

"I definitely like a little meat with my lunch, Baby, but if you ever show that a.s.s to another man again, I am going to spank it until its bright red. Then, maybe you will listen to me when I tell you that no one but me is ever going to see you bare," Jacks yelled in a whisper.

He then smacked her a.s.s with a punishing sting, but when he grabbed the area, warmth spread through her body. Applying more pressure, he pulled her forward for another kiss, moving his hand to her thigh and lifting. Ryleigh was too short to achieve his goal, so he bent his knee and proceeded to lift her into his arms by her thighs, putting her hot aching core right on his heated c.o.c.k. He started to move, pumping his hips lightly at first, never breaking the contact with her mouth. Every b.u.mp of his c.o.c.k on her c.l.i.t sent shivers up her spine. He was going to c.u.m, and she was going to c.u.m hard if he kept this up.

d.a.m.n, the man made her forget everything but him and what he was doing to her. Ryleigh was so caught up in the sensations he was creating that she hadn't noticed his hands had moved to her a.s.s. But once he feathered his touchdown the crack of my a.s.s and plunged his finger into my p.u.s.s.y, I was gone the eruption was surreal. Ryleigh was starting to believe that Jacks could make her come just by looking at her, and that s.e.xy little smirk was right back on his face.

"Remember, baby, you belong to me," Jacks a.s.serted. "Your body already knows it; now it's time for your brain to catch up."

d.a.m.n, the c.o.c.ky b.a.s.t.a.r.d was right. She did belong to him and in every possible way. But they had a job to do, and in order to succeed she needed to distance herself from all the warm and fuzzy thoughts. Otherwise, this mission was going to be shot to h.e.l.l. It was time to get back to business.

"Jacks, everything is a wired for sight and sound, except the shower and that is only because I threw my clothes over the camera," Ryleigh whispered. "They even have the toilet under video and sound. How gross is that? G.o.d, I hope I don't have to go the bathroom all week; if we make it that long. What did you find out before Skeletor had her claws all over you?"

"What, are you jealous baby? You know I was just doing my job out there. If the b.i.t.c.h thinks she has a chance with me then she will let down her guard."

"Yeah, I get it I don't like it, but I get it. I think we are screwed though, because my job here just got put on hold. We are going to have to move up the download and try for the safe before Friday. I don't think Mrs. Franklin is going to last the day, let alone the rest of the week."

"From that phone call, we overheard we also need to have Bas and Wyatt figure out why the b.i.t.c.h wants her mother dead in three days, what happens in three days?" Jacks pondered. "Getting through until Friday is still our best option. From what you said, Mrs. Franklin is under doctor's care, but Baby, if you don't feel comfortable going any further with this mission I totally understand."

"Shoot, there are things I can do, but Jacks, I don't think any of it will matter. I need to talk to Dr. Paul more and make sure Mrs. Franklin is getting the best possible care. If he is on the up and up, then Mrs. Franklin is getting what she needs, but I think I can do a few things to keep Julianna off our trail. I can make it look like the TENs unit is working but really not emitting any shocks through the pads on her body. I can also do several message techniques that will increase her blood flow and eliminate some of the water her kidneys aren't flushing. It's only a temporary fix, but it will do more good than harm. That is, if Dr. Paul lets me anywhere near her again. I still don't think it is right, but since she is getting care directly from a doctor, it's not my place to question a person's right to pa.s.s where they want. I just hope this is what Mrs. Franklin wants and not what her messed up daughter wants. I am going to try and talk with Dr. Paul some more, but I will pull the plug if I think things are getting out of control. I didn't see a DNR in Mrs. Franklin's chart; it's just one of the many things I need to talk with Dr. Todd about."

"We only need to get through until Friday unless we can come up with a way to do everything sooner," Jacks a.s.sured. "It was easy enough for me to get around downstairs without anyone noticing, which I found odd, but I heard one of the security guys complaining about his paycheck. It seems that it bounced, and not for the first time. Davis Defense must be starting to lose interest in the Franklins now that the Doctor is gone."

"That's actually a good thing. Disgruntled employees have the tendency to slack. If we can figure out their routine, we might have a chance."

"Yeah, I think our best course of action going forward is for me to string Julianne along. Baby, are you going to be okay with that?"

There was no way Ryleigh was going to let Jacks know how important he was becoming to her and how the thought of that woman having her hands on him made her imagine a hundred ways to maim the women. She didn't want him leading Julianna on, but she had to take herself and her feelings out of the equation. She and Jacks had a job to do, and if she was right then, their mission was in serious jeopardy.

"I don't know. I don't like it, but I see why it's the best possible plan. But Jacks, your clothes better stay on at all times. I wasn't kidding either when I said I didn't want anyone ogling your body either, it's mine and only mine."

And with a swat to his rock-hard b.u.t.t Ryleigh left the shower stall. This time, Jacks had a full on the grin on his face and a look that said she would definitely be paying for that little a.s.sault.