Chapter 3

Dan stopped sucking Moira's big toe for a moment and rubbed his groin with one hand. His eyes had a hectic glint.

"Tell me Mo, you really don't feel anything? I tried to do my best. Do you feel my tongue now?"

Moira let out a groan and covered her face with both hands. Her fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

"I asked you something, Mo. It would be nice if you answer my question." Dan knocked on her ankle, then licked her rosy heel and smiled sheepishly.

"There is a tingling sensation in my foot but otherwise...

"What, tell me honey, I would like to know everything!"

"Nothing, except tingling."

"Gosh! You might have damaged your spine. My poor little girl!" He sniffed her instep, then rubbed his nose on it.

"I can't believe all this is happening," Moira wailed meekly.

"I was right, I was right," Dan blabbered excitedly. "I knew you would move, making the things worse. You poor stupid girl!"

"What are you going to do?" Moira asked apprehensively.

"You will see. I have a terrific idea ... but for the time being I'm going to focus on you gorgeous paralyzed leg. By the way, is your right leg still functioning?

Moira bent her right knee slightly, checking its mobility.

"Bravo, Mo! Maybe things are not that bad after all.

"I'm hurt pretty bad, Dan. I need to be in a hospital," Moira explained as calmly as she could.

"It suits a pretty girl like you to be hurt pretty bad," Dan said thoughtfully.

"You are mad!"

Dan grinned like an idiot before looking at Moira straight in the eyes. Then he started massaging the sole of her lifeless foot. His motions were gentle and controlled. It seemed that he was trying to soothe Moira.

"Dan?"

"What, sweetie?"

"I think I'm going to pass out."

Dan raised his brow, then smiled mildly and patted her calf.

"Tell me, what do you feel?"

"I think my pelvis is shattered, completely crushed. I can't bear the pain anymore." Tears started to roll on her pale cheeks.

Dan put her foot gently on the ground and drew closer to her upper body. Moira gave out a squeal and instinctively lifted her hands to protect herself.

"Oh, Mo! I'm not going to hurt you; I'm your friend already." He caressed her hands and started kissing the tips of her fingers. Moira was staring at him with her teary eyes.

"Dan, I need to be hospitalized immediately. I'm going to die if...

"Stop it, Moira! Don't try to persuade me! There is no turning back."

"But ... it would be nice ... you would sit by the side of my bed...

"No!" Dan grunted angrily. He slipped his hand under the hem of her skirt, reaching for her crotch. Moira tried to stop him, but she was too weak ... and too broken. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down. "I feel your pussy, I feel it, it is moist. You like it all, don't you? You little bitch!

"Dan, please stop! You hurt me!" She was crying, screaming and flailing her arms frantically.

Dan froze and withdrew his hand, his face reddening. He had never felt so confused.

"Is something broken down there? There is a swelling, I felt it. The lips ... oh, the lips.

"I told you, bastard! My pelvis is shattered into pieces!"

"I'm sorry, hon, I'm so sorry. I won't touch you there anymore. You know what? You need to be placed in a cast."

"What?!"

"I think you would look great in plaster."

"The doctors probably..."

"Me, Moira, me."