Chapter 3

Dinner was a strange event. I mean the food was great and all, and Katelyn was talkative and all; but she was in a mood I’d never seen before. When dinner was finished, I started to help pick up the dishes and she shooshed me away. “Go into your room. Let me clean up and I’ll be there when I finish.”

In that moment I decided to be bold, I decided to take a chance, and I limped up to her as best as I could. I had no idea why she was acting the way she was, but I wanted to show her exactly how I felt about her change from this morning. Once I was standing directly in front of her, I moved my walker off to the side and slipped my arms around her. She felt good and I liked the feeling of having a woman, especially Katelyn in my arms again.

She looked at me and grinned, “What’s this?” she asked.

I deadpanned, “It’s me. I’m putting my arms around you.” I drew her close. “This is called a hug. Basically, the idea is for you to put your arms around me at the same time and we squeeze; together. Gently. Then it’s called hugging. It’s fun. Try it!”

She giggled and as she slipped her arms around me, she told me, “Good call. By the way, I know what a hug is. What I meant was why now?” Katelyn moved her body against me, still grinning.

“Because I adore you. I know you may not be ready to hear those words, but it is how I feel. I think you are a very beautiful woman, and I wanted to show you how I felt.” I drew her tight to my chest and kissed the nape of her neck. “God, you smell good.”

With her arms still around me, she tilted her head back, “You seem to be feeling better.”

“Yes, I feel much better with you in my arms. How about you finish and then come see me in the back room?”

“Go sit. I’ll be there in a second.”

On the way to the back room, (I still thought of it as the back room and not my bedroom) my bedroom was on the second floor, and the bed was a lot bigger and much more comfortable. On the way back to the room, I stopped off in my office and retrieved my pipe. I hadn’t had anything to smoke since the night before the accident, and I decided I wanted to take a couple of puffs and relax. In case things aren’t clear, I wasn’t referring to smoking tobacco. Besides, now I bet I could qualify for medical weed with all the things that have happened to me.

I found my pipe and found some grass hidden inside my desk. I refilled the pipe and, with a lighter, headed back to “my room”. I settled back in one of my big old comfortable leather chairs and lit my pipe. With the very first puff I could tell I hadn’t smoked in a long, long time. By the second hit I was flying high. I had just exhaled the second puff when Katelyn walked into the room. She sniffed the air and smiled at me. “Damn. I haven’t’ done that since high school. May I have a puff?”

I extended the pipe to her, and she took a couple of hits. After she placed the pipe on the mantel she came over and sat on the arm of the chair next to me. It felt like I sat and stared up at her for a long time; however, it probably was just a few seconds. I just wanted to sit and drink in her beauty. Finally, she looked at me and asked, “What are you looking at?”

“You!” I replied.

“Why?” She frowned.

“Because I think you are a knockout. You have a cute face and a drop-dead body, and I think you are a very sexy woman. You, my friend, are a classy lady.”

“I’m too fat.” She sprouted in return.

I couldn’t help it and my voice took on a little tinge of anger. “Would you knock that off? I’m so tired of hearing you say that. Katelyn, you’re not fat. To me, you’re a very sexy woman. I adore your body size and profile. You’re perfect for me.” I winked at her and continued, “I’ll admit I’ve only seen you from the waist down,” When I said that her face started to turn red, “and I can only guess at what your breasts look like, but when I look down your blouse, they look just fine so far.” She gently reached over and slapped my chest. I extended my hand and she took it. I continued, “But I really like your ass, and I think your tummy is just right. Your pussy lips are to die for, and I love the way your clit sticks out.”

Katelyn hung her head and looked at the floor. I thought I saw a tear slipping down her cheek. “Hey! Hey, what did I say?” I asked fearfully.

Her voice was just a whisper, and I had to strain to hear her words. “My pussy is ugly. My lips are way too long and my clit is gross.”

My words jumped out before I had a chance to think, and after I said them, I regretted how rough my voice has sounded. “God damn it I’m tired of hearing that too. Who the fuck told you that anyway?” My words had come out as a snarl.

Katelyn recoiled at the tone of my voice and withdrew her hand. She sat for a moment then she got up and came and sat in the chair next to me. When she finally spoke to me it was in a tone so soft I had to strain to hear her. “Okay, here goes. Remember I told you about the guy from the hospital; the former patient I umm...?” Her voice dropped off as I nodded. “Not that it matters, but his name was Steven.” She made a small nervous grin.

“Anyway, one of the reasons Steven broke up with me was ‘cause he said my pussy was gross. He said my vagina was ugly; he called it deformed, and then he told me I stunk. He said I had ‘an abnormal and foul-smelling cunt’, those were exact words.” I could see what a difficulty time she was having telling me about this. I reached over and gently squeezed one of her hands.