The Prodigal Son....The Imagined Continuation of Anjewelraine's brilliant story.

Chapter - 6

The Prodigal Son
Chapter 6/ aka chap 133
'Death is a Part of Life Amy'
Written by: Mike Hurley
A story by; Anjewelraine

1 month later........

Amy sat in the small exam room by herself.  She had already looked at the pretty paintings on the wall a dozen times, and read the doctorate info for Dr Raymond Muna way too many times.......

Medical Doctorate from the University of Chicago.
An advanced degree in the studies of Oncology Sciences
from the University of Toronto.
A certificate of appreciation for teaching 2 years of Oncology at Wayne State University in Detroit.

Amy tore at a hang nail on her left index finger until it began bleeding.
She stood and looked out the window, & glanced at her watch, and counted 103 cars zooming down the highway in just 30 seconds.  Amy paced the tiny room back and forth like a caged tiger.  She was caged, but cancer was relentlessly chasing her.

She looked at her engagement ring and sighed.  Ty soooo wanted to be married by now. They would have been on their honeymoon.
Maybe the Bahamas. 
She had never been, but the moment Ty saw a grain of sand, that's all he talked about, seemingly for days. And now they had a plane which could carry them off anywhere.
It was fast enough to lose the damn paparazzi who never left them alone.
Amy wanted nothing more than to be married to Tyler Borden!

Amy paced some more, ......between her helping Uncle Ed in his final days.
And solidifying a plan to find her Uncle Tom in California.  There was no time to plan a wedding.

Be calm!!  Amy muttered to herself.
But she kept pacing and failed at calming her nervous stomach.

Her mind wandered to and fro like a butterfly dancing across a field of wildflowers. Amy glanced out the window again and saw the paparazzi across the street in a city parking lot.  This car was Dimitri and Alexander.  They were always nice and polite. They called her Miss Amy and always wanted a word and a photograph. 
They were relentless, and often asked if she swam and wore bikinis.

And whenever Ty went off about the Bahamas and the cozy home he & his mom stayed in every summer for a month.  He always laughed and told Amy the same story.  He was 13 and first noticed bikinis and the hot bodies they barely covered.
Their neighbors were a family from India and their youngest daughter
Santii was 16.  She'd often sunbathe topless in their back compound.
Ty had seriously discovered boobs that summer and even snuck a photo of Santii.  G

Amy figured she'd need to find a bikini, that would pull Ty's eyes right out of his head.  She barely had the slightest bulge in her tummy.
Would she sunbathe topless in the Bahamas for Ty's visual enjoyment??
Probably not, but Amy had other ideas of how to entertain Ty's visual desires while under a blanket at the beach.

She grinned, then glanced at the 2 paparazzi again.  What creeps they were. All nice and polite in person, but drooled over her in private and sold their photographic gems of Amy for tons of money.

Amy wondered if one innocent flash with a sexy smile would end their obsessions.  No; she told herself.
Men always want more.
Creeps, every one of them.

But Amy thought of the many men she knew who were respectful and protective of women.
Beginning with her Grandpa Jack, her Uncle Ed, and ending with Ty.  There were several dozen men she knew who honored girls and women.

Wow, and what a man Ty was; he was always the gentleman.  But dressed in a t-shirt, he could start forest fires in the hearts of women everywhere.

Amy had seen the photos of the young girls having sex with him, years ago, at the party while he was passed out.  She could see everything hanging out in all its glory. And the girls applying oral pleasures to him.
Amy closed her browser and was disgusted.