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Chapter 6: Shari
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Shari - In a terrible car crash, college professor Sam loses the love of his life, his wife Lila. Disabled by the impact, he must learn how to navigate for himself, with the help of a beautiful new friend, who is herself in a wheelchair. Her whole life has been celibate, not by choice. Being in the chair makes her sex-invisible, she believes. Will that be Sam's fate, as well? (Revised 2/22/2023)
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex White Couple First Oral Sex Hairy
(Two days later.) The front desk called: “Sam, you have a visitor.”
Sam greeted Shari with a warm smile and thanked her for coming. “Join me in our elegant dining lounge, please.” They rolled off to the drab cafeteria, where Shari rolled her eyes.
“Elegant dining lounge, huh. So, Vern told me a little about you. I’m sorry for your loss, of course. But please, why am I here?”
“Let me answer you directly, then. Although I hope, later, we can have a more relaxed conversation. I need help and advice, from somebody who knows, how to best navigate my new life on wheels.”
“Because although so much was taken from me, I do have plenty of money.”
“For example, I want to get a van like yours with a ramp, so I can drive myself from place to place. I have reasonable use of my right leg so I can work the brake and gas pedals, and no deficits above the waist, so I can be confident behind the wheel.”
“I want to hire an aide, who can come into my home and help keep things tidy and also help me with my physical therapy and exercise.”
“And I need an advisor, who knows how the disability programs work and will help me deal with the bureaucrats and agencies without losing my mind.”
“Finally, I would like someone to talk to, who can help me understand what it’s really like to be disabled in a world of walkers. And to call the shrink for me when I’m overwhelmed.”
Softly, “Some days I can’t imagine living on without my Lila.”
Sam fell silent, his eyes wet and directed towards a nearby wall, but not seeing. Then he shook his head as if to clear it and looked back at Shari.
“Sam, you want to hire a kind of ‘disability consultant,’ and you thought it could be ME? I don’t know if I am annoyed, confused, interested, sympathetic, or all of the above. Do you know anything about me, other than I’m in this chair? No, you don’t.
“Here’s your first lesson, Sam. I am not this chair. The chair is not me. I am a woman. A woman who uses a chair. Just the same way, you are not your chair. You’re a professor, I hear. You didn’t stop being that just because you got busted up by a truck.
“The English language is really bad about this. I think of myself as a person with a disability, not a disabled person. The distinction is important. You are not a wheelchair. And, also, you’re not a widower, that’s a label, not an identity.
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