Dr Hooters, part XXXI



There  is  a  popular South Florida radio station that advertises
its signal as reaching from 'the Keys to  the  trees'.    As  you
travel  north  from Miami on I-95, you pass through heavily popu-
lated Broward and  Palm Beach counties, but, once you  leave  the
last  ramparts  of  the South Florida metropolis in the West Palm
Beach area, the change is sudden and  dramatic.   Instead  of  an
endless  vista  of  office  buildings, housing  developments, and
strip malls, the  trees and grasses begin to invade, and suddenly
you  are in wide open country.  The Miami radio stations begin to
fade, and all you can hear are the cow birds calling in the  end-
less savannahs.

The  country  made  Tommy nervous.  He had lived in Miami all his
life, except for two years in foster care  out  in  the  country,
where he found the silence deafening.  He didn't relish returning
to it, but events had forced him to it.

The sun began peaking up over the horizon, climbing up out of the
dark,  not-too-distant  Atlantic  as  Tommy propelled the Allante
convertible out of Palm Beach and into Martin County.  He  looked
over  his shoulder.  Mary and Consuela, Blair's mother and grand-
mother, were still sleeping peacefully,  unaware  of  the  danger
they were leaving fast behind to the South.

It  was  almost  full  morning when Tommy pulled up to the Burger
King outside Stuart.  He didn't have much  money,  but  he  could
spring for a few sausage sandwiches and a few cups of coffee.  He
was carrying it back out when he was surprised by Blair's  mother
sitting on the hood of the car, smoking a cigarrette.

"Where  are  we",  she asked bluntly, "who are you, and where are
you taking us?"  The smoke from her cigarrette didn't  rise,  but
merely hung in the thick, already oppressively humid air.

Tommy  set  the breakfast bag down on the roof of ther car.  "I'm
Tommy Maxwell, Mrs. Quinteros.  I guess  you'd  call  me  Blair's
boyfriend.  We're in Stuart, about four hours north of Miami, and
I was hoping to make it to Vero Beach by noon."

Mary blew out another cloud of smoke.  "I've met you before, Tom-
my.   You  weren't  so  tall last I saw you.  You've filled out a
lot.  Quickly.  Why should we continue to go with you rather than
calling  the  Highway  Patrol and having you arrested for kidnap-
ping?"

Tommy was astounded.  When he picked Blair's  mother  and  grand-
mother up and carried them out to the Cadillac convertible earli-
er that night, they had both been severely beaten around the head
and  upper body, with multiple bruises and cuts just about every-
where.  This morning, Mary appeared as though she were just  wak-
ing up after coming home from work.  "You don't remember anything
about last night, do you, Mrs. Quinteros", he asked.

Mary shook her head.  "What's to remember?", she asked.

Tommy told her the whole story - how he and Blair had  discovered
them on the floor of their apartment, severely beaten, and how he
had helped Blair put them to bed.  After that, he started  nosing
around  the  apartment  area  to see if the assaltants were still
hanging around.  What he had found had chilled his blood.

He had been  walking down the alley behind their  apartment  when
he heard two women's voices whispering quietly behind a fence.

"What  did  you have to go and do **that** for, you sick bitch?",
hissed the first voice.

"I didn't think Madam would mind me having a little fun mixed  in
with  the  work",  responded  the second, in a tone of voice that
Tommy could only describe as 'very dangerous'.

"If we had just left them there, they would  have  gone  to  bed.
Then  we  could  have picked up the girl, delivered her to Madam,
gotten the pay, and we'd be drinking sloe gin fizzes on Powerline
Road by now!  As it is, the girl's been warned, and that big mon-
key of a boyfriend of hers has probably called the cops"

"He doesn't look like the type to be calling the heat.  I say  we
go  back there, ice the old lady, the momma, the boyfriend, scat-
ter some shit around to make it look a robbery..."

"Grab the little bitch, and still get her to  Madam  by  four  o'
clock!  I like the way you think.  You got the piece?"

"Uh-huh"

After  hearing  this,  Tommy  rushed back to the apartment, found
that Blair had disappeared, wrote her a quick note, stuffed  Mary
and Consuela into the convertible, and roared off into the night.

"I think I saved your lives", Tommy remarked.  Mary's  eyes  were
wide with surprise.

"Why'd  anyone  want to do this to us?  We've lived inthat apart-
ment since Amanda was born, and we've never had any trouble!"

Mary looked up  at  Tommy.   The  broad-shouldered,  deep-chested
young  man  resembled  the  Tommy she knew only in the glistening
eyes and the nervous way he moved his hands.  If what he was say-
ing was true...

"Mrs.  Quinteros", Tommy began, "didn't you find it a bit unusual
that both Amanda and Blair started, well, growing up at the  same
time?   And  didn't  you think that they had gotten, well, pretty
well-developed for girls their age?"

Mary nodded.  Amanda and Blair had shot up like  weeds  the  last
couple  of  months,  and both of them had developed enviable fig-
ures.  "What are you trying to say, Tommy?", she pleaded, finish-
ing her cigarrette and snuffing it out under the flat part of her
spiked heel.

"Blair and I stole two gallons of milk out of the back  of  some-
one's  trunk  some  time  ago,  Mrs  Quinteros", Tommy confessed.
"That milk made Blair, Amanda and I mature quickly, and  get  big
in  places  where,  well,  its  good to be big.  Look at me!"  He
turned around for Mary's inspection in the parking lot.  "I  have
to  tell  you now that Blair is huge.  Not tall or fat, but huge,
up here, where it counts for a girl!"  He patted his chest.

Mary stared intently at the handsome young man.  Something  about
his demeanour, his nervous energy, was very convincing.  Mary had
always been a sucker for a handsome face and a nice body.  That's
how Blair and Amanda had made it into the world.

Tommy  kept talking, on and on, about the incredible expansion of
Blair's breasts on the Palmetto Expressway.  If what he's  saying
is  true,  thought Mary, he's probably fucked my little Blair.  I
wonder if he'd go for a mother-daughter set...


She lit another Salem.  "If what you're saying  is  true,  Tommy,
then  Blair  must be in some danger as well.  Why didn't you take
her with us?"

"When I got back, Mrs. Quinteros, she was nowhere around.", Tommy
replied.   He  pushed  his  palms together, making the impressive
muscles in his shoulders and arms stand out, a gesture which  was
not  lost  on  Mary.  "I'm not much for thinkin', but as far as I
know, either Blair is safe, or she's already in the hands of this
Madame  character  those  two  weasels  were talkin' about.    If
she's safe, nothin' I do's gonna make her safer.  If this Madam's
got  her, well, let me get you to to safety first, then I go back
for Blair.  She'll be the happier knowin' you two are OK"

Mary pursed her lips and expelled the smoke.  She thrust her hips
forward  slightly  and  smiled,  unfolding her arms.  She noticed
that Tommy's gaze went  immediately  to  her  small  but  shapely
breasts.   Nope,  she thought, no problem there.  Give him half a
chance, and he'd be trying to push as much of himself as possible
up the same place Blair came out of.

"So  where  are we going, Tommy?", she asked sweetly, holding the
cigarette to one side and putting her other hand on  her  slender
waist.

"Uh,  I'm  takin'  you  to  Cap'n  Ted's place, up near Brunnell.
You'll be safe there as anywhere."   Tommy  swallowed  hard.   It
seemed  like Blair's mom was coming on to him, and he didn't know
how to take it.  Other women,  older  women,  like  the  one  who
loaned  him  the Cadillac, came on to him too.  He didn't have to
work at all for pussy these days, but since  he'd  been  reunited
with  Blair,  he  wasn't so sure if he'd be taking up so many of-
fers.

"Who's Cap'n Ted?", Mary asked.

"Captain Ted Mourassi", replied Tommy, breaking into the sack and
pulling  out  one  of the sausage sandwiches.  It seemed safer to
attend to his hunger than to that other physical drive which  was
clamoring  for  his attention.  "I spent two years in foster care
with him when my Awntie Marshie went to Lawtey.  He knows  almost
everything.  You'll like him a lot."

"I  certainly  hope  so,  Tommy.   But you'd better let me drive.
Heaven knows what you're using for a driver's license."

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Consuela  woke up when they were about twenty minutes out of Stu-
art.  It didn't take Mary long to fill her in on what was happen-
ing.  Like her daughter, she had no recollection of  the previous
night's events.

"- But I feel wonderful, daughter",  she  explained  to  Mary  in
Spanish.   "-  Its  been a long time since I felt this good.  But
your hair, why is it turning green?"

Mary gasped, and looked in the mirror.   Her  waist-length  hair,
once  jet  black,  was  turning  an  unusual shade of green.  The
change started, not at the crown as expected, but had started  at
the  tips,  and  now  Mary's hair was about two-thirds asparagus-
green, with the roots remaining black as before.

"-You two were beat up badly  last  night",  Tommy  commented  in
Spanish,  which  language he was able to speak fluently thanks to
his Puerto Rican grandmother.  "-Are  you  certain  this  doesn't
have anything to do with that?"

Mary  snorted.   "-You'd  have to beat someone pretty bad to turn
their hair green."  By the time they arrived in Melbourne, Mary's
hair had turned entirely green, as had her eyes.

"I'm  turning into a stalk of asparagus", Mary complained to Tom-
my.

"-Daughter.  I had a funny dream last  night.",  Consuela  added.
"-I  dreamt that Blair had grown enormous breasts, and was giving
us suck as if we were the babies, and she were our mother."

"-That's exactly what happened,  grandmother",  Tommy  explained.
"-When  she saw you were hurt, her breasts started dripping milk,
and she had me put you on either side of her, so she could  nurse
you two."

Mary shuddered.  The last time she had seen Blair was just before
the party at the Rodriguez' mansion.  Blair at that time was  re-
markably  well-developed  for  a  girl  her age, sporting a 36-DD
bustline that put her mother to shame.  The idea that Blair's un-
usual  growth  had  continued, and that her daughter was now some
kind of lactating freak made her uneasy.

"Then too, Mrs. Quinteros, if Blair's milk has  the  same  effect
that  the  milk  we  stole out of the car, that could explain why
your hair is turning green."

"I thought the milk you stole was a breast-enhancer, not  a  hair
dye."

Tommy  rubbed his jaw.  "It seems to have some pretty unusual ef-
fects, ma'am.  For instance, Blair's as  strong  as  a  mule.   I
weigh  over two-fifty now, but Blair pulled me in through an open
window like I was a rag doll.   She  tells  me  Amanda  can  read
minds, or something pretty close."

"I  wouldn't  be surprised whatever happened", he added.  "Still,
look what it did to me.  It probably won't hurt you two any."

"-Sure!  I feel great!", remarked Consuela, after Tommy's remarks
had been  translated for her.

Consuela,  in  particular,  seemed years younger than she had the
night before.  She was a waspish woman, in her late fifties, with
iron-grey  hair  and  a  sour disposition that came from too much
drinking and too many disappointments.  Ordinarily,  she  dragged
herself  through  the  day, speaking little and watching a lot of
the Spanish soap operas on television.  Mary was glad to see  her
mother so animated for a change.

That is, until her skin began to turn green.

It  started in Melbourne, when Mary started to notice the slight-
est tint of green around her eyes and  mouth,  but  the  greening
continued  until  by the time they arrived in Daytona Beach about
lunchtime, Mary was a vivid snow-pea green that contrasted strik-
ingly with the darker green of her hair.

Tommy suggested stopping for lunch, but Mary was horrified.  "I'm
not getting out of this car if you do  stop",  she  shouted.   "I
look  like the Jolly Green Giant!"  So Consuela and Tommy stopped
at a roadside Denny's while Mary fumed in the car.  When they re-
turned  with  a take-out order for Mary, she found she had no ap-
petite.

"Maybe now, I'll just plant myself in the ground and feed  myself
by photosynthesis", she said, only half-jokingly.

Fortunately,  it wasn't much more than an hour from Daytona Beach
to  their  destination.   Following  Tommy's  instructions,  Mary
pulled  the  Cadillac  convertible  up  into  the front lawn of a
large, two-story frame house, surrounded by dense vegetation  and
fruit  trees.   Mary  felt something tingle as she stepped out of
the car.

"The trees!", she remarked, "the trees are greeting  me!"   Tommy
helped  Consuela from the back seat while Mary stood in the front
yard, awash in new and novel sensations.  "Its a language!",  she
muttered, "I never understood before... This is marvelous!!!"

Watching  as  Blair's mother walked around the front yard, Tommmy
couldn't help but notice  that  being  green  had  only  enhanced
Mary's  attractiveness.   Somehow,  the muscles in her thighs and
arms stood out more, were more noticible,  and  her  thick  dark-
green  hair danced back and forth on her back, although there was
no appreciable breeze.  Her new complexion  was  very  compatible
with  her  white stretch top and khaki shorts, and Tommy felt the
twinge of desire rise up inside him as he watched.  He turned and
carried Mary's and Consuela's luggage into the house.

There was a note on the front door -

Tommy-

I'm sorry I couldn't be around to greet you upon your arrival.  I
am busy with some urgent business elsewhere.  Tell your guests to
make  themselves  at home, and give them the two bedrooms off the
staircase upstairs, next to the tower.  I hope to be  back  later
tonight to make their acquaintance.

If  either  of them have the talisman, tell them under no circum-
stances are they to allow any other woman to touch  it!   If  you
have  no  idea what I'm talking about, don't worry.  I'll explain
everything when I arrive.

Sorry about the broken window.

Always your friend;

Captain Ted


Consuela wrinkled her nose after Tommy translated the letter  for
her.  "-He was expecting us?  Did you call him from Miami?"

"Captain  Ted's  a strange guy, Mrs. Quinteros.  He can be pretty
spooky at times, and there's no hiding anything from  him,  as  I
found  out  when I was staying here", Tommy remarked.  You better
wait until you meet him before you try to figure him  out.   And,
no,  I  didn't call him.  He's got his own ways of finding things
out."

















































