A late bloomer is about to graduate from high school. She has just recently discovered her sexuality and is hooked good and proper on sex. Her babysitting suddenly begins to pay more dividends.
I appreciate any abd all feedback. I must say, though, that due to the state of our culture at present, I rarely answer feedback with direct e-mail that in turn gives the reader mine along with my real name. I will reply through SOL if the sender has an account.
ALSO:: I am sorry about the lack of punctuation and quote marks in FRANK: A CHRISTMAS PRESENT. The story was submitted to SOL with them in place. What happened to them at the SOL end, I don't know. This is the first of my submissions to not to be formated as I submitted it.
Thanks.
Frank is driving across I-80 in a blizzard, hoping to get home to Peoria in time for Christmas. He stops to help a stranded motorist and what follows is...well, you decide.
Sue is twenty-one and raptly listens to her brother, younger by three years, tell his erotic tale of sex. Brother Tim is bare assed naked as he just fucked the brains out of another conquest that Sue had inadvertantly voyeured. Sue can barely contain her own lust.
No, I didn’t drop off the end of the earth, well, almost.
I went into the Hospital on Wednesday, August 27 for a routine (supposedly) right hip replacement. It was anything but routine. I expected three or four days in the hospital and several months of outpatient rehab near home.
Instead, I spent the next twenty-seven days, flat on my back with two additional surgeries on the same hip. The Surgeons almost lost me on the operating table in surgery number one and again during surgery number three. Before the hospital ordeal was over, I had twelve doctors and surgeons trying to figure out what went wrong. I also received seven units of blood that, as it turned out, I didn't really need.
My G.I. tract shut down. My kidneys shut down. My diabetes kicked into high gear, requiring me to take insulin shots for the first time. From the time I woke up from the first surgery until this moment, my right leg swelled up to two and a half times normal size and remains a numb, unresponsive, dead weight.
I left the hospital on September 23 by private ambulance service to arrive at a nearby nursing home for rehab. I was released and came home on November 4. My right leg is still useless. It is likely to be so for as much as a year, maybe longer.
Rehab taught me how to live without the use of my right leg, i.e., how to transfer from my wheel chair to bed to toilette and so on. Yes, i’ m now wheelchair bound for the foreseeable future.
Realistically, looking at the long term, slow recovery is why we invested in a wheel chair, motorized scooter, and a 2001 full sized Dodge van with an already installed wheel chair lift. There is a distinct possibility that I may never recover full use of my leg.
So, I have 388 unread e-mail in-box awaiting my attention. I’ll take a while to get through all of them.
In summary, you can look for me to resume submitting stories very soon. I have a lot to get settled and catch up with, but I'm looking forward to to the resumption of my writing.
Dapper Dan