The Stein
Part 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Cheating, Violent,

Desc: Sex Story: Part 1 - Eric Finds himself in the hospital, the victim of a shooting in his own home. Was is burglars? Or was it something more sinister?

I was in a good mood as I pick up my bags and headed upstairs. I had just finished a big network migration project in Dallas a day early and had been able to return home earlier than planned. I was thinking about what I was going to do with Nicky that night as I turned on the landing before taking the last five steps. When I turned I saw a man standing at the top of the stairs. What really captured my attention was the gun he was holding in his hand. I stared at the gun for a moment and then saw the flash. It seemed that I was instantly propelled backwards down the stairs. Then blackness.

I don't know where my mind had been but I suddenly found myself in bed in a room I didn't recognize. It took me only a moment to realize that I wasn't in my own bed but I didn't know where I was. The room was mostly dark but I could hear someone whispering nearby. I tired to move without success. I was only able to turn my head a few inches. My mind was beginning to drift and I couldn't seem to focus on anything until I recognized Nicky's voice. She was standing near the door talking to a man I couldn't identify because he was facing away from me. They hadn't noticed that I was awake so I listened carefully to see if I could hear what they were saying.

"What did the doctor tell you?" the man asked.

"He said Eric is doing better but he is not out of danger yet," Nicky said.

Doctor? Was Nicky talking about me? What did she mean by not out of danger? I tried to make sense of what I had just heard but I just couldn't focus on anything.

Nicky seemed to be holding onto the man's arm while at the same time pushing him toward the door. "John, you really shouldn't be here," she told him.

"Does he remember what happened?"

"I don't know. Detective Trenca tried to question him about it yesterday but Eric was too doped up from the painkillers to give any answers," Nicky said.

"As soon as he is able to talk to the police I want to know what he tells them."

"John, please leave before he wakes up and sees you. Beside, Detective Trenca could come back at any time."

"Okay, I'm going, but just remember what I said."

"I will. Now please leave. I just can't deal with you right now." Nicky said.

I was trying to understand what Nicky and that man were talking about. She called him John but that didn't mean anything to me. Nicky started to look over toward me so I closed my eyes. When I opened them again the man was gone and Nicky was sitting in a chair in front of a dark window. Suddenly I wasn't sure if the man had really been there or if I had dreamed it. I was about to ask Nicky where I was and who that man was but I just couldn't seem to keep my eyes opened. I decided to rest my eyes for a minute and then I would ask Nicky to tell me where I was.

When I opened my eyes again it was morning and I was staring up at the white tile ceiling. The room was quiet but I sensed that there were other people in the room. I turned my head to the right as far as I could but that wasn't very far. Maybe only three or four inches but that was enough to allow me to see Nicky sitting by the window. The sunlight coming through the window behind her was making it difficult for me to see her pretty face clearly but I could see that her eyes looked puffy like she had been crying and she was holding a tissue in her hand. As I watched, Nicky turned away from me and looked out the window. Apparently she had not noticed that my eyes were opened.

I turned my head to the left with no more success than I had to the right but I was able to see that pain in the ass that kept asking me questions I could not answer. I didn't know if the questioning was a memory or a dream. He was about five feet seven inches tall and maybe 165 pounds. He had curly brown hair that almost matched the color of the suit he was wearing. That suit... It looked as if he had been wearing it everyday for the last five years. The elbows were worn thin and the pockets were all tattered and the wide blue tie he was wearing was not only out of style but didn't go well with that suit.

It puzzled me that I recognized him as soon as I looked over at him but I didn't know who he was. I had a vague memory of him asking me questions but for the life of me I couldn't remember what the questions were or why he was asking them. The name that popped into my head when I saw him was Curly but I wasn't sure if that was his name or did I call him that because of his hair.

Anyway, Curly was leaning against the wall reading the newspaper. When he started to lower the paper and peek over the top I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I didn't feel like answering questions right then.

While faking that I was asleep I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes again the room was empty. Nicky and Curly were gone and it was dark outside. I must have fallen asleep again. I was upset with myself for sleeping so long. I had wanted to talk to Nicky. I remembered that I wanted to ask her about something but I couldn't remember what.

I lay still and listened as I tried to make sense of things. Clarity came to me a little bit at a time. I was obviously in the hospital but how long had I been there and why was not clear to me. I remembered seeing Nicky sitting by the window two or three times and I also remembered Curly asking me questions at least one time and seeing him leaning against the wall more than once. I could not distinguish whether this had all happened in one day or over several days. It really bothered me that I had no concept of how long I had been in the hospital or why I was there.

The room was quiet, which helped me to concentrate. I tried to think back to the last clear memory I had. I lay still and let my mind drift back and suddenly I remembered something. I remembered coming home from a project in Dallas and had walked into the house carrying my bags. I think I set my bags down in the front hall and... What did I do? I couldn't remember. Did I go into the kitchen? Did I use the bathroom? "That must have been it," I thought. "I had been in a hurry to get home so I probably was in desparate need of a toilet."

I wasn't sure if that was right but it made sense. Anyway, I remember picking up my bags again and starting up the stairs. When I turned right at the landing to go up the second flight I saw someone standing at the top of the stairs. Now I remembered. He was a big guy with dark brown hair but I didn't get a look at his face because my eyes were focused elsewhere. I was staring at the gun he was pointing at me.

I stared for what seemed to be a long time but in reality was only a few seconds and then I saw a flash. I was already falling backwards down the stairs as I heard the loud explosion produced by the gun as it was fired.

After that I could only remember bits and pieces. I vaguely remembered waking up in the hospital with Nicky holding my hand and crying but again, that could have been a dream. I just wasn't sure of anything.

The next time I saw Nicky she didn't look good. She was very pale and her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. She came over to the bed and took my hand then kissed me on the forehead.

"Nicky, are you all right," I asked. "You don't look well." I was surprised at the sound of my voice. It was raspy and weak.

"I haven't been able to sleep," she said. "I was so scared that I might lose you. The doctor just told me that you are out of danger and should make a full recovery"

"How long have I been here?" I asked.

"Since Friday."

"I know since Friday, but what day is today?"

" Tuesday," Nicky said.

"I've lost three days," I said.

"How are you feeling today?" Nicky asked.

"I don't know. I don't feel much of anything right now. My head is clear and I hope it stays this way now. Up until now I've been in a fog," I said. "What happened to me?"

"You don't remember?" Nicky asked.

"Only a little bit of it," I said.

Nicky started to say something but was cut off by man's voice.

"Why don't you let me bring Mr. Anderson up to date?" The voice said.

The source of the voice turned out to be Curly. He had come into the room just as I asked Nicky what had happened and had moved over to stand next to her. It looked to me like Curly was still wearing the same brown suit.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"You don't remember?" he asked.

"I remember you asking me questions but I don't remember your name or what you asked me about," I said.

"I'm Detective Tony Trenca. I have been assigned to this case." He said.

"Just what exactly is this case?" I asked.

"This is what we know so far," Detective Trenca said. "You came home from Dallas Friday some time around noon. When you entered your house you apparently walked into a burglary in progress. We don't know yet how many people were involved but you were carrying your luggage up the stairs when, you were shot by someone that was standing at the top of the stairs. You were shot a total of three times in the chest and abdomen.

"Mrs. Anderson came into the house at approximately 12:25 and found you laying at the bottom of the stairs. She called 911 as soon as she found you. Apparently the burglar or burglars left right after you were shot. They were probably afraid that someone might have heard the shots. As it turns out you were very lucky on two counts. First, the perpetrator used a thirty-two-caliber pistol, which is one of the reasons you are still alive. A thirty-two doesn't do as much damage as say a thirty-eight or a nine-millimeter. The second bit of luck was that your wife came home for lunch. If she hadn't found you when she did and called for help you would have bled to death within minutes."

I squeezed Nicky's hand and smiled at her. What do you say to your wife when you find out she saved your life? A simple thanks doesn't seem adequate. I looked back at the detective.

"Do you have any idea who might have done this?" I asked.

"There have been several burglaries recently in the Sherman Oaks area. They have been breaking into homes during the day when the owners are at work," he said. "This is the first time there has been any violence. We are hoping that in the panic after the shooting they may have made a mistake and left us some evidence that will help us catch them. I believe that you were shot because you saw at least one of them and they thought you were dead or they most likely would have made sure of it.

"I'd like to ask you again what you remember about what happened Friday," Detective Trenca said.

I told Detective Trenca that all I remembered was that I was carrying my bags upstairs and when I turned at the landing I saw someone at the top of the stairs. I told him that the guy was big and had dark brown hair but I didn't see his face because I was looking at the gun. I told him that I didn't remember anything after the first shot was fired.

"You probably did see his face," Detective Trenca said, "but seeing the gun shocked you so that is all you remember right now but in time I believe you will remember what he looks like and hopefully you'll be able to describe him to us."

"I hope so," I said.

"I'll leave you two alone now," Detective Trenca said. "I'll stop and see you tomorrow to see if you remember anything else."

I looked at Nicky and said, "Thanks for saving my life, kid."

Nicky started crying and bent down and kissed me all over my face.

"Eric, I don't know what I would have done if I lost you," Nicky said.

Just then a horrible thought struck me. It turned my stomach into a knot and I got a lump in my throat that I could not swallow.

Nicky saw the tears running from my eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Are you in pain?"

"Yes, but it's not physical," I said. "It just occurred to me that if I hadn't come home when I did, it would have been you that walked into the house and you might have been killed. I don't feel so bad about getting shot now. I may have saved your life without even knowing it."

Nicky hugged me and I think we both cried for a few minutes. After that I started to feel some discomfort from my wounds. Nicky called the nurse and she came in and gave me something for the pain. I slept for a few hours and when I woke up Nicky was sitting by the window reading.

As soon as she noticed that I was awake she came over to my bedside and kissed me.

"How do you feel?" she asked. "Do you need anything for the pain?"

"No. I'm okay right now," I said. "Just before I feel asleep I had wanted to ask you what was taken?"

"What do you mean, what was taken?"

"What did the bastards take from our house?" I asked. "What did we lose?"

"I don't know," Nicky said. "They left a mess in the family room but I don't know what was broken or damaged and I didn't really look to see what was missing yet."

"Why haven you checked to see what was stolen?" I asked. I wasn't angry, just curious.

"I haven't been back to the house since it happened. The cops have been all over the house investigating and I just couldn't be there. Walking in and seeing your blood on the floor at the bottom of the stairs... I just couldn't stay there. I've been staying with my parents since this happened."

"Of course. I'm sorry. I just didn't think," I said. "I can understand that you wouldn't want to be there now. I guess we'll have to hire someone to come in and clean up the mess."

"We can't do anything until the police release the house to us. They say it is a crime scene and we will have to wait until they finish their investigation before we can have the house cleaned. There's no hurry, we can stay at my parents until we can get the house cleaned."

The rest of the time that Nicky was there we talked about everything except what had happened on Friday.

That night after Nicky left I thought about how close I had come to losing everything and how close I had come to losing Nicky. It could just as easily have been her that got shot.

I tried again to recall anything of importance about the shooting and did remember something else that I thought might be important. I wasn't sure if my memory was accurate but every time I tried to picture the shooter it was the same. I hoped that Detective Trenca would stop by the next day so I could tell him about it.

A few minutes later the nurse came in and injected something into my IV and I was asleep within minutes.

I woke up in the morning feeling much better. I was still unable to move around in the bed and I wondered why. Were my injuries more serious than I had been led to believe?

At eight o'clock Nicky came into the room. She kissed me and said, "I love you, Eric."

"I love you, too."

"Eric, I can't stay with you today," Nicky said. "School opens in two weeks and I have to attend meetings and get my classroom ready. I'll stay until the doctor visits and then I will have to leave. I'll be back around four o'clock."

"That's okay, honey," I said. "I'll be fine. I might take a nap while your gone."

Nicky laughed. "Take a nap?" she asked. "You mean your between nap, nap."

"Yeah, all this napping makes me tired," I said.

I started to laugh but it made my chest hurt and when Nicky saw the pained looked on my face she started to cry.

"It's okay, Nicky. It just hurts when I laugh so don't be funny," I said.

Nicky tried to smile but the tears kept rolling down her cheeks. She had just pulled a tissue from her purse when the doctor came in.

"How are you feeling today, Mr. Anderson?" The doctor asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I guess I'm okay under the circumstances. I'm sorry, I am sure you introduced yourself to me before but I don't remember your name."

"No need to be sorry," he said. "It's understandable. I'm Dr. Berger."

"Dr. Berger, can you tell me why I can't seem to move my arms or legs and I can only turn my head a little in each direction?" I asked.

"We had to immobilize you to keep you from re-injuring yourself after your surgery," he responded.

"How bad are my injuries?"

"Serious but you are out of danger now. You were extremely lucky," Dr. Berger said.

"I know, Detective Trenca already told me that. If it had been a larger caliber gun I would probably be dead now," I said. I regretted it immediately because I saw Nicky's face turn completely white.

" That's true but you are even more lucky because of where the bullets struck you. One bullet penetrated the right side of your chest missing your ribs but it did go through your lung and exited through your back. The other two shots hit you in the lower abdomen but managed to miss your vital organs. Those two bullets also exited through your back. The two shots through the abdomen were the greatest concern. Luckily the bullets missed your liver and your kidneys. In fact they did very little damage."

"How long will Eric have to stay in the hospital?" Nicky asked.

"I am hoping to have him out of bed this afternoon and if he continues to do as well as he has so far, we will probably send him home on Monday but Eric will need to take it easy for a few more weeks. I wouldn't recommend trying to go back to work for at least three weeks," Dr. Berger said.

When the doctor left Nicky said that she couldn't wait to get me back home.

"I'll get a nurse to take care of you during the day and I will be your nurse at night," she said.

Nicky seemed more upbeat after listening to the doctor. She kissed me and said she would be back around four o'clock and then she left.

I tried to sleep after Nicky left but found myself too restless. Later a nurse came in and released the bindings that were holding my arms and legs and then removed the foam pad that had held my head in place. It felt great to be able to move my arms and legs and to be able to turn my head to look out the window.

I was watching some pigeons on the window ledge when Detective Trenca arrived.

"Feeling any better today, Mr. Anderson?"

"I guess I am. It's hard to compare how I feel now to how I felt when I was in a constant fog. I think this is better."

"I just wanted to stop by and see if you remembered anything new that might be of assistance," he said.

"Something came to me last night but I am not sure if it is a real memory or not," I said.

"Let's hear it."

"Last night I kept reviewing the shooting in my head to see if anything new would come to me. I remembered it the same way every time except that I noticed something that I might have seen but just didn't register in my mind. I still can't recall seeing the shooters face but I think that when I was looking at the gun it was in his left hand. He was wearing a ring but it didn't appear to be a wedding band. It was on his middle finger and it was black, maybe onyx. Does that help?"

"Yes, it does," Detective Trenca said. "Knowing that our shooter is probably left-handed and wears an onyx ring is a big help. It's not as good as a description of his face but it does help. Anything else?"

"No. That's still all I can remember."

We were both quiet for a moment and then I noticed that Detective Trenca was still wearing that brown suit and I almost started to laugh. He noticed the way I was looking at him and he looked down at his clothes.

"I see you have noticed my new suit," he said as he smiled at me. "I don't usually look this dapper."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

"It's okay," he said. "We had a fire at the house and I lost all of my clothes."

"Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was there much damage to your house?"

"No damage to the house, the only things burned were my clothes," he said. "Somehow all of my clothes happened to be piled in the driveway when they accidentally got soaked with gasoline. Then somebody dropped a match or a cigarette near the pile. Whoosh! Nothing left but a couple of crispy pairs of socks. I guess my wife was really pissed at me that night."

He laughed a little and said, "I think we will get things worked out but in the mean time I am living in my car and I had to buy this suit at the Salvation Army store. Right now it's the only thing I have to wear."

I felt sorry for him. Detective Trenca seemed like a nice guy and I hated to think that he was having problems in his marriage. What could he have done that pissed his wife off so much that she would torch his clothes. I guess that in the back of my mind I knew. I wondered how things in a marriage could go that far wrong before they would take steps to fix the problems.

Detective Trenca stayed with me for more than an hour but we just talked. I sensed that there was something that he wanted to tell me but for some reason he was holding back. I finally had to ask.

"I think there is something you aren't telling me but I think you want to. What is it?" I asked.

"Remember when I told you that the shooter thought you were dead or he would have made sure you were?" Detective Trenca asked.

"Yeah, I remember." I said and waited for him to finish.

"The shooter knew you weren't dead but he was sure that you would die. He wanted you dead but he wanted it to be slow. That's why the last two shots where in your abdomen instead of your head," Detective Trenca said.

"Why?" I asked. "Why would he do that? Just because he thought I saw him?"

"I don't know but I plan to find out."

After that Detective Trenca asked me questions about my job and the people I worked with. It didn't occur to me until after he left that he might suspect that the shooter was someone I knew.

Over the next few days I got stronger and the nurses had me out of bed and walking the halls. Nicky came to see me each morning and then came back again after work and had dinner with me. She stayed each night until visiting hours were over. A couple of times, when I was feeling lonely at night, I called Nicky at her parents' house and we talked for more then a half hour each time.

Looking at Nicky each day was beginning to worry me. I could feel myself getting stronger each day but Nicky didn't seem to be doing as well. Her color was ashen and her eyes always seemed to be puffy and red. She looked to me as if she had lost weight and wasn't sleeping well. She had been through a hard time. Finding me lying on the floor with blood running out of me and then not knowing if I was going to live or die for more than three days had taken its toll on her. I was sure that once I got out of the hospital and we were back at home she would start to feel better.

When I was alone at night and couldn't sleep all I could think about was Nicky. I thought about how we had met during our senior year at college. We were introduced at a frat party but under less than ideal conditions. She had come to the party as the date of one of my fraternity brothers but he got so drunk he could hardly stand up and had to ask me to give her a ride home.

At the time Nicky didn't seem impressed by me or by my fraternity brothers. She didn't speak to me until I dropped her off and then she only thanked me for the ride. I, on the other hand, was very impressed with Nicole Saunders. She was tall and slim with a very nice body. She had light brown hair and big, very expressive, brown eyes. Her nose was perfect for her face and she had a large mouth that was capable of generating thousand watt smiles. Unfortunately, she didn't give me a smile on the ride to her sorority house that night. I had seen her smile when she arrived at the party and I was immediately jealous of her date.

I didn't see her again for two weeks. It was at another party that I ran into her. This time she did smile at me.

"Eric Anderson, right?" she asked.

"Yes, and you are Nicole Saunders."

"You remembered. I am impressed. I thought that after I was so rude to you when you gave me a ride home that you would have quickly forgotten all about me," she said.

I thought for a moment about all the great pick up lines I could have used at that moment but instead opted for sincerity. I said, "I was impressed by how unimpressed you were with me, which caused me to remember your name."

"I wasn't unimpressed," she said. "I was just so mad at Bob. He invites me to a party and then proceeds to get so drunk that he can't even take me home. I am afraid that I let my anger affect my attitude toward you. I do appreciate that you were sober and that you gave me a ride without complaining about having to leave the party."

I couldn't resist this opportunity. "How could I complain about getting the chance to spend time alone with a beautiful girl like you."

Nicky laughed and said, "Thanks, I guess."

"Have you forgiven Bob yet?" I asked.

"Nope, and I am not going to," she said. "I had just met him the week before and that was our first and only date. He blew it. I was definitely unimpressed with him."

"Good, then how about going out with me?" I asked. "I promise I'll stay sober long enough to get you home."

"I'd like that," Nicky said.

We went out on our first date the next night and were dating exclusively by the end of the next week.

I also thought about the first time we had sex. It was on our fourth date. We had gone out for pizza and then went to a movie. After the movie we drove back to Nicky's sorority house and I parked across the street. I kissed her and began to nibble on her ear.

"I think I am falling in love," I whispered to her.

Nicky turned her head and kissed me and said, "Me too."

While kissing her, I started to unbutton Nicky's blouse and when I put my hand inside she didn't resist me at all. I felt my hand touch her bare breast for the first time and my cock almost tore the zipper out of my pants.

I bent down to suck her nipple into my mouth and slipped my hand under the hem of her skirt at the same time. Nicky didn't stop me so I began to move my hand up her thigh. At the time she had her legs crossed but as I moved my hand higher up her leg she uncrossed them and allowed me to reach all the way up to the top of her legs. I pressed my fingertips against her panty-covered sex and teased her pussy. Nicky responded to this by biting me on the ear and saying, "That feels so good."

I was so hot I was ready to taste Nicky's pussy right there in the car. When I tried to get my hand inside her panties Nicky grabbed my wrist. The problem was that my car was not only too small, it was parked in the only available parking space on the block and that was directly under a street lamp. There was a lot of activity on the street, which meant that anything we did in my car could be seen by anyone passing.

"Not here. Let's go to my room," Nicky said. "Follow me."

Nicky buttoned her blouse and then got out of the car. I got out and Nicky took my hand and led me across the street toward the sorority house. Instead of going in the front door she led me around to the back of the house and we went in through the back door and up the back staircase to her room.

Once inside Nicky's bedroom I pulled her to me and started kissing her again. Nicky kissed me and then started to open my pants and push them down my legs. While she worked on my pants I removed my shirt. When she had my pants off, Nicky removed my jockey shorts and while we stood there kissing, Nicky reached down and began to stroke my cock.

I was so aroused that I had to stop her before she made me climax. Then I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders and let if fall to the floor. Nicky unzipped and then stepped out of her skirt and put it on a chair. Then I watched as Nicky unhooked her bra and removed it exposing her firm grapefruit sized breasts to me. I put one hand on each breast and gently massaged them. I began to kiss and lick her nipples alternating back and forth between her right and left breast and I could tell that Nicky was enjoying the sensations I was giving her. I loved how hard her nipples got as I played them with my tongue and lips.

After awhile I turned Nicky around and made her sit on the edge of the bed. Then I slid my hand up the inside of Nicky's leg until I reached the crotch of her panties and I slipped my finger under the satin material. When I slipped my fingertips into her slit and began to slide it up and down in her sexual juices Nicky let out a soft moan.

I was standing naked in front of Nicky with the biggest hard on I think I had ever had and the head of my cock was already shinny with pre cum and more was dripping out of me. Nicky took my cock in her hand and held it in front of her face and seemed to be examining it.

"Do you want me to kiss it?" she asked.

"Yes, please," I answered.

Nicky leaned forward and kissed my stiff member. She ran my tongue all over the head of my cock and as she did this she pulled on my cock milking as much of my pre cum from me as she could. Nicky seemed to actually like the taste of the clear liquid. After a few minutes of this Nicky pulled my head down to kiss me. I could see that her lips were slick with my juices but I kissed her anyway.

I got down on the floor in front of Nicky and while I was staring at her mound I said, "Now I am going to return the favor."

I moved my head up between Nicky's creamy thighs and started planting little kisses all over her vulva. Then I began pushing my tongue between her labia. I could feel her juices running out of her pussy and down my chin. When I finally stopped my attack on Nicky's clitoris she almost attacked me. She kissed me all over my face in spite of the fact that I was covered with her love juices.

I was starting to get on the bed with her when Nicky whispered, "We can't go any further unless you wear a condom."

I quickly retrieved my pants and dug the condom I always carried out of my wallet. I rolled the condom onto my engorged member and then rejoined Nicky on the bed and climbed between Nicky's legs. I pressed the head of my cock against her opening and slowly pushed myself inside her. Nicky was very tight and the sensations I was feeling through my cock were wonderful. As I began to push myself into Nicky as deeply as I could she lifted her hips to meet each of my thrusts. We were soon in a rhythm that brought us both to climax at the same time.

That night was certainly not the best sex we ever had but it was the most memorable because it was the first.

I filled my lonely nights in the hospital just thinking about our life together. Nicky and I got married a year after we got out of college. Nicky got a teaching position with the Los Angeles County school district teaching English in high school and I got a job working for a company that installs computer networks.

Nicky and I have been married for six years and the Dallas trip I just returned from was only the second time we have been apart. The first time was a little over a year ago at the end of the last school year. Nicky had volunteered us to be chaperones for a class trip to Germany for the kids in the German Club at her school. I had to cancel out of the trip to Germany to attend an educational technology conference in Denver that same week. Nicky was disappointed but she understood that I had no choice. We were only apart for a week but I missed her terribly.

I got home from the conference on Thursday night and Nicky returned from the trip to Germany on that Saturday. I had an erection as I lay in that hospital bed thinking about the romantic evening we had when Nicky got home. I had fixed a romantic candle light dinner and after we ate we retired to the bedroom.

Nicky went into the bathroom to take a quick shower and get herself ready form me. After I had lit several candles around the bedroom to create a warm romantic feeling I sat patiently waiting for Nicky to come out of the bathroom. I already had an erection building in anticipation of what was to come. After all it had been more that a week since we had last made love. When the double doors to the bathroom opened, Nicky was standing in the doorway wearing a black bra and panties and black thigh high stockings.

As Nicky approached me I stood and put my arms around her and we began to dance to the soft rock CD I was playing. As we danced I began kissing Nicky's mouth and neck. I positioned us so that we were standing in front of the large mirror on Nicky's dresser, then I moved behind her and rubbed her breasts through her bra and pressed my erection against her firm buttocks while she watched herself in the mirror. When I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to tease her by just lightly skimming my fingertips over her vulva Nicky tipped her head back against my shoulder and closed her eyes. As I continued to play with her pussy she began to make little cooing sounds in her throat.

Just as I felt my fingers getting wet from Nicky's juices she turned to face me and gave me a deep tongue kiss and began kissing her way down over my chest and down my stomach as she sank to her knees in front of me. Once on her knees she pulled my shorts down and then she cupped my balls in one hand as she kissed the very tip of my cock. I was already beginning to secrete pre-cum and as she pulled back I could see a strand of the thick clear liquid extending from the tip of my cock to Nicky's lips. I watched as Nicky ran her tongue around her lips, gathering the shiny strand and drawing it into her mouth. Then she stuck her tongue out and flicked it across the head of my cock creating a new strand of the shiny liquid this time trailing from my cock to the tip of her tongue. Without breaking the strand Nicky ran her tongue under the head of my cock and pulled her tongue and my cock into her mouth. What followed was one of the most fantastic blowjobs she has ever given me.

I was very close to climaxing when Nicky stopped, stood up, and kissed me. I could taste my excitement on her lips and tongue. When she broke the kiss she said, "It's my turn" then she sat on the edge of the bed.

I got down on my knees in front of her and began kissing my way down from her face to her breasts. When I got to her breasts I pulled her bra straps down off of her shoulders and pulled the cups down to expose her beautiful pear shaped breasts. I took one in each hand and gently massaged them as I alternately licked, kissed and sucked on her nipples. Nicky loves this and it often brings her to an orgasm and this time was no different. Nicky tipped her head back and grabbed my head with both hands and held me to her breast as she climbed the mountain of her orgasm. When she finally descended again, she relaxed and lay back on the bed. As she did I started kissing my way down over her stomach to the top of her panties. I pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and inhaled the heady scent of her aroused pussy. I used my tongue to slowly trace the lips of her labia then I separated them and pushed my tongue inside Nicky's pussy. As usual she responded to my attention and was soon in the throes of her second orgasm.

This time when she came down from her orgasm she told me to come inside her, so I stood and positioned my cock at the entrance to Nicky's well lubricated sex and pressed forward till I was buried as deep inside her as I could get. For the next fifteen minutes Nicky and I bounced around the bed in several different positions until I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot a load inside Nicky from behind and then collapsed on top of her.

Afterward, while we cuddled Nicky said, "I brought you a present from Germany."

She got out of bed and I watched her cute little ass wiggle as she went over to her suitcase and searched inside until she found what she was looking for. I was actually a little disappointed when she found the gift because I was enjoying the erotic view as she bent over the suitcase.

Nicky came back over to the bed and handed me an unwrapped box. She stood there smiling at me while I tried to guess what might be inside. The box was heavier than I expected which threw me off. I had expected a hat or some other lightweight souvenir.

"Well, open it," Nicky said in an excited voice.

Inside the box was a one-liter beer stein. The stein was hand painted and beautiful. I couldn't believe it. I had collected several beer mugs and steins over the years but never anything as nice and this one came with papers declaring that it was one of 1000, making it a great collectors item.

My collection consisted of five beer mugs with names of beers that are no longer brewed, a pewter mug with a glass bottom that I got as a gift for being in a wedding and three beer steins I had found at garage sales. I never knew that Nicky had taken my collection seriously.

"I can't believe this... This is beautiful but I'm afraid that you spent way too much on me." I said. "This must have been expensive."

"You deserve it and I could never spend too much on you," Nicky said as she kissed me and climbed back on the bed with me."

"Thanks, sweetie, I love it."

"I knew that you would. As soon as I saw it I knew I had to get it for you," she said.

The funny thing was that, right after she said that, she started to cry. I asked her why she was crying and she said, "I am just so happy that I was able to give you that stein. I knew it would be special."

I pulled Nicky to me and held her in my arms for a long time and them we made love for the second time that night.

Thinking about that night always gave me a lump in my throat. It was just one of those happy memories.

I had plenty of time to think about how lucky I was to have found Nicky. I knew I would be lost without her. Suddenly it occurred to me that I was reviewing my life like an old man on his deathbed. I was young, alive and I had plenty of time to make even more great memories with Nicky. It was time for me to look to the future.

By Monday I was more than ready to go home. Nicky had managed to get the day off and she was at the hospital early to wait for them to release me.

At ten o'clock an orderly wheeled me out to the main entrance and I got into Nicky's car. As we pulled away from the hospital Nicky said we were going to her parents house but I told her I wanted to go home.

"The house hasn't been cleaned yet," Nicky said.

"Detective Trenca gave me the name of a company that does the kind of clean up we need and I called them Friday and arranged for them to come today. I want to be there when they come to clean the mess and I want to see what was taken so we can file an insurance claim," I said.

Nicky didn't say another word on the ride home. I think she was afraid of how I would react to the mess that was waiting for us.

Before we pulled into the driveway at home I told Nicky that I thought it would be easier for me to go into the house through the front door than to have to deal with the stairs in the garage. Nicky parked the car in front of the garage door and came around the car to help me get out. Nicky held my arm as we slowly walked around to the front door. I began to feel nervous about what was waiting for us inside the house and I could see that Nicky was also uneasy.

Nicky unlocked the door and I went in first. As soon as I stepped inside I was struck by a metallic smell, kind of like copper. Then I saw it. At the bottom of the stair lay my small suitcase and carry on bag. Both were covered with blood. There was also a large puddle of congealed blood on the hardwood floor next to my bags. I remembered that the doctor had said that I lost about two pints of blood but this looked like a lot more than that to me.

When Nicky stepped inside she stood next to me looking at the dark red puddle. Suddenly she put her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her retching as she vomited into the toilet. I guess the sight of the blood and the smell, were just too much for her. I wanted to go to her and help but I didn't think my stomach was strong enough for me to be of any assistance.

I waited outside the bathroom until Nicky stopped throwing up. After she washed her face I guided her from the bathroom through the kitchen and into the family room. I sat down on the sofa with her and tried to comfort her. As I sat with my arm around Nicky I looked around the room. There were books strewn all over the floor along with several knick-knacks. I looked over at my collection of beer mugs and steins and all of them were on their shelf except for the one that Nicky had brought home from Germany for me.

I was wondering if it had been stolen when Nicky interrupted my thoughts.

"I'm sorry Eric. I wanted to be strong for you but seeing all that blood just brought everything back to me. I am all right now," Nicky said.

"Would you like a glass of water?" I asked.

"No, I am fine," she said, "and besides, I am supposed to be taking care of you. I think we should get you up to bed and then I'll fix you some lunch and bring it up."

"I don't think that is a good idea," I said. "I don't think I am up to climbing those stairs right now and I don't think you need to be exposed to the mess at the bottom of the stairs again. I have an idea. Why don't you fix me a sandwich for my lunch and leave it in the refrigerator and then go back to work."

"I can't leave you here by yourself."

"Listen, I think you would feel much better if you didn't have to be here when they come to clean up the blood in the hall. I'll be fine. I will lie on the sofa and rest and when I get hungry I can get the sandwich," I said.

"I don't know. I just don't feel right about leaving you by yourself."

"I'll be fine," I said. "School starts next week and I know you still have a lot to do to get ready for the new school year. I will take it easy and I'll call you if I have any problems."

"When you get home tonight we can start cleaning up this mess," I said. At that moment I saw the stein. It was smashed into little pieces on the hearth of the fireplace. Nicky saw what I was looking at and began to cry.

"It's okay Nicky," I said. "The stein can be replaced. Now make me a sandwich and get out of here."

"Are you sure about this?"


"Okay then, I'll go to work," she said. "I think you are right, I would feel better being away from here until the foyer is cleaned. I can't look at that without feeling sick."

"That should be gone by the time you get home," I said.

Nicky did as I suggested and made the sandwich for me and put it into the refrigerator. Then she left for work.

The cleaners showed about an hour later, while I was eating my sandwich. I went to the door and let them into the foyer. The man who appeared to be in charge looked at the blood puddle on the floor.

"Is this all of it or are there more spots that need cleaning?" he asked me.

"That should be the only spot but you might check the stairs and the wall on the landing to see if there was any spatter up there," I answered.

"This should only take an hour to clean and deodorize. Whose blood is it?"


"Wow. Looks like at least two pints," he said. "You're lucky to be alive."

"How could you tell it was two pints?" I asked.

"I have had a lot of experience cleaning up crime scenes, after a while you just know," he said.

Crime scene... This was my home; it was difficult to think of it as a crime scene.

The cleaners began their work and I went back to the kitchen to finish my sandwich. When I had finished eating I put my plate into the sink and went back into the family room. I was about to sit down when I thought that I should check my safe to see if the burglars had broken into it. In our house there was a cabinet built into the wall above the fireplace. It was designed as a place to put a television. We had an entertainment center along an adjacent wall so I used the space over the fireplace for my safe. I didn't have much in the safe, just insurance policies, legal papers, savings bonds, and some stock certificates. I also had about one hundred dollars in cash in the safe.

The door to the cabinet was partially opened so I assumed that the burglars must have seen the safe but when I opened the door the safe appeared to be intact. There was no damage to the outside of the safe so it didn't look as though anyone had tried to break into it and it didn't appear that anyone had even tried to move it.

I opened the safe to check the contents and found that nothing was missing. That was a relief. I locked the safe again and closed the cabinet doors. For a moment I contemplated cleaning up the items broken and scattered around the room but I realized that I didn't have the energy so I lay down on the sofa and rested.

By the time Nicky came home from work the foyer was spotless. The coppery smell was replaced by the scent of cinnamon. I thought that was a strange scent to use as a deodorizer but I kind of liked it. I had thought that sending Nicky to work that day was a good idea but when she got home I wasn't so sure. She seemed very stressed out and agitated. It took twenty minutes and a large scotch to get her to relax.

When I asked her why she was so stressed out she began to cry.

"I just want this all to go away," she said. "I don't want to think about it anymore."

"I am sure the police will catch these guys soon," I said, but that didn't seem to comfort Nicky very much.

We didn't get around to doing any cleaning like I had planned. Nicky just wanted to sit close to me on the sofa all evening.

That night was the first time in two weeks that Nicky and I slept together but there was no sex. I wasn't physically up to it and Nicky seemed to be afraid to touch me anywhere other than to hold my hand or kiss my face. I didn't sleep well. I kept waking up thinking I was hearing someone in the house and every time I woke up I would find that Nicky was also awake.

Tuesday went better. I was feeling a little stronger and was able to walk down the stairs by myself. I had breakfast with Nicky and then I cleaned the kitchen while Nicky got ready for work. Later that morning Detective Trenca stopped by to see how I was doing and to get a list of anything that was stolen. While we talked I put on a pot of coffee.

"Did you make a list of what's missing?" Detective Trenca asked.

"No, I didn't because nothing seems to be missing." I said.

"Really?" Detective Trenca said with an ironic sound to his voice.

"You probably have already thought about this Detective, but I think there must have been at least two people involved," I said.

Detective Trenca seemed to be amused by that. "Why don't we get a little less formal? Call me Tony and if it's all right with you, I'll call you Eric."

"That's fine with me," I said.

"Okay then, Eric, let me hear your theory," Tony said.

"Well, we know someone was upstairs because he is the one who shot me. The fact that the downstairs was a mess, indicating that someone had searched the first floor, but nothing was missing, makes me think that whoever was searching the first floor bolted when he heard the gun shots or shortly thereafter. Otherwise why didn't they take the TV, the CD player or the DVD player? The safe is what really made me curious. Whoever searched the first floor obviously saw the safe so why didn't they try to bust it open or carry it away to open it somewhere else. Isn't a safe just the kind of thing a burglar would be looking for?" I posed.

"That's very good. I have been trying to figure that out myself. You may be right about the gun shots scaring them off," Tony said.

"Do you think there is another explanation?" I asked.

"I am just keeping my options open. Sometimes if you try too hard to make the facts fit your conclusion you will successfully come up with the wrong answer," Tony said and then smiled at me.

I waited to see if Tony would let me in on what he was thinking but I guess he didn't want me that involved in his investigation. By then the coffee had finished perking and I asked Tony if he had time for a cup.

"Love one," he said.

I poured two cups and took them into the family room and we sat down, me on the sofa and Tony on a wing chair facing me. I noticed him looking around the room at the mess left by the burglars.

"I guess I'll have to start cleaning this up after you leave," I said.

"I have seen a lot more damage done by burglars but I have also seen cases where nothing was out of place except the items that were stolen," Tony said.

Just then a question popped into my head that I didn't want to ask but I knew I had to.

"I guess by now that guy that shot me knows that I survived. Do you think it's likely that he'll come back and try to finish the job?" I asked.

"There is always that chance but I think it is highly unlikely. He knows you're alive but he also knows that you were not able to describe him. Coming after you now would just increase the chance of him getting caught. Are you worried?"

"Not so much for myself, but I am worried about Nicky's safety. I know she didn't sleep well last night and I think it's because she is worried that they might come back," I said.

"I can have the number of patrols through your neighborhood increased for a while if that would help,"

"It would, thanks."

I took a sip of my coffee and decided to change the subject.

"I see you are wearing a new suit today. How are things on the home front?" I asked.

"Much better, thank you. The wife has forgiven me for my stupidity," Tony said.

"Another woman?"

"Almost," Tony said. "Tracy caught me necking with another woman at a party. I had way too much to drink and this woman was flirting with me big time. I got a little carried away. Luckily, Tracy caught me before I went too far. As angry as she was for catching me necking it scares me to think what she would have done if she caught me doing the horizontal mambo with that woman. The only thing that saved my ass was that Tracy knows that I had never done anything like that before."

I was beginning to feel that Tony and I were becoming friends. Maybe I was misreading the situation but I definitely felt comfortable talking to him and he seemed relaxed around me. It's always nice to make new friends.

Tony stayed for a second cup of coffee and then had to leave when he got a call from police dispatch.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mess. There really wasn't all that much to clean up but I had to move slowly as I was still pretty weak. The saddest thing about the clean up was picking up the pieces of the beer stein Nicky had bought me in Germany. A lot of things had been tossed around the room but the stein was the only thing broken. It was almost as thought someone broke it just to be mean. Out of the thirteen mugs and steins on the shelf why was that particular stein the one that was broken? It was the most valuable and the only one that had significant sentimental value to me. I was beginning to get very pissed as I thought about it but then I remembered that I had also been shot three times. I decided to try and keep things in perspective.

When I was satisfied with the cleaning I had done on the first floor I went upstairs. I found it a little curious that nothing on the second floor appeared to be out of place. Nicky didn't have much in the way of expensive jewelry but what she had was in the case on top of her dresser. Nothing was missing. This led me to the conclusion that I must have come into the house just after the guy who shot me had gone upstairs, not giving him time to begin searching for valuables. It was beginning to look as though my timing, while causing me to get shot, had prevented the burglars from stealing anything from the house.

When Nicky got home from work that evening there was no longer any sign of what had taken place in the house just a week and a half earlier. When Nicky saw that I had cleaned the house she scolded me.

"You know you're still supposed to be taking it easy," she said.

"I couldn't just sit there and look at the mess any longer," I said. Besides, I felt pretty good all day."

"Well, you don't look so good right now," she said. "You look very pale. You just sit there while I make dinner. If you get up again I'll call Dr. Berger and tell him to put you back in the hospital." Nicky was smiling as she said it.

"Okay, I'll be a good boy," I said. "Please don't send me back to the hospital."

Nicky began to laugh at me. "Just sit while I get your dinner," she said.

After dinner Nicky took me up to bed and changed my bandages. We were both relieved that there didn't seem to be any bleeding or discharge from the wounds. Once she had the fresh bandages on me, Nicky gave me a very tender massage. I guess I had over done things a bit that day. I feel asleep before Nicky finished the massage.

Wednesday morning I got up and had breakfast with Nicky.

"Tonight is the open house for new students at the school," Nicky said. "I can probably get out of it if you would rather I stayed home."

"How late will you be?" I asked.

"It starts at seven o'clock and is scheduled to end at eight-thirty. I should be home by nine o'clock at the latest. I'll come home from school at four and fix dinner and change your bandages before I go to the open house. I'll have to leave here by six-thirty," Nicky said.

"I think you should go," I said. "We need to go on with our regular lives as much as we can,"

As Nicky prepared to leave for work I could see that something was bothering her. It was obvious to me that Nicky was still worried about me. When she came over to kiss me before she left for work, she hugged me a little longer and a little tighter than usual.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear.

"I love you too."

After Nicky left, the house was almost too quiet. I tried to think of something I could do to occupy myself but the only ideas that came to mind were things that would be too physically challenging for me in the condition I was in. I had overdone it the day before and I had promised Nicky and myself that I was going to take it easy that day. I decided to load up the CD player and put it on low. Then I got the Dean Koonce book I had bought recently but hadn't started yet and sat down to read.

I read until Nicky came home, stopping only long enough to eat lunch. Nicky was pleased that I had taken it easy all day but said that I should have put the book down for a couple of hours and taken a nap.

Nicky changed my bandages, fixed dinner and at six-thirty was ready to head over to the high school for the open house. When she left I went into the family room to watch television. Unfortunately the only shows on television were summer repeats so I turned the set off and sat. With nothing to occupy my mind I began to think about the burglary and the shooting again.

Something was beginning to bother me about the whole thing. If this was the team of burglars that Tony thought might be responsible, I couldn't understand how they would have left with nothing. It still wasn't obvious how they got into the house in the first place, which made me very uneasy.

The uneasy feeling I had made me get up and check the safe again. Maybe something was missing from the safe, something that I hadn't noticed on my first inspection. When I got the safe opened I went through all my folders and verified that nothing was missing, but I found that I had overlooked something on my first inspection. I stared at the two $300 vouchers from American Airlines and my legs got weak as the realization of what they meant slowly began to sink in.

I put them back into the safe and then sat down on the sofa to think things through given this new information. When I could come to no other conclusion I shouted out loud, "No fucking way... This cannot be happening. God damn it, Nicky, what have you done?"

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