Abbie’s Chair
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Chapter 2: Jenny Wants to Know
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2: Jenny Wants to Know - It starts with a hornet and goes downhill from there. Meet Abbie, her sarcastic kids Ty and Lacie, steady George, and Jenny (Ty's sexy girlfriend) as they navigate romances, family chaos, and a health-care "system" that leaves Abbie struggling with a treatable disability. Even in embarrassing situations, they refuse to stop loving and laughing.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor FemaleDom Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Big Breasts
Jenny noticed Ty coming to her door. He asked, “Hey, baby; have you eaten?”
“Breakfast? Yes. You? Not yet. Oh, look at your face—I love to tease you, Ty.”
“You’re unbelievable, Jenny—in the best way. From what you said, I’m guessing we’re alone.”
“No, my father is in his home office and insists I can disturb him only if the house is on fire. By that, he means only if there are actual flames. He comes out of his office from time to time for food, squinting at the sunlight like a nocturnal animal.”
“But you love each other.”
“Sure. We have to, since I have no mother.”
“Uh, I’m sorry. Did you tell me what happened to her?”
“Ty, don’t apologize. She’s not dead as far as I know, but she disappeared for good as soon as I was weaned. That’s what Dad tells me. Her loss.”
“Your loss, too. That reminds me, in the van this morning George invited us to dinner tonight.”
“Your mother’s boyfriend?”
“That’s him. He’s around all the time now. He even threatened to propose to Mom.”
“You’re opposed?”
“No. I want my Mom to be happy, and George has been nothing but supportive. How about we make some coffee and I’ll tell you the story?”
“OK, if it’s a good story, I might reward you with something more than coffee.”
“Have you ever heard of a bunion? No? It’s a misleadingly funny name for a painful foot deformity where the bones supporting the big toe shift outward, creating a painful bump on the side of the foot. Mom’s was way worse. From what I understand, the bones first slipped out of position, and then they just crumbled. It put Mom into a wheelchair; she can stand but she can’t walk. It’s her right foot, so she can’t drive.”
“Poor Abbie! Hey, the coffee’s ready. Remind me how you take it.”
“When I’m at a coffee shop, I ask for two Splendas and two creams. Here, I’ll take whatever you have like that.”
She gave Ty a large mug with milk and a tablespoon of sugar. He took a careful sip and thanked her.
“This is delicious. Perfect. So, from the beginning, then. Needing transportation, my mother found this app for a ride-hailing service called Lyft. It’s a competitor of Uber, and their app had an obvious setting for her to require a wheelchair-compatible vehicle.
“Over and over, the app sent her George and his van. After a while, they became friendly and they worked out a person-to-person arrangement separate from the company to save money. With me so far?”
“Of course.” Jenny took another sip of her coffee. Ty did also.
Ty put down his coffee and took hold of Jenny’s free hand.
“Here’s where things get dicey, and you have to promise to keep what I tell you now strictly private, yes?”
“I promise, Ty. Go ahead.”
“George had arrived to pick up Mom. As usual, he asked her to stand by the door while he took the chair and loaded it in the back. But just then some kind of vicious flying insect like a hornet stung her on her bad leg, which folded up beneath her and she fell and rolled off into some bushes below.”
“Oh, no!”
Jenny held up her hand then slugged down the rest of her coffee in two full swallows, as if building strength to hear the rest of Abbie’s story. “Tell me, was she injured?”
“Yeah, she was. But not right away. I’ll explain. George heard her screams and rushed to her side, helping her back up out of the bushes and into the van’s passenger seat. She was shaken but not hurt, and the sting must have healed fairly quickly.”
“So far, I’m not hearing anything that should be private, Ty.” Jenny searched Ty’s face, trying to understand.
“That’s the next bit. Mom didn’t know, but those bushes she fell into included poison oak and the oil got all over her hands. We’ve always been very open with each other and much later she told me after she got home, she went to bed and, well, played alone.”
“And forgot to wash her hands. I see where this is going.”
“It was awful, much worse than you might think. Beyond the terrible rash, she was wheezing, short of air, and her face was swollen along with the rash.”
“Oh my God, Ty. She’s your only parent. It has to have been terrifying to see her so miserable.” Jenny’s eyes were wide and beginning to water; she gripped his hand tightly.
“I was pacing the kitchen and eyeing the phone. Finally, the pain got so bad that she called George for help. Oh, I forgot. I need to explain: we didn’t have any health insurance. That’s why she didn’t have surgery to fix her foot, and she wouldn’t go to hospital emergency for treatment. I guess she became so frightened and so miserable she was thinking George would take her to emergency anyway for some kind of charity care.”
Jenny shook her head. “Ty, I would have insisted George take her right then, and if he couldn’t or didn’t, I would have dialed 9-1-1. Trust me, good mothers don’t grow on trees. And she didn’t tell you about the misery below her waist?”