Message-ID: <47512asstr$1082250602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <TheCaddy@Eastlink.ca> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: "TheCaddy" <TheCaddy@Eastlink.ca> X-Original-Message-ID: <001601c424b3$a01b8300$2400000a@hytorq.local> X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 Importance: Normal x-assm-no-berne-warning: yes X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 16:38:57 -0300 Subject: {ASSM} A Golfer's Dream Chapter Twenty-Three - The Recovery Lines: 941 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 47512 Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 21:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47512> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate A Golfer's Dream Chapter Twenty-Three - The Recovery <1st attachment, "23A Golfer's Dream Chapter Twenty Three The Recovery.txt" begin> A Golfer's Dream Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, and only as long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. 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. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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