All the President's Men 2: Tyler's Tasty Treat

“She still doesn’t remember her name, so try not to upset her,” the nurse admonished.

“No problem.” Tyler just wanted to see her one more time and make sure she would be okay.

The nurse led him to a room in the emergency department and pulled aside the curtain, ushering him in and leaving him alone with her.

“Hi, I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m the one that found you, I’m Tyler,” he said softly as he walked up to the bed.

Chapter Two

Tammy looked up at the man before her. He was big, with a bad-boy-meets-Viking look. She remembered him from the road and all he had done to help her. He looked like someone she could trust.

She was in so much trouble. She couldn’t tell the hospital or anyone else who she was or what was going on. She couldn’t risk being found again. She wished she could trust this man. Smiling, she looked at him and thanked him.

Tyler smiled back at her and found himself at a loss for words. He didn’t want to upset her by asking questions, but didn’t want to leave either. “Well, I just wanted to see how you were doing. May I come and check on you again?” He really wanted to see her again. Regardless of her answer he would be visiting her again.

“That would be nice Mr. Tyler, thank you.” She smiled that smile again.

“Honey, it’s just Tyler, Thomas is my last name, but you can call me Ty or Tyler.” Or lover, or master, or whatever you want, he thought.

She looked at him again and said, “Thank you again, Ty, it would be nice if you would visit me again. I don’t know how long I have to be here, and there’s no one else.” She had a tear running down her face at the last.

Tyler stepped closer to the bed, wanting to take her in his arms and comfort her, but knowing that it was too soon, and then he saw the bandages on her back. Settling for taking one of her small hands in his huge one, he squeezed gently.

“See you tomorrow, honey,” he said as he walked towards the door.

Stopping at the nurse’s station, he decided to see if he could charm any information out of the woman there.

His charm was very effective. He found out that the girl was unharmed except for her back, which appeared to have been beaten and that she wasn’t talking. She appeared to remember nothing. The doctors could not find a reason for her memory loss and thought it was traumatic.

Feeling better now that he had seen the woman and knew she was safe, Tyler left the hospital and went home. He slept that night dreaming of a blonde beauty in his arms and bed.

The next day, he woke late. He’d been up most of the night, and after a quick shower and some food, headed for the hospital. He didn’t have anything better to do anyway. He didn’t have an assignment at the present time and was on leave for a few days.

Arriving at the hospital, he found out that the woman had been moved to a private room and followed the directions he was given there. When he got to the room he found her lying on her stomach, reading a magazine.

“Hey, Honey, how are you today?” he asked, since he still didn’t have a name to call her, he decided Honey would work.

Tammy liked the fact that he called her Honey, but would have loved to hear her name on his lips. Too bad she couldn’t tell him who she was and what kind of trouble she was in.

“Hi, Ty, thanks for coming again.” She smiled, turning to her side. As she turned the loose fitting gown slipped, showing the curve of a breast.

“Oops.” She giggled, fixing it quickly.

Tyler tried to keep his mouth from gaping. Even though he had seen her the night before on the street it was still a beautiful sight.

“Here, let me tie that for you,” he said walking around the other side of the bed, loosely tying the gown.

He looked at her back closely while he was there and saw that the welts had gone down, but there were still a few bandages covering some areas. Lifting the light blanket, he pulled it so it draped over the bedside rail and didn’t touch her back.

“So, how are you doing today?” he asked. He didn’t want to upset her by asking more probing questions.

“Bored, ready to get out of here,” she answered, smiling.

“Do you have any idea how long you will have to stay?” he wondered out loud, making conversation.

“No one is telling me anything, and even if they did let me go, I have no idea where to go or what to do. I don’t even have any clothes.” Realizing her situation, she felt a tear slip down her face.

Tammy hated crying. She hated people that cried. This was not her. And she was not playing the sympathy card. Even if she could tell people who she was, she had nowhere to go. No money, no clothes, nothing. Absolutely nothing. What the fuck was she going to do?