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Chapter 9: Home is Where the Ramp Is
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: Home is Where the Ramp Is - 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
It was the Saturday scheduled for the big house-finding expedition. Shari parked her red van in the blue ♿ parking spot by the front door of Sam’s facility. The van’s side door slid open, and a ramp extended out, like a tongue.
Vern pushed Sam up the ramp and parked him behind the front two seats, between the sliding side doors of the van. Shari’s chair was parked (and clamped down) behind the steering wheel, and Vern sat to her right in the front passenger seat.
“Here we go. Vern, direct me to the first house for today.”
Three Hours Later.
“Sam, Shari, we have seen and reviewed every property on my list. How about we find a restaurant and decompress?”
“You’re on, cousin,” answered Shari. “Let’s go to Andretti’s for some pasta, Sam’s treat. OK?”
Forty Minutes Later.
“Ah, that hit the spot. Vern, your choices were just right for me today. I’m sure we could have a big discussion and charts with pros and cons.
“But I’ve made up my mind, I want to offer on the third house we saw, the one on Walnut Street. Here’s why: all of today’s houses were accessible, with ramps up to the front door’s threshold. But the third house had extra amenities for someone in a wheelchair. The hallways and doors are wide, there’s no carpet, and the kitchen and bathroom counters are lowered.
“It is the most recently built, so I anticipate few problems with plumbing, electrical, and so on. Last, it’s on a quiet street only three blocks long.
“I call for a vote: all in favor?”
Three hands were raised. It was decided.
“Vern, you have my complete endorsement to negotiate the sale. I honestly don’t care how we get there, but I want that house. We can go above the asking price, if necessary, but I’m confident you’ll work out a good deal for me. Tell them we’ll pay in cash, the entire negotiated price.”
Shari exclaimed, “Woof! You own a gold mine or something?”
“No, I heard from an insurance company I had forgotten about. We had taken out a life insurance policy on Lila when we were paying our mortgage. The premiums were automatically deducted from Lila’s paychecks, so I didn’t see them and forgot all about the policy.”
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