Adventures of Gina Ch. 19

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CHAPTER 19 – Part Two of Fantasy Fest

The next morning the Karen was up bright and early, around 10:30, the other two sleeping off the drinking from last night. Karen Ordered room service, coffee, and bloody Mary’s, telling Gina and Nikki breakfast was on the way up, they better get out of bed and get dressed.

She stood looking out the balcony window checking her emails and share a few pictures and videos with the husbands from the night before. She saw an email from an unknown contact and started to delete it then remembered she had shared her info with Roy. She opened it to find an invitation to a shared Drop Box drive folder.

Following the link, she found all Roy’s photos and videos from the night before, several of herself appeared that she didn’t recall and were a bit out of character for her. She could feel her face blushing as she moved through them. Then realized the moist feeling between her legs realizing it was exciting her seeing her exposing herself.

The three of them had shared the king size bed, Karen still trying to remember last night having woke up naked in bed like Gina and Nikki.

When the knock came, she told them, “y’all at least cover up, cause I need my coffee!”

Neither one moved, Nikki laying on her back closest to the door the sheet across her waist, Gina on the other side face down completely uncovered her hard round ass exposed and her left foot against her inside knee showing off the rest of her.

There was another knock, “damn it you two!” Karen slipped on a loose-fitting bikini cover with wide open sides. She opened the door letting the room service guy in, “Sorry, don’t mind them, it was a wild night last night! No, I mean, drinking, on Duval, that was wild we didn’t, hell I don’t know. Just put the tray on the table please.”

He just carried the tray over, looking back and forth at the two naked women in the bed and watching where he was stepping.

He pauses when he got to the point where he had a view between Gina’s thighs, “Oh dear, I mean, wow sorry I couldn’t help but look!”

“It’s ok? She’s been showing that stuff off since yesterday morning. Feel free!”

He walked to the table setting the tray down handing Karen the receipt. She leaned over the table to sign it and leave a tip, when she looked up, she saw the young guy was looking down her top at her bare boobs. She just giggled, “hope that’s a good tip you got!”

“Best in a while!” He smiled at her, checking out Gina and Nikki again as he headed out the door.

Gina rolled over smiling, “Did you just let that guy stare at my pussy?”

“I told you two to get up!” She went and poured her coffee.

She swung her legs around and sat up holding her head. “Holy hell, why did you let me drink so much!” She got up and staggered to the bathroom, closing the door a bit loud.

“What the fuck!” Nikki opened her eyes, “what time is it?”

“Pool time,” Karen replied.

Gina came out the bathroom grabbing one of the bloody Mary’s. “This was an awesome

idea, I am going to the pool and jump in then lay out until lunch.”

She pulled a wad of different colored string out of her bag, pulling the yellow ones out they were attached to tiny pieces of triangle shaped cloth.

Nikki asked, “we have to wear bikinis at the pool?”

“Those are bikinis?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, pick a color!” Gina told her as she struggled to tie the top in place. The patches of material almost big enough to cover her areoles.

Nikki reached out grabbing the red one on the way to the bathroom.

Karen stands there holding up the white one, “seriously?”

Gina rolls her eyes laughing at her, “You walked form the bar back to the hotel and through that lobby naked last night, through the crowds of people, and you are concerned with the little bikini? You did look pretty fucking awesome I might add!”

“Oh fuck, I am guessing y’all took pictures too?”

“Naaa, we got video silly!” Nikki laughed coming out of the bathroom. Chris and John loved it.

She just shook her head, pulled off her bikini cover and tied the little wicked weasel bikini in place. Her toned body looked even better in the tiny top and matching bottom barely covering her important assets.

They grabbed their drinks and headed to the pool that faced where the cruise ships tied up.

They passed through the lobby bare asses and jiggling tits with tiny patches covering their nipples. Again, the older women turning heads.

At the pool there were already several people taking in the sunshine, some ladies in just as skimpy attire. But not nearly as beautiful as the three of them, they not only have the bodies but the looks of younger woman as well.

Grabbing towels from the rack, they made their way to lounges overlooking the port and Gulf of Mexico. After making claims of their chairs with the towels, they dropped off their drinks and headed to the pool.

They all three just dropped in at the same time, coming up moving their hair sancaktepe escort from their faces. “Oh man that felt good!” Karen tells them.

Nikki winks at Gina, “yeah too bad to have to wear these bikinis.” Getting the attention of several people nearby.

“Why do you two want to be naked all the time?” Karen asks, fixing her top that’s much too small for even her firm boobs.

Nikki laughs, “it’s my husbands and Gina’s fault, he wanted to draw attention to my body, and now I love it!”

Gina giggles, “yeah cuz you are not really in your top anyway.”

Nikki looks down seeing one of the triangles on the side of her big boob, making no attempt to fix it.

After splashing and swimming a bit, Karen made her way to the steps and got out heading to her lounge. Again, several people turned to watch her. She didn’t realize until she sat down and starts to adjust her bikini that it had become completely see thru once it got wet. She was now showing off her soft lips and hard nipples like she was naked again.

“Gina you bitch!” She yelled, “you could have at least warned me.”

She looked back to see the two of them walking up, they picked up their towels to dry their faces. Karen saw their bikinis were also sheer but the yellow and blue did provide a little coverage, unlike hers.

Although one of Nikki’s nipples still free of the top, “you know, I walked through the lobby buck ass naked last night, fuck it!” She reaches back untiring her top and pulling it over her head. “It’s fantasy Fest!”

A few others around the pool cheer in approval seeing her large breast now topless. Gina is quick to join her tossing her top on the table next to the lounge. “Anyone want another drink?” She heads to the bar as both girls tell her yes.

She proudly struts to the other side of the pool smiling at people as she passes them.

The bartender is quick to mix her drinks, keeping an eye of her firm bare boobs.

Returning, a busty older lady smiles at Gina, “Very nice my dear!” Giving her a wink.

They all made their selves comfortable and relaxed in the warm sun. All three of them a bit chesty. Karen still in her tiny top just shakes her head before closing her eyes to nap. Nikki sips her boat drink telling Gina, “I love being eye-candy here in Key West.” They too relax closing their eyes under their sunglasses taking in the Florida Keys sunshine on their already tanned bodies.

After a few turns the ladies discuss heading up to shower and get ready to head out for an early dinner before the crowds invade Duval Street.

Gina tells the girls, “I have plans already for tonight’s outfits, and everyone has to play,” and looks at Karen, “that includes you too missy!”

Nikki finally said she is done and was heading up for a shower. She grabbed her lotion and top, telling Karen and Gina, “I’ll meet you upstairs.” She headed inside, looking back at the other two, carrying her top in her hand and the tiny bottoms still around her waist, smiling back at the girls and everyone else watching her jiggling bare ass.

It wasn’t long before Gina and Karen called it a day also, Gina remaining topless as well entering the lobby headed to the elevator. “Hello Ms. Gina!” Carlos called out pushing a cart of luggage toward the elevator. “I have to say you three sure make my day!” His eyes dropping down to her bare breasts and tiny bottoms then back to her face.

He, like a gentleman, allowed them to enter the elevator first, so he could watch their naked asses.

She just giggles, “You just like my bare boobs!”

“Well yeah that too, I can’t lie. All three of you have extreme beauty; faces and bodies.”

He still stares at Gina’s tits on the way up, he was mesmerized by their natural fullness and hard nipples, she smiled knowing it. She cut her eyes at Karen, “Here hold my top for me, Carlos needs a treat!” They both watched Gina as she pushed the thin string over her hips allowing the tiny bottoms to drop to the floor. She lifted them to her hand with her foot.

He just stared at her standing before him nude smiling at him. When the elevator dinged at their floor and the doors opened, Gina proudly just walked out and turned right, after they said their good-byes at Gina and Karen’s floor.

They giggle still buzzing from the boat drinks they consumed earlier, walking to the room discussing the people ogling them all day and Gina just stripping for the bell boy.

It was getting near dinner time; Nikki was doing her make-up and Karen was in the shower. Gina asked Nikki, “You ready to walk the street naked tonight?”

With an evil grin Gina pulled a package from her bag, she ripped open the four pack of Fruit of the Loom white tank tops. “I brought these for just in case. But we are wearing them out tonight, for a bit so we can get ready for this evening!”

Karen comes out the bathroom wearing a towel around her, “what did you say about us wearing what tonight?”

Holding up a white tank sandıklı escort top, Gina just tossed one to her, “these are going to be a bit snuggle and short don’t you think?” Karen asks holding it up.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be wearing it long.” Gina smiled at her.

“Um isn’t it illegal to be naked, you know like we got away with late last night, we might not be as lucky tonight?”

Gina winks at her, “Oh don’t fret, we will not be totally naked tonight, sorta!”

“Well I am starving, we didn’t eat lunch,” Nikki pulled the tank top on, and fill it out amazingly. Her dark nipples poking through the thin material while her ass is molded by the tight clinging over her rounded butt.

Nikki made hers look good but Karen’s flawlessly body was unbelievable in the tank top, her long tanned legs the shirt stopping at the crease of her thighs and ass cheeks, with her firm round tits and tight ass it was hugging her body. She looked at herself in the big dresser mirror and couldn’t believe she was looking at herself.

After leaving the hotel they headed a few blocks to grab a quick lunch at Island Dog bar around the corner from the resort. But the line was out the door and down the sidewalk. Gina suggested they just head to Capt. Tony’s place where the painting booth was located.

Nikki being a bit of a Parrot Head and knew of the bar from the Live Jimmy Buffett album and wanted to visit the place anyway. They did swing into Sloppy Joes for a rum slushy drink on their way by.

Today seemed to be Karen’s day, even though Gina and Nikki had bigger boobs, Karen just seemed to rock the plain sheer tank top better, and her being taller also made it shorter on her allowing ass cheeks to peek from the back. The material clung to her perfect youthful body like a second skin.

The three of them were again the object of voyeurs and amateur photographers, just not as demanding and frequent as the day before, could have been the lack of bare skin.

Just past Capt. Tony’s on Greene St, the bike rental had been converted to body painting booth. With a small blue tarp to make an attempt to hide any nudity that people walking by might see.

They watched her finishing up a young lady’s tits, painting lady bugs and leaves over her chest.

When she finished the three women chatted with Olivia, the artist, to discuss what they desired for painted coverings. Gina taking the lead telling her they all wanted minimal coverage, just tiny Wicked Weasel type what would be bikinis. Making sure she understood no paint on the back sides, they wanted everyone to know they were naked. Olivia suggested the latex blend, so the paint stayed on for the evening due to them wanting to not wear G-strings, nor did they have any. They agreed after Nikki suggested they could just wear the paint home tomorrow. Oliva smiled at her, “Y’all riding Harley’s?”

Gina laughed, “Oh Lord that would be awesome, but no, just an open Jeep!” Giving her a wink.

Karen standing behind Nikki just listening and finishing her rum laden slushy.

Olivia suggested they hang out at Capt. Tony’s while she finished up the two ladies ahead of them, telling them she will come get them when she is done.

It was only a drink and a half later when Olivia poked her head in telling them she was ready. Nikki volunteered to go first, the other two continued drinking at the bar to wait in the air conditioning.

Stepping behind the blue trap that served as a screen from onlookers, Nikki peeled the tank top over her head, then stepping up onto the foot high wood box. She stood there grinning with her hands on her head proudly showing off her naked body as the breeze would move the trap occasionally, flashing people on Greene Street.

Olivia went to work painting Nikki’s small top and smaller bottoms outlining the design in white before adding the highlights and details to make it look real from a distance. She felt so exhilarated standing there nude with her hands on her head, and her long brunette hair pulled up into a bun to keep it out of the way.

Gina and Karen hanging out at Capt. Tony’s doing shots and drinking frozen boat drinks while being chatted up by the guys, I don’t think any of them could tell you the color of their eyes.

It didn’t take long for Nikki to come through the open door in her painted bikini. The top consisting of two small white triangles with royal blue highlights, that really made the design pop and that barely covered her nipples. The would-be strings went up to behind her neck and her sides, same as the bottoms, they stopped at her sides.

The guys all stared watching her big boobs jiggling freely, her hard nipples poking out. As she got closer they realize her matching bottoms were paint as well. She did a turn when she got about 20 feet away, “Is this fucking crazy or what?”

“How about slutty!” Karen giggled. They chatted a bit and drank another round of shots before Karen told Gina to go next, she wanted to go last saray escort to maintain her modesty as long as possible.

Off Gina went leaving the now naked Nikki and Karen to drink and be ogled. The people in the bar commenting on Nikki’s painted bikini and boldness. Karen pointed her phone at her to do a quick video with lots of partiers in the background to send to Chris, including a turn to show she was naked from the back.

While they laughed and giggled and made their video it was Gina’s turn, Olivia greeted her asking if she wanted the same thing as Nikki. She told her yea but smaller bottoms, “like this low,” pointing to the top of her slit.

“Girl that’s not going to be much coverage down there,” Olivia smiled at her, giving her a wink.

Gina then peeled off her tank top tossing it on top of Nikki’s laying over a folding chair. “Oh my, young lady you have taken good care of what God gave you!”

Like Nikki she pulled her hair up out of Olivia’s way so she could get busy as two younger couples looked on, the men asking about having their ladies’ breasts painted.

One of the guys suggesting, “You two should do like this lady.”

One of the women saying, “She is totally naked, and people would see us naked on the streets!”

Gina smiled at her, “And it’s going to be fucking awesome, if you’re going to show it show it all!”

They watched as she spread her feet a bit to give Olivia a little access, hitting her puffy lips with the cool white latex paint.

While Olivia continued to paint, Gina learned that she was actually living a little south of Miami and did a lot of fairs and festivals painting faces and sometimes parties for adults around where Gina was from. It didn’t take long for her to finish up the side strings going high on her hips then stopping, just like her minimal top.

Gina did a turn for Olivia and the two couples watching. The guys really loved her paint job, the two women still not so sure about the totally naked thing but admired Gina’s body, especially her bare back that everyone behind her would see and know she was naked, as she walked to Capt. Tony’s. One of the guys begging his girl to do it as well.

“Damn girl you look fucking incredible!” Nikki said as her and Karen turned to see her walking in. Her big tits firm, barely painted to cover her nipples and the line of paint starting at her slit barely visible with her thighs together. Karen hopped off her stool, not bothering to tug it down over her ass, “I will be back shorty and pay the lady when I am done!”

Olivia tells the couples, “y’all decide and I’ll be happy to do you two next after this young lady.” As Karen walked up.

Karen giggled at the thought she was about to be naked and paint like her girlfriends.

“Ok, what I want is a tiny bottom like what you did for Gina, but one side untied hanging down my right thigh.” She pointed to her hip and thigh. “And that’s it, no top, I’ll cover up with my hair. I have decided tonight I am going full Monty!” Karen shocking herself at her own request.

“Oh my, yes I love it, you too have a body to die for under that tank top.” Olivia smiling at her sitting on her stool looking up at the tall blonde standing there ready for her to start.

Karen took a long suck on the straw planted in her rum Icee as Olivia reached up raising her shirt to her waist. It only took her minutes and a few paint container swaps and she was done. A bow on one side, the other hanging down her thigh, the small patch folded over revealing part of her right swollen pussy lip unpainted. Karen shivered with excitement, shock and her own sluttiness.

Karen pulled her credit card from her phone case and paid for all three of the paint jobs.

Olivia went to hand Karen the receipt, but she waved her hand away and replaced her card and started to leave.

“Ah, young lady?” Olivia called to her.

“Yes ma’am?”

“The tank top?”

Karen giggled, “Oh yeah, wait till my husband see’s these pictures they will take tonight, he is going to shit!” And she took a deep breath, thinking for a few brief seconds and pulled it off dropping it on top of the other two and quickly walked away. Knowing that she has now committed to walking up and down Duval Street naked that night with no back up. Olivia staring at her hourglass figure and perfect bare ass, the perfect body of a textbook trophy wife, her long hair bouncing off her back.

Gina and Nikki’s mouths dropped open when the shy Karen walked in, her hair still behind her shoulders her firm unpainted “B” breast barely jiggling as she moved towards them, the tiny bottoms Olivia had painted looked like they were falling off, just as intented.

Karen asks one of the guys to please snap a few pictures of the three of them, he was more than happy to comply with the request when she handed him her phone. Several others include the women who were about to get painted were snapping pictures as well.

After several photos they thanking them for their help, and they headed out. Gina reminding Karen she needed to pull some hair to the front, so she didn’t get in trouble. She just giggled and took a deep breath, “Oh yeah, but it is kinda awesome though, makes me feel so free!”

Nikki looked at Gina, “yeah she’s fucked up!”

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Jamie – The Journey Begins Ch. 02

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** Note to Readers** There is a confronting incident at Jamies work, which can upset some.

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So I’m going on a holiday it seems. My mind was wondering back through the events of the past 48hrs – married, now divorced; sad, now happy; career kicked in the can, again… Argh!… Managing to get my ass reamed by the ex-father in law, just another opportunity for him to stick in the screws I guess.

Now… Fuck… he is writing me up for bullshit! Trying everything he can to stuff my career up. Think I have had enough of that whole family, really!

If that guy thinks he is going to push me around for the rest of my career, he has severely underestimated me. The dickhead has pushed me around for the last time. I have nothing left to lose. ‘Probationary Status’ my ass. It’s time to hit back, else I’m going to have one of my bossy sisters kicking my can all over the place.

Hmmm, going to the U.S. for a holiday – it may seem like I am running away, but just maybe I am running toward something.

“Okay Jamie, time to make some calls to HQ,” I said under my breath. Let’s see who is in the HR Department today.

Looking around the station, I headed for my office. I don’t know why it is called my office. I seem to have my entire crew waiting for me in there. It would be nice if sometimes I could just use my own office, but hey.

Doubling back down the hallway, I noticed that the Shift Supervisor’s office is empty. Bingo! I slipped in, locked the door and headed toward the desk. I grabbed the handset, subconsciously venting some frustration on the keypad… extension 379, HR. A cold sweat broke out over me. I don’t know why I’m worried. I haven’t done anything wrong.

Truth be known, Operations Officer Simon Kelsy – AKA Satan’s helper – has made it his life’s goal to kill my career. Okay, so my marriage to his daughter didn’t work out, but even his wife, my former mother-in-law, could see that Tracey was totally unreasonable when it came to our marriage. Well, anything that shifted the entire sunlight of the world off her was her instant enemy.

“We all deserve to be happy” she would say to me – often. Eventually, I understood she was fully aware of how much of a bitch her daughter was, green lighting me to run. Run for the hills! But not Simon, nope! He couldn’t admit to me, or anyone for that matter, that he was ever wrong or that his little girl was… well, just plain nasty. Oh my god! If my Grandmom was here still, Tracey would have all manner of whoop ass happening all over her. I smiled to myself remembering my grandma.

“HR, this is Amanda.” A sweet voice came through the phone.

“Oh, Hi, Amanda,” my voice cracking.

It sounded like I was having trouble even making simple conversation. This is just not going to work. I pulled the handset away from my ear, losing my nerve. I was about to hang up when out of the phone came, “Don’t hang up. Just breathe for a few seconds. Let’s just take this slowly.”

It was like she could see me. Apprehensively I put the phone back to my ear.

“Oh, hi!” my voice sounding like a five-year-old that has just been busted getting into the Christmas candy. By the way Mom, that was Steph, not me…

“It’s Jamie,” I cleared my throat. “Uh… James Spence from North West Group. I was hoping I could talk to someone, maybe get some advice on an issue I am having at the moment, Ma’am.”

“Hi, Jamie,” Amanda’s voice gently purred through the phone. “How have you been?” We haven’t spoken since our Junior Officers Course two years ago.” Oh my god Amanda!

A smile broke out across my face. All the fears I had were gone in an instant. Amanda dropped the normal HR professional prim and proper persona. Thankfully this was more of a friends’ catch-up with a bit of work sprinkled in for good measure.

“Oh wow, Amanda! It’s been years. How are you? How’s Steve going?” We chatted for the next ten minutes catching up everything that had been happening in our lives since JOC.

“So, Jamie, or are you using James now?”

“No Amanda, Jamie for most people,” I said sheepishly.

Amanda continued, “I hear you have escaped the evil witch. Heading overseas too, hmmm. You are today’s topic of conversation, particularly at the grocery store.”

“Wait, what? How do you know all of this Amanda? The grapevine is good here, but wow.”

Amanda let out a laugh, “No, the Mom network is at full strength. Apparently, your Mom is worried that her baby boy is running away.”

I let out a long frustrated breath. Oh for the love of God. Apparently, my Mom couldn’t wait to tell – everybody.

“You actually saved me a call, Jamie. I was instructed by MY Mom to call you.” She then continued while imitating her mom’s voice, “Amanda, do your HR thing, make sure James is ok. He had better not be running away, or it will break his Momma’s heart, you tell him!” was the way that little lecture went. Anyway, JAMES!”

Ha! Funny. Still, when a parent of my friends calls me JAMES, I get that instant guilty hd porno feeling. “Oh, mom, you have to relax. I’m 30 now,” I thought to myself.

Amanda started, “Okay Jamie, so what’s going on? I see that OO Kelsy has made some notes on the system about your performance. Requesting a probation period be placed in your file, also a recommendation not to promote for 3 years due to, “Immature and poor performance.”

Son of a bitch!

“Amanda, he is just using his position to do me over. I guess that giving half of everything I owned to his daughter wasn’t enough. I bought that house with my Grandfather’s inheritance, Amanda. It had nothing to do with her. Now the man wants my career.” I ran my hand down my face in frustration.

“My performance has been excellent both in the field, and management wise. My Operational delivery targets are all above the year on year benchmark. My crews are exceeding their Service delivery, response and turnout times. I don’t know how I could be doing the job any better, considering the lack of support I am getting from OO Kelsy.”

“Okay, Jamie,” Amanda replied. “The issue is not with you. It’s Simon. Honestly, he is going to dig himself a gigantic hole with this, because we have already investigated it this morning. When you consider that trying to place a fifteen-year serving FireFighter on probation, blocking any advancement for three years without a full disciplinary hearing or some independent review action, it is a huge thing. The whole file is already on its way to the Assistant Chief Officer’s desk. The word is, she’s not happy with it either. Apparently, she and Simon don’t see eye to eye.

“Jamie, I think we just need to move you out of the firing line and leave this to the big guns to duke it out.”

“Holy crap Amanda. Which, oh wait.” I quickly slid into the chair, logging into the system to see which ACO was on duty for our region. ACO West is involved! “Lucy West, is one of the straightest shooters I know. She a fantastic leader and good on the fire-ground too.” She hates Simon… “Thinks he’s a misogynistic ass, Amanda.”

His comments about her being only fit to make coffee for the real officers of Fire Service almost cost him his job five years ago. I never laughed so much. The look on Lucy’s, ACO West’s face when she walked into the muster room to hear Simon blurt that gem out was a MasterCard Moment. The entire shift crew cleared out of the place in less than 10 seconds, leaving Simon all alone. Ok, I was sitting in the corner minding my own business, listening to every word. Oh the joy! She ripped him limb from limb, not even a raised voice, which is even scarier – cool calm, precise.

“So, any clues as to what ACO West is doing Amanda?”

“Hmm, Jamie, you can’t let this out until later in the day when it’s formally announced, okay? Promise me. Remember I know where the bodies are, James Spence!” Amanda let out a chuckle.

“OO Kelsy is being reassigned to oversee the closure of the old training ground.”

“Sideways move if I have ever seen it,” I thought to myself.

“Raine Wilmer is taking over. I am sure he would like to speak to you Jamie. Give him a call. If you’re not happy with the outcome, call me back. But he still is good friends with your dad, right?”

I was nodding along. Of course, she couldn’t see that. I’m such an idiot at times.

“Jamie, we have your back on this, ok? It is going to be slow. We must do this right. But, we’ve got you, ok.”

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. So much has been happening to me lately. I just want my life to calm down. I thought getting divorced from Tracey would have been the end of it all. It seems to have stirred up a hornet’s nest. I finished the call with countless thanks. Apparently, I’m coming over to see Amanda and Steve before I go away… or else.

Grabbing my cell phone from my pocket, I called Raine.

A few short rings, “Howdy Jamie. How are the holiday plans going?”

“Hey OO Wilmer! You’ve spoken to Dad, right?” My voice sounding unsurprised that the Spence RSS feed is working well today.

“No, Jamie. My wife ran into your Mom down at the store.”

“Oh, Mom – she really is telling everyone,” I thought as I took a deep breath. Jeez.

“Oh right,” I replied. “I was talking to HR before. They mentioned that you are taking over in an acting role when OO Kelsy goes on leave, yeah?”

“Amanda, huh…” Raine replied.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t want to drop her in it, but wasn’t about to lie to my new boss either. Before I could answer, Raine let me off the hook, thankfully.

“It’s all right, Jamie. I called Amanda this morning asking her to contact you and give you a heads up as to the changes. I have known you a long time, buddy. Still remember you playing on the trucks with your sisters as kids all those years ago.

“So, yes, I see that your former father-in-law is not your biggest fan. I am taking over North West Group as of 14:00 today, direct reassignment from the ACO. sex izle Seems that legendary coffee remark has finally come back to bite Simon in the ass,” Raine let out a small chuckle. “I think when Simon is safely reassigned, we should revisit this whole probation note on your file, if that is all right with you?”

“Umm…”

I was completely blown away by Raine’s comments. I’d hoped that it was obvious to command that my former father-in-law, boss and all-around pain in my ass, Simon Kelsy, was just trying to score points with my career. I hadn’t ever gone to the HR department before, but felt that it was either now or never. If this probation stuck, it could pretty much end my future for me. My family had a long and proud history of service. Not that I’m super competitive, but my dad had made it to a commander, so I had to at least match him, if not better it.

“Jamie!”

His voice snapped me out of my own head.

“Thank you, Raine. I would appreciate that. I’m heading off on leave in 10 days. I will be contactable via email or text. I’ve got a roaming phone. I can leave the number with you.”

Raine let out a laugh, “Yeah about that – an unusual time of the day to be requesting leave, 0245, unless you weren’t able to sleep, huh?”

I was so glad he couldn’t see my face as it lit up like a red tomato.

“No OO Wilmer, it was… yes, it was an unusual time, Sir… To lodge that application but-”

“Jaime, it’s ok. Please, when it’s just us, Raine is fine. I was chatting with your dad this morning. We were comparing notes on the poor choices your Dad and I may or may not have made at your age.”

Remembering that Raine and my dad went to SNR Officer School together. Of course, he knew what had been going on, plus Mom working the store like a politician campaigning for election – wow – that woman is a force to be reckoned with!

“Jamie, remind your dad, that he is buying the first round of golf on Sunday, ok?”

“Sure, OO Wilmer. Will do.”

“JAMIE,” Rain let out with a bit of frustration in his voice.

“Sorry, Raine. Thanks, really.”

I had just put my cell in my pocket, taking a long slow breath, letting the conversations of the last fifteen minutes wash over me. DE Da DE Da the high low alert tones rang through the station. There go the bells, as the automated paging system started messaging out in the station. “North West – North West Pumper; Respond Code 1; Child locked in Car; Possible EMT Event; Unconscious, non-responsive.”

I sprinted from the Supervisor’s office into Engine Bay One.

“STEVE” I yelled across to the other appliance. “Okay, guys. I want the Rescue unit responding with us on this job. No staggered turnout,” I locked eyes with Steve, the Crew Leader on Rescue today, as we were jumping into our turnout gear. He nodded his acknowledgment, then proceeded to hurry his guys up.

“Come on guy. Spence is going to be jumping into the cabin of the pumper, and we’re still not ready. Get a move on!”

“Steve! You ready to roll?” I yelled out as I climbed into the Cabin of the pumper.

Grabbing the Radio, “Dispatch North West pumper and Rescue responding to Child Locked in car. Possible EMT event, Code 1.”

As we rolled to the job, I couldn’t help thinking to myself, “I’m not going to miss these calls, not at all. I can understand that occasionally people can be forgetful, where are my keys, or who’s that guy in my bed… or is that just me ha-ha. But really, leaving your kid locked in a car for hours or even fifteen minutes in 98°F plus? It just can end so tragically.”

As we arrived on scene, I turned to my crew in the back.

“I want someone to grab the Halligan Tool, Defibrillator, and blankets. The rescue guys have the First Aid Gear, ok?”

“Yep! Got it, Jamie,” they responded.

The guys looked at each other, silently assigning who was getting what.

Grabbing the microphone, “Dispatch; North West Pumper and Rescue on scene; now High Street Control; Sitrep to follow.”

The truck came to a quick stop. “Ok Boys, let’s get busy.”

It was a fairly hot day if this was summer. But being late in May, normally by now the summer heat had gone, but there had been some very unexpected hot weather. Normally we are enjoying temps in the mid 70°F’s but the past few days had been in the high 90°F’s.

Both crews made entry into the car in under thirty seconds from arrival, extracting the little guy onto the stretcher, stripping off his clothes, whilst checking for vital signs, cooling his body in a controlled manner.

I grabbed the portable radio, getting ready to update dispatch. My crews were all over it. They didn’t even have to ask each other for gear, it was just there. The combined response made me, as a leading firefighter, so proud of our team when, in the most trying of situations, their training and dedication come to the forefront.

“Dispatch – High Street Control, Sit-rep. We have made entry to the Car; extracted one male; 3yo non-responsive; not altyazılı porn breathing. No adults are in-attendance. Crews are currently working on the Victim. Advise paramedics; non-responsive. Defib and CPR commencing. Over – Leading Firefighter Spence.”

As dispatch read my message back, my buddy Mark, the cop, arrived.

“Hey Jamie, what’s going on?” Concern etched on his face. None of us likes these jobs.

I explained what we had found, pointing out the passerby who called it in. Mark went over to the now very distressed elderly lady. She kept telling Mark that it looked like her grandson, but it was a different car, asking was he “Ok,” becoming more distressed.

I don’t envy Mark or the police in general, it can be a shit job at times.

Steve and the Rescue guys had worked on the little guy for fifteen minutes, we all rotated in and out. I was bagging with the ventilator bag when we lifted the stretcher holding his little body up and on to the gurney. The Paramedic in the bus and I counted down, 3,2,1 handing over to her. But his little body had just taken too much of a pounding from the heat. Nobody gave up – we never do.

Paramedics took the child in the bus while Steve and one of his guys were still working on him with the paramedic as they drove off. We had revived him and were desperately trying to stabilize his condition. Mark came over a few moments later where my crew and I were making up the trucks.

“Jamie… Unfortunately, the little guy didn’t survive the 5-minute ride to the ER, mate. Sorry. You and your guys did everything possible to save him.”

“Thanks, Mark.”

Turning and walking away, I slipped between both appliances out of sight. “Fuck!” I let out with frustration, punching the truck tire near me. I’d learnt not to hit the cabinet lockers or panel work as it’s hard to explain dents, and a fist makes an easily recognized dent.

Recovering my composure, I grabbed my radio from the shoulder clasp, opening the mic, then updated Dispatch, taking our appliances offline and requesting Peer support to attend our Station ASAP. Next Call was to the Regional Officer in Charge, advising of the death, following the chain of evidence protocols for the Coroner’s office.

I grabbed some cold drinks from the cooler out of the Rescue Unit, the guys were leaning against the truck, clearly feeling what had happened. I handed out some cold drinks, a warm smile, and reassuring grip on their shoulders. Then on to the job at hand – starting my debrief and AAR (After Action Review) conversations. There was nothing more we could do for the little guy. Now my attention turned to my crew and their welfare.

The drive back to the station was a somber one. There was none of the normal banter or ribbing between the guys. When a child is injured or killed, it really hits home. As a service, we have come along leaps and bounds with the stress and support services in the job, but it still hurts like hell.

Pulling in the station, I updated Dispatch. “North West Pumper and Rescue in Station; Off-Line.”

Climbing out of the truck, I walked around the front of both appliances.

“Ok, I want everyone here out front, please.”

The guys all filed out of the trucks.

“Our After-Action Review is going to be multi-staged. I want everyone to head to the showers and clean up. Meet me in the muster room in fifteen minutes. We have the peer support guys en-route to chat about today’s action.”

Twenty minutes later we all seated in the muster room. The peer support guys were in, working with the crew.

My cell phone started to buzz in my pocket. It was Raine.

“Hi, OO Wilmer.”

“Jamie, I’ve got your guys here from the ER. I’ll drop them back to the station, ok?”

“Sure, thanks, Boss. I was just about to grab the station car and collect them. The Peer support guys are here currently. We are almost all of the way through the AAR.

“Raine, the crews have said they need to, want to, return to active. I am comfortable with their mental health but I will wait for the Support guys to greenlight it. When you get here, we can chat about it, if you like.”

“No problems, Jamie. Sounds like you’ve got it covered. See you in fifteen.”

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, re-joining the crew in the muster room.

Raine arrived a few minutes later and Steve and Pete joined us in the muster room. It was good to get the guys together. Raine, signaled with a nod for us to step out. We quietly slipped out of the room.

“Jamie, do you have a second to chat,” asked Raine.

“Sure, Boss. The communal office with my name on it is free,” I said jokingly.

We walked the short distance to my office in silence, closing the door behind Raine.

“Ok Jamie, about this performance review and holidays…”

..o0o..

Finally, the end of shift came around. After we had gone back online, we had two further calls – someone burning trash in their yard, while the old lady next door had her washing out on the line. She wanted us to extinguish the fire so her washing wasn’t ruined. A bit of diplomacy between both parties, and away we went. Helps to have siblings – you learn how to read people and work your way around them.

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