Chapter 8

The next three weeks were intense.

Dale had to remind his brain which nerves were for what. He still suffered a lot of pins and needle sensations, spasms and cramps. They re-devised a new training regime that spread out over the day, so they worked in short sessions but did more of them.

Terry asked Jake if he could reduce Dale’s hours a little. Jake agreed and decided on meetings in the morning between nine and twelve would suffice. They would only schedule afternoon meetings if Terry agreed.

Terry reduced her workload to spend more time with Dale. She massaged him several times a day to keep the cramps under control when his nerves got in a muddle. They did little exercises with his feet, calves and thighs to remind the brain which part was which.

The one group of muscles he mastered first was in relation to his cock. They were both amused that he had little trouble getting a hard-on. The frequency of his erections also had him feeling like a randy teenager. In fact, he couldn’t remember being this horny when he was a teenager.

The hardest hard-on that he had trouble controlling was when he was having a crap. The first time he really felt the cold toilet seat under his arse had him hard as a post. The joy of feeling his arse muscles move while he defecated almost made him come.

He ended up wanking himself off just for the hell of it.

Bob was delighted to learn that Dale was learning to walk.

He scrounged a heap of 25mm round stainless steel pipe. He cut and shaped supports for every 3m length and using flat bars to support them. He built a set of rails that ran in a flat-bottomed ‘U’ shape around Dale’s backyard.

They delighted in calling it the racetrack. Bob got hold of some fake grass and placed it under the bars, so Dale had an even footing. Bob marked off the runs in 5m lengths so Dale could set a goal for each day.

While Terry encouraged from the front, Bob happily trailed behind so Dale could flop into the wheelchair when he had enough. Bob or Sally checked on Dale when Terry had to work, and she had taught them the best ways to relieve Dale’s cramps.

Dale had Sally’s phone number on speed dial should he need them in a hurry. Terry and the Hahns were amazed by how much effort Dale was putting into getting back on his feet.

At least when Terry said, ‘That’s enough,’ he obeyed her. He was smart enough to know that if he pushed too hard, he could hurt himself and set back his recovery. Terry thought Dale was working towards getting his old life back.

Dale, however, was working towards the reward she had promised him and all the things he wanted to do to her, once he functioned as a complete man again. Dale also desperately wanted to stand at his wedding after he had convinced her to marry him.

Dale had to smile at Bob and Sally. If he had been looking for surrogate parents, he couldn’t have done better than them. It had been only recently that he had begun to realise just how much they had done for him over the years that he has been their neighbour.

They took joy in his achievements, and they were there to commiserate when he fell. They did as many trivial things for him as Terry did and never expected compensation.

They treated him as if he were their son.

Dale knew that the fact he was learning to walk would reduce his payout from the accident, but he didn’t care.

The Haul Company and Workers Comp had paid all his medical bills up to date, and the lawyer had suggested they would agree to two million if they paid him now. If he failed to learn to walk or had a relapse, they would double it later.

Dale was more than happy to agree just to get it finalised. He didn’t really need the money at this point, as he had paid off the house and had put some money away. The extra nest egg would just mean that if things did go wrong, then he wouldn’t be strapped for cash later.

Three weeks after he had first made love to Terry, he took great delight in crawling between her legs unaided. He had stopped to sup on her cunnie, and once he got her squirming, he had crawled over her and fucked her for all he was worth.

He wallowed in the various sensations of feeling his legs work and his hips flex, as he drove his hot, hard cock into her. He wasn’t sure who came first or who came the hardest, but it was definitely a fuck he would remember.

He even took delight in flopping back onto the bed beside her, so he didn’t squash her. Terry had giggled at his happiness in performing a task many men took for granted. He wasn’t quite up for doggy yet, but he didn’t think it was that far into the future.

By the end of the sixth week, he was able to walk around inside the rails while barely touching them. Funnily, he had found it easier to jog than walk. He also found the jogging actually sped up the progress with the walking.

He did have to be more careful with his left leg as it tended to shake more. He got more sharp pains and then severe pins and needle sensations in that leg and foot. Also, his left hip would ache if he pushed too hard or stood for too long.