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Subject: {ASSM} Handicapped Man (tg) [2/2]
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's part 2

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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She set him in on his bed, by which time he had become petulantly 
silent.  "Now, you're going nowhere until you talk.  Your chair is in 
another room."  She quickly reached into his jacket, snatched his 
cell phone and tossed it into the other room onto the chair.  "Your 
cell phone is with it, and you can't get up without my help.  Now 
talk to me."

He remained silent until she said, "Fine.  You want to be petulant? 
I can wait here as long as you can.  Now why won't you let me be your 
friend?"

He said nothing for a few seconds before she said, "Well?"

He yelled out, "Because it's a fucking lie!  You'll be my friend only 
so long as my handicap doesn't interfere with your life, then you'll 
drop me like all the rest!"

Ilanna was stunned.  "You don't know me.  I won't drop you."

"You say that now, but what happens when you're forced to choose 
between me and that party you've been invited to?  That party in a 
building that isn't wheelchair accessible?"

"I could carry you into any building you wanted."

"First off, I don't like being carried anywhere.  I don't like being 
reminded of my problems.  At least not any more than I have to. 
Secondly, people don't invite me to parties.  In my chair I take up 
way too much space.  Third, there's no point to going to a party.  I 
don't drink, alcohol interferes with my medications.  And god forbid 
I express a romantic interest in a woman.  I can watch the interest 
in being anywhere near me drain from their face.  So, thanks, but no 
thanks."

She stood beside him for a few seconds before saying, "You push 
people away before they push you away."

"I find it saves time."

"Don't you have any one?"

"I used to think so.  I used to think I had a lot of friends.  And 
I'd do anything for them.  When I could drive, if they needed to go 
anywhere, I'd hop in the car and take them wherever they needed to 
go.  But after I couldn't drive any more, when I needed a ride they 
were always busy.  When I wanted to get together on a weekend, they'd 
always find something else to do."  Ilanna saw tears forming in 
Oscar's eyes.  "At a time when I needed someone to be there to say, 
'Hey, I haven't forgotten you're alive,' they wouldn't even return my 
phone calls."

She tried to say something, but the impact of what he was saying 
necessitated her sitting down beside him on the bed.  He looked 
quizzically to her face, but she was staring off into the distance. 
"I guess I did the same thing.  I wanted people to like me for who I 
was.  But people only got close to me because of what I was."  She 
didn't know it at the time, but Oscar assumed she was talking about 
her beauty causing others to treat her differently.  "People weren't 
staying near me because they wanted to know me.  They were staying 
near me because they just wanted to be near me.  I got tired of it 
and just pushed them away before they could betray me."

She shook off her reverie and looked to Oscar.  "Tell you what.  You 
be honest and be my friend, and I'll do the same for you.  If you 
need me for any reason, even if it's only for someone to talk to, 
ask, and I'll do the same."  She lifted her hand for him to shake.

Before he took it, he said, "You don't know what you're getting into. 
I've got a lot of problems you may not want to be a part of."

"I'll take my chances."

He just looked at her hand.  Finally he lifted his and took it. 
"Now," she said, "do you want me to carry you back to your chair?"

"I told you, I don't like being carried around.  Just get my chair 
and bring it in here."

She did as he asked and offered to help him.  He politely turned her 
down and wheeled out to the table.  She asked, "Want to do homework 
together?"

"Sure.  But don't pretend you don't know something when you do.  Be 
honest with me."

"Deal."

They sat together and did their homework.  Neither one needed to ask 
the other for help, and it was done in silence, but strangely, 
neither seemed to need it otherwise.

The next month was spent much the same way.  With them meeting in 
between classes and after school each day to work on class work, or 
sometimes just to talk.  Ilanna was beginning to see some of the 
Oscar that the anthropologist described beginning to peek through his 
shell, but he still hadn't really opened up.

But it was a week before Thanksgiving when she saw the first real 
cracks appear in his shell.  They were working on some math work in 
the cafeteria, when she made a mistake recalling one of the math 
rules she needed to memorize (even an energy based being made 
mistakes some times), and he called her on it.  She was a little 
indignant, he never seemed to make any mistakes at math, and quipped, 
"Well, all of us can't be human calculators."

He seemed a little put off, but then he smiled and asked, "Can you go 
get me a doughnut while I get us some sodas from the vending machine?"

She gave him a suspicious look as he pushed away from the table and 
went to the vending machines, but got up and got the doughnuts he 
asked for.  He was already back at the table when she got there and 
set the doughnut in front of him.  She took the can of soda, opened 
it, and was rewarded with a spray of soda in the face.  Oscar said, 
"Sorry, but back when I was a kid, people always used to tease me 
about my math skills.  You just brought back a lot of old memories."

As she wiped her face, Ilanna said, "I suppose there are worse things 
you could've done," and thought, "like close me out again."  She then 
said, "But you could've just said something.  I didn't mean anything 
by it.  One other thing."

"What?" he said as he lifted the jelly doughnut to take a bite out of it.

She reached out and smooshed the doughnut into his face.  "You deserved that."

He grinned.  "I suppose I did."

She took some napkins and started wiping off his face.  "Let me."  He 
graciously allowed her to, saying nothing.  After she finished, their 
eyes caught each other, and Ilanna felt the strangest sensations. 
The nipples on her mammaries seemed to tighten and shrink, and she 
had a sudden uncomfortable feeling of dampness in her crotch.

Later that day, she discussed it with the anthropologist.  "Sounds 
like female sexual arousal.  Not having ever animated a female body, 
I can only rely on second hand accounts."

"But why haven't I felt it before?  If the body is responding to a 
stimulus, shouldn't it have responded before?"

"You were sublimating the physical response.  An advantage we energy 
beings have is that we can control involuntary responses of these 
bodies far easier than the humans can.  It's not as hard as they make 
it out to be, but it's still easier for us."

"But why is it happening now?"

"I think 'Why are you not sublimating your desires anymore?' is a 
better question."  And that she had to think about.

It was two weeks later when she finally figured it out.  She was in a 
meditative state in her apartment when the phone rang.  She answered 
it and heard Oscar say, "Ilanna, can you come over here right now?"

"It's midnight, Oscar.  Is something wrong?"

"It's just...  I need some help."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."  She ran out and jumped in the car, 
driving as fast as she could to Oscar's.  She knocked on the door and 
opened it, asking, "Oscar?"

"In here."

She walked in and saw Oscar laying on the floor.  She asked, "What 
happened?" as she rushed to his side.

"I was on the toilet.  I stood up and pulled my pants up, but then my 
legs suddenly gave out.  I had to crawl out and use my cell phone to 
call you."

She lifted him in her arms.  "Has this ever happened before?"

"Yes.  Usually I call the non-emergency number for the police, but 
this time, I just felt the need to call you."

She walked him into the bathroom and set him in his chair.  "I'm glad 
you did."  She pushed him into the bedroom and helped him to sit on 
the edge of the bed.  "Do you need me for something more?"

"Sit beside me for a minute."

She sat beside him.  She was surprised when he leaned against her and 
started sobbing.  Then it happened.  She actually felt him.  As the 
emotion drained from him, she actually felt the negativity dissipate 
from his mind and soul.  Her Empathy had blossomed!

She held him until he pulled himself together and apologized for his 
emotional display.  "Nonsense.  Actually it tells me you trust me 
enough for me to tell you something."

"What's that?"

She kissed him on the lips.  "I love you, Oscar."

"Don't play with me."

"I'm not."

Oscar was stunned.  "Girls aren't interested in guys in wheelchairs."

"I admit, if someone had asked me four months ago to list what I 
wanted in a spouse, it wouldn't have been on the list, but you are 
everything I want.  And if that means being with a man in a 
wheelchair, so be it."  She leaned over and kissed him again.  She 
got those strange feelings again and asked, "Would you like to try 
sex?"

"I wish I could, but my body still hasn't recovered from that fall. 
But... if you want to sleep with me tonight, we can try in the 
morning."

She helped him undress, then got into bed beside him.  She got in 
close and held him.  At that point, she began to understand the 
human's fixation on sex.  This was definitely one of the most 
pleasurable sensations ever.

She awoke the next day to see Oscar's smiling face.  "Don't you ever 
sleep the entire night?"

"Nope.  It's an unfortunate side effect of my MS.  I can't get into a 
deep sleep.  But I was beginning to think last night was just a 
dream."

"It was a dream for me.  A beautiful dream."

"You're getting mushy."

"I'm a woman.  It's my prerogative."  She leaned in and kissed him.

He held her to him.  She felt his need, both physical and emotional 
for her and once more rejoiced at her new found Empathic talents. 
She held him, saying, "Relax, I'm not going anywhere."  They kissed 
again, and she asked, "Are you up to having sex this morning?"

"Yes, but I don't have any condoms."

"There's nothing to worry about there."  She could have any diseases 
cured and, except in special circumstances, constructed bodies were 
always built sterile so as to prevent any risk of pregnancy.

"Are you sure?"

She kissed him and pressed him onto his back.  "I'm sure."

She took his genitals in hand and slowly stroked him to an erection. 
She knew from her cultural studies that the "standard" position was 
male on top, but she also knew that Oscar would never be able to 
manage that.  She straddled his hips, took his penis in hand and 
slowly lowered herself on to him.  He reached up and took her 
mammaries in hand and gently stroked them, eliciting a favorable 
feeling in her body.  They moved together until she felt a pulsing 
that originated in her genitals and soon had her entire body shaking 
in her first orgasm within a biological construct.

She collapsed on top of him.  She said, "That was incredible."

She heard, but not with her ears, "You're incredible."

She looked up at him.  "Did you say something?"

"I was about to say you were just as incredible."

"Do you mean it?"

She heard in her mind, "With all my heart," just before Oscar echoed 
the words with his voice.

She planted her lips on his.  "What was that for?" he asked.

She couldn't tell him the full truth, that his willingness to love 
and be loved had awakened both her Empathic and Telepathic talents, 
so instead she just said, "Because I'm so glad to be with you," which 
was part of the truth.

Over the next month the two became inseparable.  Ilanna got to the 
point where she was spending four out of every five days with Oscar. 
She found that light that the anthropologist had described before. 
Oscar became a true joy to be with.

During that same time her psychic abilities blossomed in full.  All 
those abilities which her teachers had tried so hard to explain to 
her before, but that she couldn't understand were now so simple to 
her.

But her days of joy came to an end shortly after what the humans 
referred to as the "New Year".  She was checking in with the local 
base when she received a call from her father.  He had gotten all her 
reports, and was glad to hear of her new found abilities. 
Unfortunately he was also ordering her back so she could resume her 
proper studies.  After she signed off, she almost broke down in tears.

The anthropologist asked her what was wrong.  "I have to leave him," she said.

"Certainly you realized that was an inevitability.  For you, that 
body is a tool.  Something that you'll discard when you're finished 
with it.  For him, that body is a necessity.  You're immortal and you 
know it.  He's... mortal, limited."

"What happens to them after they die?  The being inside?"

"They re-incarnate.  Like us they purge the old identity and take a 
new one.  Just for them it happens in around 70 to 80 of their years 
where we last for three thousand."

"So I lose him in what, another 50 Earth years?  Even if I can talk 
my father into letting me come back?"

"Maybe sooner.  MS ridden bodies fall apart 10 to 15 years earlier 
than others."

"You're not helping."

"Sorry.  Look.  Worse comes to worst, you can come back as soon as 
you finish your studies in... how long?"

"I'm expected to finish in two Earth years."

"He's young yet.  Even with his more limited time you should expect 
to spend another half-century together."

"I suppose I have no choice."

When she walked into Oscar's apartment that evening she told him, 
even before removing her coat, "Oscar, my father has called for me to 
come work in the family business.  I've... got to leave the country."

She could feel him grow desperate.  "But... you said you'd be there 
for me as long as I need you.  I still need you, Ilanna."  And worse 
yet, her telepathy was hearing his unvoiced pleading for her to not 
leave him.

"I'm sorry, Oscar.  I can't say no to my father."

"Please, Ilanna."

Tears flooded to her eyes.  She said, "I'm sorry," and turned and ran 
from his apartment before another word was said.

She got to the street, not directly visible from inside and wondered 
if she should take one last look inside.  Perhaps it would've been 
easier if she just made a clean break, but she had to see him one 
last time.

She used her clairvoyance to look right into his house.  He was still 
sitting right where she left him, tears dripping from his cheeks. 
She tried to read what he was thinking, but he had withdrawn so much 
that she could only feel his depression.  She watched as he rolled 
out to the kitchen, reached into the silverware drawer and got a 
serrated steak knife.  She wondered what he was planning as he rolled 
into the bathroom.  He rolled over to the tub, leaned over and 
pressed the blade to his wrist.

She finally understood what he was planning.  She had heard stories, 
but she never figured to see it in action.  She never actually 
figured on seeing someone trying to end their own life.

She exploded into action, and ran back into his place, and was by his 
side before he could even make the slightest cut.  She grabbed his 
wrists and shook his hands.  "Put it down!" she yelled, eventually 
shaking the blade from his grasp.  After he dropped the knife, he 
didn't even bother to sit up.  "What are you doing?  I'll be back. 
It'll only be a couple of years, but I'll be back."

"I can't do it.  I can't go back to the life I had before you.  I'm 
sorry for being so selfish, but I can't do it."

She wanted to say something to get him back to his previous light, 
but instead she only felt herself withdrawing.  The only thing that 
had allowed her to face leaving was the fact that she would soon be 
back with him.  But now she was facing the fact that if she left, she 
would never be with him again.  Her father would never allow her to 
stay.  Oscar just wasn't important enough.  She despaired of ever 
knowing his light again.

Then a thought came to her.  It would stress her new telepathic 
abilities to the limits, but she had to try.  And it had to work.  It 
just had to.

She unbuckled his seat belt and lifted him out of his chair.  He said 
nothing as she carried him into the bedroom and set him on his bed. 
She held him, saying, "Oscar?  There's one way I can think of to 
guarantee we'll be together."

She felt a flicker of light in his despair.  "There is?"

"Yes.  But you must trust me implicitly.  Can you do that?"  She felt 
his despair dissolve as he nodded.  "Good."  She kissed his forehead 
and gently touched the points in his head that would make him sleep. 
This would be much easier if he wasn't consciously aware of what she 
was doing.

************

Oscar felt someone shaking him awake.  He was holding someone in his 
arms, and there was some stranger saying, "Princess, it is time to 
leave.  Our hyper-spatial window only remains open for another hour."

He looked over and saw a strange glowing ball of energy floating 
there.  "What?  What are you-"  He looked at the person in his arms 
and was shocked to see it was... HIM!  He lurched backwards off the 
bed and away from the glowing light.  "What the hell's going on here?"

Surprisingly, he didn't fall on his ass.  His legs worked perfectly. 
He looked down and saw a curvy form, and blonde hair fell in front of 
his face.  The Oscar he had been holding fell on his face on the bed, 
waking up.  "Damn," the other Oscar said.  "I wanted to be awake to 
discuss this with you earlier, but I was just too tired."

Oscar looked around and into a mirror and saw the reflection of 
Ilanna looking back at him.  "What happened to me?"

Reassuringly, the Oscar body said, "Nothing.  You're just in my body. 
And I'm taking care of yours."

He stared at his old body.  "Ilanna?"

"She" nodded.

"But how?  Why?"

The glowing light said, "Something I'd like answered as well."

"Oscar,  I'm not from your planet.  I have powerful psychic 
abilities.  You needed a boost.  I figured I'd slip you onto the ship 
in my body, and you could see the sights of the universe and get a 
new lease on life.  It'd be too late to turn back once they were 
through the space gate, and it'd be two months before they'd get you 
back.  Then maybe you could wait for me to come back."

Oscar shook his head.  "You don't get it, hun.  It's not new sights I 
need.  Before you came into my life, I was in a dark pit of 
loneliness.  You brought light into my life.  If I was out there and 
you were here, I'd still be alone.  It was that loneliness I couldn't 
return to.  I need you."

The light said, "You heard him.  Now switch back and let's go."

Ilanna said, "No."

"But-"

"I will not leave him, and you can't make me."

"But what of your father?"

"If my father objects, he can come talk in person."

The glow seemed upset, but faded from view.  After he (she? it?) was 
gone, Ilanna said, "I didn't realize your body would be so stiff."

Oscar looked at the clock.  "You slept through the last dose of 
medication."  Oscar got the bottle and gave it to her (him?).  Ilanna 
fished out a couple of pills and took them with some water Oscar kept 
by his bed.  "It'll take about an hour to kick in.  Do you want to 
switch back now or wait?"

"Love, we can't switch back."

"Why not?"

"In my normal state, I'm an energy being.  I don't need a body.  If I 
switch us back, all they need to do is destroy that body and then 
they can force me to leave.  They can't destroy this body because 
it's not mine.  They can't destroy that body because you still need 
it.  If you want to stay together, it has to be like this.  With us 
in each other's bodies."

She thought he'd be upset but he just said, "As long as I'm with 
you."  He sat beside her and kissed her.  "But you may learn to hate 
that body after a very short while."

It was two months later when both were awaken in their sleep by a 
blinding light.  "ILANNA!"

Ilanna, still in Oscar's body, brought her hand to her eyes and said, 
"Papa, turn it down."

The light dropped a bit and the King said, "Ilanna, why did you not 
return when I ordered it?"

Ilanna kissed Oscar and said, "Leave me with my father for a bit?"

He replied, "Okay," and left the bedroom.

"Now what's going on?" her father asked.

"I love him, papa.  And if I leave him, I will lose him.  It's no 
more complicated than that."

"You love him?  A biologic?"

"No, papa, I love a soul who thinks he's a biologic.  I will not risk 
losing him."

"But what about in 40 or 50 years when this body you're in gives out?"

"By that time I will have instructed him in his true potentials and 
he will be able to exist without a body and he can join me on the 
Homeworld."

"As your mate?  Do you expect the populace to accept him as prince or king?"

"Irrelevant.  If they won't accept him, then I will renounce my crown."

"And what if you fail?  What if he re-incarnates anyways when that 
body breaks down?  And even that body will break down."

"Then I will know I did my best.  But I can't just abandon him."

"And how does he feel?"

"He's told me that if I ever want that body back, it's mine."  She 
peeked out to see if Oscar could hear her.  "But I think he likes it 
more than he let's on."

"You're determined to do this?"

"Yes."

Ilanna felt a wave of well wishes.  "Then be happy."  He then faded from view.

************

Ilanna then said to the doctor, "So what do you think?"

"You expect me to buy that?"

"I assure you, it's all true."

"If you're really Oscar Jackson, why was the story all about Ilanna?"

"Because from my point of view, it's the story of a depressed, morose 
individual.  It's rather bleak really."

"And why tell it from the third person?"

"Because Ilanna used her telepathy to impress the story from her 
perspective.  As a result, if I use the word 'I', I could be 
referring to either Oscar or Ilanna."

"Why tell me this at all?"

"Because I made the mistake of saying 'she' in describing Ilanna in 
my body.  And although I could blot out the memory of having said it, 
I can't blot out the curiosity you felt."

"I thought Ilanna was the telepath."

"It's part of what she's been teaching me."

"Right.  Now how 'bout some proof?"

"Ironic that the very act of blotting out your memory will give your 
subconscious the proof you need."

The doctor stared at the woman, disbelieving.  But then he 
experienced a sudden wave of disorientation.  He was shaken by the 
woman.  "Doctor, is my husband alright?"

"Oh, yes, just blood loss.  He's still sedated, but you can go in and 
see him any time."

"Thank you."

As the doctor left, he wondered why he had felt the need to take Mrs. 
Jackson aside, just to tell her her husband was okay.  Oh, well, a 
ten hour work shift could make anyone loopy.

Oscar walked into the room where Ilanna and his body were in 
recovery.  He heard Ilanna mentally say, "Hello, love."

"Don't 'hello, love' me," he thought back.  "Why didn't you protect 
yourself telekinetically?"

"I did.  I just forgot to protect myself all around and got caught by 
a ricochet."

"Next time do better.  I'm not ready to lose you yet."

As 'she' leaned over and kissed her husband, a nurse couldn't help 
but wonder how an average looking cripple scored a babe like that.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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