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A Golfer's Dream                       Written by TheCaddy

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Chapter Twenty Three - The Recovery

Dave's mind sluggishly processed his mother's words as he tried
to remember what happened.  He could remember golfing in
Vancouver but he was struggling with details.  His whole body
felt strange and his head and mind felt foggy.  He slowly tried
to open his eyes but stopped as painfully bright light again
flooded through the small slits.  He kept his eyes open just a
bit and his mother's face came into focus as his eyes slowly
adjusted to the light.  Her beautiful face was full of concern as
she stood beside him staring into his eyes.  Dave sensed someone
holding his left hand.  When he tried to move his head to see who
it was he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his right shoulder.

The pain actually seemed to let him see around more clearly. 
Everything was white or light blue; he was in a narrow bed.  He
could see his mother's hand tightly clasped to his; a tube was
attached to his left arm.  As if in a dream, he tried to speak
but his mouth was incredibly dry.  Slowly, he moved his tongue
around and swallowed to get his speech working.  He looked back
into her eyes and asked, in almost a gasp, "What happened?  Where
am I?"

She seemed surprised by his question and, in a panicked state,
looked sideways towards the foot of the bed.  Dave's eyes had
finally adjusted to the light and he followed his mother's gaze
to a man standing in a long white coat.  He heard the man say,
"It's okay, Mrs. MacDonald.  Dave is probably just a bit confused
because of the shock and the pain killers in his system.  He
should slowly regain his memory."

Dave's mind was finally piecing the information together.  He was
in Vancouver at the Nationals.  He had gone to Tim Horton's to
get a hot chocolate and prepare for his final round.  He spoke to
the pretty British girl on the way back to the motel.  What was
her name?  Sandra? Susan? Sarah?  Yes, Sarah was her name.

The memories were slowly getting clearer.  He was remembering
running down a narrow alley when a voice called him back to the
present, "Dave, I am Dr. Clarke.  Can you tell me if you feel any
pain, and where?"

Dave looked at the man in the white coat who was now standing on
Dave's right side marking on a clip board.  Dave replied
groggily, "If I move my upper body, I feel pain in my shoulder."
Dave tried to move his legs but again felt pain.  He added, "It
hurts when I try to move my legs, too.   And there's something
holding down my left arm."

The doctor wrote something on the clipboard as he replied, "Don't
try to move anything.  Just relax.  You've been shot twice and
needed surgery.  You lost a lot of blood and you were unconscious
for two days."  The doctor paused to let the information sink in.
 "We were initially concerned about the amount of blood you had
lost before you arrived at the hospital; you've had two blood
transfusions and a steady intravenous drip.  The wounds needed
repair and you will need time to recover."

The doctor watched Dave's face and he could see Dave was trying
to formulate more questions.  He slowly continued, "Dave, you
will be all right.  Don't try to talk all at once; let your mind
finish waking up."  Dave let his tensed-up body relax and he
could clearly hear the doctor talk, "Your steady progress over
the last forty-eight hours has been very positive.  We have been
limiting you to one family visitor at a time but there are four
more very anxious people outside.  Do you feel like a few extra
visitors for a few minutes?  I'll let two more in at a time, if
you are up to it."

Dave nodded yes groggily.  The doctor walked out of the room. 
The door wasn't closed for five seconds before Roger and Julie
rushed into the room.  Carol stood back to give Julie room as she
rushed to his side and peered at him tentatively.  Roger was
right beside Julie and also staring into Dave's still slightly
hazy eyes.  Dave smiled at his father and slowly spoke a full
sentence, "I guess I won't be National Champion."

Roger just nodded, "Right now I could care less about any golf
title.  I'm just relieved you are going to be okay."  Dave could
see tears running down his father's face and soon Julie and Carol
were crying as well.

Dave obviously didn't have a clue what they had been through the
last few days so he just closed his eyes and said, "I'm okay. 
I'm sorry I worried you but I'm okay now."

Roger held Dave's hand as Julie slowly moved back to allow her
father to get closer.  Roger spoke softly, "Dave, you never stop
surprising me.  I am so proud of you and I am so relieved you are
okay.  When we got a frantic phone call and were told you were
shot, we all assumed the worst.  You were in surgery most of
Saturday and, when we arrived that night, you were in recovery
but unconscious.  We have been taking turns sitting with you for
the last two days and waiting for you to come back to us.  I am
so glad you are okay."

Dave's father hugged him very lightly and tenderly.  Dave
whispered in his father's ear, "I love you, Dad.  I'm really
sorry I worried you.  Has it really been two days?"

Roger pulled back and again Dave saw tears running down his
cheeks, "I love you, too, son.  Yes, a very long two days."

Roger stood back and then motioned towards the door "There are
still two very anxious people outside so we better let them in."

Julie and Roger waved to Dave as they walked outside.

Dave felt very tired so he closed his eyes to get a few seconds
of rest.  He heard the door open and the shuffle of feet across
the floor.  He was about to open his eyes when he felt a body
bump into him and the pain in his shoulder got suddenly much
worse.  Dave sucked in his breath to fight the pain as he heard
his mother scold, "Be careful, Beth; he is still very sore."

As the pain faded, Dave could feel lips on his cheek and he heard
Beth crying in his ear.  As he opened his eyes, everything seemed
black but he realized it was only Beth's hair covering his face.
He wanted to move his left hand to pat her on the back, but the
tubing and some kind of splint limited him to just a touch of his
arm.  "It's okay Beth; I'm fine - very sore, but fine.  I love
you, too."

Beth's sobbing seemed to ease as she heard these words.  She
looked in Dave's eyes, and spoke in mock sternness, "You scared
the hell out of me, big brother.  You have to stop all this macho
bullshit before you get killed."

Dave started to laugh but that jolted his shoulder and legs, so
he just teased, "Yes, Beth dear.  I promise I will only save you
from now on, okay?"

Not thinking clearly, Beth automatically tapped Dave on the chest
as she responded, "Stop teasing me."

But, when her hand hit his chest harder then she intended, Dave
let out a shriek of pain and Carol quickly jumped in again,
"Jesus, Beth, be careful."

There were tears in Dave's eyes from the pain.  After Dave caught
his breath, he looked at Beth, "Okay, okay you win.  No more
saving any damsels in distress, even you."

During this whole exchange with Beth, Dave had forgotten about
his other visitor who was hidden behind his mother.  Dave had
half-expected John to walk into view but was pleased and
surprised - mostly very pleased - when he saw it was Jennifer. 
She was standing just inside the door with tears running down her
face.  She looked frightened and unsure.  At first Dave was
curious why she didn't rush right to him as Beth had done; but
then he realized she might be uncertain if he wanted to see her
or not.

As Beth moved back, Dave looked Jennifer in the eyes and moved
his one good arm up as if to invite her into his arms.  He didn't
have to ask twice -- Jennifer flew across the room to his side
and she sobbed, "Dave, I'm so sorry; I love you and can't live
without you.  I'm so sorry.  I was such a bitch.  Please forgive
me.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."

His shoulder again felt the pain with the sudden contact but he
was so happy to finally have Jennifer back in his arms that his
shoulder was the farthest thing from his mind.  He savored her
closeness as he smelled her beautiful blonde hair.  Her skin was
so soft.  Dave had felt unsettled and frightened since he woke
up; he had been trying to seem brave for his family but with
Jennifer back in his arms he now knew everything was going to be
truly okay.  He whispered, "I am so glad to have you in my arms
again.  I love you and have missed you so much."  The two best
friends and re-united lovers breathed in each other tenderly as
both cried into each other's shoulders.

Dave heard the door open again and he soon saw the doctor walk
into view.  Dr. Clarke said, "I think you better get some rest
now, Dave.  Please give Dave and me a few minutes privacy then
Dave needs to rest for a while."  For the first time Dave noticed
that Dr. Clarke had a strong British accent like Sarah's; he said
priv-e-cy, not prive-a-cy.

Beth nodded understandingly and said, "I'll see you soon, Dave"
as she walked out the door.

Carol put her hands on Jennifer's shoulders to help move Jennifer
off Dave.  Dave didn't want her to leave; but regretfully let her
go as Carol coaxed her towards the door.  Jennifer was still
crying as she said, "I'll see you again as soon as I can."  Dave
nodded as she and his mother went out the door with Beth in tow.

The doctor looked at Dave, "You have a quite loving and
supportive family."  He then inclined his head toward a beautiful
young nurse.  "This is Samantha Thomas, she has been your nurse
since you left the recovery room.  Just now, Nurse Thomas will be
helping me give you a bit of a checkup."  The nurse began
performing a series of mobility and response tests on Dave.  She
also checked his vital signs and his temperature.  Dr. Clarke
asked questions as she worked on Dave.

After what seemed like an hour, but was actually only fifteen
minutes, had passed, Dr. Clarke explained, "Dave, you are
evidently recovering nicely.  Your excellent physical condition
and strong young body are fighting the infection caused by the
bullets.  You had good fortune, neither bullet hit any vital
organs although the muscle and tissue damage was significant. 
You will feel some degree of pain for at least a month.  If your
wounds heal at a normal pace I would expect you to be able to
leave the hospital under supervised care in about a matter of
weeks.  Because your mother is herself a nurse, that may be a
little sooner -- but assume at least a fortnight."

Dave was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed and very tired so
he just nodded as if he had understood everything.  As the doctor
and nurse left the room, Dave closed his eyes and relaxed.

Dave again began to play the whole incident back in his head.  He
now remembered talking to Sarah when he encountered her as she
went to Tim Horton's to get her mother a coffee.  Dave remembered
she was dragged into the alley and he ran to help her.  He could
see her lying on the pavement partially naked with tears running
down her cheeks.  Dave could hear the crack of the tall thug's
jaw break, then the smack of his foot hitting the asshole on top
of Sarah in the face.  He remembered punching the fat guy in the
face before he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder.  He was dozing
off as he pictured the asshole with the gun standing over him and
saying he was going to shot his cock off.

Startled at the image, Dave eyes shot open as a sudden panic
raced through his mind.  I feel pain in my legs because he shot
my cock off.  Dave started to call out, "Help. I need help." 
When no one came into the room, he looked around in a panic for a
nurse's call button.  He found it and began pressing it.

Within a few seconds, Nurse Thomas came running into the room
with an alarmed look on her face.  Dave was frantic and she
immediately ran to him to calm him down, "It's all right Dave,
you're okay.  Just relax and tell me what's wrong."

Dave looked into her eyes, in total panic he just blurted out,
"Is it gone?  Did he shoot it off?  Please, for God's sake, tell
me it's not gone."

Nurse Thomas looked confused and asked, "What Dave?  What are you
talking about?  Did he shoot what off?"

Frustrated with her seemingly stupid questions, Dave half yelled,
"My cock.  Did he shoot my cock off?  He said he was going to
shoot it off."

Nurse Thomas finally understood, "No, Dave he didn't shoot
anything off.  Your penis is fine and untouched.  He must have
aimed at it and missed because he shot you on the inside of your
thigh near your groin.  That is why it hurts if you move either
leg.  We couldn't understand why you were shot in such a strange
place; but now we know."

Dave felt a little better but he had to see his dick to make
sure.  He pushed at the sheet covering himself and started trying
to pull his flimsy little gown up so he could see it.  The only
problem was he was lying flat on his back, his arm movements were
restricted, and every time he lifted his head up to look down
there he got a shooting pain in his shoulder.  Nurse Thomas could
see the panicked look still on his face and finally asked, "What
are you doing?"

Dave gasped -- all this effort was quickly tiring him out, "I
have to see it.  I believe you; but I have to see it for myself!"

Nurse Thomas lifted his gown and exposed his large soft penis to
her view; it dwarfed the thin catheter tube that ran out the end.
 She had seen hundreds of men in just her first years as a nurse
but this young hunk of man meat looked unblemished and especially
appealing.  She quickly refocused back to the task at hand and
asked, "Can you see it?"

Dave was squinting in pain as he tried to peer over his gown but
he couldn't see anything.  Finally Nurse Thomas took the head of
his flaccid dick in her fingers and held it up so Dave could see
it clearly.  He looked at his most prized body part and exhaled
in relief as all was seen to be normal, except for the tube.  He
looked up at the nurse and asked, "What's that tube?"  The nurse
explained that, since he could not get out of bed, had an iv line
running, and was not conscious, they had put in a catheter to
deal with the fluid.  Dave muttered, "Thank you.  And thank God
that asshole had rotten aim."

The nurse smiled at Dave as she thought, 'I am definitely going
to enjoy this special duty.  He is a very handsome young man and
very well equipped.  He also has a beautiful girlfriend and
family.  I can't believe I'm going to get double pay just to take
special care of him."  She pulled his gown back down and placed
the sheet over him, then she told him to get some rest as she
walked out of the room with a slightly unprofessional but nice
tingling feeling between her legs.

As she walked out of the room she saw Carol walking quickly down
the hall towards Dave's room.  Carol had a panicked look on her
face, "Is he okay?  The head nurse said he pushed the alarm."

Nurse Thomas put her hands on Carol's shoulders and looked
directly in her eyes, "He's fine.  He panicked because he thought
the rapist had shot his penis off."

Carol looked at her in horror.  Nurse Thomas nodded
understandingly, "Yes, that is why he was shot in such a strange
place.  The rapist must have tried to shoot his penis off as
revenge for stopping their assault.  As Dave said himself, "Thank
God he had a rotten aim."

Carol was so emotionally drained that she impulsively hugged the
tall red headed special duty nurse tightly in her arms.  Nurse
Thomas could feel the much shorter woman's large breasts push
into her upper stomach.  She hugged Carol tenderly and enjoyed
the feel of her full body as she patted Carol lightly on the back
to sooth her.  Carol whispered, "Thank you, Nurse Thomas, for all
your help.  Dave is so lucky to have someone as caring as you
looking after him."

She replied, "Please call me Sam."  Carol nodded as the two women
parted.  Carol continued down the hall to Dave's room.  She
peeked into the room and saw Dave resting comfortably, then she
left to get some rest of her own, knowing he was in good hands.

Dave slept soundly for six hours; when he awoke it was still
daytime.  He looked over at his smiling mother.  She was staring
back at him intently and asked, "Feeling better?"

Dave smiled back and replied, "A little but I can't seem to shake
the foggy feeling in my head."

His mother explained, "That's the pain killers.  The doctor has
prescribed you some strong stuff because of the multiple wounds.
Sam told me you had a little scare this afternoon.  Do you feel
up to telling me every thing that happened on Saturday?"

Dave looked at her questioningly, "Who's Sam?"

"Oh, your nurse.  Nurse Thomas -- Samantha Thomas."

Dave now understood and started spilling his long story about the
events of Saturday morning.  When he was finished, he had a
sudden question, looked at his mother, and asked, "How is that
girl Sarah doing?  Was she badly hurt?  Is she okay?"

Carol replied, "Yes, she is doing remarkably well -- thanks to
you.  She has been here to see you every day.  She wanted to come
up and visit this afternoon but you were sleeping.  There were
also three, dressed-alike Asian girls here to see you yesterday
but when they were introduced to Jennifer they gave her a polite
smile and haven't returned since.  They have Jennifer very
curious; but, after everything that happened with Cindy and Ann,
she is patiently waiting for you to tell her about them."

Dave chuckled about the reference to Lynn, Tina, and Kim trio; he
could see how they would trigger questions.  He then told his
mother most of the story about them, only leaving out the graphic
teasing, and explaining that he didn't and couldn't sleep with
them because of his feelings for Jennifer.  He also explained
that they had become very good friends and, if they returned he
would very much like to see them, but not before he had a chance
to explain everything to Jennifer.  Dave started to ask more
questions as they occurred to him, "Do you know how I got to the
hospital."

Carol sat and replied, "Sorry, dear; I keep forgetting that you
don't know what happened the last two days.  I'll tell you
everything I know.  After you freed Sarah, she ran back to the
hotel.  Her dress was badly torn and she was very upset but she
was even more frightened for you.  She didn't think you knew they
had a gun.  They had waved it in her face and threatened to kill
her in order to force her to go with them.  Sarah, her mother,
and some hotel security rushed back to help you after they called
the police.  By the time they got to you, the three thugs had
been chased off by shouting neighbours who had heard the gunfire.
 Sarah's mother tried to hold Sarah back but she rushed to help
you and is partly responsible for you surviving the gunshots. 
She pressed her hands to both of your wounds and slowed the
bleeding until the ambulance arrived.

"You were rushed to this hospital where two surgeons had already
been called and told to be waiting for your arrival.  It seems
that Sarah's father, Lord Thurlow, is a very influential man and
he had arranged for the best surgeons available to be waiting. 
He has also arranged for twenty-four hour special duty nursing
care and he has visited everyday hoping to find you awake so he
could thank you for saving his daughter.

"We got a call from your very upset coach and flew out on the
first flight available.  Jennifer begged her parents to let her
come and, after we assured them she would not be in our way, they
finally said yes.  She had been getting more thoughtful and
rational all last week and, when she saw you say hello to her on
TSN, she finally put all the pieces together and realized that
Ann had been manipulating her.  When she woke Saturday morning
she was at our trailer first thing, apologizing to us for acting
as she had and asking when your flight was returning.  She was as
devastated as the rest of us were when she found out you had been
shot but she was also frightened you couldn't forgive her.

"We all arrived late Saturday night to find you had done well in
surgery but that you had not yet regained consciousness.  The
doctors assured us that everything went well but we were all very
worried.  On Sunday your vital signs improved significantly and
the doctors were confident there was strong brain activity but it
was incredibly unsettling when you wouldn't wakeup.  The doctors
continued to tell us to be patient but, until you opened your
eyes today, I thought there was a chance I was going to lose
you."  Carol was now in tears as she held Dave's hand and kissed
his cheek, "I love you so much.  I couldn't imagine what I would
have done if something had happened to you."

Dave kissed his mother, "Mom, I'm okay now.  Sore but okay.  I
love you, too."  Then Dave thought about the three thugs and
asked, "Did they catch the three assholes?"

His mother replied, "Yes, they are already in custody.  Sarah's
father said they confessed to the whole thing.  He also said he
went to the police station to see the perpetrators himself and
was shocked to see how beaten up they were.  One has a broken
jaw, one has a broken nose with both eyes swollen shut, and the
third - the one that shot you - has a badly bruised cheekbone. 
Lord Thurlow said they looked as if they had been in a gang
fight.  He also said if he ever needs some security, he'll call
you."

Dave interjected, "Sarah's father is a Lord?"

His mom answered, "Yes, he is Lord Andrew Thurlow, a very
prominent British diplomat.  His prominence is the other reason
there are so many camera crews outside the hospital."

Dave looked surprised, "Camera crews?  What camera crews?"

His mom suddenly looked as if she had let the cat out of the bag,
"Well, we were trying to keep it from you so you wouldn't get
worried; but there has been a media circus here ever since you
were shot.  It seems the whole western world wants to know
everything about the young golf star who risked his life to save
a British princess.  We have been accosted by reporters since we
arrived here Saturday and Lord Thurlow even had to appoint
special security at out hotel so we could get a little peace and
quiet when we weren't here with you."

Dave questioned, "What's this talk about a princess?"

Carol continued, "Dave, you know how the media are; they blow
everything way out of proportion and have labeled Sarah as a
princess and you as her brave knight."

Dave just shook his head as he digested all the new information.
Carol finished with, "There is one reporter who was very polite
and asked to have an interview with you before you went home.  It
was the same TSN reporter from the golf course.  He seemed really
nice and hasn't pressured us at all after he asked the first
time."

The hospital room door suddenly opened and Dave's father walked
in.  He pulled a chair up beside his wife before he spoke, "The
doctor has increased the number of visitors allowed in the room
to two.  He also said that tomorrow they plan on moving Dave out
of this critical care unit to a larger post-operation unit where
the number of visitors doesn't have to be limited.  Lord Thurlow
has already arranged for a private room."

Dave had always thought his father was an excellent judge of a
person's character so he asked, "Have you met Sarah's father? 
What is he like?"

Roger smiled, "Yes I have had a couple of conversations with him.
 He is very formal, especially when he is public.  I wouldn't say
he is a snob or anything; but he carries himself as if he is a
man of title, as he obviously is.  But, when we spoke privately
away from any onlookers, he was basically a very sincere and
extremely thankful father.  He is relieved and grateful that you
saved his daughter.  I couldn't imagine having to live a life
where you have to be a different man in public.  Dave, I guess we
are spoiled because we act the way we are and don't have to worry
about constantly being under a microscope.  I would say overall,
Lord Thurlow is a good man."

Carol looked at Roger, "Did Jennifer and the girls come back from
the hotel with you?"  Roger nodded in reply.  Carol continued,
"Let's let them come in and visit for a while."  Roger again
nodded agreement as he and his wife stood and walked out of the
room to make room for them.

They were only out the door for several seconds when the door
flew open and a blonde blur again landed on Dave's chest, this
time a little more gently.  Dave felt Jennifer's lips lock onto
his as her hands rubbed the side of his head.  The sensual kiss
lasted for several minutes before Jennifer pulled her face away.
She smiled happily at her boyfriend, "I missed kissing you so
much.  I know I already apologized but I'm sorry I didn't let you
explain what happened.  I promise I will always let you explain
and listen your side of the story before I ever jump to
conclusions."

Dave was rubbing the side of Jennifer's face with his free hand,
"It is so nice to finally touch and feel you again.  I too am
truly sorry about what happened between us.  I promise I will
always be faithful to you.  Even if I'm attacked, I promise I
will never do it again."

The two lovers kissed tenderly.  They talked for a while;
Jennifer reported that John had stayed at the hospital all
Saturday and Sunday until the coaches made him return to QAI. 
John was very upset he couldn't stay but the coaches were
insistent he return with them.  She further explained that she
had called John earlier from the hotel and told him that his good
friend Dave was conscious and doing well.  Jennifer kissed Dave
goodbye as she said Julie and Beth wanted to see him as well, so
she was sharing the time.

Julie and Beth visited with Dave for about a half hour.  Dave
could see it was getting dark outside and started to get drowsy
so the girls kissed him goodbye.  Carol and Roger walked into the
room and told Dave they would see him in the morning.  Dave fell
asleep dreaming of Jennifer, her golden hair and soft lips.

He was wakened several times through the night as the nurses
checked on him and adjusted his iv line but he fell quickly back
to sleep each time.

Dr. Clarke and Nurse Thomas entered Dave's room in the morning,
shortly after he awoke.  They lowered his gown to remove and
replace the bandages on his shoulder then raised the gown and
gently renewed the bandages on his leg.  Dr Clarke had reviewed
the chart at the end of Dave's bed before he inspected the wounds
carefully.  He asked, "How are you feeling?  Has the pain gotten
any worse?"

Dave shook his head gently, "No the pain has not gotten any
worse.  As long as I stay fairly still there is just a subtle
pain but if I try to move my legs or upper body, it hurts like
hell.  My mouth is really dry and I am getting hungry."

Dr. Clarke responded, "Well, the return of thoughts of food is a
good sign.  We should be able to get you started on a liquid diet
today.  Don't get frisky.  I would suggest you keep your
movements to a minimum.  I plan to start reducing the pain
killers tomorrow so you should be able to rest comfortably today.
 The iv and the catheter will come off when there is no need to
keep hydrating and medicating you.  We are going to move you to
another unit where you can have more visitors.  You are a very
popular person but, if you begin to get tired, tell Nurse Thomas
and she will make sure you get some privacy - you need that to
recover more quickly."

As Dr. Clarke left the room, Nurse Thomas smiled at Dave and
said, "I am going to give you a sponge bath before we move you to
a gurney and take you to the new room."

Dave saw a bowl and several towels sitting on the table.  Sam
removed the gown and Dave felt strange lying nude and tube-up in
front of a strange woman.  For the first time, Dave took a good
look at Nurse Thomas.  Dave thought she was about thirty.  She
had long dark red hair.  Her face was very pretty and she wore
very little makeup.  She was wearing a powder blue uniform and
her breasts appeared to be a nice average size.  She seemed quite
tall and her skin tone nylons covered her long lush legs until
they disappeared from sight under her knee length dress.

Dave smiled up at her and said, "Be gentle."

She returned the smile and said,  in a surprisingly deep, sexy
voice, "I always am."

She started with Dave's face as she gently cleaned his face and
neck, periodically drying him with a towel.  She washed his sore
arm very carefully before gently cleaning around the wound area.
She moved to the rest of his chest and stomach before cleaning
his good arm.  She again gently dried everywhere she had washed
before she moved to Dave's feet.  Very carefully she cleaned
first one leg then the other.  She carefully cleaned around the
lower wound.  The towels were again used to dry his legs.

Dave assumed she was finished but, after she set the towel down,
she picked up the sponge and started to clean Dave's hips and
lower abdomen.  Dave could feel her getting closer and closer to
his dick.  Dave started to fantasize about moving his hand under
her dress and rubbing her round ass.  Dave quickly realized these
were not good thoughts to have when a nurse is cleaning your
genital area because he felt his dick start to harden and wave
the catheter tubing around.  Sam rubbed the sponge through his
pubic hair and then very gently rubbed and cleaned his balls.

Dave could feel his face getting red with embarrassment as his
pole stood straight up hard as a rock.  Sam rubbed the sponge
over Dave's hard shaft making sure she didn't miss anywhere
before she lay the sponge down and retraced the same path with
the towel.  She looked at Dave's blushing face and just winked at
him as she finished.  She took out several bandages and
over-covered his two wounds before she pulled out a new gown and
put it on the clean but definitely alert Dave.

She then smiled, "I will come back in about fifteen minutes with
some orderlies to move you to your new room."  She looked
directly at the bulge in his gown and added, "You should be ready
to go by then."

Dave just nodded in awe as she left the room.  His hard-on faded
slowly; when she returned with the orderlies the bulge was gone
but the memory of her gentle cleaning was fresh in Dave's mind.

Dave, along with his iv drip and catheter, was moved to a new
room and his whole family and Jennifer were soon in the room
chatting and entertaining him.

Just after lunch, Carol walked into the room and asked Dave if he
was up for a couple new visitors.  He looked at her questioningly
before she explained Sarah and her parents wanted to say hello. 
Dave said he would very uch like to see them.  Julie, Beth, and
Jennifer left the room to provide space for the additional
guests.

Dave smiled at Sarah when she entered.  He also recognized her
mother from the park but was surprised to see how large her
father was.  He was about six-foot, two and stood very erect with
perfect posture.  Dave said, "Hi, Sarah; how are you doing."

Sarah seemed surprised by his question, "How am I doing?  I'm
doing a whole lot better than I would be if you hadn't saved me."
 Dave immediately realized his question may not have been the
proper thing to ask because Sarah quickly walked towards his bed
and took his good hand in hers.  Tears were now running down her
cheeks as she sobbed, "Thank you for protecting me.  I was so
terrified; I just knew they were going to hurt me and then kill
me.  I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't stopped
them.  You were like a whirlwind, driving away three with your
strength."

Sarah's mother was now cuddling her shaking daughter from behind
as tears ran down her cheeks as well.

Sarah cried for a few minutes as she held Dave's hand.  She
finally seemed to collect herself and asked, "Are you in a lot of
pain?"

Dave looked into her beautiful green eyes and replied, "No, not a
lot of pain.  I will be okay once the wounds heal.  Luckily the
bullets didn't do too much damage.  Hopefully I'll still be able
to play hockey this winter and although golf is over for this
year, I should be back in the swing of things next spring."

Sarah looked into Dave's eyes, "I'm sorry you had to miss your
final round.  When I heard you lost the tournament because of
what you did for me, I felt even more grateful."

Dave squeezed her hand, "Don't you concern yourself about my
golf.  It's only game.  I'm just pleased I could help you. 
Besides, it wasn't you that made me miss my golf, it was those
assholes - I mean ruffians."  Dave wished he had watched his
language better instead of just blurting out his thoughts.

Sarah ignored his language and kind of smiled for the first time,
"Daddy said you were not just brave, you actually laid a good
beating on them before they shot you."

Sarah's father stepped beside the bed and in a very dignified
voice said, "Yes, young David, you put a sound thrashing on them.
 My wife and I would like to formally thank you for rescuing our
daughter.  She is our only child and we would have been
devastated if something bad had happened to her.  Your courage
and quick response is a testament to your good character.  Thank
you for looking out for her; we shall be forever in your debt."

Dave nodded, "I was pleased I could help."  He could tell that,
despite the formal words, the family's thanks were truly
heartfelt.

Sarah stayed and talked with Dave, Jennifer and his family for
several hours.  Her father left after ten minutes but her mother
had stayed and talked with Carol and Roger.  Dave knew the
foundation for a possible lasting friendship had been built.

The rest of that day and the rest of the week passed slowly for
Dave.  The highlight was the removal of the iv and catheter. 
Getting food was off to a slow start with sips of soup and drinks
plus soft gelatins.  Each day he felt a little better - but being
cooped up in the hospital was eventually getting to him.  His
sisters and father flew home on Sunday, leaving Jennifer and
Carol to stay and look after him.  The highlight of each day was
his personal sponge bath with Sam, now on a first-name basis with
the whole family, but that had been leaving him sexually charged
but unsatisfied.

On Friday, Sam explained to Carol that, when she gave Dave a
sponge bath everyday, he had seemed to get very aroused during
the process; they agreed it was a sign of speedy recovery.  Sam
was off duty on Saturday and Sunday so she asked if Carol would
mind doing the sponge bath those days as she felt Dave would
probably feel very uncomfortable if he got an erection with an
unfamiliar weekend special duty nurse.

Carol nervously agreed.  Carol pictured Dave making love to Ann
on their living room couch; she got instantly excited by the idea
of rubbing and cleaning Dave's large cock.

Dave was surprised on Saturday morning when his mom arrived early
in the morning.  After the doctor and nurse finished their review
of his progress, Carol set up the bowl of water, towels and
sponges.  At first Dave was embarrassed to have his mother see
him naked but, as she started to calmly clean him, he quickly
thought of the time she and Julie were together on the living
room couch.  She hadn't even finished cleaning his face before
his raging hard-on was standing straight up.

Carol had a hard time keeping her eyes away from the sight of her
son's hard dick.  She kept glancing at his face to see if he was
watching her but he had his eyes closed as he enjoyed his
mother's soft hands rubbing all over his body.  When she finally
got to his groin area, Dave's mind was in a frenzy.  He was so
horny that when, she stroked his rod with the sponge, he let out
a little gasp.

Carol was also quickly losing control, despite her nurse's
experience.  She had worked herself into such a horny state that
she knew she had to finish bathing him quickly or she would do
something she could regret.  She finished cleaning Dave and
quickly dried him with the towel.  She smiled at Dave, "All clean
and ready for the day.  I'm going to breakfast with your father
and will be back around lunchtime."

Dave's sexual frustration was worse than it ever had been before.
 He thought about masturbating but was still trapped in the bed;
only his left hand really worked now - plus, he was a little sore
from the now-removed catheter - that whole thing was an
experience he did not want to repeat.  Saturday was a very long
and frustrating day for Dave.

As soon as Carol left the room she searched out Roger, took his
hand, and escorted him back to hotel.  They spent three hours
fucking and sucking.  Roger didn't know what had gotten Carol so
wound up but he didn't complain; he assumed it was mostly relief
that their son was pretty much out of danger.

Sunday morning started very similar for Dave.  The doctor and
nurse did their usual inspection.  The doctor indicated Dave
could probably start dangling his feet over the bedside and even
walking around the next day.  Dave was ecstatic as he knew the
first thing he was going to do - go to the bathroom and relieve
some sexual frustration.

His mother again set up the bath materials and started to wash
her son.  Dave's mind pictured his mother eating his sister
Julie's pussy as he felt the sponge move across his chest and
stomach.  The image of them in a sixty-nine almost made him
explode.  After his mother had finished cleaning his legs she
slowly cleaned his genital area.  When she stroked his throbbing
shaft his eyes shot open; he looked at his mother staring at his
dick and licking her lips.  He glanced at her huge breasts and
her nipples were erect and trying to cut through the red tee-
shirt she was wearing.

Carol quickly cleaned Dave's dick then dried it just as quickly.
She wanted to get to a bathroom to masturbate herself when she
suddenly looked at Dave's pleading face.  She looked into his
eyes and knew exactly what he needed.  She wrestled with the
moral question for several seconds before she took a gentle hold
of his long shaft.  She wrapped all four fingers around his girth
and stoked him slowly up and then down.

Dave's eyes closed again and pictured his mother's beautiful full
body.  His laboured breathing told his mother he was close so she
increased her stroking motion as she watched and felt her son's
cock get warmer as it began to throb.  She noticed Dave tense up
as she felt his first spurt rocket up his shaft and straight up
into the air.  The white creamy rope arched high into the air
before it splattered onto his stomach.  Carol stroked quickly
down then up again as the second spurt followed the first.  After
another quick stroke the third followed with a much lower
trajectory.  Carol loved the feel of her son's juices running
down her hand as the last few spurts seeped out of his glorious
prick.

She fought the urge to lick and suck him clean.  She wanted to,
but knew she had already gone far enough.  She got the sponge out
and started cleaning up the mess.  After she had toweled him dry
she smiled, "Does that feel better?"

Dave just looked at her with a shy, embarrassed half-smile and
whispered, "Thank you."

Carol returned the smile as she dressed him then left the room. 
Roger and the girls were at the airport so she couldn't attack
him again, so she went back to the hotel leaving Jennifer at the
hospital with Dave.  As soon as she entered the room she through
herself on the bed, turned on an x-rated movie and fingered
herself to several incredible orgasms.  The fantasy thought of
sucking her son's stalwart cock drove her over the top.

With his father and sisters gone home and his mother back to the
motel, Dave had his first chance to have a long talk with
Jennifer.  They had had several short private discussions but
never had enough time for Dave to tell her about Kim, Lynn, and
Tina, his three Asian friends.  Today was the perfect time, so,
as she sat beside him - smiling happily to have him to herself -
he started his story.

"Jennifer, I want to tell you the rest of the details of my stay
in Vancouver.  The day after I arrived here I woke early and
decided to go to the Tim Horton's for a hot chocolate.  On the
way to the coffee shop I said hello to most of the people I saw.
On the way back to the hotel I saw Sarah for the first time and I
said hello to her as well but she just looked kind of shy and
kept walking.  It was just a casual friendly hello as I walked
by.  I spent the day at the golf course with the team before we
had a team supper at the hotel.

"After supper, John and I were walking through the park up the
street from the hotel, when I saw Sarah walking with her mother.
I again said hello and she smiled but said nothing.  John asked
who she was and then started teasing me about her someday
breaking my clubs.  We continued walking along the path when I
spotted three Asian girls lying on the grass beside the path just
ahead of us.  I wanted revenge for John's teasing, so when we
were beside them I hip-checked John into the middle of them.  I
kept walking because I thought John would catch up but finally,
when he didn't appear beside me, I turned to see him still there
talking with the girls."

Jennifer's face suddenly turned white as her mind raced to an
image of Dave and John having group sex with the three girls. 
Dave noticed her change in expression, "Now, before you jump to
the wrong conclusion; I did not have sex with any of those girls.
 I swear I didn't.  Just listen to the whole story, okay?" 
Jennifer relaxed a little, but not completely, as she nodded for
Dave to continue.

"When I walked back to hear what John was saying, I was shocked
and pissed off because he was telling them all about what
happened with Ann and her mother in Charlestown.  I told him to
stop telling strangers my private life; it was too late, they
knew all about me, my golf, and my sad Ann story.  Anyway, I
ended up sitting and talking with two of the girls while John
went for a walk with the other one.  The two girls, Lynn and Tina
are psychology students at UBC and wanted to analyze my life. 
They pestered me until I told them the whole story about my
summer.  I told them that, despite what you had said in anger, I
was still going out with you and that I was committed to you and
only you.  When John returned with the other girl, Kim, we all
went to Tim's.

"We spent an hour there before the girls walked us back to the
hotel.  As we were walking up to the hotel, that jerk Harvey was
walking towards us from the other direction.  I was looking at
Harvey when Lynn turned my head and kissed me.  I was going to
push her away but I knew Harvey Thompson would be sick with
jealousy if he saw John and I intimate with some local girls, so
I let her kiss me.  That was all we did, just kiss.  After Lynn
moved away, Tina kissed me too.  Again, just a kiss.

"The next day after golf we met the girls in the park again.  We
had a casual and enjoyable time talking.  We went to Tim's again
before they walked John and me back to the hotel.  They kissed us
goodnight again and left.  John and Kim were getting really close
and I knew he was probably going to go to bed with her.  After
golf the next day, we went to the park again.  Everyday the girls
had been wearing identical outfits, different each day but like
triplets each time, so I finally asked why.  They explained that
they were best friends and long ago started dressing alike.  Lynn
said that they had done everything together their whole life and
they wanted me to be with them while Kim went to bed with John. 
I flatly refused but they kept teasing by rubbing their bodies
all over me.  Lynn went as far as to put my hand up her shirt and
rub it against her breast but I pulled it away and told them I
would not be unfaithful to you.

"John spent over an hour in our hotel room with Kim that night
and the next night but I only spent both nights at Tim's with the
Lynn and Tina.  They are really nice girls and, after they
finally understood I was committed to you, they stopped teasing
me."

Dave took Jennifer's two hands in his one good hand, "Jennifer, I
love you more than anything.  I could easily have slept with
those two girls and you probably would never have known but I
wouldn't do that and won't ever do that.  Do you now understand
how much I truly love you?"

Jennifer had tears in her eyes as she carefully hugged Dave and
kissed him passionately, "I know you love me and I am sorry for
feeling jealous -- but I don't ever want to lose you again."

Dave looked her in the eyes and whispered, "You have never lost
me.  I am yours and if you want, only yours."

Jennifer gently crawled onto the bed with Dave and the two teens
cuddled and kissed.  Dave fell asleep with Jennifer in his arm.
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