A Little Dinged Up (gxg)

Chapter 41

It turns out, getting home wasn't as easy as we thought. Crimes had been committed, a woman was dead, and interviews had to be performed. We spent three days in a hotel together, taking turns getting interviewed by the police. Liv had it easy, because she had been sick for most of the trip and hadn't seen too much. The cameraman had turned over a copy of the tape to the police, so that had a lot on it as well. I also had to turn over a copy of my go pro film, and the diver who had gone down it the cage with Ava, who's name I never got but needed to thank, had a camera that they turned over a copy of too. Trish spent the most time with the police, having had to go over everything that happened over the previous several days up until the shark dive.

She also spent a lot of time thanking us. We had still been on the boat, she and I in a bunk room being tended by one of the medics, when she finally spoke up for the first time. "I know that things will never be the same between us Ly, but I can never thank you enough for coming here to save me. I know now that you really did forgive me, even if I don't deserve it. I hope you're happy with Ava, nobody deserves it more than you."

"Trish, you were my girlfriend for three years, of course I forgave you, and of course I was going to come try to save you. Even if you're not mine anymore, you're still one of the most important people to have been a part of my life," I told her.

That seemed to break the ice a bit, and by the end of the cruise, she had started smiling more, and truly enjoying the company of Liv, Ava and Miki too. I mean, she was a 5th wheel, but it was hard not to smile around Miki.

Personally, none of us cared what happened to Max. We knew the authorities told us that he was blaming everything on Juliette, which was the least shocking thing ever, but that didn't explain him cutting Trish with the knife. That had needed almost a dozen stitches to close, and we got lucky that Trish had been smart enough to use the belt to slow the bleeding, or she would have bled out before the air was gone. Max was trying to get extradited back to the states for trial, and his lawyer argued that with a U.S. citizen accused of crimes against another U.S. citizen, it made sense. We had no idea if that would work or not though. I kind of hoped it did, because I didn't want more 20 hour flights to be a witness for a trial.

Oh, and I lost two toes. There was no way to sugar coat that. Luckily it was the two small toes on my left foot, but it still felt weird. I had no idea how it would affect me going forward. Could I still run? Could I surf? Toe sex was obviously out, but I was strangely okay with that. Seriously though, it was much too early to figure out how that would affect me. But I didn't like it. It felt weird.

Ava was fucking amazing. I was stuck limping for a bit, and she was taking care of everything for me. It was all a bit overwhelming, and I couldn't understand what I'd done to get so lucky in finding this wonderful woman. She was changing bandages, giving me foot massages when it got cramps, and generally acting like the best fucking person on the planet.

Which she was. And she was mine.

She had promised to keep doing it as long as I needed the help too, which the doc said could be up to two months. Normally I would scoff at that recovery time, but I needed my feet for my jobs. I had been good about my nipple recovery, so I was sure I could handle this too. I was also going to have to get some special shoes for support when I got home too, and I'm sure they would be very fashionable.

Trish seemed happy for us, while being sad at the same time. I knew she was regretting everything that brought us to the situation that we were in, but you can't go back in time and fix things, right? But still, she was laughing and smiling a bit, so that was a plus. Was Miki checking out her ass and thinking about adding a new person in her fantasy orgy? Absolutely. She wasn't even subtle about it! Trish was laying on her belly a lot to make sure she didn't put pressure on her calf, and Miki was constantly moving to make sure she had the best view of Trish's ass. At first, Trish was worried that she was hurting Liv and Miki's relationship, but when we explained that Miki didn't mean anything, and always just got herself worked up so Liv could take care of her later, she felt better. She also started egging Miki on too, making sure she asked Miki to change her bandage like Ava was for me, and then wiggling her butt a little bit when Miki was wrapping up the gauze.