only thing she could identify was an industrial complex on the southeast side of San Jose. This had to be where Jer had been taken. She decided to let Ryan sleep a bit longer before sharing her hunch. When he awoke, they would make a plan about how to locate their son. Feeling exhausted yet unable to unwind, she decided a long hot shower would help her relax.
Ryan rose from the bed and quietly came into the bathroom. He watched for a moment, noting that his ex- wife stood motionless underneath the steamy showerhead, lost in thought, unaware of his presence. He flashed back to the days immediately following Jacob’s death, remembering the grief counseling they had done at the request of Father Sabo from their church. They’d been advised to maintain a strong sexual intimacy in their relationship, which, among other things, would help them manage the pain of their loss.
Your intimacy will bind you together, the counselor had said, and help you manage the pain of loss. Don’t isolate or turn away from one another. Human intimacy can be a tonic, a source of strength, facilitating healing for couples going through a devastating loss. Sexual relations can provide medicinal benefits beyond anything that can be prescribed. Don’t let your intimacy slip because of your loss and don’t feel guilty about reliving your grief through orgasm. It’s a healthy way to manage the pain. Carrying the grief together is a proven technique for surviving the aftermath of any loss. The goal is to move toward acceptance, and be stronger and more committed to one another through the ordeal.
Ryan’s recollection prompted him to join Sarah in the shower. He had no idea how she would react.
“Want some company?” he asked, cautiously stepping into the billowing steam from the hot water spraying on Sarah’s head. He noted immediately how wonderful it was to see her naked again, remembering that he’d been physically attracted to her from the very first time they met on the quad at the university campus; she looked just as lovely as ever.
Sarah didn’t respond to his question, but merely kept her head down, as if in a trance.
“Turn around,” Ryan said. “Let me wash your back, honey.” She turned slowly away from him, allowing him to gently soap her back with the wash cloth. As he did so, he caressed her shoulders and softly massaged her neck, running his hand down the small of her back. Sarah trembled.
“I need you,” she said, almost in a whisper, continuing to look at the drain. “I can’t help it, Ryan…I want you.”
Sarah turned toward him and pressed her body against his, lifting her hand to pull his face down to hers. Standing under the warm shower, they passionately kissed while their tongues eagerly searched for the other, and for the first time since their separation, their intimacy was rekindled.
Ryan and Sarah left the shower and fell onto the closest double bed, still wet. Sarah forcibly pushed Ryan down on his back and straddled him…guiding herself down onto him. Her thrusts were at first hesitant but soon became more aggressive-it seemed as though she was desperate, overcome by physical need that had been building for an interminable time. She pinned his arms while continuing to thrust down upon him, deeper with each push, her eyes fixed upon him, lost in ecstasy. As in the past, when Sarah approached her climax, she would coax him softly, letting him know she was getting close and he no longer needed to control his release.
“Oh, Ryan…oh, my God…you feel sooo good. I’ve missed you so much,” she moaned, grinding her pelvis against his, as he began to match the rhythm of her thrusts. She kept her eyes upon him, tears beginning to well up, thankful that this wasn’t the same frustrating dream she’d had ever since their divorce. “I never stopped needing you, never stopped wanting you. Oh, my God…I’ve missed you, darling. Ohhhh!” And for the first time in what seemed like forever, they both climaxed together.
When the contractions completely subsided, she collapsed on top of him, relaxing the full weight of her body, breathing rapidly until at last she settled her face into the nook between his neck and shoulder. He held her tightly, continuing to stroke her back, squeezing her buttocks, kissing her lightly.
“I love you, Sarah,” he said after a moment, but he wasn’t sure if she heard him. Sarah’s breathing had changed perceptibly from rapid and shallow to long and deep. She had blissfully passed out from the passion she had needed to spill, her stress relieved. It was the most wonderful thing Ryan had experienced in a long, long time. He was reunited with his lover. His prayers had been answered. He closed his eyes and slipped away, grateful that he was together again with the love of his life.
A loud knocking on the door startled Ryan and he awoke with a start.
“Housekeeping,” was all he could discern, unsure what that meant or where he was. Then he realized he and Sarah were still in the hotel, lying naked on the bed, having both fallen into a deep sleep.
“Just a minute,” he shouted, hearing the maid tapping on the door. “We’ll be right out.”
Ryan and Sarah were jolted into action. Neither of them said a word. They had barely enough time to contemplate anything except to hurriedly dress, pack up, and leave the motel. Surprisingly, they both awoke refreshed and with a renewed sense of purpose. Not ten minutes after the maid had awakened them, they were back in Ryan’s SUV, heading again for an unknown destination.
“Oh, my gracious, Ryan…I’m so sorry,” Sarah said flustered, slamming her fist on the seat. “In the midst of everything I forgot to tell you Jarrod sent us a message. He says he’s been taken to a warehouse fifty-two minutes from his house. He must have timed the ride. He’s seen Jer…he’s okay.”
“Are you kidding me? That’s fantastic, honey,” Ryan said excitedly. “Jarrod’s flippin’ unbelievable! We may be able to pinpoint his location.”
“While you were sleeping, I found an industrial complex that looks to be about the distance Jarrod specified. I’ve got the address right here,” she said, reaching into her blouse pocket to retrieve a slip of scratch paper from the motel.
“I’ll be damned! Now that’s the Sarah Marshall I know,” Ryan said, pumping his closed fist. “Load the address in the GPS and let’s find where our guys are located. These bastards will wish they’d never messed with us.”
“How will we know the right location without alerting the kidnappers?” she asked.
“Short of staking out the entire complex and looking for a black van, the only way we’ll know for sure is if they can signal us from inside. Send Jarrod another message. Tell him we’ve discovered their location but need help identifying the exact place. Maybe if they can create a diversion, something that will be an unmistakable signal, we’ll be able to mount a rescue.”
“Ryan, he also said the machine works. They must have put something together in the warehouse. Could he use the machine to signal us?” she asked.
Ryan felt his stomach constrict. He looked across at Sarah with a mixture of envy and disappointment. The goal the two cousins had chased for the better part of their lives was finally realized. Jarrod had harnessed gravity. Ryan had long suspected that his dream of building a frictionless crane capable of circumventing gravity was only a pipe-dream. Jarrod’s theoretical research was the more practical path, but it still hit him hard that Jarrod was the victor in their life-long challenge. Yet that was all behind him now. He resolved to be the better man and congratulate Jarrod at the first opportunity. Man alive, what next? It’s amazing how my life’s changed so dramatically since Detective Westbrook showed up in Taos.
“Good idea. Ask Jarrod that question in your message.”
The vehicle’s GPS unit directed them onto the Bayshore Freeway, indicating a twenty-six mile journey to the address where Jeremiah was being held. Before entering the freeway, Ryan glanced at the fuel gauge on the Durango and decided to stop at the Chevron station near the freeway onramp.
As he fueled the vehicle, Sarah recognized that the Denny’s Restaurant next to the gas station prominently displayed a Wi-Fi connection. She decided to send her next message to Jarrod: JC: Heading your way. Can machine send signal to where you are? Sarah.
She sent the message with positive vibes that Jer would be safe and unharmed. But then she received Jarrod’s next message almost immediately in return: Entire troupe moving. Big plan for machine. Heard mention
‘South.’ Danger! Don’t get too close. Contact Morris, PAPD.
“Ryan,” Sarah shouted, hastily stepping out of the SUV to read Jarrod’s message aloud. “We’re too late!”
“Damnit,” he lamented, slumping his shoulders from the latest news. Jarrod’s message further provoked his frustration; he berated himself for tarrying much longer than was prudent. Had Sarah and he not fallen asleep earlier, they might have been able to catch up with Jeremiah before they departed. Now there was nothing but an obscure message as their latest lead.
