Be Prepared
Copyright© 2025 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
Chapter 9
TWO MONTHS LATER
Were we naive to think that Jennifer and Drew would suddenly develop chemistry, a synergy that would benefit them both? You bet we were! I have spent the past two months mediating between my husband and his assistant.
Did we underestimate the amount of ADL (Activities Daily Living) care Jennifer needed? Hell, yes!
We don’t have a professional hoist like Jennifer had installed in her own home. Drew was the name we gave our hoist. Lifting her from her chair to the toilet or the bath appeared to be a real challenge for him.
Did we think Jennifer would understand Drew’s meltdowns and would act professionally about it? We changed our minds fast.
Was it Drew’s fault that the last two months were hell on earth for all four of us? No, of course not. Drew is Drew. And there is a limit to the stimuli he can handle. And he relies on the first two women in his life to protect him when things get overwhelming. When all daily routines and rules are suddenly gone, even a good fuck, correction: a wonderful fuck doesn’t do the job anymore.
Was it Jennifer’s fault that she ended up in a home with zero adjustments to her needs? Definitely not. She is not to blame for the autoimmune reaction that inflamed her spinal cord suddenly. It’s not her fault she has never met people like Drew before and has no clue how to handle that.
Were Joyce and I to blame for not foreseeing the hardship of this transition, a mistake that devoured a decade of both our lives? It depends if you think there should be SOMEONE to take the blame for this situation? Well. I volunteer. Bring it on.
If the initial signs aren’t misleading, it seems the crash course “How to Deal with Autistic People” is starting to pay off, and the training “People Sit in a Wheelchair for a Reason” finally seems to work. The moment they were both sitting at the kitchen table last week discussing Drew’s project felt like white smoke from the chimney of the Sistine Chapel for us.
Dear Miss Isis Thames,
You will probably get a lot of fan mail, being a famous porn star and such. My husband is a fan as well, but that’s not why I am writing you.
Drew (my husband) is a veritable genius. Next year he will be a professor of microbiology, and he’s only 17 years old. And within a year he will find a way to be extracted to the colonies where he will be able to finish his work. Professors at Uni tell us that his research might be a breakthrough in fighting the Sa’arm. Drew will likely be allowed to take 6 concubines with him.
I am not aware of your CAP score or sponsorship status, and I am also unsure of your level of interest. However, IF you are interested, Drew would be thrilled to have you as his concubine.
I have to warn you though that part of what Drew makes him a genius is undoubtedly his High Functioning Autism Disorder. He is without a shadow of a doubt the gentlest soul on Earth, but there is an instruction manual his mother and I are currently writing. The list of people who are on his shortlist is until now: me, his wife Sharon, Joyce, his mother, and Jennifer, his personal assistant. If you would like to join us, you would be very welcome.
Please let us know if you are interested.
Yours, Sharon Stone (not the actress).
Having completed her cleaning duties in the kitchen, Jennifer rolled into the living room. We removed some furniture to create a path for her wheelchair, and now she could easily move beside the couch where we were sitting. Drew sat in the armchair, facing the sofa. The TV remained off, which is typical these days. As a group, we really need to get closer, and the news was, sadly, a downer.
We were talking about CAP testing and my ideas about waiting as long as possible in an effort to raise Drew’s score. Jennifer was typically quiet. It wasn’t easy for her to come into our family as someone new, possibly feeling out of place, especially since she had to rely on us for her private, intimate, health care.
We were all surprised when she suddenly spoke up, “I think you all should take your CAP test as soon as possible.”
“Don’t you think his scores might increase if Drew had some time to gain some experience dealing with a group of his chosen concubines? It’s the reason we’ve wanted to wait all along.” I said.
“No, I think it’s a terrible idea, actually. Suppose there is a pickup at the Uni tomorrow? They wouldn’t even consider Drew since he doesn’t have a CAP card. There is no risk in taking the test now. The sooner, the better.”
She could tell from our body language that we didn’t agree, even though we didn’t say it out loud. She bent forward to look us in the eye. “What are you afraid of? That if he took the test now, he wouldn’t even score enough to be a sponsor? Or his score would be low enough to take only two concubines with him? You are building this whole whorehouse around him without even knowing if you can keep all those promises you are making. Do you think that is fair to his future concubine volunteers? You need to know where you stand, Drew. If your score isn’t enough to be a sponsor, so be it. If you are allowed only two girls with you, you will have to choose like anyone else in the same position would have to do. I think you girls are putting too much emphasis on the rooster that’s keeping all his hens in line. Boys, 14 or 15 years old, virgins mostly, what do they know about being held responsible for their future concubines?”
“That is the longest speech I have heard you make in this room since you came here, Jenny. I think it’s wonderful that you feel you can say what’s on your mind. Please keep doing that. You are as much a part of this family as we are. And you have a point. Perhaps we didn’t want to face the outcome of the test just yet,” said Joyce.
Jennifer cut in, “Fear is a poor advisor in circumstances such as these.”
“You are right again. I propose a vote. Who is in favour of doing the CAP test as soon as possible? Drew?” Joyce asked him.
“I am all for it. Better to know now than later.” He said, to my great surprise.
“Jenny?”
“In favour, It’s better to gain some clarity now, in my opinion.” Jennifer said.
“Sharon?”
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