2 comments/ 52048 views/ 15 favorites Fuck-Bunny By: Egmont Grigor MAYOR HARRISON HOLMES looked across the room at the visiting female dignitaries of Les Pénélopes grouped around his beautiful and charming wife Parissa thinking if they only knew. When he first met Parissa she'd acted like a bat out of hell. That night returning home from the reception for the French women, Parissa completed her good night kiss (actually performing world-class fellatio based on his limited international experience). While Harrison remained on his back Parissa toweled him dry and turned over and went to sleep. Harrison's mind drifted back to earlier days with his wife... CHAPTER 1 Property investor Harrison Holmes was driving along Mayfair Avenue when he heard a siren coming ahead of him to the right. He shrugged thinking he was clear of imminent danger. Wrong. The next thing he saw was a white BMW come around Wilkinson in a huge rubber-smoking slide and the driver gun the motor to regain control. Thirty seconds later a cop cars slid sideways around the corner and slammed into the front of the truck, crumpling and bits and pieces of metal falling off the now very misshapen cruiser, the two cops saved by air-bags. Harrison's eyes flicked back to the white car being chased. Shit. He braked to a stop and watched in horror, as right in the path of that white car was an elderly woman pushing a white-hair guy in a wheelchair. Three seconds to spare the BMW driver had the choice of mowing them down or taking on the concrete divider planted with low shrubs. Harrison blinked twice and saw the speeding car turn into the road divider and begin to roll as it rose into the air. He didn't blink again, and probably didn't breathe, as he realized the white car was about to smash into his soft-top convertible. He unbuckled and threw himself along the passenger seat, figuring why allow the car to land on his head. And then nothing. "Harrison are you awake? Harrison please wake up. Harrison are you awake? Harrison please wake-up." The monotonous voice of the bitch was getting on Harrison's goat. He seemed to be floating through a channel with white and blacks walls were attempting to crush him. Yellow and red lights were popping. Suddenly he could see the shape of someone bending over him and beyond that a ceiling light. "Fuck off," he groaned. "Oh good, you good boy Harrison." He heard the woman say, "This is Carole doctor. Patient Harrison Holmes is back in this world." Harrison then heard the bleep of a machine beside him and a women's voice said, "Harrison, this is Doctor London." Harrison wondered how did he get to England when a fog rolled in and took him with it. Two days later Harrison was wheeled into an empty two-person room. He was now coherent, out of danger and wanting his neck brace off but the answer was always no. He also had lacerations galore and a fractured left femur and had been repaired under surgery, his spleen had been removed and he lay on his back with both collarbones fractured and had painfully damaged ribs. Despite all that trauma he'd retained his manhood intact. Jennifer Smith and Harrison looked at his erection. "I'm supposed to have it covered," said Jennifer, one of two nurses giving him a blanket bath. "It needs an airing," said the patient. "I'm lucky it wasn't taken from me in the accident. Lick it please." "Don't be so disgusting. Cover it Jennifer," said Nurse Christian, who was sponging his chest. Harrison groaned as young Nurse Smith took the tip into her lips and applied light pressure. "Jennifer," hissed Claire. "I'm reporting you." Jennifer looked defiant and began washing the erection. Harrison said, "Claire, do you know anything about money missing from my wallet?" "Harrison, you know I wouldn't steal from you. How could you make such a ridiculous accusation? She then saw the grins and sighed, "You swine. Okay Jennifer, I'll turn my back and give you five minutes – no more." Jennifer was so good she had Harrison off inside two minutes. "You people disgust me," Claire said, back on the job again. "Jennifer you have semen on your chin." "Oh god," Jennifer said, wiping at her chin. There was nothing there and now Claire and Harrison exchanged grins. That afternoon the empty bed was removed from the room and minutes later the wing suite manager Mrs Gapes entered and spoke to Harrison and looking very serious. "If you have an objection we will place her elsewhere." "Who?" "The patient we are about to bring in, pending your approval." Harrison joked, "Who, the bitch who dumped her car on to me?" "Yes." "Jesus." The wing suite manager frowned and asked was that his mind-processing acceptance? "Um yes. Wheel her in. What's her name?" "The same name as the police told you when they interviewed you: Her name is Parissa Wilkinson." "Harrison," Mrs Gapes said, "This is Parissa, a young lady injured in a... a... bicycle accident. She was hit by a truck." Harrison waggled a finger at the lying ward principal and said, "Hi Parissa." The new patient groaned and muttered, 'Hi'. Mrs Gapes, aged about forty who terrorized the nurses, service people and young doctors leaned over and kissed Harrison. He moved gingerly, bearing the rib pain, to hold her left tit and she didn't break his jaw; instead she pulled away smiling and thanked him and whispered, "Continue being lovely to Parissa; she's had a very rough time. Her face is scared." The newcomer couldn't see them because she had a frame over her legs. "What happened?" Mrs Gapes leaned over him so Harrison handled the tit again and squeezed. "A guy was waiting in her car when she came out of a 7-Eleven convenience store and burnt her face in four places with his cigarette while he ordered her to say she wanted to have sex with him. Crying in pain she said yes and while he was unbuckling his trousers she escaped, jumped into a BMW with its motor running. The guy screaming that when he caught her he'd murder her – just as my husband will do if you don't stop interfering with me." Harrison pulled his hand away as if shot. "If you want it, go for it Harrison. You'll have my cooperation," said Mrs Gapes, walking away, leaving Harrison... er... gaping. Nurses came in to attend to Parissa, giving her medication and attending to facial wounds that Harrison learned later had received skin grafts. Both her ankles were broken. A day later his neck brace was removed and he was instructed to avoid sudden movements. His left thigh remained in half a plaster cast. A few hours later after he'd been medicated to relief pain in his ribs during movement, two male nurses lifted him on to a wheelchair to take him to the toilet and shower. Harrison was unable to lift at all, not with his two collarbones on the mend and cracked ribs. He asked to be wheeled to the side of Parissa's bed. The 38-year-old apartment investor, who'd been on vacation when the accident occurred, said to the young woman, aged about twenty-five, "Hi, you have been very quiet?" "I'm in despair." "Don't you like this facility? I'll get you moved to a more suitable one if you wish?" He could see her blue eyes between the gaps between the wound dressings and she managed something that could pass for a laugh. "No this is okay. The eyes clouded. "My life is over, I'll never again be pretty." "Well I want you to stop sulking. At least you're alive." "Come on Harrison," said Gavin, one of the male nurses, pulling the wheelchair away. "You have lovely eyes," Harrison called. Later he was taken to x-ray for the setting of his femur to be checked. He was watching something stupid on TV just before 6:00 when Mrs Gapes visited him. "Your femur looks fine, the two bone sections are almost perfectly aligned. Do you want relatives to come and collect you? The alternative is to go into one of our care apartments where you will have a day nurse calling regularly and will receive physiotherapy care for two weeks and then you will be ready for discharge but will be required to use the walking frame for another seven to perhaps twelve weeks, depending on process. You are healthy and fit so you could be lucky and take the shorter pathway, depending on the opinion of your surgeon." "I'll take the pre-discharge option – here's my credit card. Why are you still here; you usually leave at 4.30?" "We are two nurses short on this shift, so I just work on." "You're dedicated." "And you're a very lovely guy. I'll drop by before I go off at 11:00." Harrison was deliriously happy. God, she was coming in late to fuck him! He then eased back, thinking, you're dreaming old son. He saw the tent above Parissa's legs move. "Howyah doing blue eyes?" "Okay thanks." "Neck braces are bitches, aren't they?" "You can say that again." "Neck braces are bitches, aren't they?" Harrison saw her bed shake so assumed she was laughing. "How tall are you Parissa?" "Why?" "I'm just imagining you standing beside me when we are receiving physiotherapy." "Oh. Five eleven." "How big are your boobs?" No answer. "I said..." "I heard what you said. I don't want to talk to you." "Parissa, please. How can I imagine what you look like standing up if..." "Thirty-four C sometimes D." "Very nice. Short legs, long legs or medium?" "Long. Look if you don't mind..." Great. I'm trying out a walking frame tomorrow morning because with my brokencollar bones I can't use crutches. Thank god I had medical insurance. Before I go to an outside recovery unit. I'll walk over to say goodbye." "Don't look at my face!" "Okay, providing you don't attempt to look at my boner." "Go away you horrible man." Sighing, Harrison turned on his small TV set on its extended arm and watched trash. He fingered his dick thinking of a blonde with short hair, five-eleven with almost perfect-size tits and long legs. His dick grew in his hand and he closed his eyes. Later Harrison heard the soft sound of the curtains around his bed being pulled. Mrs Gapes switched on the torch and held it to illuminate her face. "Hi, I wanted to say goodbye. It's my day off tomorrow." "Kiss me," he said. "Call me Gina," she whispered as she closed her full lips over his. The kiss went on and on and he felt her hand snake over his gut and then on to his flaccid cock. She murmured 'Good boy" as it thickened in her hand. She tongued him and their tongues entwined, their combined saliva running out of the downside of his mouth. Gina then straightened and handed Harrison the torch. She unbuttoned her tunic and undid her bra. Out flopped two luscious tits; hands would look puny against them. She rubbed lube to his penis and tit-fucked him, swinging her ass in invitation towards him. Moving very slowly because even pain was a restraint, Harrison eventually had two fingers into her very moist pussy and was wondering whether his whole hand would slip in – it felt that big – when her pager went. "Damn," she said. "Must go." "I'm almost there," he groaned and she said she'd give him two more minutes. As Gina jerked him to the finish he sucked his fingers and she hosed his semen over his face and hair and giggling wiped him dry. "Bye." "Bye gorgeous," he whispered. After she'd left, the curtains still round his bed, Harrison heard Parissa call, "You're disgusting." "Want me to come over and attend to you?" "Attempt that and I'll kill you." "Goodnight Parissa." There was no reply. Next morning, preparing for his transfer and after his easy lesson on use of the walker, Harrison went to Parissa's bedside. "Hi, may I ask why don't you have visitors?" "My few relatives including my parents live almost fifteen hundred miles away. Please don't look at me." "I want to look at you, okay?" "If you must." Harrison said, "I heard the nurses telling you this morning the burn sites are looking good and you sounded disbelieving. I'm no medic but all I see through the mesh is healthy skin. I bet you will look as good as new after treatment and after time. If it's not 100 percent, a bit of makeup will be the fix required." "Oh yeah." "Well, don't believe me. I'll be having daily dressing changes of my deep lacerations for a couple of weeks." "What happened to you?" About to reply, Harrison remembered Parissa had suffered severe trauma. "Oh, I fell off a balcony. Look, I'll be finding somewhere to live near here where I can walk straight out at ground level for physiotherapy. You'll require similar support for weeks. Want to come and share as a flat mate when you are discharged?" "No, get away from me you creep." "Okay Parissa, if that's how you feel. Goodbye and have a speedy recovery." She didn't answer. * * * Parissa was pleased the nightmares were fading and they would probably dim quicker now that creep was gone. She asked Mrs Gapes could she have a single room. "Your insurance states a shared room dear. Sorry. Perhaps you could write home and ask for money?" "No. I don't want to do that. My family was expecting me to fail when I left home so no way and I going to give them the satisfaction of saying, "We told you so." "Well, fortunately you are well insured. You realize the attorney appointed to represent you has had your court case deferred until you are well enough to attend the court in person?" "Yes." "I'll have almost as much influence as your physician in saying when you are ready to appear in court. I will delay it as long as possible." "Thank you Mrs Gapes." "Call me Gina. Tell me why you don't want anyone to share your room?" "That creep Harrison. He kept talking to me intimately and said he was only trying to lift my spirits. He even suggested we could be flat mates when I get out of here." "Oh?" "Yes oh. He said the apartment would be on the flat near here, convenient to come over for physiotherapy together. Gina said softly, "He called me yesterday to see how you are progressing. He often does that. He's been to look at two apartments but the landlords lied about accessibility and condition. The premises were most unacceptable." "He's a stalker. Can't you see that? He wants to finish off what that other criminal tried to do to me in burning my face or don't you believe me? Do you think I burnt my own face?" "Calm down Parissa. We always believed your story and then were informed the police have arrested the suspect. Three witnesses who saw him attempting to jump on to the car you stole to escape him have identified him. He was arrested driving your car." "Well, fancy that. I feel a lot better going to court knowing my side of the story has credibility." "Yes and the suspect has convictions for assault on women." "Perhaps the police can put my ex-fellow patient away as well." Gina felt the time was right to tell Parissa. "I want you to keep calm Parissa, will you do that for me because there is something significant I must tell you?" "Go on." When your speeding vehicle went out of control when you took evasive action to avoid that elderly couple in front of you, the vehicle you were in turned over two and a half times in the air before it landed with crushing force, fortunately upside down to soften the impact as the cabin is built to fold in progressively. Had it not been like that – miraculously like that – the vehicle would have crushed Mr Harrison Holmes to death." "What – the creep was my... my... victim?" "Yes dear," Gina said taking the distressed young women's hands and kissing them. "He bears you no ill; I'm sure about that." CHAPTER 2 Three weeks later, her neck injury healing well, Parissa required only a soft neck support band. She was being moved about in a wheelchair and the next day Gina and two nurses in uniform accompanied Parissa to the courtroom in an ambulance. She identified she assailant and her account of what happened was partially collaborated by witnesses. The defendant who's pleaded not guilty changed his plea to guilty and that part was all over. The group from the hospital went to early lunch as Parissa's charges relating to auto-theft and dangerous driving was scheduled for 1:00 pm. Back in court Parissa sighed when she heard one of the attorneys was representing a Mr Harrison Anthony Holmes, the victim in the accident, and another declared he was appearing for the insurance company for Mr Harrison Anthony Holmes and another said she represented Mrs Eliza Warner, owner of the stolen and wrecked vehicle. At the appropriate time Parissa pleaded guilty to two of the five charges she faced. Her attorney had said he would plead mitigating circumstances and it was possible, just possible, she could get off with a suspended sentence if the police withdrew some of the charges as soon as she pleaded guilty. The police reduced the charges to auto theft and dangerous driving causing injury. Parissa's attorney mounted a very strong defense and the body language from the judge was encouraging. Just as the defense attorney went to sit, the judge said he would like to hear from character witnesses. The attorney was about to reply none were available when Gina called to the attorney and stood. She testified that the defendant had been a patient in her area of responsibility for ten weeks, having being admitted to potentially serious neck injuries, severe shock, two broken ankles and trauma associated with receiving four three-degree cigarette burns to her face. Miss Wilkinson had been a model patient – cooperative and friendly at all times as her recovery began and a friendship had developed between them despite that being against her personal policy at attempting to remain aloof from patients. "Why was that Mrs Gapes?" the judge asked. "Because the what had happened to her, her suffering and being so far away from kin. I found myself acting not unlike a big sister Your Honor. I am prepared to vouch for her and would say I believe she acted in blind fear with her attacker coming back at her and making extreme threats against her." A guy in a walking frame at the back of the courtroom spoke, as Gina resumed her seat. "I am qualified to speak in support of Miss Wilkinson." "This is Mr Harrison Anthony Holmes, the victim of the crash, from whom the court heard from earlier." The judge asked in disbelief he wanted to hear from witnesses of character, not someone wanting to discredit the defendant. Harrison repeated he wished to speak in support of Miss Wilkinson. He said after receiving skin grafts and having her ankles set in plaster, Miss Wilkinson arrived in his room after he was asked did he have any objection. He hadn't anything but sympathy as he'd earlier heard the woman driver who'd injured him and wrecked his car had been injured by a man who had threatened her with grievous harm. "So for all but two days of the three weeks we shared the room I got to know Miss Wilkinson. Initially she was frightened and in despair at losing her beauty because of the cigarette burns but slowly she regained her confidence – I'd like to believe that came partly from being in my company – and we became friends, very good friends. I have recently leased an apartment near the hospital and intended flat-sharing with her so we can cross to the hospital physiotherapy department together. I have several weeks of recuperation to strengthen my injured left leg and she faces possible months of recuperation with physiotherapists working on strengthening her neck and strengthening her ankles. I made the suggestion of flat-sharing when being discharge from hospital and sincerely hope she will accept my offer. That is how much I think of Miss Wilkinson and hope to assist in her full recovery. What happened to me was a sheer accident and I'm reasonably happy it happened to me because if she'd driven into that couple they would not have stood a chance." Fuck-Bunny The judge said, "I face a difficult task here Mr Holmes. Ordinarily both the charges to which Miss Wilkinson has pleaded guilty carry jail sentences. But there are very extenuating circumstances working in the defendant's favor so I have decided to lean backwards in thinking leniency." The judge asked the defendant did she have any objection of being released into the care and custody of Harrison Anthony Holmes for the next three months. Initially looking shocked, Parissa said she had no objection at all. "Mrs Gapes, are you prepared to make one telephone call a day, seven days a week for three months to check on the condition of Miss Wilkinson, or alternatively she may call you?" "I would be delighted to do that," Your Honor. "Well, if someone appeals to a higher court about this mind-bending decision of mine I shall not be delighted," Judge Ross smiled ruefully. He dismissed the charge of auto theft and reduced the charge to improper use of a motor vehicle, convicting and fining the defendant $250, and placed her into the care of Harrison Anthony Holmes for ninety days with the condition that if that failed to work out she would become a ward of the state until her medical rehabilitation was complete. In the foyer outside the courtroom the participants gathered. The almost gloating attorney said to his client, "Parissa, we have just witnesses one of those rare moments when a judge leaned over so far backwards he's pushed his powers to the limit, if not beyond them." "Don't you know?" "There are fine lines Parissa, where the legislation, precedents and textbooks do not apply absolutely, where on both sides of the line it's like no-man's land, definable only by interpretation. This afternoon we were walked down that line and amazingly you popped up smelling of roses. Of course you did nothing approaching criminal intent but taken each in isolation you – unwittingly would be the kind word for it – committed five crimes recognized by the police and public prosecution in the five charges initially laid against you. But hey, let's not worry about it, you are free, apart from being placed under the rule of this man here." "Oh god," Parissa said, looking at Harrison, her heart sinking, her face turning white. "Come on, back we go," Gina said cheerfully, turning the wheelchair towards the ambulance that had just arrived. "No, there's something I must do." "Thank you Lionel," she said, pulling down her surprised attorney's head by grabbing his tie. She kissed his cheek. "You performed incredibly well for me, skating practically all the way on thin ice as I understand it." "You made it easier being an honest-looking defendant, an innocent victim who looked vulnerable and as shown by the evidence presented had fled for her life, outcome unknown, panic taking over." "Which is how you described it." "Yes Parissa, and not only that but I believed it and the judge may have seen you as his own daughter or niece, presuming he has them. I'll be in touch as there are papers to sign." As the attorney left Harrison took his place. He said well done and hoped she hadn't over-tired herself. "What do you care?" Parissa snapped. She held out her hand to be shaken and asked Gina could they go. "Yes, but you two need to talk about the rules of loose cohabitation." "You and Parissa take care of that," Harrison said. "Goodbye you two. Hope to see you soon Parissa." "Then come an see me before I'm discharged on Friday morning." Gina smiled at Harrison and pushed Parissa to the waiting ambulance crew. Just before 5:00 Gina arrived at Harrison's apartment carrying bags of food. They had spoken earlier in the afternoon and she'd obtained the address and said she'd call on the way home. "My husband Jerry is eating out tonight before going on to bowling. I thought I might as well cook you dinner, that is if it's convenient and if you are alone." Leaning on the walking frame, Harrison said, "I am and it is." "Pardon me?" "I am alone and it is convenient." "Oh, of course." "Here, let me take a bag. God you smell feminine." She laughed lightly. "Er, in the nicest possible way." "Thank you kind sir," Gina said, as Harrison put down the bag and she put her one beside it. She then asked, "Don't I get a kiss?" He swallowed. "Er, you are married Gina." "That didn't seem to be an issue when you were in your hospital bed?" "Well I was scarcely in the position to fuck you, was I?" Removing her coat she said coolly, "And you are now?" Harrison's mouth hung open. "Well?" He ignored that. Instead he said, "Please sit on the table." Gina pushed things aside on the small but solid table and said he could lean against her. "That's the intention," he said, pushing away his walking frame. Gina, her dark hair back in a French roll and wearing a little too much make-up in a successful effort to hide ageing lines, opened her lush lips slightly and she sighed as she was kissed. She occasionally had brief encounters with male patients after they left hospital but this was the guy she'd most wanted to take to bed. They kissed some more and then Gina lifted Harrison's hand on to her breast to remove any uncertainty. The next minute he was fiddling under the back of her top so she pulled off the top and freed the last hook for him. He then guzzled. Yes guzzled. He sucked, blew, licked and made gurgling noises and she almost lifted off the table as desire ballooned through her. God he was exciting. Harrison lifted up his red, smiling face, his dribble dripping from both cheeks. "Sorry – I fell into it, ready to soar and this is the first fuck I've had in two months." "Oh we're going to do that are we?" "Gina, please. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Say the word." "Get that cock out and fuck fuck fuck fuck me, you lovely man." "What, here on the table?" "Yes, here on the table and then I'll make spaghetti bolognaise to be served late. I'll call my husband and say I'm staying the night with my younger sister. He won't bother to check because I often do that on his bowling night or when he and the guys go to football." "On the table?" "That's what I said. I'll open pussy for you... I want it, Harrison, all of it. Help me make a baby." "What!" "I'm forty-one and without a child Harrison. Must I fill in the dotted lines?" "No, I understand. But it's not likely is it?" "Probably not, but please do your very best. By coincidence the time in my cycle is quite good for that. If we do succeed no one but us will ever know. Jerry refused to be tested because he believes he'd be shattered if found to be sterile." "But here on the table – is that any good?" "Almost as good as it gets Harrison. I'll hold my butt up high as we finished and maintain that positions for a while. You can then lick my butt or if that doesn't appeal you can brown the minced steak." They would long remember that night of sexual gluttony, both making a real feast of it. Gina almost waddled when she left, taking with her Harrison's promise that he'd fuck her once a month for the next five months which is when she said she'd give up any hope of late pregnancy. But they soon found that wasn't necessary because after their third encounter the unbelievable happened: Mrs Gapes found herself 'unexpectedly' pregnant and architectural draftsman Mr Gapes was strutting around as if he were a potent force. There would be no finger pointing because in truth what baby girl ever really looks like her daddy? * * * Gina unlocked the door of the apartment and carried Parissa's bags in. Wheeling herself in Parissa said, "You seem to know your way about here." "Harrison and I are friends. I have been here several times and he and I go to a movie occasionally and have been to a concert together. He and my husband Jerry are becoming friends as he's stayed with us a couple of weekends." "Have you also stayed here?" Tess glared. Gina swallowed. "Yes, twice." "I thought as much." Gina asked did Parissa have a problem with that? "No." "I'm hoping something more than a friendship will develop between your two." Parissa, turning slightly pinched in the face, said, "Oh yeah? That's a laugh. Is there a lock on my bedroom door?" "Yes, Harrison told me he fitted the lock the day I told him you wanted that done." "Oh really and he has a spare key. Great." "It's a combination lock and is ready for you to set the combination." "Oh, Parissa sighed. "Aren't I a first-clash bitch?" Gina hugged her and said Parissa has suffered deep trauma but was pulling out of it despite refusing help from a psychologist. At that, for the first time, Gina felt Parissa respond and hugged her back. When they pulled apart Parissa saw the tears and asked Gina what was the matter. "You're getting better," Gina said. "You must understand, I can see what lies beneath and because of that I regard you fondly." "As you do Harrison." "Yes." Waiting for the scowl Gina was delighted to see the smile and hear Parissa say, "Well I must say you have excellent taste." Parissa asked would Harrison return before dark. "Yes, his flight lands around 3:00." "What has he been doing?" "He returned home because he wanted to inspect an apartment block that has come up for sale. He can refinance by selling off two of his smaller blocks if he can negotiate a three-month settlement to give him time to achieve the sales, but he first had to make a thorough inspection and study the tenancy agreements." "Is that what he does?" "Yes, he buys and renovates and on-sells apartment blocks to corporate investors. You know very little about him, don't you?" "Little except I almost killed him and he's always thinking about sex." "For god sake Parissa, he's a guy. Give him a break." Harrison, using only a single crutch, arrived to find the two women drinking wine. "Hey guys, welcome to your new home Parissa." "Thank you." Gina stood, walked over and kissed Harrison and then stood beside him, placing an arm around his waist. She then stared at Parissa. "You want... you want..." Parissa choked. "Yes," Gina said clearly. Parissa moved over smoothly in her wheelchair, pushing side-on into Harrison and reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him. "Thank you." "That do you think of it?" "It's bigger than expected." "Do you like your bedroom?" "My transitional bedroom I prefer to call it. I feel I'm lifting from my restraints. Since we are sharing accommodation I am beginning to think about sharing a bed before too long. Please allow me to proceed slowly and then one day soon I'll ask if that's what you want." "I look forward to that day. Please kiss me again." They broke apart when they heard the front door close softly. "Don't go after Gina in that chair," Harrison smiled. "You might do yourself an injury. Here, use my phone to say thank you. Here's the number, I call her most days at her request because I have no other friend in this city although that could improve because we are going out with her husband Jerry and his mates and their wives this Saturday night." Parissa wheeled into her bedroom to make the call. Harrison heard her crying and saying Gina had made her so happy. He sniffed and went over and poured himself a glass of wine. CHAPTER 3 Harrison escorted Parissa to the physiotherapy department next morning without a problem. It was only a short walk and there were traffic lights at the pedestrian crossing to the hospital. Harrison had booked their treatment times together. She'd been sleeping so soundly Harrison had to awake her. Then he'd murmured, "Sorry... er... I wasn't to know you sleep topless." He didn't look away. "And bottomless," she said, looking at the breast spilling over her arm. She turned on to her back to give Harrison a more balanced view of them. "They are wider apart than on some women." "Oh, an authority on breasts are we?" she said, and immediately called, "No don't go. I want to learn to be relaxed around you and this is a good way to start. Take a good look at them." "They are very lovely. Should be rather pert when you stand up, shoulders back." She smiled and reached over to the two sheets of paper on to bedside cabinet. "These are the rules of co-habitation I drafted with Gina's assistance." She then tore them into strips and rolled them into a ball and handed them to him. "The refuse bin thanks. Who needs rules? Please lead me to the shower." "Er, I'll fetch a gown." "No, it's as good a time as any for you to see what I've got. Sorry it's untrimmed." "What may I call it?" "Tits and pussy are fine by me – only cunt if and when were are engaged in serious fucking." "You're much better and making a real effort, aren't you?" "Yes." "Your face is still a bit of a mess. Are you getting used to looking at it in the mirror?" "Yes." "And seeing incremental improvement every day?" "Every other day or so, yes." "May we kiss each morning, even without having cleaned our teeth?" "Yes." "Where are you going?" Harrison turned and said with surprise she'd wanted him to lead her to the bathroom – presumably to open doors and place the shower mat and turn on the water. "Yes, but where's my morning kiss?" "Oh," he smiled, coming towards her. "Naughty boy, where's the crutch." "I'm now on to light weight-bearing – which means short steps over flat ground for very short bursts." "Good boy. Aren't we making progress?" They kissed, taking their time about it and then Harrison helped Parissa into her wheelchair although she was capable of doing it herself. At the gym while undergoing ankle-flexing exercises under supervision, Parissa looked across and saw Harrison take a call. Perhaps it was a good business call because he was smiling. They left at 10:35 and he asked, "Are you okay about entering the hospital? I'm meeting Gina for coffee at 10:45. She'd like to see you but said if you are adverse about entering the hospital unnecessary then for me to escort you home first." "No, I'll be fine." At the public café Harrison suggested Parissa go to a table while he waited for Gina. Parissa thought Gina would find them in the café but perhaps she had something to tell Harrison. Well, obviously she did. Parissa saw Gina gesticulating wildly and then jump in against Harrison and hug him hugely but not kiss him. They came in and she could see Gina was almost bursting out of her skin. Parissa waited, Harrison studied the ceiling and then Gina announced she was pregnant. The two women hugged and when Harrison returned from ordering the coffee Parissa asked, "Is Harrison the father?" "Yes," Gina said without hesitation. "Isn't he a good boy. He has given me and unbeknown to Jerry, a wonderful gift." Harrison asked apprehensively, "Are you angry at me Parissa?" "No, no I don't think so. I can see from Gina she regards it as a wonderful gift and really it's none of my business." "Watch out," Gina laughed. "I may make you my child's godmother." The three of them laughed. Everything appeared smooth again. As soon as they were over the arterial road safely Harrison said, "I won't be dismayed if you're cross at me impregnating Gina?" "No, it's fine, really. I've gotten used to the idea. She must be on the brink of being unable to conceive." "Yes, she told me I was her last chance." "Is her husband sterile?" "Possibly but he refused to be tested. They have been married eight years. So she went to a specialist at the hospital and changed her eating habits, exercised and took pills and powders he subscribed and then went after me as I was the only prospect in her sights right then." "Did she warn you about what she was doing?" "In a full and frank but short discussion. She then invited me to make her pregnant. We were to try once a month over six months but it was bull's-eye on month three." Parissa stopped for a rest, flexing her arms as she found wheeling herself was quite tiring but insisted Harrison not push her except across roads or over very uneven ground as he must look after his own welfare and not risk twisting his leg. She was very tired when they reached her room so he lifted her on to her bed, placed pillows against her sides as instructed to stop her turning, unfastened and removed the fiberglass casts and bandaged her ankles firmly. She was almost asleep before he'd finish. "Call me when you want something," he whispered. "I'll be out for a half an hour. I'll leave my spare mobile phone on your cabinet. It's fully charged." She smiled. * * * Harrison, the impregnator of Gina, was relieved that Parissa hadn't attempted to pull away from him in disgust. He wrote down Parissa's splint size number and went over the hospital's splints department and asked for a duplication of Parissa's splints. The grumpy guy not much older than Harrison asked for the requisition order and then said no requisition order no supply and walked off. Harrison stood, boiling, not knowing whether to run after the mutt and crack him one or tear the place apart. "May I help you sir?" asked a woman who'd come from the nearby office. Harrison explained he'd made a request for a duplicate set of splints but the request had been refused because he had no requisition order. The woman asked why he wanted a second set and Harrison explained he wanted to bath his patient, Miss Wilkinson. "This Miss Wilkinson, I remember her case – both ankles broken?" "Yes." "I notice you are on a crutch and are limping. How can you possibly be looking after her as well as yourself or have you someone assisting?" "Parissa is a tough cookie, doing almost everything herself. The hospital discharged her yesterday, satisfied she is in good hands. We are in contact with Mrs Gapes every day as required by the court when Parissa was placed under my care." "Oh god, you are the person Parissa almost killed, Harrison someone?" "Harrison Holmes." "Yes, there was a big piece about you two in the newspaper three days ago about the judge bending over backwards in dealing with Parissa because you two had developed a friendship and that you wanted to help Parissa because she was going through a tougher time than you were. They only used police photographs taken of you both at the accident scene because you'd both gone to ground and reporters couldn't find you." "We are at 18B on Stent and come across each day for physiotherapy," Harrison grinned. "Ohmigod, you're not only a hero but you are very practical." "Look ma'am, could you pop across now and again – say during your lunch break – and visit Parissa as she will get sick of male company. Gina Gapes plans to drop in twice a week. If you do come call me on this number," Harrison said, giving her his card, "and I'll make extra for lunch." "Yes, I'd like to do that. You said 18B Stent Street. Please expect me tomorrow. My name is Ida. "Please give me the splint number you have written down." "Thank you. Oh Frank!" "Yes Mrs Young?" "Please fetch a pair of 668-B's with submersible linings and book them out to me." "Right you are Mrs Young," Frank said, glancing at Harrison and looking curious. Back at the apartment Harrison made some business calls and then napped. He jumped to his feet when he heard Parissa calling. He went to her room and she said, very pink in the cheeks, "I'd like a glass of wine. I am allowed up to two a day, preferable red." "Right, you've had a lovely sleep. I'll run a bath for you." "I'm only permitted to sit in the shower in my wheelchair." "I'll fetch a wine that you can sip while I attend to you." "Yes sir." Harrison returned with the wine and the new set of casts. "I fetched these from the hospital so I can lift you into the bath, with your assistance." Fuck-Bunny "Oh lovely. You are so kind. Will you undress me?" "Yes but you can do that." "I'll enjoy you doing that, feeling your hands over me. It's a long time since I've experienced that feeling. But I don't want you to..." "Understood," Harrison said hastily. "I need to remove your panties before I take your bandages off." "Yes, and they always need to go on before my day splints go on." "Got it. How's the pain and the swelling?" "The ankle with the plate and screws hurts the most and swells the most. I have taken pain relief. Please, please dear Harrison, don't get too angry with me on my down days when I become depressed and irritable. You have no idea... oh, sorry, you know only too well. You know I was so mean to you in our room in the hospital. I particularly recall on my second day in that room you telling me not to sulk and to remember I was lucky to be alive and then you said I had lovely eyes." "Yeah, almost azure." She laughed, "And on another occasion I said don't look at my face!" "And I said, okay, providing you don't attempt to look at my boner." "Yes and I said go away you disgusting man and then for the next few hours relieved my pain by trying to imagine what your boner looked like and the ways you could use it to comfort me." "You did?" "Yeah, and finally I erupted, scarcely having to touch myself." "You did?" "Nah, I only just made that up to make you feel pleased about yourself." Harrison delicately removed her panties and as she watched he blatantly sniffed them. "Harrison!" "What? Did I do something you found unacceptable?" "Well no, it's just... oh god, look at my red face. I can't have any blood left in my ankles." Harrison then undid the side-zipped skirt and then removed the top and the bra. "Like what you see." "Yeah but perhaps I could be allowed to clip the bush." "Fuck off!" "Oh my, we are better after pain killers and a long sleep. I need to replace the ankle bandages with these submersibles." "Of course. I'm still in awe thinking how clever you were in thinking about that and then going off and get them for me." The guy was a brute but a smiling woman came out and fixed it all up for me. She's coming over for lunch tomorrow." "Why?" "Because she's bright and I said you need some female company." "I see, and how old is she?" "Pushing fifty." "Oh. I'd thought..." "You are entitled to think like that and without me thinking you are a bitch." "Kiss me." "Why?" "To make my feel better about myself." "Well, okay. Anything for a kiss." Harrison ran off to check the water level in the bath and returned with his glass of wine. "Cheers." "Cheers. You know Harrison, the people around me in hospital were better looking than you and had softer hands but thinking about it I like it better here because it's not like being in a hospital and you talk to me as if I were a woman and not a patient, if you know what I mean." "I sure do." "Oh, there I go again. Of course you do and hear this: Gina said because of you I'm out of hospital and outpatient care three weeks if not a month earlier than had I been without care-giver. I will never be able to repay you." "Oh yes you will dear. Just one good fuck when you're ready will wipe the slate clean." Parissa laughed, shaking her head. "God, don't you think about anything else? Harrison just beamed at her and then went off to change into shorts. In the bathroom Harrison sat on pillows on a chair beside the bath, his good leg in the bath. He then lifted Parissa off the wheelchair, swung her over his lap and lowered her into the water, she taking some of the weight on her hands and arms. "Wheeeee!" she called, entering the water. "That was so easy." "Oh fuck," Harrison groaned. "What, what is it? Have you hurt yourself?" "No, I'm fine. It's just that I gave some thought about how to get you into the bath without injuring us but thought nothing about how to get you out." "Oh god, that will be the difficult part, won't it?" "Yes. I'll fetch the wine... I'll bring your wine, there's a building supplies store just down the street from here. I'll be less than twenty minutes. I'll bring two burly builder's to help lift your out." "Harrison!" "Only joking. Just enjoy your bath dear, wash and increase the level of the water but without drowning yourself." "Is that a serious request – to increase the level of water?" "Yes, truly." "May I borrow your wheelchair?" "Yes of course." Parissa heard Harrison return in less than fifteen minutes. He pushed in an eight-foot long and quite wide aluminum plank on the wheelchair. "You're mad. How the fuck do you think I'm going to climb a plank?" Harrison ignored her and went out to collect his wine and he sipped it and went out and came back with a blanket that he draped over the edge of the bath, behind Parissa's head. He sipped more wine and asked her to tell him when she wished to get out." "Now, but I'm not climbing that plank." Harrison sipped more wine and took off his trousers and his shirt. "Oh god," Parissa cried out in horror, for the first time seeing the scars on four deep gouges across his rib cage, his left hip and across his back, no longer carrying 185 stitches. I did that to you." "It was an accident and either bits off your car or my car ripped me." She began to weep so Harrison let her be. He lowered the plank into the water and then asked Parissa to float to the far side of the bath. With the plank in position he ask her to float as much of her body as she could on to it. "I've stopped the plank just below your knees, to keep pressure off your heels. Very gently now." "Don't you dare re-injure you collarbones." "I won't." He tied his belt buckled at the last hole nearest the end around his chest. "Right, put both your hands through the loop of the belt and I'll pull the top half of your body not yet on the plank. Easy – grab the plank if the belt fails. Parissa made some progress and then called stop. She hooked her nearest arm through the belt and with ease lifted all of herself on to the plank. "Phew!" she said. "Good thinking. Now with two thirds of the plank out behind us you pull the end down without too much effort, taking care of your shoulders, pull the end around a bit and I'm over the bath, but not in my wheelchair. So what then?" "Er, let me do this next bit and I'll figure out something." "I've already done that. You bend over the end of that ladder and I'll inch down holding my legs up as I do when exercising with the splints on at the gym. I'll pull my butt by gripping the sides of the plank." "That's brilliant. Good girl. I hate putting you through this." "I'll tell you what darling. I prefer this any day to having two burly builders with dirty fingernails doing their best to lift me out, each with a hand in a lower crevice." "Oh god." "Grin and bear it Harrison. You've been through much worse. Just remind me to always shower." They laughed and finished their wine. "Right here we go." "Okay. You know Harrison, you are seeing a lot more of my pussy than I had intended at this stage." "Pussy? I ain't seen no pussy. I have spent the past hour blinded by sweat and panic." "You fucking liar Harrison. You'll keep." The doorbell rang and Harrison said ignore it. "No, it will be Gina. Put your trousers on and throw a towel over me and go to the door. You could do with assistance." "She'll think I can't manage." "Oh yeah. She'll think you should be fucking me instead of trying to bath me." "Stop it Parissa, you're making me panic." "Off you go. STOP. Your crutch." Parissa, draped along the plank still mostly in the water, smiled when she had Harrison say hi and Gina said hello lovely man and then she complained where was her kiss. They was silence and then Gina said did he call that a kiss. Harrison then said that was all she was getting, she'd better come through. "Ohmigod," Gina said, eyeing up the situation. She then caught Parissa's smile and relaxed somewhat. Dropping her handbag, car keys and sunglasses and taking off her red leather jacket she said, "Really Harrison. I'm aware you have no concept of patient care but have you a concept of anything? This is no time to be playing see-saw with one of my still recovering patients." "What?" asked that startled Harrison. "Okay, enough clowning. Let me see, you placed Parissa with relative ease into the bath, quite forgetting the limitations of your lifting ability with your self-repairing collarbones. So you found a plank and intend lifting Parissa out of the bath using the cantilever effect and then for her to gradually shuffle down on her back, keeping her ankles clear. Oh very good. And with her head touching the floor and her legs still up the ladder, then what?" "Well... well... well..." "You haven't a clue, have you?" "Um...I..." Harrison said, turning a finger around in his right earhole. And then it came to him. "We were expecting you at this time so it will be just a matter of quickly dismantling the back and sides of the wheelchair, pulling the plank to the end of the bath and you leaning over and taking her legs around the knees and me lifting her by the shoulders, keeping my elbows tight against my body when lifting as shown to my by my physiotherapist and we gently place Parissa into her wheelchair. I replace the back and sides and lo, crisis over." Gina nodded and said that might work. "Are you sure you physiotherapist said you were allowed to lift anything." "Yes," Harrison lied, feeling the theory was good. "Elbows tucked in like this, same width as my shoulders and I take most of the weight on my hands. Once you have Parissa's legs placed correctly you assist me lift her back up." "Are you comfortable about this Parissa?" "Yes, everything he's attempted so far has worked out fine. No sweat." "Good, let's do it. You know Harrison, it would have been better for both of you had you taken Parissa to your bed instead of placing her in jeopardy like this." Parissa winked at Harrison and he really blushed. An hour later as Gina prepared to go she said, you look exhausted Parissa. "Put her to bed as soon as I go Harrison. Oh, regarding Saturday night. Jerry and I will come and collect you two. We have decided to dine at the bowling alley because everything is set up for wheelchairs and even for you to play Parissa. A ramp is placed alongside your wheelchair and you have to decide what angle the chute should be set out and just how hard to push the ball." "It sounds fun." "Yeah, looking forward to it." Harrison said. "It will be the first date for Parissa and me." Gina and Harrison watched Parissa turn a beautiful shade of pink, but neither commented. CHAPTER 4 Nine days after the 'bath' incident, Harrison and Parissa returned from the airport in the old pickup he rented after being past fit to drive again. The doors were wide, providing Parissa ease of access and it was easy for Harrison to fold and place the wheelchair on to the cargo box. He was now walking with a cane and Parissa was permitted to place light weight on her right foot. That ankle had suffered the least damage and had only been lightly pinned and those pins had been removed a week ago. "You don't really want to live with me in Hopetoun City, do you?" "Can't say I do, sorry. I tried hard but the thing it lacks is charm." "I've never heard it put that way before." "Sorry." "No, don't be sorry. I think it sums up the place almost elegantly but implicit in warning." "Really?" "Yes. So where would you like to go?" "I guess right now there are many places I have not visited will have the right mix but of all the places I've been, here is my best pick." "Right, you open your door and I'll arrive with your chair." "You have been doing light weights for weeks now. Are you strong enough to carry me." "Yes. My collarbones as you know have checked out fine. Want me to carry you to your room do you?" "No, to your room if you are agreeable. Just cuddles tonight but perhaps some adventure in the morning." Harrison grinned. "Okay, is this to seduce me into staying here?" "I'd like to think so but no. You are free to go. I called my attorney yesterday and he said the court would appoint me to someone, probably a homely couple on its list of volunteer providers. I probably could stay with Jerry and Gina while the application is being processed." "I have no inclination to go anywhere fast. I have told you there is no one else, that I split from my family of no-hopers." "Yes, you did say that and my family and I don't see eye to eye." "So if you stay here will you return to school teaching?" "No, I rather liked what I was doing on a temporary basis, office work with responsibility." "You could work for me." "What, based here?" "Perhaps. But let's talk more about this in the morning. The travel has made you tired but I must say you are much stronger than you were even a week ago and you know something – you've stopped talking about your skin grafts." "Well yes and that's because it's difficult to exactly pinpoint them." After Harrison had removed Parissa's splints and bandaged her ankles she asked, "Would you like to kiss my pussy before you kiss me goodnight?" "Yes but on one condition." "What, odor?" "No, not at all. I'm without fear when it comes to pussy kissing. No, I want you to pull me away if I kiss longer than ten seconds." Parissa giggled. "All right." Harrison kissed her for five seconds and then kissed her. "If it's going to be used regularly I must trim it," Parissa said, pulling a hair from her mouth." "Yeah, I'll assist. I'm off to shower soon. Kick me out of the bed if I crowd you. How's the pain?" "Under control. As you know, in two weeks I could be walking short distances on crutches if my right ankle keeps on improving under lightweight work and will take more loading." "It will. Janice told me it would but not to tell you because she doesn't want you to get excited and get ahead of yourself." "I won't. I've read blog discussion about some people with ankle breaks saying their greatest mistake was ignoring advice and stupidly trying to do too much too soon including going back to work too early." Harrison crept into bed. As soon as he settled Parissa draped an arm over his belly. He whispered, "Good girl" but there was no reply. He awoke in the morning to find her staring at him. "Ready to go big boy?" He swallowed and nodded, knowing the time had come. He'd been anxiously waiting for this. "I'll have a pee then remove your bandages and put your splints on and then put you on your chair for your bathroom visit." "Thanks. I though of doing it without my splints but then remembered us talking last night about not attempting too much too soon. Incremental steps, eh?" "Good idea." It was an unsatisfactory encounter. Neither got off. It was uncomfortable for them both because of necessary constraints and any excessive movement pained Parissa. They decided to try in a month's time." A few minutes of resting and Parissa said, "Perhaps in a fortnight's time." "Yeah and you make the call." She looked at Harrison fondly and then said, "We mustn't rush but could try in a week's time. But right now wriggle down and lick pussy. It sure wishes to come. And then I'll get you away by sucking. You must has a pint of semen ready to splatter me with." That little session concluded happily. "God, little wonder you got Gina pregnant," Parissa marveled. "There's enough semen over me to impregnate a hundred women." The smirking Harrison handed her a towel. * * * Harrison, by now walking unaided and Parissa was coping well on crutches with still one operation to go, had quit the buildings he owned in Hopetoun and worked with a local branch of the bank he had in that city to set up sufficient funding to buy a 22-apartment building in need of upgrading. He engaged trades people to upgrade one of the two penthouses, the one used by the previous owner and his family. The day after that work was completed he parked opposite and they entered a coffee shop. "You usually take me to coffee right in the city center. What is this about? Harrison smiled. "Come on, is your new building ready and we are going to inspect it." "Well only one apartment is finished. It will be a long job. In all there are twenty-two apartments." "God, your financing must be high." "It's not too bad really. Everything will be self-funding out of income including an overdraft facility. See the building across the street – that's it." "Charmers Apartments. Oh god, its big and they look mid-market. Oh Harrison, you've done very well and I like the name." "I negotiated a good deal because some of them are really in disrepair and no other buyers was in sight." "Good boy." "Finish your coffee and we'll inspect our new home." "Our new home? But I haven't contributed." "Do you have any money?" "Well yes, almost fifty thousand. My grandparents left me money." "Well let's say I provide the four walls and the upgrade of décor, completed yesterday, and you fit it out totally." "Yes, how much will that cost?" "Depending on your extravagance, from twenty to thirty thousand all up." "Oh god, I'm so excited. Can we go and inspect it now?" They stood looking out at the view across parkland and including Lake Windermere. Parissa was tiring from excitement and exclamations about how lovely every room appeared to be and what she could do with it. She yawned. "Yes I'll take full financial responsibility for the fit-out. What happens to my investment if we break up?" "You could lose it all." "Oh." "On the other hand I could give you this apartment as a wedding present." "Ooooh. Do you really want to marry a bitch like me?" "Well we are fucking great these days and you are very good. So the answer is yes. Oh I also like you for your company and... er..." "Brain?" "Yes, definitely. The bank is interested in financing me into more self-funding purchases so our third bedroom her could be your administration office. You would be in a salary of course." "Then the answer is yes darling. I will marry you. My future with you looks assured. Without the business relationship I would have just been your fuck-bunny." "Well long may that fuck-bunny concept endure Parissa." They sealed their commitment with a kiss. A very long kiss. * * * They married and eighteen months later Parissa gave birth to twin boys. Harrison was elected president of the city's Business and Professional Association and ran unsuccessfully for Mayor a year later but won the post at the next election and had been re-elected for a second term. He appeared to have the position for life. THE END