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A Good Break

By: orie



I should have known better. After all, I'm not a kid. I'm a thirty-five year old man with a company to run. 

Still, I thought it would be fun. A day away from the office--a sunny day, cold with a groomed layer of new snow. I dug my snowboard, boots and helmet out of the closet and headed north.

The second run of the day turned out to be my last. I caught an edge, went airborne and flew headfirst toward a sheet of hardpacked snow and ice on the trail's border. I wanted to protect my face and put out my arms to break my fall. I saved my face, but broke my left wrist and elbow, right forearm and tore my right rotator cuff. In short, I broke myself.

I'll omit all the gory details, but two days later I was propped up in a hospital bed back in my city. My left arm was casted from below my wrist to my upper arm, with my elbow bent at a ninety degree angle. My right was in a cast from just above my wrist to above my elbow and I had one of those weird slings that immobilized my right shoulder. Basically, I was useless from the beltline up.

My doctor was giving me the "good news"

"Josh, you did some real damage, but I can promise you in a couple months you will be out of these casts and with aggressive physical therapy, in a year you will be back to functioning normally."

The only things I really heard were "casts" and "a couple months."

I was still in a fog when the social worker appeared. She said I would be discharged in a day. Yeah, insurance doesn't want you hanging around a hospital when you can suffer at home.

She said I had two options. She could find a nursing home or try to line up some home care assistance. I envisioned me in a nursing home with a bunch of 80 year-olds and asked if we could work on home care assistance. I was a bit dismissive.

"Look I've got a business to run and can't imprisoned in some nursing home. Just get me out of here and I can manage by myself. I'm a big boy, Miss Adams

"Mr. Jenkins, you do realize that for all practical purposes you are completely incapacitated. I mean you can walk, but you will need assistance with dressing, bathing, eating, and, unfortunately, toileting."

The extent of my condition sunk in. In short, I was screwed. I was tempted to let her have it with both barrels, which is my usual way of dealing with frustration—kill the messenger. But, I guess the painkillers dulled my killer instinct.

I asked her what to do. She said my insurance would cover some home care assistance. She would try to line up a couple people, since I would need help multiple times during the day and have someone available seven days a week.

"Are you married?"

"Divorced," I told her.

"Anyone at home who can help?"

"Live alone."

"Well, let me get to work and I'll see you tomorrow. Is there anything I can do now?"

I thought for a second and asked, "Could you call my assistant at my office and tell her to come down?"

"You mean, Kerry?"

I nodded with some amazement.

"She's been waiting to see you for a while. We had to let the doctor visit and then we needed our time together. I'll ask her to come in now." I noticed her choice of verb over my wording to "tell" her to come in.

In a minute, Kerry was standing by my bed. The look on her face told me I must appear awful.

"Gosh, Boss, you had us all worried," she said. "Thank god you will be all right."

I laughed and said with more sarcasm than she deserved, "Sure, I'll be just fine—in two months and then more months of rehab. So if you think that is 'all right' then you get the prize for Pollyanna of the Year."

"Sorry, Boss, I didn't mean..."

"Forget it, Kerry," I said seeing her dismay. I made an effort to try to be nice. "I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I'm happy you're here. It's nice to see a friendly face."

Kerry blushed a bit. She was the best administrative assistant I ever had and probably the best of any office in the city. She was efficient, intuitive, calm and bright. She managed the shitstream that flowed my way so that I could focus on what was important. I had come to depend on her and she showed loyalty beyond what I probably deserved. I probably never told her how good she was, but that was me, Josh the Prick.

We had a cordial but rather formal relationship. Owning and managing an ad agency meant dealing with lots of egos. Everyone thought he or she was the only reason the agency was successful. Therefore, everyone was on a first name basis and tried to impress me, which really means they were all trying to screw someone else and increase their prestige in the office. My staff were not evil people, but fairly typical of our sort of the barracudas in our business.

I had tried on numerous occasions to have Kerry call me Josh instead of Mr. Jenkins. She just couldn't do it. The best she could bring herself to do was call me 'Boss'. 

She was probably six years younger than I, but at times she seemed older. I accepted her sense of propriety and we got along great.

I told her what the social worker had explained to me. I could not remain detached from the business for two months or there would be no business left. Not only would the inmates be running the asylum, but they would also probably turn into cannibals and leave me with nothing but the carcass of an agency.

"Kerry, we will need to set up a remote office for me at my apartment. Have it wired it to the max. I'll work from my laptop and..."

Kerry looked at my immobilized arms.

I realized there would be no working a keyboard in this condition.

"Kerry, you've got to figure something out."

"No problem, Boss," she said smiling. I knew she loved a challenge.

"First, I want to talk to that social worker," she said. "We can't just have some ditz coming in to care for you. Then, I'll work out the details for a highly functioning office. I'll need your keys and be on my way."

I had her look in the bedside table. She found them and other personal effects. She scooped them all up to prevent any possible theft. She waved and breezed out of the room.

For the first time since I woke up after surgery I began to feel a twinge of confidence. If anyone could make this work, Kerry could.

The next day the social worker was back with all sorts of info. She told me Kerry gave her precise instructions on what was needed. I sensed she was a tad put out, but admitted Kerry had great insight.

She had lined up a woman whom she considered the best. She would come by this afternoon to meet me and begin to work on a plan. She was still looking for a second person and hoped to have some progress later in the day. She told me she had convinced the discharge coordinator that I needed one more day in hospital. I would be discharged tomorrow morning.

After a male nurse came in and gave me a sponge bath, put me on the bedpan and took it away, I was dozing when I sensed someone.

Kerry was sitting by my bed working on her iPad.

"Hi, Boss, did you get some rest."

I nodded and asked for an update.

"Right. Well, I checked with the nurses and they said you could move your fingers but couldn't do much with your arms. So, I'm working with Carl to rig up something so you can use your phone and maybe a couple other gadgets. We've got a camera set up for conferencing and Carl installed a new speaker phone in your room. I also ordered one of those beds that tilt up. It's not a hospital bed and the nurses said that would be a lot more comfortable and work just as well. The only one in stock that I could get delivered today is a queen. I checked with Chief and she Ok'd the expenses. By the way, she says hi and promised to stop by later to see you."

"Chief" was our chief financial officer and my ex-wife. We were married for eight years until she felt it was time to let her "other self" free. This was her way of saying she wanted a divorce and was moving in with her girlfriend. It was tough losing a wife, but losing her to a woman took some getting used to. Lola was a minority partner in our agency and a superior financial manager. So, we decided to keep our business arrangement and dump our domestic one. Actually, we've become really good friends since we split. I even like her new lover, Janice. 

Since, Kerry could not possibly call the boss's wife by her first name, she started calling her Chief, short for chief financial officer. It stuck and now everyone, including me, called her Chief in the office.

Kerry also had interviewed the prospective care assistant on the phone and checked all her references. She was satisfied and if I agreed after meeting her, she recommended I should hire her.

Later that afternoon, a tall black woman entered my room. She introduced herself as Botwani Alhamis. She had a natural dignity and I immediately called her Mrs. Alhamis. She called me Mr. J.

She was probably about 10 years older than I, but looked younger than her years. She kept her hair cropped close to her scalp and her skin was clear and shiny. With her easy smile and warm manner, I felt I would be in good hands. She came to America ten years ago from Sudan. She informed me she had a younger sister who would be willing to come by on weekends and when she needed to be away. She assured me her sister was reliable. I agreed to hire her and her sister and now had a plan for home care.

The trip from the hospital to my third-floor apartment was stressful and awkward, but after an hour or so, I was resting in my new bed, surrounded by technology.

Kerry had Carl rig up one of those adjustable hospital tray tables so that it was the right height to slip under my casted arms. He had strips of Velcro stuck to the table. On top he had my mobile phone, TV remote, controller for the bed, remote for my thermostat and a new remote. I asked Kerry about it. 

She took it and pressed Power. The flat screen TV positioned across the room in perfect position for my viewing popped on and I was looking at my outside door. She showed me how to press to talk to the person and how to buzz someone in. Carl had coded a second release for my apartment door. He had also rigged up the speaker phone, sitting on my nightstand, so I could talk and hear the visitors through the intercom.

"I figured we'd better keep the remotes attached with Velcro to the table just in case you bumped one. I programmed your phone to speed dial the office, my cell, my apartment, Mrs. Alhamis' phone and Chief's cell. If you want any other numbers let me know. I also set the default to speaker phone. So, you can just push and talk." She also had the power cord attached and plugged in.

I should have been amazed at her ability to anticipate all my needs, but nothing Kerry does surprises me.

I was exhausted and fell asleep with my bed tilted up. I thought I would never get used to sleeping on my back, but fatigue is a great motivator.

I awoke to find Mrs. Alhamis standing by my bed. She was taking my temp with a digital instrument in my ear. 

"You know, Mr. J., I am not a nurse, but I can check your vital signs. If something seems off, I will call a nurse at my agency. So not to worry."

I felt comfortable with her assurances. That comfort almost immediately evaporated with her next sentence.

"So, have you moved your bowels or urinated since you've been home?"

I admit to being somewhat squeamish about bodily functions, especially what I still call Number 2. I know it's part of being human, but if I did not have to think about it, I would be a happy man.

I shook my head in response to her question.

"Ok, today we will use the bedpan and urinal. Tomorrow, when you are not a tired man, I will help you to the bathroom. You need to move around anyway. So, now, I think you should do the urine."

Mrs. Alhamis slid on exam gloves from a box she had placed on the table. She pulled down my covers. I was wearing flannel PJ bottoms. I was bare-chested since no clothes would fit over my combination of casts.

She asked me to lift my bottom a bit and then slid my PJs to my knees. I was not wearing underwear. I felt totally mortified. To be so exposed to a woman like Mrs. Alhamis was more than embarrassing.

She acted like it was no big thing. She positioned the urinal between my legs and lifted my penis and inserted it into the neck of the vessel. 

"Sometimes it is difficult to do the urine if someone is watching. I will be outside working on my notes. Just call me when you are done."

After a few seconds, I was able to relax and let my bladder empty itself. I called out and Mrs. Alhamis returned.

She moved the urinal away and set it on the table. She then opened a sterile wipe and efficiently cleaned the tip of my penis, pulling back the foreskin and making sure no germs were there. She pulled my PJs back up and covered me. 

"No bowel movements now?" she asked.

I assured her I was fine.

She noted the amount in the urinal, made an entry into my chart and carried the bottle to the bathroom.

I heard her in the kitchen and she soon returned with a tray. She placed it on the other hospital table that Kerry had obtained, after rolling aside the one with my remotes.

She fed me tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, accompanied by a glass of ginger ale.

When I was finished, she gave me two sleeping pills and my other meds and turned off the light. 

As she repositioned my remote table so I could reach all my gadgets, she said, "You will sleep well tonight, Mr. J. I see you early tomorrow morning."

She was right on both accounts.

Mrs. Alhamis arrived at 6:30 a.m. She asked me if I wanted to try to walk to the bathroom. Both my bladder and my bowel were all for the idea. She raised the back of the bed until I was sitting straight up. She then swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Letting me rest there until I was accustomed to being upright, she reached for a thick leather belt with large metal loops positioned around it.

"I will put this on you, please," she said. "Then I have something to hold onto as we walk."

Using the belt for leverage, she pulled me forward until my feet touched the floor. I tried standing but immediately felt light-headed. She put two hands in the loops of the belt and steadied me. As she moved backwards, I baby-stepped my way toward the bathroom. A journey I had made thousands of times now seemed to be an odyssey. Finally, we reached the bathroom. She helped me turn so my back was to the toilet.

"I think today you should be seated. Once you get used to walking, you can stand as usual to do the urine."

Mrs. Alhamis kept one hand on the belt as the other pulled the drawstring on my PJs. In a second they were at my ankles and I was standing naked in front of her. Holding me with the belt, she helped me ease down onto the toilet seat. My penis rested on the seat. She placed a gloved hand on it and let it drop below.

"I be back in a few minutes. Please to call if there is a problem."

She left but did not close the door.

I let nature take its course. After finishing I realized I could not flush or use the toilet paper.

I called for Mrs. Alhamis.

"All done? Good!"

She reached around me to grab the back of my belt and telling to push up, helped me stand. Once I had my balance, she discretely wiped me and flushed. She told me to step out of my PJs and we walked back to my room.

She settled me in bed and left only to return with a basin of warm, soapy water. She gave me a sponge bath. She maintained her smile all through her work. 

I was embarrassed both for me and her, as once again she pushed back my foreskin and wiped my tip with the washcloth.

"I'm sorry you have to do this," I said. "It can't be comfortable having to wash a man like this. I mean, down there."

She chuckled.

"No problem, Mr. J. A man's penis is just part of his body. Like anything we get used to it. I tell you a little secret. My husband, Innocentus, he has a penis like yours. So many Americans have the cutting. I don't understand, but then I was not born here. "

She finished my penis and washed my scrotum. In any other circumstance having an attractive woman touching me in an intimate way would have resulted in an immediate reaction. Fortunately, nothing happened.

She helped me pull on clean bottoms and settled me back in bed. Chief had dropped off a half-dozen pair of sleeping bottoms before I arrived home. With my remote I adjusted the thermostat and increased the temperature. Since I was bare-chested, I wanted the apartment warm. 

After breakfast, Mrs. Alhamis said she would be going. 

"I have been thinking about the shower," she said. "Your hair will need to be washed soon. I can't get your casts and bandages wet, but I think I have an idea. When I come tomorrow, we try. Ok?"

As she was leaving I heard Kerry coming in.

"Hey, Boss, felling better?"

I assured her I was. She proceeded to bring me up to date on my agency.

She read me all my emails and I dictated responses. She reviewed the phone calls and took notes on how to respond. There were certain calls I needed to do myself. Kerry punched the numbers. She took notes as I spoke to clients and some of my staff.

Before long it was noon. Mrs. Alhamis would be coming back soon. It was timely because I had to pee really badly.

Kerry was finishing up a set of notes when Mrs. Alhamis came in. Kerry had given her a set of keys so she didn't have to be buzzed in.

"Hi, Miss Kerry. Getting lots of work done?"

Kerry assured her we were doing great.

"Now, if you can excuse us, please," said Mrs. Alhamis, "I need to take Mr. J. to the bathroom to make the urine."

Kerry turned five different shades of red and practically bolted from the room.

Mrs. Alhamis looked at me. "She's a little shy," I said.

This time Mrs. Alhamis asked if I wanted to try peeing while standing. I agreed since sitting and getting back up was difficult.

She positioned me in front of the toilet, lifted the seat and reached around in front.

She loosened the drawstring and my bottoms fell to the floor. Thankfully, she had closed the door. I didn't want Kerry to inadvertently see this scene.

"Mr. J., I think I should be holding the penis or else we might be watering the floor."

With one hand on my belt and the other gently holding my penis, I let a strong warm stream flow into the bowl. 

Finishing, she shook loose the final drops and cleaned underneath my foreskin with a wipe.

She pulled my PJs back up and we made the slow trek back to bed.

Thus was the pattern for the next days. Mrs. Alhamis arrived at 6:30, got me ready for work by 8:00. Kerry arrived and we worked to noon. Mrs. Alhamis came back at noon for a pee break and lunch. Kerry and I worked until three. I usually needed a nap and that allowed Kerry to head back to the office. Mrs. Alhamis came back at 5:00. Did another bathroom run, fed me dinner and tucked me in with my meds and remotes.

On weekends her sister, whose name I couldn't understand would take her place. I started calling her Charlotte, after Mrs. Alhamis said her sister was trying it as an American name. Charlotte was younger and not as confident as her sister, but she took good care of me.

Our routine improved when Mrs. Alhamis figured out how to wash my hair. She bought a poncho. She also got a special tub chair. After undressing me, she helped me get into the tub, draped the poncho over me, leaving my head exposed and used the shower head on a hose to wet my hair. She shampooed me and then rinsed off with the hose. She also discovered it was easier to shave me in the shower and then tucking the poncho up into my belt washed my lower half and managed to give me a semi-sponge bath on my upper half to help me from reeking like a over-ripe banana.

It was a relief to have clean hair and it felt great to have a semblance of a shower.

After about three days, Mrs. Alhamis was easing me back into bed after my shower. I was still naked. She looked at me and then averted her eyes. 


A Good Break



"Mr. J., I want to talk about something, but I do not want to offense you."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Alhamis, you can talk about anything."

"Well, I can't help but notice that when I started caring for you your testicles and around your pubics were shaved. I have never done that, but if it is important I can try. I talk to Innocentus last night, and he tell me to talk to you. He do not understand this practice, but maybe it important to you. Maybe it is religious."

In spite of myself, I laughed out loud.

Mrs. Alhamis looked as if she had made a terrible mistake.

I quickly assured her I was not laughing at her.

"I did shave myself, but not for religion. My last girlfriend liked me that way. You know, when we were making love and she would, well, she would be doing things and she preferred to have less hair. I just got used to having it that way. And, no, there is no need to shave now. Obviously, I am not having sex with anyone."

Mrs. Alhamis looked at my immobilized arms and glanced at my naked torso. 

She laughed for the first time since we'd met. It was a full, throaty laugh. It filled the room.

"No, I guess there will not be the making of love for awhile. So, you can be hairy man once again."

I joined her laughter and we went on for more than a few minutes before we could get control.

We kept our schedule going for another week. I figured in another month I might be out of at least one of the casts. The visiting nurse said things were moving well. I had to go back to the hospital for X-rays, once. They showed everything was mending on track.

My own stupidity caused the major change in our routine. It was late one night. I had stayed awake longer than usual watching a dumb horror movie. I had to pick my films carefully. I avoided all porn and anything with nudity. I did not want to get aroused and have no way to relieve myself.

I finally feel asleep and around two in the morning awoke with a monster cramp in my left calf and foot. The pain seared through my body. I had minor cramps before, but just waited them out. This one was much worse and showed no sign of loosening.

I had to put pressure on my leg. I operated my bed to make me upright. Kicking off my covers, I sat and squirmed my way to the edge and managed to get my legs over the side. The pain was making me move faster than I should.

I sort of bounced once or twice on the edge of the bed and tried to stand. I got my weight up and stood. I wanted to put force on the cramping leg and took one step forward. My leg reacted and spasmed. This threw me off balance. I tried to compensate by taking another step but felt myself going forward. I could not imagine landing on my broken arms, so I jerked back. My center of gravity shifted and I fell back thankfully landing on a pile of towels Mrs. Alhamis kept handy. 

The pain shot through me and I cried out. Unfortunately there was no one there to hear me. I sat there until I recovered my breath and senses. I was about four feet from my bed. I realized that if I were to fall over I'd be in that position until someone found me. The only upside was my cramp was gone.

I slowly slid on my butt until my back was toward the bed. I figured I could push myself along the floor to get there and rest against the bed. It would not be perfect, but would do until Mrs. Alhamis came in the morning.

The pace was slower than glacial. The other factor I neglected to consider was the friction of the carpet. By the time I finally rested my back on the side of the bed my PJs were bunched below my knees. I must make a terrific sight. At least Mrs. Alhamis was accustomed to seeing me naked.

Around 6:30 I heard the door unlocking. I also heard two voices. 

In a few seconds, Mrs. Alhamis came into the room. Seeing me she cried out, "Mr. J. are you all right? What happened? Are you hurt?"

Before I could answer I heard footsteps and looked up to see Kerry standing next to Mrs. Alhamis.

"What happened..."

Kerry looked at my nakedness and her hand shot to her mouth.

She turned deep red and her mouth worked but no words came out.

Mrs. Alhamis noticed Kerry's reaction and took charge.

"Miss Kerry, please to hand me one of those towels behind you."

Kerry kept staring at my totally exposed member. She then blinked and slowly turned to Mrs. Alhamis.

"The towel behind you. Please to give me one."

Kerry turned and retrieved a towel. Mrs. Alhamis placed in my lap, covering most of my sex.

Mrs. Alhamis crossed the room and retrieved the belt. She knelt and slid it around my waist and fastened it.

"Miss Kerry, I will need your help. We must move Mr. J. away from the bed. Then I will be in front and you in back. We lift together using the belt and try to get him up so his legs are underneath. Then, we get him back in bed. Be careful. Do not lift with your back. Bend your knees and lift. Ok, you can do this?"

Kerry was back to all business. She nodded.

Pulling on the belt they moved me away from the bed. In the course of doing so, the towel slipped off.

At this point my embarrassment at having my administrative assistant see me nude was miniscule to the challenge of getting me off the floor.

Mrs. Alhamis tugged my PJs completely off. "I don't want you to do tripping."

Mrs. Alhamis' initial plan proved flawed. If she stood in front of me, she could not stand in the right position to get any leverage.

"We stand on either side and lift together," she said.

With each of the women grabbing a ring in front and one in back, they tried to lift. I only got about a foot off the ground and they had to ease me down. I couldn't get my legs underneath to offer any help.

"We need more lifting," said Mrs. Alhamis. "I call 911."

"Please don't," I begged. It was embarrassing enough being helpless and exposed in front of these two, I couldn't imagine a room full of firefighters.

Mrs. Alhamis asked if there were other people in the building who could help.

Kerry said, "The apartment below has four students. I bet some of them would be home this early."

I groaned. The four students were all girls.

"Can't we try one more time," I asked.

"Mr. J., I do not want to risk hurting you and we are not strong enough. Miss Kerry, go see if these students can help."

While Kerry went on her mission, Mrs. Alhamis went to get me a drink of water. I sipped it and enjoyed the cool liquid. She recovered my private parts with the towel.

In a few minutes I heard Kerry calling out behind me, "Ok to come in?"

Mrs. Alhamis waved them in.

Kerry stood in my line of vision flanked by two young women. One was Rain, a pixyish red head, and the other was Marla, a tall brunette. They looked like Kerry had roused them from sleep.

Mrs. Alhamis had Marla stand on one side, while she took the other. Kerry and Rain were behind me. 

"We all lift together. If we get Mr. J. moving keep going, do not let him drop back down."

With the four women taking their positions Mrs. Alhamis ordered them to lift. I felt myself moving and was able to get my feet underneath me. I pushed with my legs and with the upward thrust of the women was slowly rising from the floor. Once standing I felt the blood rush from my head and began to sway. Of course, the towel had come off completely.

"Hold him, don't let him fall."

I felt a pair of hands on my naked butt push me forward as the others steadied me by pulling the belt.

Once I regained my balance, they gingerly walked me to the bed and I sat down. They worked me until I was back in place. Mrs. Alhamis discretely finally was able to cover my nude torso with the sheet.

She and Kerry thanked the girls. They assured her it was no problem and said to call anytime they needed a hand. As they were leaving, Rain looked back at me with a devilish smile and winked. I think she mouthed the words, "Nice dick."

Kerry and Mrs. Alhamis were all over me asking what happened. I explained and Mrs. Alhamis said it was not a wise thing to do. I obviously could not argue.

"Has this happened before?" asked Kerry.

"Well, I've been getting a bunch of cramps but nothing like last night."

"You need more drinking, Mr. J. I tell you that but you not take enough."

"Mrs. Alhamis, the more I drink the more I have to..."

I looked at Kerry. I didn't want to make her any more uncomfortable, but I realized having seen her boss buck naked would make anything else seem mild.

"...pee. And, I didn't want to be caught in bed and not be able to get to the bathroom."

"Ah, I see," said my care provider.

"Well, I will come back one more time later in the evening and we will attend to the urine."

"What if he gets another cramp," asked Kerry.

Mrs. Alhamis shook her head, indicating she was out of ideas.

"Well, I'll start staying the night," said Kerry. "I'll take the spare bedroom and if he gets a cramp, I can rub it or something."

"You can do this?' asked Mrs. Alhamis. "There is no Mr. Kerry who will be upset?"

Kerry laughed, "I don't even have a cat, let alone a man. It will be just fine."

"Kerry, I can't ask you to do this."

"You haven't asked and I'm going to do it. I'll swing by my apartment later and pick up some stuff."

It then dawned on me why Kerry was there so early.

"Shit, we were supposed to call London this morning. What time is it?"

Kerry's face fell. She, too, forgot.

"Boss, let me get on this." She bolted from the room and I could hear her voice on the phone.

"Mr. J, I think we should use the little urinal this morning. You are too tired to go to the bathroom."

I nodded agreement. 

Mr. Alhamis helped me and took the bottle away. She came back and pulled down the sheet to give me my bath in bed. "You are Ok with the bowels."

I assured her I could wait until noon.

She was washing my upper thigh when Kerry reentered.

"Oops, sorry," she uttered and turned away.

"Well, what's the story?"

Speaking over her shoulder she said she rescheduled the call in a half hour. She said something else, but I couldn't hear her.

"What?"

She turned to repeat herself just as Mrs. Alhamis was holding my penis and cleaning under the foreskin. Kerry stared and blushed.

"Kerry, what else?"

"Uh, they want us to resend the files. Somehow they were cocked, I mean, corrupted."

Ignoring her slip of the tongue, I said, "Ok, call the office and have it done."

Mrs. Alhamis now gently wiped my testicles. Kerry turned a new shade of crimson and sped out of the room.

When I was finally back in clean PJs and had a light breakfast, Mrs. Alhamis left with a promise to be back by noon.

Kerry and I called London and then worked straight for two hours. The stress of the night caught up with me and I told her I needed to nap.

She closed the curtains, put out the light and closed the door. I think I was asleep before the lock clicked.

The light touch on my forehead woke me. Mrs. Alhamis smiled. 

"You were very tired, Mr. J."

"What time is it?"

"Four."

"I'm sorry. I must have messed up your day."

"No. I left and did my other stops. Now, we take you to the bathroom or do you want the bedpan."

"I'd like to try to walk."

It seemed like it took a day to go, do my business, have Mrs. Alhamis clean me up and get me back to bed.

She was pulling the sheet up when I heard Kerry call out, "Hell-o, can I come in?"

Calling her in, she came over and placed a tall plastic cup on my table.

"A chocolate malt frappe with vanilla ice cream," she said with a warm smile.

How she knew everything about me was a mystery. She held it so I could sip. It was delicious.

Her eyes met Mrs. Alhamis. A look passed between them.

"What's up? You two look like you're cooking up something."

Mrs. Alhamis sat on the edge of my bed, something she had never done before.

"Mr. J., I have a small problem."

"Ok, tell me. If there is anything I can do to help, I will."

"You are very kind. It is Innocentus. He had what the doctors call a mild heart attack."

"What? Is he all right?"

"They say he is doing good. They keep him tonight and tomorrow they put in a stent. Then, they say he is good as new. But, I must be home to help him for a few days. I am sorry."

I had come to rely on Mrs. Alhamis so completely. I knew I was being selfish, but I wondered what was going to happen to me.

"I have arranged for my sister to stay with Innocentus after he comes home, but for the next three days I must be at the hospital and then get him settled at home. I will be back next Monday. And, my sister is out of state visiting relatives, so she cannot come by for these few days."

Relief swept over me. I could endure three days without her, knowing she would return.

"We have a plan to cover those days," said Kerry.

"We?" I asked.

"Well, since I will be staying here at night, and since I am here almost of the day, I will take Mrs. Alhamis' place."

The thought of my assistant washing my dick and cleaning my butt did not seem like a good option. Hell, it was humiliating.

"I don't know, Kerry. That is asking a lot of you. Why don't we call the home care agency and get someone else."

"Ah, we tried, Mr. J. There is no one available on such short notice."

"But, that is too much, Kerry. I mean it's going to be 24-7."

"Well, I thought of that. So, I asked Rain if she could help. She is studying nursing and already had one rotation in a nursing home. She agreed and could use the extra bucks. I offered her $20 an hour. Chief also said she could stop by if we needed her." 

"Kerry, you are a great sport even to think about helping. But, well, let's be upfront. I don't think you should have to tend to my personal needs. This is going way beyond our professional relationship."

Kerry blushed a bit. "Boss, I can do it. I have already seen you, n-a-k, I mean without... I can handle it."

"Looks like you've got it all worked out."

"Well, you have to approve."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really." For the first time I saw Kerry really smile. She usually is serious and all business. She was very attractive smiling.

For the next few hours, Mrs. Alhamis worked out a schedule with Kerry. After going over how to care for me, she told her a dozen times to call if there was a problem.

Before she left, Mrs. Alhamis helped me use the urinal while remaining in bed. 

Kerry checked in on me at ten. I needed to talk to her again.

"Kerry, I appreciate everything you have done for me. You enable me to keep our business running without even a bump. I am grateful. But, having you perform personal care on me is too much to ask."

"Boss, I can..."

"Kerry, I don't doubt you can do anything you set your mind to. I'm talking about you having to touch my sexual parts and clean me after I use the toilet. It's embarrassing for both of us. I'm concerned it could affect our working relationship and that is what is most important."

Kerry seemed to be taken aback by my last sentence.

"Boss, I can maintain my professional duties. Have no fear of that. It's just that I thought maybe I was also acting as a..."

Kerry looked at me and then looked away.

"What, Kerry?"

"Well, as a friend," she said softly.

I mentally reviewed the time we had spent together over the last few weeks. I realized that although we were getting all our work done, we were developing a new closeness. I admitted it was like having a friend here. 

"You have been so good to me, Kerry. But, even friends shouldn't have to wash the others private parts. That's gross."

Kerry smiled broadly, "Boss, your private parts aren't that gross. Rain told me she thinks they're cute."

Kerry blushed as she spoke.

I laughed and asked if discussing my private parts was a common pastime?

Kerry's blush turned to crimson. "It's not like we sit around talking about you. But, when I asked her to help out, she offered that it would be fun and that you were cute. She also said your, you know, was cute."

I was tempted to ask her to explain more, but I spared her the pain.

I told her we could try it out, but she had to be honest. If she felt she did not want to do any task, she was free to bow out.

Kerry agreed, gave me my meds and said good-night.

It was totally dark when I screamed. Another cramp engulfed my calf, arch and toes on my right side.

My bedroom door flew open and light spilled from the hallway. I saw a shape outlined by the light, almost appearing to be naked.

Then my overhead light came on and I saw Kerry. 

She crossed to the bed as I squirmed in agony. 

"Which leg?"

"Right," I said between gritted teeth.

She pulled the covers off and climbed up on the bed. She was wearing a long-sleeved flannel nightshirt that fell to mid thigh. Kneeling, she took my leg and braced my foot against her bare thigh.

"Push hard, Boss."

I pushed as she pushed back with her thigh and took hold of my toes and moved them back toward my shin. The cramp began to ease. When it stopped, Kerry sat on the bed and placed my leg in her lap. She shoved up my pant leg and massaged my calf. Her fingers were strong, but gentle, and I felt the muscle relax completely.

Kerry's blond hair tumbled around her shoulders. She always wore it severely pulled back and secured in a bun. I never realized how long it was, nor what a pretty shade of blond it was. I then noticed she was not wearing her glasses. She looked at me and I fully appreciated her deep blue eyes that were normally half obscured by the black frames she wore. She squinted a bit as she worked on my leg.

Smiling she asked, "Better?"

"Absolutely. I must admit I am happy you are here. I don't know what I'd have done."

"Glad I can help, Boss." I thought I perceived a softening of her tone and maybe even a warmth when she said "Boss".

She pulled the covers back up and crossed to the door. She put out the overhead and turned to face back into the room. The hall light shone through her nightshirt, clearly letting the outline of her figure show through. I could make out the contours of her long legs, the narrowing of her waist and the shape of her chest, but not her breasts. Her legs were parted and I could clearly make out the tops of her thighs. Maybe she was not wearing underwear.

"Remember, just call if you need anything. I'm a light sleeper."

She turned sideways in the doorway. I could now clearly make out the shape of her breasts. They looked larger that what you could tell from the conservative and tailored clothes she wore. They sloped but did not sag. In short, they looked perfect. I could now clearly see a tuft of pubic hair. My prim and proper assistant was bare-assed under her shirt. And, her ass was stupendous in profile.

"Good night, Boss."

"Good night, Kerry. Thank you."

She giggled and shut the door. Kerry giggled? I wondered what could be next.

I had a pang of conscience thinking how I shamelessly ogled her body outlined by the back light. It paled, however, to the pang in my erection. Since there was nothing I could do to ease it, I just prayed it went down before Kerry came in tomorrow.

The next morning was a Saturday, Kerry knocked on my door at 7:00. She now wore jeans and a sweatshirt. I had never seen her in anything but conservative skirts that fell below the knee or tailored slacks. The jeans did justice to her butt. God, I thought, I'm ogling her again.

"Get some rest?" she asked.

"Indeed. Thanks again."

"No problem, Boss." Her business-like manner had reappeared.

"Uh, I guess you probably have to use the facilities?"

This was the moment I think we were both dreading. It was one thing when she had to look at me nude, but now she was going to have to be involved in intimate body functions.

"Kerry, I, uh,..."

"Yes, I know, Boss. It's a little awkward. But, I know I can do it. Just pretend it's Mrs. Alhamis."




A Good Break



Sure, I thought, except that Mrs. Alhamis didn't have blond hair tied in a pony tail, a killer ass and what I was now finally realizing, a beautiful face.

"Kerry, maybe you should get Rain. She is probably used to helping people in the bathroom. I..."

Kerry averted her eyes as she spoke, "Boss, I know it's awkward. But, frankly, I have already seen your..., well, I've seen you nude. I even had to push your tush when you almost fell when we were getting you up. So, let's leave it that there are no surprises."

Kerry pulled the covers down. I motioned to the box of gloves on the nightstand. She pulled on a pair. Working together, I was soon standing and she was guiding me to the bathroom, holding onto my belt.

We reached the toilet. I turned and our eyes met.

Her cheeks were burning. 

"So, do you want to sit?"

"Yes. You can wait outside and I'll call you."

"Oh, sure," she mumbled.

She turned to leave.

"Kerry."

"Yes?"

"My PJs?"

She put her hand to her mouth and giggled again. I was not sure I could get used to her giggling.

She reached out and pulled the drawstring and they dropped to the floor. I asked her to hold my belt as I stepped out of them. She then eased me onto the toilet seat. 

My penis rested on the seat. I tried squirming, but it wouldn't drop.

"Uh, should I...?"

"Yes, please."

Kerry took hold of the tip of my penis and lowered it below the seat. 

Picking up the PJs, she bolted from the room and closed the door.

When I was finished, I sat there delaying the next step. Unfortunately, I delayed too long as my legs were almost numb. Finally, I called out.

She knocked on the door and opened it. 

"All set?"

I think we both dreaded the next step, but we had no choice.

Kerry took hold of my belt and pulled. I pushed, but not much happened.

She tried pulling the other side. No go.

I tried to explain how Mrs. Alhamis did it, but there was no combination that seemed to work. By now my legs were getting that tingling sensation from sitting too long on the john and starting to fall completely asleep.

"We need help," I said.

"Right," she answered and left.

In a few minutes I heard the door open. Kerry entered the bathroom followed by Rain. She was wearing a heavy sweatshirt and sweat pants. Her short hair, a bright red color not found in nature, was matted with sleep.

"Ah, stuck on the old shitter, is it?"

We all laughed and that eased the tension.

Rain explained she had experience in the nursing home helping patients. She positioned Kerry on one side and she took the other. Each woman grabbed a side ring. She had Kerry use her other hand to grab a rear ring and Rain took the one in front. Her hand was actually brushing the top of my pubic patch.

On three they lifted and pulled me up. I was unsteady and they both held me tight. Rain instructed Kerry to keep a strong grip. She reached for the toilet paper and quickly finished. She flushed and asked what was next.

My legs were shaky and I asked just to get back to bed.

They escorted me and eased me into bed.

I was still naked. 

"Might as well do a sponge bath," said Rain. Kerry nodded and offered to get the basin and washcloth.

Sweat was beading on Rain's forehead. 

"Like it a little hot, Josh?"

I explained that since I could not wear much clothing, I need to keep the apartment warm.

"Warm! It's a fucking sauna."

She began to pull her hoodie over her head.

She wore a t-shirt with straps, not sleeves. The material was thin and one nipple clearly stood out against the cotton. The other, however, was on full display, as was her small but quite attractive breast. It had slipped out of the armhole of the t-shirt. She was unaware of the show she was giving me.

I was completely aware. Too aware, as a matter of fact. Without willing it, my member slowly changed from a limp penis lying on my thigh to a fully erect one-eyed beast, with the foreskin completely retracted.

Rain was too busy fussing with her sweatshirt to notice either her exposed breast or my hard-on.

"What the heck?"

Kerry was standing at the foot of the bed holding a basin and staring at my arousal.

Rain looked at her and then followed her gaze to my crotch.

"Holy fuck. How'd that happen?"

"Well, maybe it has something to do with your boobie," said Kerry.

"Huh?"

"Rain, your breast is totally on display."

Rain looked down and gasped.

"Sorry," she murmured as she slipped it back.

"What now?" asked Rain as she continued to stare at my erection.

"Well, I don't think we ought to continue with the bath right away. It might be, you know, too much stimulation on you-know-what."

"Hey, ladies, I am right here. How about talking to me instead of my dick."

They took their eyes off my erection, where they seemed to have been glued, and looked at me.

The silence hung in the room. 

"Ok, but the dick is a lot more interesting," said Rain. That broke up the three of us.

After we stopped our laughing, I managed to say, "I think you're right. How about pulling up the covers and we can do bath later."

Rain pulled up the sheet and blanket, careful not to touch the throbbing thing in front of them.

"I'll make us some breakfast," said Kerry. "Care to help, Rain."

Rain glanced down at the tent under the covers.

"Oh, You mean help with breakfast?"

That brought another round of belly laughs and the two women exited to the kitchen.

By the time they returned with pancakes and orange juice, all had returned to normal.

Kerry fed me and herself in between my bites.

"So, like how long have you been in this cast shit?' asked Rain.

"Five weeks tomorrow," I replied.

"And, so, for five weeks you've not been able to exercise Mr. Happy?" she said nodding toward my crotch.

Kerry choked on her pancake and had to spit it out on her plate.

"Rain, really," she said.

"Hey, I'm just saying. If I am not in a relationship, and sad to say, I am not, then I've got to work the kinks out on a regular basis. You know, like at least once a day. If not, I'm like a walking bomb. So, a little bit of self-satisfaction goes a long way."

Rain sipped her juice. "You've been like totally off the grid, so to say, and I think we had a glimpse today of how hard it can be, pun intended. And, Josh, just so you know, from a girl's point of view, that was awesome. Nice. I like the uncircumcised thing. Don't see many of them. But, really, awesome boner. Don't you agree, Kerry?"

This time orange juice squirted from her nose and dribbled down her shirt. She excused herself and headed out of the room.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Rain, I think Kerry is probably a little more conservative than you."

"Yeah? Well, a nice looking boner is a nice looking boner. It's an objective thing, right."

I had no answer to that.

Rain finished her breakfast and said she had to go. Kerry thanked her for her help.

"No problem. Really, just give me a call and I'll come up. Believe me you can mess up your back big time if you try to move someone the wrong way. Besides, you can also end up hurting Josh, if he falls or something. So, give me a buzz. Promise?"

"Promise," Kerry said.

Kerry finished tidying up from breakfast. She had removed her soiled sweatshirt and was wearing a long-sleeved top. It flattered her figure nicely.

She poured some water and gave me my morning meds.

"Well, that was an interesting morning."

"Kerry, I apologize. I'm sorry you had to see me like that. In a way, Rain was right. It's been a while and I guess seeing her breast just affected me."

"I know you didn't do it on purpose, Boss. And, don't be too upset. I mean I have seen one before."

"Just one," I kidded.

Kerry again turned crimson. "Well, I didn't mean to imply..."

"Kerry, I'm kidding. Don't even think to answer that."

After a few moments, Kerry said, "You know I was married once."

"Really!"

"Yes. Dave and I met in college and married right after graduation. It was good for a while, but Dave was always restless. Always pushing for more excitement, if you know what I mean."

"Not really, Kerry."

After an uncomfortable silence, she said, "He wanted to bring other people into our relationship."

"Oh."

"I was a virgin when we met, but not by the time we married. He was the only man I ever had sex with, until he wanted more. I was afraid I was loosing him, so I agreed to try some things."

"Kerry, you don't have to tell me this."

"If it's all right, I want to, Boss. I don't want you to think I'm some frigid bitch who freaks out because she sees an erection."

"Kerry, I don't think of you that way."

"Well, I wouldn't blame you if you did. I know I come across as aloof, maybe even cold. I hear what the other women call me in the office."

I looked puzzled. I guess no one dared make fun of her in front of me.

"You mean you never heard of Cherry Kerry or the Ice Princess?"

I shook my head.

"I don't care, Boss. I love my job. I love working for you. I love you..."

I looked at her.

"I mean I love how you treat me. You always respect me. You seem to have confidence in me. And, you never have made a sexist remark or looked like you were undressing me with your eyes. Unlike the account execs."

I flashed back on how she looked standing in the doorway and said to myself, "Two out of three, ain't bad."

"So, anyway, Dave kept pushing and I relented. First, he brought home a mutual friend we had in college. This guy asked me out when we were in school and I knew he liked me. I never agreed to date him and thought we had become friends. When Dave brought him home, I wanted to run from the house. But, I stayed. The two of them took turns having sex with me. Each watched as the other was with me. It was horrible and degrading, but Dave loved it. At one point he had our friend put it in my mouth, while Dave was having sex with me from behind, you know, doggy-style. I never felt so degraded. Dave talked about it for days on end.

"The next time he brought home a girl. She was someone he met at his health club. She was pretty and had a great body. Boss, I never was with a woman and never had any desire. I was clueless about what to do. She was far from clueless. I hated it more than being with our male friend. Dave talked me into kissing her down there after she did so to me. I almost threw up. Then he had sex with each of us. I think I took about a dozen showers to try to feel clean."

I wanted to hold Kerry's hand. The best I could do was nudge her with my leg. She put her hand top of my uncasted hand and squeezed.

"The next time, he brought home a couple. Boss, I couldn't do it. I just left. I never went back. I filed for divorce. He didn't contest it. That's when I left the mid-west and moved here. I've dated a couple guys, but nothing serious. I slept with one. Not very satisfying. I was horny and thought it would help. It didn't. So, then I started working at the agency. As I said, I love what I do. You make me feel good about myself. I miss the intimacy of a relationship, but not enough to get involved with another creep like Dave."

"Kerry, there are good guys out there. And, you should attract the best of them with your looks. Not all men are assholes. Well, not assholes all the time."

I was trying to use humor to lighten the mood.

"Maybe," she said. "Or, maybe I just attract the losers. The one guy I did sleep with. On our second time of having sex, he said we should take a shower together afterwards. I thought that was cute. So, we're in the shower and I feel something. I look around and he's peeing on me. He is actually peeing on my ass and legs. See, I must attract them."

I didn't know what I found more disturbing; the fact that some guy peed on her, that she said the word "ass", that I was remembering the shape of her ass under her shirt last night or that I was imagining her naked in a shower.

Kerry removed her hand from mine. "You been sweet to listen to my pathetic ramblings, Boss. But, I have some errands to do. But, first, you said I'm good looking?"

"Well, I mean I'm not trying to be a male asshole, but yes, of course you are beautiful. I hope you realize that about yourself."

She just shrugged and looked away. I sensed that she felt she had shared too much personal information.

"Kerry, thank you for talking with me. I really knew nothing of your past. I know it wasn't easy, but I respect you for being honest. And, this will remain confidential between us."

Kerry looked at me and then away. When she turned back I saw a tear at the corner of her eye. 

"Thanks, Boss, you are a really nice guy."

She leaned in and kissed my cheek. With that she left the room.

"Nice guy!" Most of the staff and every one of my competitors would describe me as a ruthless prick. But, it was nice hearing her say that. 

A few minutes later, she appeared in the doorway dressed in a parka and boots.

"Got some shopping to do. Want anything special."

Nothing came to mind. 

She came in and picked up my phone. She programmed a number. "Rainbow is now number 13. Call her if you need help."

"Rainbow?"

"That's Rain's full name, Rainbow. You didn't know?"

I shook my head.

"Bet you also didn't know she has a twin brother Moonbeam, or Moonie, for short."

"Nope, but how did you..."

"I just talked with her, Boss. Not everything needs to be all business, you know."

She again pecked me on the cheek and left.

That was the second time she kissed me and the first time she had ever come close to rebutting me. Where was this new Kerry coming from?

I watched a college basketball game and fell asleep for a bit.

I heard noises and called out.

Kerry stuck her head in. 

"Great, you're awake. I was making dinner. Chicken and mashed potatoes sound Ok?"

"Sounds yummy."

"Need anything?"

"Well, I would like to walk around a bit. The nurses tell me I have to push myself so my legs don't get weak. And, I think I could use the toilet while I'm up, if you don't mind."

Kerry put on a forced smile and said no problem. I had the feeling she'd rather be washing a dead chicken than having to handle my penis one more time.

She got me up and left me sitting on the edge to allow me to adjust.

She reached for my phone and punched in a number.

"Rain? Hi, it's Kerry. Yes, everything's fine. I'm going to help my boss walk around a bit. He has to use the john and I was thinking maybe a shower could do him some good."

She looked at me and I nodded.

"Would you?" she said into the phone. "I'd appreciate it. Thanks, just let yourself in."

"What's up?" I asked.

"Rain said she'd help with the shower. I am a little afraid of getting you in and out of the tub."

With my belt firmly in place and Kerry supporting me, we made two laps of the apartment, ending at the bathroom.

"Do you need to sit again?" she asked.

"No, this time I can stand."

Kerry smiled and nodded.

"Kerry, my PJs."

"Right, keep forgetting."

With me standing facing the toilet, Kerry undid my bottoms and let them slide down. I stepped out of them and she pulled them away.

She lifted the seat and stood behind me.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Kerry, I'm sorry to do this, but if someone doesn't hold it, I'll squirt all over the floor."

"Oh, yeah, I get it. Sure. Well, let me find some gloves."

"Do it quickly, because I can't hold it."

"Oh sugar, then Ok, here goes."

She came around next to me and gingerly reached for my member. Taking hold of the tip with her bare fingers she pointed it at the bowl. I relaxed and let loose.

She let out a mild shriek when the flow started and then giggled again.

"Now isn't that a pretty scene."

We both startled and turned to see Rain watching Kerry hold my penis as I peed.

We both smiled and turned our attention back to the toilet.

After finishing, Kerry flushed and rinsed her hands.

"Do you want me to, uh, clean your..."

"I think the shower will take care of that."

"Right, great idea," she said with relief in her voice.

Kerry and Rain helped me into the tub and I sat on the shower chair. I told them how Mrs. Alhamis uses the poncho. Kerry slipped it over my head and adjusted it. 

Rain turned on the water and began to wet my hair. The spray hit the poncho and bounced back, drenching her. She turned off the water.

"Shit. How does Mrs. Alhamis not get soaked?"

"She wears a big apron and I think has more practice," I said.

"Screw that," said Rain.

She pulled her sweatshirt off and then her t-shirt. Quickly she stripped off her pants exposing her bare bottom and mostly bare pussy. Kerry and I stared in silence at how quickly she'd gotten nude and how non-chalant about it she was.

Rain looked down at her stubble between her legs. 

"Yeah, I've been shaving it, but now want to get a wax. You have to let it grow out enough for the wax to grip. Looks like a five o'clock shadow now, but come Monday it'll be smooth sailing."

She climbed into the tub and turned on the water.

I hoped the poncho was covering my erection.

Kerry said she'd be in the kitchen if we needed her and bolted.

Rain stood behind me and soaked my hair. She added shampoo and scrubbed me, massaging my scalp. Her fingers felt great.

She moved in front, her pert, pint-sized breasts were directly in front of my eyes. Her nipples were dark and erect. She squirted shaving cream in her palm and bent over to spread it on my beard. She shaved me and wiped my face with a washcloth. Her breasts bounced in a most delightful way. 

She bent and washed my feet and legs. She grabbed the belt and helped me stand. She pulled up the poncho and began tucking it into my belt.

"Ah, Mr. Happy returns," she said eyeing my erection. Moving behind me she scrubbed the backs of my thighs and my butt. She even washed in my crack, a bit more thoroughly than might strictly be necessary.

Standing back in front of me, she soaped her hands and ran them up and down my shaft. She washed my testicles and my inner thighs.

She used the spray to rinse the soap away and turned off the water.

"Josh, I can't leave you like this. It's not right. So, just let me help."

Kneeling in front, she took my erection into her mouth. I groaned.

"Rain, you can't do this."

Pulling away, she said, "It's fine. I want to. Besides, I'm really, really good at this."

She began to prove the truth of her claim.

With a combination of tongue, lips and fingers she had me racing to the edge. I managed to give her a warning, but she sucked and licked harder.

I was just about to let go when the door opened.

"I heard the water stop and thought you might need a hand..."

I turned to see Kerry staring as my erection thrust deep into Rain's mouth. Rain didn't miss a beat and took my balls in her hand and squeezed. I could hold back no longer and began pumping my hips forward as I released my climax into her mouth.

My eyes were on Kerry, but hers were on the naked girl kneeling before me. 

Rain pulled off and I shot one last spurt that dribbled down my slowly softening erection. 

Rain turned the water back on and rinsed my penis and then herself. She stepped out of the shower and said to Kerry, "Give me a hand and we can get him out."

Kerry seemed frozen in place. Finally, she took a step and joined Rain. They helped me step over the tub and onto the bath mat.

Rain gathered her clothes.

"Gotta' run. Can you dry Josh and handle the rest?"

"Uh, sure. No problem. Uh, Rain, thanks."

"Hey, no big deal."

She looked at me and smiled. "That was nice, Josh. I liked it."

I wondered if I should thank her as well or if I did what was I thanking her for? The shampoo, the shower or the blow job?

"Thanks, Rain," I said, mentally including all services rendered.




A Good Break



"See you guys soon."

We watched her tight little buns exit the bath.

I was starting to get chilled and Kerry noticed. She lifted the poncho off and put it in the tub. She grabbed a bath towel, dried my face and hair, and did my lower torso. She knelt before me and gently dried my penis and testicles. She pulled back the foreskin and wiped it, as Mrs. Alhamis had instructed her to do. Steadying me, she led me back to bed.

"Boss, you don't have any clean PJs. I'll do some laundry after supper. Is there something else you can wear?"

I told her I would be fine with just the covers. She pulled them up as high as possible.

"Going to finish dinner. We can eat in here."

She started to leave and I called to her.

"Kerry, about what happened in there."

"Boss, it's fine. You owe me no explanation."

"I didn't ask for that."

"I believe you," she said. "But, you didn't refuse it either."

I began to get a little hot. I mean Kerry had no claims on me and certainly no sexual claims.

I was about to say something when she spoke.

"Sorry, Boss, that was out of line. I think Rain knew you needed something and gave it to you. She is more of a woman than I am."

I wanted to tell her otherwise, but she quickly left the room.

A little later she brought dinner in and set up my tray table. She fed me and herself, with not much being said. 

"Great dinner, Kerry. Thanks."

"At least I can cook," she said.

"Kerry, we need to clear the air. I am sorry you saw Rain and me. Sure, I could have tried to stop it, but I didn't. Does that make me a male pig? Hell, I guess it could. But, once we started it felt so good, I couldn't—no, make that didn't want to—stop. If you want to leave, I'll understand."

"Boss, I don't want to leave. I want to help you. It's just that..."

She looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath and continued.

"It's just that I feel so inadequate when it comes to sex. God, Rain is just out there and it's natural. I mean she stripped like it was no big deal. Then I saw you two and I realized that I could never, never do something like that. I've made it my career to please you, to do what you want. To do whatever the boss needs."

"And you do, you are. Kerry, I have no expectation that you would even consider something like that. I am grateful beyond anything I can express that you have been here. I know it is difficult caring for me. You are being such a trooper. Yes, it's embarrassing for you and humiliating for me. But, you know what? We are doing great together. Well, mostly it's you doing great. I am forever in your debt. You are doing what I need."

"You're sweet to say so. But I doubt I am doing what you want."

"Kerry, what I want is for you to get the ridiculous idea out of your head that you should be doing something sexual for me. Please, let it go."

"Ok, you're the boss."

There was no sincerity in here voice. Kerry gathered the dishes and retreated to the kitchen.

We made one more walk around the apartment and she helped me use the toilet one last time before calling it a night. It almost seemed normal that I was walking around totally nude with my attractive assistant steadying me. Hell of a new normal.

Sunday morning came and a subdued Kerry helped me with my bathroom necessities. We decided to skip the shower.

After breakfast, she said she needed to get some errands done. She reminded me that she was scheduled to attend a client reception that night. I told her she should definitely go. She would be home to give me supper and whatever before she headed out. 

As far as the rest of the evening, Rain was not going to be around, so Kerry said she asked Chief to look in on me later.

I slept a good part of the day. Kerry returned around 3 and helped me to the bathroom. This procedure was becoming routine and had lost any sexual edge for me and, I hope, for her. She fed me a light supper and then went to get ready for the event.

Around 7 she appeared in my doorway—at least I think it was Kerry. She wore a tight black dress that stopped way north of her knees. Her long legs were covered in sheer black stockings and accompanied by three inch black heels. The dress had a neckline low enough to show some cleavage, but far from indecent. Her hair was swept up in a style that bordered on sophisticated with a touch of sex appeal. She obviously spent time on her make-up since her skin glowed and her eyes popped. She had dumped her black frames for contact lenses. Gone was the conservative assistant. In her place stood a tall, curvaceous and beautiful young woman.

"Boss, you're staring," she said.

"You look fantastic, Kerry."

"Well, I was going to surprise you a little since we were supposed to go together. I know it's not what you expect from your sensible and practical assistant."

"No, but you look great."

She came over and fussed with my blankets and asked if I needed anything. I caught a whiff of her perfume. Something subtle but packing quite a punch. She pushed my hair back off my forehead and told me she would not be too late. With a light kiss on my cheek, she smiled at me.

Kerry reminded me Chief would be coming by. She turned and I gasped. Her dress was open in the back, plunging to an indecent depth. I could almost imagine her magnificent butt peaking out.

I whistled and she looked over her shoulder. Her look told me she appreciated my appreciation.

"Be careful out there," I cautioned. "I don't want some young stud sweeping you away from me."

"Not likely," she said. "I'm still old Cherry Kerry underneath."

"I never bought that description," I said, "and, I can now see there is absolutely no basis for it. I'm all for truth in advertising. Kerry, you are beautiful. I'm happy to see you showing the world. Have a great night."

She smiled and blew me a kiss.

I watched a basketball game trying to blot out the image of Kerry looking so hot. It didn't work so I kept replaying her image over in my mind. 

My reverie was broken by the doorbell. I punched up the security camera to see two beautiful women making out on the stoop.

"You know I can see you," I said through the intercom.

My ex-wife looked up toward the camera. "Hi, darling, care to buzz us in. I've seemed to have forgotten my key."

In a few minutes Chief was bursting in my room, dumping her suede cape on the carpet. She came and kissed me on both cheeks.

"How's my broken baby?" she cooed.

Lola and I get along great as exes. We do care for each other, but this outburst of affection usually meant one thing. Lola was high as a kite.

I saw Janice hanging in the doorway and said hi.

"Hi, Josh, feeling any better?"

"Hey, every day is a little better. How are you?"

"Mellow," she said.

They were both dressed for a night of clubbing. Lola had on a red dress that defied any logic of how a person could get into it. It clung to every minute and subtle curve and swell on her lanky body. 

Lola was a model before we married. She had been moving on a fast track. Unfortunately, the track had a bunch of stops at cocaine suppliers. Combing booze and snort, she began to unravel. I credit her with a lot of strength as she abandoned her career, checked into rehab and finally emerged sober. She began working the scene behind the scene. We met when my firm took on a hot fashion designer and Lola was managing his business end. We hit it off and soon she was a minority partner, CFO and my lover. We married a year later.

"What are you on, Lola?"

"What makes you think I'm on anything, darling/"

"Well, you have a lovely glaze in your eyes and you never call me 'darling' when you're straight. I hope you're not using coke again."

"Never," she protested. 

"Just a little Krystal and a tiny, tiny hit of X," she said while holding her thumb and forefinger a scant quarter of an inch apart.

I looked at Janice for confirmation. She nodded but gestured with her fingers about an inch apart.

Janice was still a model and five years younger than Lola. She had several covers, was in the SI Swimsuit issue and was hot in the business. She wore a micro black skirt and a silver top of soft crepe. The top was fastened at the neck and at the bottom. The middle was a slit that allowed a lot of skin to show through with every movement.

Like Lola, she was about five ten but with short blond hair. Lola's hair was dark with a few blond highlights and fell to her shoulders. They made an incredible couple. The kind that both guys and ladies stared at all night.

"So, darling," Lola said exaggerating the term of endearment, "what do you need. What can your poor, discarded ex-wife do to ease your suffering."

"Lola, remember you left me," I answered.

"Yeah, for Psycho Bitch," offered Janice.

I smiled. We all have come to refer to Lola's first lover as Psycho Bitch. She really was crazy. Once the lust wore away, Lola saw how screwed up she was. It was so bad, she moved back in with me—in the spare bedroom—until we got a restraining order on her lover. Eventually, PB—our little nickname—overdosed and her family sent her far away for detox and eventually long term care.

Janice was the complete opposite. She is a fairly normal woman, if you can call anyone working in high fashion normal. She and Lola appear happy and, perverse as it is, that makes me happy. 

I assured Lola that I did not need to eat, but did need to relieve myself.

"Of course, darling," she said. "Shall we make a sojourn to the loo?"

"Actually, that's a lot of work. I'm tired and frankly don't trust you could keep me up."

"Darling, I've always been able to keep you up." She laughed and ran her hand between my legs.

"Anyway, Lola, there's a plastic urinal in the bath. If you could help me with that, I would appreciate it."

"Say no more. I am channeling Florence Nightingale as we speak."

Yeah, another thing...the higher Lola is the more dramatic she gets.

She returned with the bottle in hand. She pulled down the covers and setting the urinal on the bed, quickly jerked my PJs to my ankles.

"Lola," I hissed.

She looked over at Janice who was blandly staring at my nakedness.

"Darling, I wanted to show Janice exactly what I am giving up to be with her."

Janice nodded her approval and gave me a sly smile. She knew it was useless to try to contain Lola when she was like this.

Lola positioned the urinal, slipped my penis inside and said she and Janice would excuse themselves for a few moments.

In spite of my embarrassment and anger, I let loose a strong steam and enjoyed the pressure easing from my bladder.

The women reappeared and Lola took the urinal to dump it in the bathroom, but leaving me exposed.

"Sorry, Josh," Janice said. "But, you know Lola."

Just then Lola appeared behind Janice, snaking her arms around her middle. Resting her head on Janice's shoulders, she said, "See, I did make a great sacrifice for you. Is that or is that not a handsome cock?"

"It is handsome, Lola, but again you didn't give it up for me. You did it for that freakin' psycho."

"Minor details," Lola said as she slipped her hands inside Janice's top and moved them to cover her breasts.

"Ooh, Lola, don't. That feels too good," moaned Janice.

Lola slipped the edges of the blouse aside exposing the small, firm breasts. She played with Janice's nipples making them extend at least an inch. This was the first time I had seen Janice's breasts. They were as perfect as you'd expect for a top model.

Janice turned her head and the two women kissed deeply. Lola slipped one hand under the short skirt and rubbed. Janice turned to face her and they embraced. Lola lifted the skirt exposing the full and firm butt with the tiniest of a black thong strap in the cheeks. She spun Janice back to face me, her breasts still exposed, and tweaked the nipples.

Of course, the expected happened.

"See, Jan, that is what I mean," as they looked at my erection. "And, truth be told, he knows how to use it. God, I still get wet thinking about how he could make me cum. And, for a guy, he was not bad at eating pussy. No where as good as you, My Sweet." As she said the last part, her hand again slipped under the skirt. She used her other hand to lift it so that I was looking at Lola's fingers slowly moving inside Janice's panties' waistband. The women moved together in a sexual choreography.

I was getting pissed. Well, pissed and seriously turned on.

"Cut the shit, Lola. You don't have to be such a bitch."

"Darling, did I make you angry? I was trying to give you a little boost. I know it must be hard not being able to take advantage of our dear, dear Kerry as she moons over you/"

"What do you mean 'moons over me?'"

"You mean you haven't figured out that she is totally in love with you?"

"What?" I shouted. "You're nuts. No way. She is the best goddamned assistant I ever had and a terrific asset to our firm, but we are not involved. Period. Well, I think we may be becoming friends, but that's it."

Lola must have hit the right spot because Janice growled and pinched her own nipples.

"Mmm, that's my baby," said Lola as she appeared to work her finger deeper.

"Darling, I didn't say you were doing anything. I said she's in love with you. Like Romeo and Juliet, Justin and Selena, Sonny and Cher, well before they split and he hit the tree. Anyway, she is Lady Gaga Eyes over you." When Lola was on a roll, she used words just because she liked the sound of them.

"I don't believe it for a second," I insisted. My words were strong but my doubts were growing. I recalled our talk last night. Was she acting like a woman interested in romance?

"Believe what you want, Josh. Even Janice can see it."

Janice dreamily opened her eyes. "Wants to fuck your brains out, Josh."

She closed her eyes and licked her lips as Lola worked her magic.

"Lola, can we go now? I want you to take me home and do naughty things to my body."

Lola removed her hand and covered up Janice's breasts.

"Sure, My Sweet. But, first do you have that ruby lipstick handy?"

Janice pulled the small bag off her shoulder and dug inside to retrieve a tube.

Lola applied a thick coat to her own lips and then duplicated the action on Janice's.

"Just to let you know there are no hard feelings, Darling."

She started moving her mouth toward my erection.

"Don't you dare, Lola. I mean it. Stop."

She paid no heed. I felt her warm lips along my shaft as her long fingers gently massaged my balls.

She sucked and ran her tongue up and down, making me squirm under her. I had nearly forgotten how good she was at giving head. I was now completely reminded. Finally, she pulled away leaving a scarlet lip print on my dick. 

"Next."

Janice winked at me and planted a similar kiss on the underside of my erection, although she spared me the indignity of fondling my balls.

"I'm sure Kerry will be ever so diligent to wash that off. And, just to show there are no evil intentions..."

Lola drew a happy face on the exposed tip of my erection with the lipstick.

She and Janice kissed me on the lips, gathered their coats and headed out of the room.

"At least, pull up the covers," I pleaded.

"TaTa, darling," was her only response.

As I heard them opening the door, my heart leapt to my throat.

"Kerry," squealed Lola, "you look fabulous. We've got to run, but we've taken care of Josh for you. I think you might need to help him just a little."

I heard the door close and Kerry appeared in the doorway. She walked toward me. She teetered a bit on her high heels and her blues eyes were glazed. This must be the night for getting high.

She stopped and focused. 

"My, my, Boss, that little guy just keeps popping up all over the place." She giggled. "Actually, he's not so little," she said with another giggle.

Kerry then noticed the marks on my erection.

"What?" She looked confused.

"Lola was a little out of control and thought this was funny," I explained. 

Kerry stared and said, "But there are two lip marks."

"Janice was an accomplice," I offered lamely.

"Well, I guess I will just have to wash that off," she said, slurring the words just slightly. "And, take care of this little face." As she spoke, she lightly moved her fingertip over the head of my erection that was decorated with the happy face. The happy face jumped with joy.

"But, I have to change. I don't want to get this dress messed up."

"I agree. You look really good, Kerry. Very, very good."

"Thanks, Boss."

A strange smile spread over Kerry. She reached behind her neck and undid the clasp. The dress slid down exposing the tops of her white breasts. She slowly turned and shrugged.

The dress cascaded to the floor. She was left clad only in heels, sheer black panty hose with black bikini bottoms showing through. If I were not already hard, I would be now, looking at her body.

The heels defined the curves of her calves and made her thighs taut. The band of her panty hose accented her waist. Her back flared up in a vee to her wide shoulders. I admired the muscles of her bare back and arms. She bent from the waist and picked up her dress. Dragging it along the floor she sauntered out of the room, her tight buns bouncing with each step. 

I wished I could get to my window to check if the moon was full. There was some crazy shit going on tonight.

She returned in a few minutes carrying the plastic basin. She wore her long nightshirt.

Sitting on the side of the bed, she took my erection in her bare hand and simply held it. Wrapping her long fingers around my shaft, she sighed.

"Kerry," I said tenderly, "you can do this tomorrow. Or, we can even wait for Rain or Mrs. Alhamis."

She moved her hand up and down. "You don't like me touching you, do you?"

"It's not that, Kerry. I just think this is a little awkward for both of us. I am debt to you for being here and helping. I couldn't imagine getting through this without your help. But, I think we are really close to a line and I'm pretty sure we don't want to cross it."

She began to move her head toward my erection, her mouth opening.

"Kerry, no," I said with more force than I intended.

She pulled her head back. Her hand travelled down the length of my shaft and over my balls. She moved the basin onto the table and pulled up my PJs, followed by the covers.

"Good night, Boss. I'm sorry."

"Kerry, I don't want you feeling sorry. If circumstances were different... I mean if we didn't work together... What I'm trying to say is you are a remarkable person. Hell, that sounds like high school when we'd say a girl had a great personality. Kerry, you are a beautiful, kind and really good person. Any man would be lucky to be able to be with you, to date you."

"Right. Boss, but I know who I am. I'm a farm girl from Kansas. Literally. I grew up on a farm and I've got a farm girl's body. Broad back, big shoulders, strong legs. I look at Chief and Janice and I think, Wow. That's how a woman should look. Next to them I'm just a big ol' cow."

"Hardly, Kerry. You are beautiful. Understand? Beautiful. A few seconds ago, I was amazed looking at your body. You have nothing to be concerned about. Take it from a guy with a raging boner."

Finally, Kerry smiled. She glanced at the tent still showing in the covers.

"Thanks, Boss. Even if it isn't true, you're nice to say so. And, I can't believe I did that with my dress."

Kerry looked away, then back at me. She was flushed and had to struggle for breath to control a sob.

"Boss, there is no excuse for touching you as I just did. I am sorry. I'll understand if you want me to stop caring for you, or even..."

She took another deep breath, "Or, even if you don't want me working for you any more. As I said, it's no excuse, but I had a lot of tasty drinks at the reception. I'm not sure what they were, but they went down way too smoothly. I'm not much of a drinker. Still, I am ashamed of my behavior."




A Good Break



I longed to hug her to offer some comfort. 

"Kerry, go to bed and put all of this out of your mind. Forget about what happened. Besides, friends don't abandon friends."

She smiled weakly. "Ok, I'm going to bed and pass out. But, it's nice to hear you call me a friend."

She stood and made her way out of my bedroom. I urged her to put what happened out of her mind; I still could feel her soft touch on my erection, feel her warm breath on my dick head and recall the sight of her nearly naked back. I imagined those buns moving under her nightshirt. I was going to have to get those thoughts out of my mind or I would die in agony from the erection begging in vain for relief.

I was tormented by dreams of Lola playing with Janice's practically nude body interspersed with fantasies of Kerry taking me in her mouth and bringing me to a climax. 

My erotic thoughts shattered with another crippling cramp. I cried out.

I heard footsteps and then the hall light flicked on. Again, I saw an outline of a body and this time it appeared as if there really were no clothes.

My bedroom light blazed on and I saw a nude figure approaching. In a second, Rain was standing by the bed. 

"Cramp?" she asked.

"Right leg," I moaned.

She pulled the covers down and climbed up. She told me to push against her. Rain was much smaller than Kerry and she placed my foot almost squarely on her pubic region, my soles feeling her dark stubble.

Although small, Rain is strong and she leaned into me and my cramp began to ease. Soon, the worst was over and she was massaging my calf.

"Thanks, Rain. But how come you're here?"

"Kerry called and asked if I could come up. She seemed a little wasted and was kinda' freaking out. She said she couldn't stay tonight and begged me to sleep here. She shoved some stuff in a bag, called a cab and bolted."

As she was talking, I couldn't help looking at her taut, young body. She was at ease sitting in front of me naked. My unease, however, was beginning to grow.

"So, what's up with her?" she asked.

"Well, she went to a party and had a little too much to drink."

"And, what? Something else must have flipped her out."

I explained how she found me.

"So, you're lying here with a boner covered in lipstick. God, that must have been a sight. I guess she just got jealous."

"Jealous of what," I said.

"Come on, Josh. I mean Kerry is like over her head in love with you. You gotta' know that."

"She's my assistant, for God's sake. Why does everyone think there's something going on?"

"Oh, I don't think there's anything going on. I think that's the problem. Plus, she sees that your ex and some gorgeous model have been planting kisses on your cock. And, by the way, sees me giving you a BJ. So, maybe she couldn't take it anymore."

"But, we aren't together..."

"Josh, wake the fuck up. She is so into you. That all she talks about—you. Boss said this and Boss did that. She is also over protective of you, just like a wife. You don't see any of that?"

As Rain spoke she got more animated, which caused her breasts to bounce and my foot to graze her pubic area. I was getting more turned on.

"I think you're mistaking her loyalty as an employee with emotion. I really like and respect Kerry, but believe me our relationship is purely professional. Maybe we might be more like friends. Now, answer me why you're naked?"

Rain looked at herself and laughed.

"Forgot I was, Josh. It was so hot in here, I just slept in the nude. When you screamed I dashed it. Hell, you've seen it all before. And, tomorrow morning this ugly stubble will go away. I'll have to show you how good it looks smooth and shiny."

The thought of her smooth pussy was the last straw. My erection slipped out of the opening in my pajama bottoms.

Rain looked at it and smiled.

"Nice shade of lipstick, Josh. Love the smiley face, too. How about I clean you up."

I nodded, expecting Rain to go get a washcloth.

Instead, she bent over and took me in her mouth.

"No, Rain, you shouldn't do this."

"Josh, I want to. I like you and I like giving head. Besides, it's obvious you need some relief. Don't worry, it's not like we'll be engaged or anything. Think of it as a neighborly gesture."

She licked me from balls to tip and back down. "Good neighbors are hard to find," I thought to myself.

Rain took her time sucking and licking. She straddled my leg, rubbing her naked pussy along my shin. I could sense her wetness as the coarse hair moved along my leg.

I wanted to last longer, but the sexual charge that had been building since Lola and Janice were here was too strong. As I unleashed my climax inside Rain's warm mouth, I envisioned Kerry's bare back and barely enclosed buns walking out of my room. 

I think I must have blanked out. The next thing I realized is Rain wiping me with a washcloth and removing the last of the lipstick from my tip. She next wiped her pussy.

"Wow, that got me wet. Must be I really like your cock, Josh. It fits perfectly in my mouth. I bet we would be great at fucking. Maybe when you're better..."

"Rain, you are really sexy and sweet. But, I'm a bit old for you and already feel like a perv."

"Hell, you're not that much older. Well, at least you're not as old as my dad, or are you? Anyway, you're cool. And, don't worry about the BJs. I do like doing them."

She pulled my covers up, turned out the light and left me to wonder just what the hell was going on in my life.

Mrs. Alhamis came the next morning. She was going to be back to her regular schedule. Her husband was doing great. He didn't want her fussing around him. She had arranged for her sister to check in on him during the days and he was already starting cardiac rehab.

Kerry did not show up that morning, but called in. She said things in London were getting worse. My team in England was trying, but they seemed at ends on how to move forward. Chief was also on the call. She said Kerry should go over for a while. She could organize the office, get things in order and get the team focused. I said I'd think about it and asked Lola to call me back later.

When she rang, I asked her whose idea it was for Kerry to go to London. Lola said Kerry volunteered to do it. I knew she wanted to avoid seeing me again. I feared she felt she had embarrassed herself in front of me.

Lola explained that since our London office was just beginning to take off, it might be a good idea to have Kerry set up solid systems to start things right. After discussing how we could manage without her, I agreed. A thought was forming in my mind since last night. I realized this would be the perfect opportunity to solve what was becoming an awkward situation.

Lola said she'd send her assistant by each day to review matters and help with calls and emails. 

So, I began a new phase of my recovery. Mrs. Alhamis increased my exercise routine and I began getting some strength back in my legs. Rain would come up at night to stay with me in case of a problem.

I confess she did show me her newly waxed pussy. It was so beautiful that I had a typical male reaction. Rain was so pleased at my approval that she gave me another spectacular treat. 

For the next two weeks, I received outstanding day time care from Mrs. Alhamis and regular extraordinary night time care from Rain.

At my last check-up the doctor told me my casts would be coming off and I would start physical therapy. I welcomed the day and although the muscles in my arms resembled a child's, it was a tremendous pleasure to be able to move them and hold things, like a fork, a piece of paper and my own dick. Finally, I was able to begin to tend to my own bodily functions.

Rain stopped sleeping over but offered to help whenever I needed. I understood her meaning, but knew I needed to stop our little encounters. She once again offered to fuck me, but—as unbelievable as it sounds, even to me—I politely turned her down.

I was three weeks into rehab and going to the office about 4 hours a day when I got a call from London.

Kerry said she was just about wrapped up there and thought she should come back. I felt a flush of happiness that made me cover the phone. But then I thought I might choke up while speaking with her because of what I knew I had to do.

"Boss, I'm so happy to hear you're doing great. Seems like you're managing really well without me," she said with a laugh in her voice.

"You know, Kerry, I am. As a matter of fact, I was thinking maybe it might be best if you look for another position."

The silence on the line was overpowering.

"You don't want me back?"

"Things have changed, Kerry. I think you know what I mean."

After another long break, she said softly, "Well, maybe it's best if I look at other things."

"Right," I answered. "Chief will be happy to give you a great referral. I'll square everything with her. You've got a lot of vacation time coming. We'll add in a bonus for your work abroad. And, we'll put the word out to other companies. I'm sure you'll find something soon."

"Ok, well I guess that's it," she said.

"Guess so."

I heard the line go dead. I held the phone in my hand not wanting to admit to what I had just done. I knew it was the only thing I could do, but it did not make it any easier.

I had Lola arrange for first class transportation back for Kerry. She put the word out to our clients and soon there was a list of a dozen firms wanting to hire her. They had all worked with Kerry through us and knew how great she was.

I made sure I was out of the office when Kerry came by to collect her personal belongings. There was going to be a big farewell party on Friday at the city's best restaurant.

On Thursday evening, I called Kerry.

"Hi," she said coolly, as she answered my call.

"Hi. Sorry I wasn't around when you came by. Hear you've got a bunch of offers."

"Yeah. Chief has been great."

I heard the implied complaint that it was Chief and not me helping her.

"Hey, Kerry, can you stop by my apartment tonight?"

"What for?"

"Oh, you left some stuff here and I thought you should have it."

"Whatever I left I can live without. Definitely, live without," she said the ice creeping back into her voice. "Do whatever you want with it."

"Hey, you left it here. You need to deal with it. Come by at seven. See you then." I was definitely Josh the Prick as I spoke with her.

I hung up before she had a chance to answer. Would she come, I asked myself.

At 7:30 my doorbell rang. I saw Kerry on the monitor and buzzed her in.

In a minute there was a knock at my door. Taking a deep breath, I opened it.

Kerry was standing there, looking none to happy to see me. Still, she could not let her anger overrule her upbringing. Kansas girls are always polite.

"You look good, Bo.... You look good."

"Thanks, come in."

She stepped in and stopped in place. She looked around the living room taking in the many lit candles, the two dozen roses in a vase resting on the coffee table, right next to a wine cooler with a bottle of champagne chilling inside.

She looked at me. "What's..."

"Oh yeah, let me get what you left."

I went to the spare bedroom and returned with the black dress she wore the last night I saw her. I laid it on the back of the couch.

"What's going on? Why am I here?"

"I wanted to give you back your dress. It's a beautiful dress. Looks great on you, too."

"What's with the candles, roses, champagne? Isn't this a little much for a person you fired?"

"Oh, did you think this was for you?"

Her face fell.

"Oh, no, of course not. I mean I was just an employee. That's what I was, right."

"Absolutely. A great one. Actually, the best employee a person could have."

"What the hell," she said. "Just give me my dress and I'll get out of your life forever. I'll leave now so I won't interfere with what you have planned tonight."

"Actually, Kerry, there is one more thing I want to give you."

She looked at me as I crossed to her. 

Opening my arms I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly.

She was stiff in my arms. I pressed my cheek to hers and spoke into her ear.

"For all those weeks, I couldn't hug you. Now, I can. Thank you, Kerry. I would have never made it through that mess without you. I've come to realize that I can't live without you, either."

"But you fired me."

"Exactly, I certainly can't date my executive assistant. That would be totally improper. So, Kerry, will you consider going out with me. Let's say our first date will be tonight and then tomorrow I'd love to escort you to your farewell party."

Kerry pushed herself back from me.

"What are you saying?"

"Kerry, I'm saying I love you. If you will take a chance, I think we can be the best couple that ever was. Please say yes."

Tears filled both our eyes and she melted into my arms. I felt the strength of her body pressing into me. I looked at her and our mouths met. The warmth of that kiss traveled through my body like liquid fire. The only thought I had was I wanted more.

Kerry broke our kiss and looked up at me.

"Josh, I love you. I want to be with you forever."

"Hey, no more 'Boss'?"

"No, but I hope I will soon call you 'Lover'"

She took my hand and we headed to our bedroom.

I still had the big bed but the hospital tables were gone.

I pulled Kerry tight and let my hands slide down to her butt. The experience exceeded my fantasy. Her cheeks were full and tight. I pushed myself into her and she responded as we kissed. 

I broke our embrace and started unbuttoning her blouse. Kerry stared in my eyes as I slid the garment to the floor. Her breast swelled behind her bra. I undid it and slowly exposed her pale breasts. Her large nipples were hard as my hands caressed them. I bent my head and took a nipple into my mouth. Kerry moaned and moved her hands to my belt. Soon, she had me undone and my pants dropped to the floor. 

We moved together to the bed, pulling each other down. I undid her pants and pulled them down as I moved to kneel in front of her. I kissed her through her panties. She pushed against my lips. Hooking my fingers in her waistband, I eased her underwear off. She let her legs fall open. I marveled at the luxurious blond bush in front of me. Her womanly smell filled me and spurred my desire.

I ran my tongue along her sex lips and pressured her clit as it appeared from the folds. She murmured my name and urged me on. I spent a long time between her legs, until the moisture was running freely down her thighs.

Moving on top of her, I looked into her clear blue eyes. 

"Ready?"

"Yes."

I placed my tip at her lips. She grasped my shaft and guided it inside her. I was overcome with the warm velvet welcome and the strength of her chamber. She locked eyes with me and smiled. I bent down and we kissed for a long time as we let our bodies become one. Slowly, I began to move and Kerry responded. Soon we built a rhythm and were racing to the climax. I cried out and thrust one last time deep inside as I released. She pulled me tight to her chest and used her legs to push my butt so I was as deep as possible inside her.

We both came for a long time. I did not want to withdraw, even though I was softening. She held me close.

"Kerry, I..."

"Hey, Boss," she said, "I know. I still don't get my job back."

Amidst our laughing, I knew I had lost the best assistant I ever had. Funny, I could care less.



A Good Breakfast



London, 1931, 8:10am. A well-to-do middle class house in suburbia furnished in the old Regency style, which on closer inspection is looking slightly frayed around the edges. The atmosphere is still, though there is rustling and the odd clang and clatter from the kitchen. A male voice is heard from upstairs.

"Ada?"

The voice sounded uncertain but cuts clearly through the house and lingers with a slight echo. Ada places her pot back on the kitchen side and straightens her skirts. She quickly checks herself in the hall mirror before lifting her skirts and heading up.

She is surprised to see Blake approaching along the landing from their bedroom. He stops and smiles in greeting. She smiles in return.

"Blake?" 

"Come here, dear, I have something to show you."

Ada follows him into the bedroom and watches him scan the newspaper. Every morning she placed it by their bed for him to read whilst she started with the morning chores. Something must have caught his attention, something big.

"Here!" He says, and half turns to her before looking back and running his finger along the line of print. " 'Latest in a string of collapses in the construction trade. McClough & Sons have closed their offices in Edinborough and Newcastle' ... blah, blah ... 'renowned for their magnificent ships trading to the Africas and' blah, blah ... oh, it was here somewhere ..."

Ada waited, admiring his broad shoulders slightly taught with concentration.

"Aha! Yes. 'McClough said the support of the Lord Chancellor would have been a great help to the ailing industry, but that he could not expect it in these straightened times'. There was some talk that he might have intervened, but he's clearly thought better of it."

"More of the same," said Ada, "did you know him?"

"Not really, he was one of those you heard of, an up-and-coming star. Up-and-coming that is before all the stars crashed to earth with the rest of the stock market, but it shows we weren't an isolated case. And we are at least still trading, who knows there may be some business to pick up. I'm sorry, my dear," he fixed his eyes fully on her then and seemed more in the present, "I've called you away -- were you in the middle of something?"

"Just the breakfast. Toast with fruit, but there's jam from the Middletons."

Blake smiled at her. He came close to stroke her hair and his fingers brushed the pins and decorations at the back. He wondered why she bothered still when he always made it so dishevelled, but she always took the time to appear respectable in the mornings. It was one of her quirks, he fancied, that she should at least start the day decently.

"You always do so well."

"It helps that they're generous whoever it is, it never feels like charity from them."

"I didn't mean that." His thumb stroked the side of her cheek and his fingers tightened their grip in her hair. "You know I didn't."

Ada dropped her gaze to avoid his eyes, and saw his cock swelling. Her heart jumped in expectation but she was uncertain -- he was hard most mornings, but it was early yet for her services.

She looked up then and gave a tentative "Blake?"

He stepped back and surveyed her. Ada was petite, neat, and looked to him now with sweet uncertainty.

He was pleased with his wife. She had adapted admirably to their changed circumstances, and as they'd been forced to let go first the house-keeper and then each maid, she had simply taken on their tasks as her assumed duty. He knew why she'd done it -- out of love she said, and that was certainly true, but they both knew the order of things.

Sexually speaking, under his guidance she had undergone a gradual yet remarkable change. His last request had been unusual and he'd expected protest but she'd only sought to save her evening dresses, which he had allowed. Now each of her house dresses had a cut from the floor at her right foot to the top of her thigh. She had sewn the edges perfectly and to the untutored eye the full skirts looked deceptively normal -- they only parted when she walked, or spread them on demand. This morning she wore the old grey-and-white. She used to look so prim in it, but in response to his gaze now her eyes smouldered. He was very pleased with his wife.

"Go fetch the breakfast, Ada. I'll have a coffee."

"Of course."

Downstairs she finished her preparations with a rising passion. His slow study of her in the bedroom had sparked this new strange desire he had kindled in her, but she was forbidden touching herself without permission. Frustration made her clumsy, but she calmed herself before placing a small flower from the vase over his plate and taking the tray upstairs.

Blake was reclining on their bed with his cock in his hand, so she left the tray on the bedside table and knelt beside the bed.

"Thanks, you can leave the food there for now," he paused, "go stand at the bottom of the bed, spread your skirts and touch yourself."

Ada was glad for the order, and did as he asked though her fingers barely stirred her, as her thoughts ran in a different direction. She longed to touch him, to have him on her, in her, to feel his passion. His orders made her the woman she wanted to be, and his desires were now too much part of her to separate his cravings from her own. She was slipping into memories and future promises, and eventually a small moan escaped her lips.

"Good," he said, "now kneel down."

She knelt, and Blake came to sit at the edge of the bed. "Come here."

Ada crawled over to kneel in front of him, and he held her hair so that she looked up to him. 

"Who are you?" He asked.

Ada smiled then. He had taught her the answers a long time ago. It wasn't often he asked these questions but she enjoyed hearing her answers, and it always presaged a day of Blake's stronger, darker desires.

"I'm your wife."

His face was impassive and she thrilled to think what they would do before breakfast.

"What's your worth in this world?"

"I have no worth, except in being of use to you." In her mind she ran through all the things they might do -- she feared some and longed for others, and her heart beat heavy with the hope that she would be as he wanted her.

"What's your purpose in life?"

"To please and serve you in any way you choose."

"Good," said Blake, he was calm but his voice was deep and heavy, "tell me again."

"I'm your wife. I have no worth, except in being of use to you, and my purpose is to please and serve you in any way you choose."

"Good, now take off your bodice and bra and leave them off. We're staying in today." Ada fiddled with her buttons and clasps. On days like this he liked to let her take on most of the tasks, only really putting in effort to punish her or make her orgasm, or else to watch her strip, make love to her, or degrade her, whichever he chose as entertainment. When she was bared she looked back to him.

"To love and obey?" asked Blake.

"To love and obey," she affirmed quietly.

"Suck on this." Blake pushed his cock into her mouth and Ada's insides tingled as it pressed the back of her throat.

London, 1931, 8:55am. A well-to-do middle class house in suburbia housing a well respected couple, who on closer inspection engaged in less than respectable practices. The atmosphere is still, though there is some slight rustling and the odd groan from the bedroom. A male voice can just be discerned upstairs.

"Good girl, Ada."