Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 03:45:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Orpha Kreed <orphinity@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tending Minerva by Orpha Creed

                 Tending Minerva
           Chapter 1    by Orpha Creed

      I had applied for one of the new condominiums
located 12 miles South of Huntington Beach, just off
of highway 1 overlooking the ocean, but the
opportunity to close a deal came at a very inopportune
time when I was taking some special courses in
Germany. Disappointed, I returned to the states and to
my old house in Huntington Park, a suburb of Los
Angeles. Six months later, I received a call from the
realty company that one of the condos would become
available in June so I decided to make the change
after inspecting the luxurious beachfront location. It
was a bargain at only $2,650. per month and I needed
the change desperately.
      I had only been settled in for about a week when
I heard a woman screaming at the top of her lungs from
a direction just outside my patio door. I rushed out
on my fourth story veranda and discovered that the
screams were coming from an open door to the
neighboring condo.
     I jumped the railing to the next veranda and
stuck my head in the door. "Who's screaming? Everybody
OK in here?" I asked as I slowly entered the room.
	A nude, muscular woman stepped through the bedroom
door and glared at me holding a small butcher knife.
She held it up in the stabbing position and ran at me
screaming and babbling incoherently. Using her forward
motion to my advantage, I grasped her attack wrist
with my right hand, rolled my body under her, lifting
her off the ground and slamming her to the floor
violently, completely deflating her lungs. Her eyes
bulged grotesquely as she struggled but I placed my
knee on her chest, preventing her from regaining her
breath until she blacked out from lack of oxygen. I
hurriedly tied her hands behind her and Rolled her
over on her back again, Proving mouth to mouth until
she regained conciseness. She screamed at me as she
struggled to get free.  Another naked woman stumbled
through the doorway, bleeding from a stab wound in her
leg. I pulled her to the floor, wrapped my belt around
her leg and began tightening the tension. Finally the
artery was closed and the bleeding slowed to a slight
seepage.
	"You need new friends lady," I said as I bolted back
over the railing to grab my cell phone and my medical
bag. Bounding back over the railing, I resumed dealing
with the situation by calling 911 and clamping the
severed artery in several places so I could allow
blood to flow out into her leg.
	"She was very lucky that you were there Dr. Creed,"
the paramedic on the ambulance crew commented as they
loaded her.
	The police had the muscular woman in the back of a
patrol car. "Doctor, I need your full name for the
report if you please," one of the two patrolman
demanded.
	"Dr. Orpha Creed with a C," I responded and began the
long procedure of interrogation.
	About a week went by. It was Sunday afternoon when I
received a knock at my door.
	"Hi, remember me?" she said warmly as she stood posed
in my doorway.
	"Uh yea, I sure do!"
	"I just wanted to thank you for saving my life. Cary
would have killed me if you hadn't come along or I
would have just bled to death."
	"That's OK. Why don't you come in and I'll fix us a
drink," I asked.
	"Sure, My name is Minerva and you're Dr. Creed?"
	"Uh yes, but please call me Orpha. Minerva is yours?
What an intriguing name. The 'Roman goddess of wisdom
and arts.' I'm not so sure that you were given the
appropriate name."
	"Why do you say that Orpha?"
	"Oh never mind dear. What do you dirink?"
	"I'll have a glass of Merlot if you have some."


	How many life altering, situations and / or
relationships start with a simple glass of wine. In
most cases, Orpha would have simply found and excuse
to avoid such an interface with a neighbor, but she
was attracted to the obvious vulnerability of this
particular individual.
	Orpha opened a bottle of imported Argentinean merlot
and poured her a glass, then poured Stoli over a
tumbler of ice for herself. " Now tell me about Cary.
Was or is she your lover?"
	"Yea, you could say that, a long time ago she was,"
Minerva said sadly. "She wasn't always like she is
now."
	"And how is she now dear? I know she's an addict. Her
pupils were dilated and she had tracks on both arms.
How could you ever get involved with someone like her?
You just don't seem the type."
	Minerva looked at her feet and shook her head. "I
have to go now and make some calls to my family. I
can't thank you enough Orpha. Can I hug you or would
it bother you?"
	"Yes dear, you can hug me and yes, it might bother me
but I'll try to stay under control," Orpha replied
with a warm smile.
	The younger Minerva lingered in Orpha's arms for a
little longer than expected as though Orpha was a
mother figure. Orpha gently held her until she slid
back and headed for the door.
        "Lets get together again for a drink when we
have time," Orpha said warmly.
	Orpha read for most of the morning, catching up on
her usual pile of medical publications. She looked at
her watch and saw that it was 2:30PM. She knew that
the sun would be at just the right angle on the West
facing veranda to soak up a few rays, so She slid out
of her top and shorts, fixed a drink and headed for
her chaise in the sun.
	"Well just look at you," a female voice sounded to
her left. "How do you stay so gorgeous Orpha?"
	Orpha spun around to the neighboring veranda. "Oh hi
Minerva, what are you up to dear?"
	"Trying to clean some of my blood from the carpets
and walls. I think I'll have to get a professional in
here tomorrow since I'm not having any luck."
	"Jump the railing and come join me for a drink and we
can chat for awhile," Orpha suggested.
	Minerva made herself a drink and sat next to Orpha in
the double chaise.
	"I hope I don't offend you sitting here naked dear,"
Orpha said with an impish smile.
	"You know better than that Orpha, you know my sexual
preference now don't you?"
	"Sure honey, I was just teasing you."
	"Teasing is quite an understatement Orpha, you are in
fact turning me on," Minerva said returning her own
impish smile.
	"Bring your leg up here dear, I want to examine your
leg wound," Orpha ordered ignoring the flirtatious
thrust.
	Minerva brought her leg up against her stomach and
lifted her short skirt while Orpha gently worked the
bandage off.
	"Nice small, uniform stitches. I see a little
inflammation. Be sure and keep it clean dear and ...,"
Orpha hesitated, "What type of topical antiseptic did
they give you?"
	"I don't think they gave me any."
	"Stay here, I have some in my bag."
	Orpha jumped up and went inside, reappearing after a
minute with a tube of antiseptic cream. She slipped on
a rubber glove and gently applied the cream around the
wound.
     With her usual impish grin, Minerva took Orpha's
hand and pulled it upward toward her pubic mound,
covered by a pair of white bikini panties.
	"Now behave yourself Minerva. Shame on you," Orpha
responded returning her grin.
	"Do you want to spank my little ass Orpha,"
	Orpha grabbed Minerva's ankle. Lifting it upward and
exposing a bare cheek of her butt, Orpha have her a
sharp whack with her open hand. Minerva's expression
transformed into that of a submissive child as a tear
slid down her cheek.
	"Come on now dear, that didn't hurt that much. You
act like a child. How old are you anyway?" Orpha
asked.
	"I just turned 23 last month," Minerva replied. "How
old are you Orpha?"
	"Never mind dear, considerably older than you."

	Orpha was 43 but one couldn't really tell her age.
She had short black hair, blue eyes, very slender but
wiry, almost catlike. When she walked, her head moved
steadily ahead motionless while her resilient, sinewy
body propelled her forward with a very fluid motion. A
master in a very unique but little known martial arts
form taught to her in the Ryukyu Islands off the
Southern tip of Japan, requiring extreme agility and
lightening speed along with a high degree of self
discipline. Her high level of skill enabled her to
snatch a honeybee out of the air without being stung
or injuring the bee. She was double jointed and could
wrap her leg upward and around her neck while standing
on the other leg. She wore little or no makeup and
wore small accountant's glasses with thin metal
frames. Not a pretty woman by any means but very
striking and authoritarian in appearance.
	"Are you a Lesbian Orpha?"
	Orpha smiled sarcastically at Minerva. "I'm a doctor
and a writer dear."
	"That's not what I asked you!"
	"Straight or Lesbian refers to my Sexual preference
dear, not what I am. I AM a doctor and writer."
	"Ok ok, I get it, then what's your sexual preference
Orpha?"
	"That my dear, is none of yours or anyone's business
unless I choose for them to know." Orpha responded
with a cool smile as she played with Minerva's mind.
	"Are you mad at me?" Minerva asked sadly.
	Orpha place her hands on both sides of Minerva's
face, leaned forward and gently kissed her on her
lips. "No, I think you're very sweet and I like you
immensely. Oh just one more thing dear, did you ask
for a blood test when you were at the hospital?"
	"No, why do you ask?"
	"Cary's been mainlining and you need to be tested for
HIV. Let me take a blood sample into the university
with me tomorrow and I'll test it myself and give you
the results. No one will know. OK?"
	"If you tell me what you want me to do, I'll do it
Orpha, anything at all," Minerva replied with her
delicious, impish smile which made her appear like a
little waif as she laid back in the chaise with her
legs drawn up in the fetal position. Her light ash
blonde air cut in a pageboy draped lazily over the
pillow attached to the chase.
	Orpha pressed her thumb against her inner arm to
raise a vein, then withdrew drew her blood into the
syringe. "I have to jump into the shower dear and get
ready to leave for the evening. I'm meeting with some
associates for dinner and a few drinks at my favorite
haunt. Come back tomorrow and we'll share a bottle of
wine or something.
	"Hmmmm, the wine sounds good but the 'or something'
sounds even better."
	Orpha jumped up and headed inside. Minerva turned and
watched her leave. "Poetry in motion," she thought as
she observed the long sinuous muscles in her legs and
definition of her calf muscles as she walked into the
darkness of the condo.