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                                  Hero
                                by JRyter

Copyright© 2008 by JRyter


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Description: A man stands on the edge of a bridge in the pouring rain, ready to end his life in the river below. Suddenly a vehicle is forced over the banister he is holding to, and he is thrown into the river with the vehicle and it's three occupants. What happens next will change many lives forever.(Click on my name for more of my stories)

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Chapter 1


Marc Grayson sat alone in a small coffee shop near the interstate where I-220 Loop passes through the downtown section of Shreveport, Louisiana.

This was his birthday, he was forty today. As he drank his warm coffee and ate his cold donut, he looked in the mirror across the countertop from where sat and reflected on the failures in his life.

He saw his reflection in the mirror too, as he held his coffee mug and let his tired mind wander.

He saw a man with coal black hair, graying at the temples and over his ears, his hair was down on his collar in back and wet and windblown on top and front.

His face was weathered, lines crossed his forehead from the years of worry and frustration in his life and more recently, hot days in the sun. His shoulders were broad and his build fit his 5'11" frame. He was tanned from his past two jobs as a construction worker.

He sat on the counter stool and wondered where he would be next year this time. Would he even be here in Louisiana, or would he follow the crew to Kansas for the next job.

It seemed that no matter what he did, or how hard he planned, how much he saved, or how much he tried to follow the rules, there was always something waiting around the corner to prevent him from succeeding.

I'm a failure, my wife told me I was when she walked out the door. I tried, I tried really hard to be the man she wanted and tried to provide for her the way she was accustomed to.

It just didn't work out for us, or for my career. My boss was stealing from the company and I caught him. When I reported him to the front office and the authorities, he turned it all around on me. He could never prove his accusations about me, but he had hid his embezzlement so well that charges was never filed against him.

I lost my job, he kept his.

My accountant made some huge accounting errors on our joint tax returns. He covered his ass and told the IRS he had made the entries I had given him. I had made copies of all the papers I had given him from our records, he told them I was lying.

The IRS believed him. My wife believed him.

I lost my home and my wife took the car, her dad had bought it for her anyway and it was still in his name, that was the only reason then IRS didn't get it too.

They took all our savings, my 401K and all investment money we had. At least they told me I was square with them and could now work and pay taxes again. Not that I carried all this on my resume'.

So I was broke. The only job I could get was working as a construction laborer on this highway project. It paid good, but then it rained for five days in a row and I couldn't even pay my weeks rent at that flea and bed bug infested motel.

I hitched a ride down here this morning to see if I could at least get a few hours in to pay some of the rent. No such luck. I was low man on the Totem Pole and there were others that had a family that came first.

I paid my last $1.51 for my coffee and donut and headed back to the motel to get what little remained of my belongings. I felt like I could see the end of my life now. I felt defeated as I walked in the pouring rain along the roadway, cars spraying water on me in sheets as they drove through the flooded streets.

I was already soaked anyway, so it didn't matter. For the first time since all of this started, I was crying.

I mean I was really sobbing. No one could tell, I was bent over against the driving rain and I just let go and cried so hard my heart hurt in my chest.

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, Marc Grayson.

I've never been a quitter, I've always fought for what I got and went to school to get an education. I worked hard to buy my wife the things she wanted, even if it meant we had to let something else go.

I leaned against the rail where the viaduct started over the interstate 220 Loop. The wind was blowing the rain down now in sharp stinging droplets as I turned my face from the worst of it.

I saw the murky waters of the Red River below. The wind was causing little white-caps and the small boat traveling slowly up river was making a wake through the white-caps as I stood there looking down from the overpass.

I felt a peace come over me. I knew in that instant that I was about to give up on a life that was a failure anyway. No one would be around that could identify my body, even if they found me. No one cared.

I looked up to the dark angry, low sky, rain falling so hard my eyes stung, washing my tears out to mix with the rain and run down the gutter to mix again, this time with the murky water of the swollen river below.

"God, why did my life have to come to this?" I cried as I swung my left leg over the round rail atop the foot high curb of the overpass.

I heard a crash and metal scraping behind me as I lifted my right leg over the round steel pipe rail.

I looked back to see a truck crossing out of his lane in the downpour, the rear wheels of his long trailer scraping against the fender and hood of a white Lexus. Sparks flying in the rain like fireworks.

It was happening in slow motion as I held onto the rail with one hand and looked back.

I saw two teenage girls in the back seat of the car, driven by their Mom.

They were all screaming and crying as her car was forced over near the rail not six feet from where I was.

She looked at me as if asking for help, I looked back at the girls and they were holding onto each other and crying, looking at me as if I could save them.

The truck swung even more to the right and the Lexus hit the high curb forcing it over the concrete as the right front tire exploded. The tire was so close to my face I felt the rush of air pressure hit me, along with sand particles and pieces of rubber.

The car was already up on the curb. The metal guard rail flew from my hand and threw me outward into the air as the car went over the edge. I fell in slow motion toward the river below. I looked in the windows of the car as we fell side by side into the water below.

I saw the woman look at me with a pleading look and read her lips as she begged me to save her girls.

I looked back at the girls and saw them praying. Each with their hands clasped together, looking up to the heavens as we all went under the water with a huge splash, then I was sucked into the undertow of the sinking car and the river's current.

I don't remember a lot about what happened next, the river current was pulling and dragging me down river alongside the sinking car. I remember thinking that I couldn't let them drown. My lungs felt like they were already half full of the stinking oily water.

I grabbed the door handle and kicked as hard as I could against the front door glass, it cracked and my shoe came off. I could barely see to kick it again and my foot went through and I remember seeing the bloody water rush into the car.

I took my hands and pulled the broken safety glass back out of the way and felt a hand grab mine. I pulled the body through the opening and kicked hard to get us to the surface.

I coughed and puked my coffee and donut all over the woman as I swam with her to the steel rail around the concrete piling of the bridge.

"Please save my daughters, OH GOD, please don't let my babies die."

"Stay here, I'll get them." That's the last thing I remember in any with kind of order or sequence.

I can still see in my mind the car and the girls inside. I can see them as they screamed at me in the air pocket, clawing at the back window to get out.

Sometimes I can remember being in the door window and the glass cutting my ribs and my arms, but even then I wonder if I'm imagining that part.

The one thing I do remember is pulling them both through that broken door glass and my arms burning like they were afire as I kicked my legs hard against the side of the door, both them under my arms. I was puking and gagging and coughing as I saw hands reach out to grab the girls.

That's the last I remember until I woke up here in the hospital. My arms both bandaged and in a cast from the elbow down to my fingers, my ribs taped and blood seeping through the bandages on my stomach.

It was as though I was suspended above the bed looking down. My back was burning like it was on fire. My legs were bandaged and I saw some drips of blood on the white sheet below me.

I tried to open my mouth and spit, it wouldn't open. I ran my tongue around my teeth and felt the wires that tied my mouth shut.

I could see the bandages on my nose and cheek. I looked up as far as I could and raised my eyes to see where I was. I saw a mirror across the room and I saw a strange man hanging in the room with me, he was hanging from the ceiling with his arms looking like they were cupped, as if he were landing on water like a duck.

The man was a mess. I wondered if I was in hell and was seeing the torture a person was put through. I moved my hand and the man in the mirror did too. I moved the fingers that were sticking out of the bandages on my other hand, the man moved his fingers too.

This was me that was being tortured. I am the one. I was sent to hell for being such a pitiful excuse of a man and such a failure in my life. I never was the son my Mom and Dad deserved. I took all they offered and never thanked them. I cried at their funerals, but soon went on with my life.

This is what I deserved for being a failure.

I turned my eyes to the right and saw a metal stand next to me. There were four bags of clear liquid hanging there. I watched as the four little tubes each dripped in slow motion. I followed the tubes with my eye and the tubes joined together and ended as one into the back of my hand that wasn't bandaged all the way to my fingers.

I looked on the wall and saw some kind of blue box, with little lights and a beep-beep sound as a small light would swell up and run slowly across on a line to the other side, then it would start all over again and run in slow motion across once more.

I felt the pain go away and saw the light go out.

An alarm sounded.

The beeping stopped.

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"I think he's coming back this time Doc, his eyes are fluttering under his eyelids. We have a pulse Doc and the monitor shows a heart beat."

I just wish they would all go away and let me sleep, I am so tired, I need sleep.

"Stay with him Nurse Bennett, I want someone with him 24/7."

"Yes Sir, Dr. Garrard, please leave those instructions on his chart and at the nurses station before you leave."

"Mr. Grayson, can you hear me?"

"So tired and sleepy."

"I know you're sleepy but I need to talk to you, can you hear me?"

"So sleepy." That was all I could get to come out.

"Mr. Grayson, do you have any next of kin we can call and let them know you're alive and in the hospital?"

"No ... Sleepy." The nurse was bothering me. She was getting farther and farther away.

"Mr. Grayson, Mr. Grayson I need to talk to you."

"Talk to the fish swimming in the mirror over there, he will talk."

"OK Mr. Grayson, I'll talk to the fish, you just sleep."

"Sleepy."

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Mallory French was thirty five years old. Six months ago, she had divorced her husband of fifteen years, after she'd caught him in the storage room behind the garage with the maid.

They'd been high school sweethearts and had even gone to college together. They'd gotten married during Christmas break, two years before they graduated from college in the spring.

Mallory was pregnant with Matty. Marty was born the next year. She graduated at twenty two years old with her three year old and two year old daughters.

Don Broderick, her husband, had gone to work for her father after they moved back to Shreveport and was quickly promoted to assistant manager in charge of shipping and warehousing.

Five years ago he was promoted to supervising manager and somewhere along the way he had let all this go to his head. He splurged on his expense account at the country club where he entertained numerous friends and cohorts from college at the expense of the company.

His company credit cards were always maxed out at the end of the month.

Mallory's Father had talked to her about it and had even spoken to Don about his out of line expense account.

This was two days before Mallory caught him with their young Mexican maid.

Mallory never let them know she saw them. She called her daddy and told him to hurry over. He was there in less than five minutes, since they lived on the same large estate.

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Bryson French was a self made billionaire. He grew up rough and tumble and fought and scrapped and worked for every dime he ever made.

He was a big man, 6'5" and weighed 275lbs. He took no shit off any man, woman, beast, or politician. Even today, at fifty six, he stood his ground against all comers.

Maria, the Mexican maid screamed out as she saw the big man reach for Don's neck. Don grinned as he was thinking he had made her get a good cum.

The big hand on his neck made him think different and that big hand that grabbed his balls and lifted him up out of Maria's pussy made him wish he'd kept his dick in his pants.

Bryson French carried Don by the back of his neck and his balls, all the to the kitchen entrance and threw him out on the driveway. His pants were still down around his ankles, his knees were scraped and bloodied as he skidded across the concrete.

"Put your keys to MY car on the ground, pull up your fucking pants and get the hell off my property. If you even so much as call my daughter, OR my grand daughters, every bone in your body will be broken. Do you hear me, you miserable piece of shit?"

Don never even looked up or answered, he hobbled down the long drive, one shoe missing, his nuts feeling like they had been torn loose from whatever held them in place.

He took Bryson French at his word, he left the State and never looked back. Right after that, he went to the ATM and maxed out his three debit cards, as well as his corporate cards, in cash.

Mallory changed her name as well as her two daughter's Marty and Matty to her maiden name, French.

Mallory took over as supervising manager of her daddy's corporation the next week. She took the job seriously as she juggled her hours at work, with her daughter's soccer matches. They caught rides to and from practice with their friends and Mallory took them to all their matches.

Most of the time their Grandpa went with them, but today he told Mallory the match would be rained out, it had rained most of the week already.

Marty and Matty were determined that it wasn't going to rain, they had already missed two matches this week because of rain and they wanted to play this one.

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Now the two daughters lay in the hospital room side by side, bandaged and bruised. Alive and wishing they'd never convinced their Mom that they should at least be at the field in case the rain stopped.

Each of them had to have something to make them sleep the three nights they had been here, They kept having nightmares about the wreck and about nearly drowning in the dirty, murky water.

Their Mom, Mallory was also in the room, in a bed turned cross ways from theirs. They were actually in a small private ward. Their Grandpa had demanded they be put in a room together. Since he was on the hospital board and a major contributor in the planning and construction stages of the hospital, he got his way.

Mallory was restless as the IV's were pumping the saline solution into her, along with as the sedatives to make her rest. She had been cut all along her arms and legs and her right cheek. Her right buttock had a very deep cut also. Her right breast had been cut deep too and she had nearly lost that small nipple in the river.

Mallory was in and out, she would wake up and look at her daughters and smile as they looked at her. She would go into a deep sleep only to wake up screaming and telling the man to please save her babies.

She remembered the man as he was hanging on the bridge rail, ready to jump and save them even before their car went over the banister. She remembered him looking through the murky water and kicking the glass and grabbing her arm and dragging her through the broken glass to safety. Mallory remembered begging him to not let her babies drown.

She could see him as he spit up blood and took a deep breath and went back down. He was down there a long time and then the boat came and the police were looking all over, but there was no sign of him or her daughters.

"Ma'am, how long has he been down there," an officer asked after she had told them about the man that had saved her.

"A long time, but he told me he would get them, for me to stay here.

"I know he'll save them, he told me he would," She cried and screamed at the officers as they looked at each other and shook their heads.

The police radio was blaring that the rescue squad was on the way and the divers would be there in five minutes.

Mallory remembered leaning over and putting her hand in the water as if to be closer to her daughters, then she felt the man's hair as he came up under her hand. He had both her daughters. They were coughing and gagging and spitting up awful looking bile and screaming 'Mama'.

The rescue squad arrived and so did the TV crews. The police river cruiser had videoed all that had happened since it had been there. There had been a supply boat headed up river, the pilot had seen the car crash over the banister and turned his boat back to help.

The Skipper had turned his camera on as soon as he turned the boat back and had the video of the man and woman coming up all cut and bloody.

The man was bleeding all over his face, arms and hands. When he turned and kicked to go back down there was flesh hanging off his right foot and blood splashed all over the side of the boat as he kicked hard and went under.

Mallory and her daughters were in shock and were immediately attended by the EMT's in the rescue boat.

The pilot of the police cruiser reached down and grabbed the man's hair just as he was sinking. He was able to grab his arm and another officer grabbed his other arm as they dragged him on board. The pilot of the police river cruiser turned the wheel and left in a swirl of water toward the dock, siren's screaming in the rain that was still coming down in blowing sheets.

By the time they got the man to the dock, they had pounded his chest and breathed into his lungs until he was gagging and spitting up big clots of blood.

They ripped his shirt all the way open and his intestines were bulging through a large cut in his lower abdomen.

There was another ambulance waiting at the dock. The TV crews were still there, hoping to get an interview from the police when they saw the man being attended to on the boat. He was all bloody and his clothes were ripped and tattered to where they barely covered his body.

"Who is this?" The reporter asked the officer as the camera's rolled.

"He's the one that pulled all three of them out. He saved their lives. But it don't look too good for him now. We've got to get him to the hospital soon or we'll lose our hero."

The camera's followed the action as he was strapped down and they shoved the gurney into the ambulance and left, tires spinning and sirens screaming as they sped to the ER.

"There you have it ladies and gentlemen, we know now that there was a woman and her two teenage daughters the car that went into the river and all three have been miraculously rescued by a stranger. A man that risked his life to save these people, and now his own life is fading fast. We're on our way to the hospital and as soon as we have updates, we will be back to bring you the latest in this heroic rescue."

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"Dr. Garrard I want to know exactly what the outlook is for my daughter and both my granddaughters. Are they going to need cosmetic surgery? If they are, I want the best in the business, and I want him here, now!"

"Mr. French, we have already taken care of the cuts on their arms, back and legs. You granddaughters came out of it with some cuts and bruises, but nothing deep and their faces and upper bodies will require no surgery.

"All three of them have deep cuts on their backsides that will require additional surgery unless they want to have a scar on their buttocks."

"There will be no scars. They will have the surgery as soon as possible."

"We'll have to wait to make sure there are no more shards of glass in the cuts, that may grow out later. If we do it now it will just make another scar if there is more."

"Then find the glass, now."

"We have done all we can at this time, when the cuts begins to heal, the remaining pieces of glass, if there are more in there, will move closer to the skin and we can remove them."

"What about the man who saved their lives? Is he getting the best attention this hospital can provide?"

"Yes, I can assure you he is getting round the clock attention and he's beginning to regain some of his memory of the accident."

"Good, I want to speak to him and I want all his medical bills sent to my office."

"Yes sir Mr. French, I'll tell accounting, they will be glad to know that. All he had on him when he got to ER was his driver's license and his social security card. The police took those so they could run checks to see if he has any kin to be notified."

"Do you know his name?"

"Marc Grayson, Marc without the k."

"I want to see him, is he conscious?"

"He comes and goes. We're keeping him sedated, he was in pretty bad shape when they brought him in."

"He's on the same floor as my daughter and granddaughters, right?"

"Yes sir, we moved him out of ICU this morning."

"Thank you, Dr. Garrard. I appreciate your help, and keep me informed if Marc Grayson needs anything at all, and I mean anything."

"Yes sir, he will need a lot of re-hab with his arms and legs as well as his right foot where the ligaments were severed. He had some extensive muscle damage and he may have infection in his abdomen where he was cut the deepest."

"I want all that taken care of, I'll have my office call your billing department direct and set this up so there will be no doubt about this, the man is a hero, he saved the lives of my daughter and granddaughters."

"Yes Sir."

"Do me one more favor and call the nurses station and get me clearance to see this man."

"Yes Sir."

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"Grandpa," Marty and Matty screamed when he came through their door.

"Hi Daddy, I hope you'll excuse our butts shining, we kinda got some stitches and we were told absolutely no underwear."

"Well, as long as you three are safe and here being attended to, we can excuse a little butt shining.

"How are all of you, you need anything today?"

"No Grandpa, we're fine. Me and Matty got our booties cut bad, but we're not as bad as Mom is. She got her booty cut really bad and her right titty almost lost it's little nipple, but they sewed it back on," Marty informed him.

"Marty I'm sure Grandpa doesn't want to hear all the gory details of our accident.

"Daddy, did the police find out who the driver of the truck was that forced us off the bridge?"

"Well they did, but he wasn't charged. There were two cars and a school bus full of kids that piled up on his left and he swerved to keep from hitting the bus in the rear. They're going to review and measure all the marks then determine if there was fault."

"Are all of you feeling like a walk down the hall, I want to go see if we can talk with the man that we owe your lives to. I'd like you to come along."

"Daddy, we don't have any thing but these split tail hospital gowns and skimpy little robes."

"Well get them on and let's all take a walk. From what I hear, he's in bad shape and will need a lot of medical care and re-hab for a long time. The least we can do is pay his bills and see that he's taken care of until he can get back to his family and his job."

Bryson French walked behind his daughter and grand daughters for a while, then when he realized there was no way he could help from looking at their naked butts sticking out from under the short split tail gowns, he walked beside them.

He looked back to see a male patient walking behind them, getting an eye full. He glared at the man and stepped back to block his view of the tanned butts in front of him. If anyone was gonna look at them, he'd rather it be him than some stranger.

"What room Daddy?"

"419"

"Here we are, you want to go in first?"

"Yes, let me see if he's covered and awake."

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"Mr. Grayson?"

"Yeah, what now?"

"My names is Bryson French, you saved my daughter and two granddaughters and they, as well as I, want to visit you just a minute and thank you."

"No thanks needed, anyone would have done it."

"May we all come in just one minute, the three of them are still patients here, and they want to meet you."

"Sure, tell'em to come on in, they'll be back in here in a minute to wash my butt and bandage me again."

Marc Grayson was lying on his side on the hospital bed, his sheet was covering his body at the waist, the rest of him was exposed, he was nearly completely covered in bandages and casts. His right foot was out from under the sheet and was red and raw and stitched from his arch to his ankle and then down to his heel.

"Mr. Grayson, meet my daughter, Mallory and my two granddaughters, Marty and Matty. Girls meet your hero, Marc Grayson."

"I'm not a hero. Hello, ma'am, girls. I see you've been dressed in the hospital's finest wardrobe as well. Excuse me but I can't get up or I'd shake your hands," Marc said.

He was speechless at first when he looked up to see the three females in his room. They were cut, bruised and bandaged and limping noticeably, but were all three stunning, as they stood there smiling, tears running down their faces.

"I remember your face now, I will always remember you. You told me to wait right there, you'd go get my girls for me. The police came and asked me how long you'd been down there, and they were shaking their head.

"I reached into the water and felt your head come up, you had both my daughters with you. I knew you would save them, you promised me you would. I tried to tell them and they wouldn't believe me."

The tears of gratitude ran down her face.

"Then I looked back and I thought they were going to let you drown and I wanted to scream at them, but they pulled you out and you were all bloody and you were vomiting and gagging and I wanted to do something for you but they took us away."

Mallory was crying, as she sobbed her story and finally told someone what she had experienced as she waited for her girls to be brought to the surface of the murky waters.

"Mr. Marc, I think I would like to hug you, if you will let me. You saved my sister and our Mom and if you hadn't been there, we would all be dead now. Can I please hug you?" Marty said, her tears running down her face as she stepped around where she could see his face.

"I hardly know what to say. As you can see, I'm kinda beat up and I can't even raise my arms. If you want to though, you can do the best you can. I couldn't stop you if I wanted to right now."

Marty walked around to face him, then looked down at his bruised and bandaged body, she looked at his belly and he had a vicious cut that had been stitched and painted with something but not bandaged, he had dark black hair all over except where he had been shaved to be sewn up. Marty looked down and saw his thing under the sheet and as she leaned to put her face to his, she got a good look at it. It's HUGE, she thought.

Marc couldn't move his neck and head without help. He lay there as Marty leaned in to place her warm smooth cheek to his rough unshaven face. He saw both her pointy tits under her gown. He couldn't look away and was ashamed of himself, but kept looking until she rose back up, her eyes locked on his lower belly.

Damn she sees my cock, I can't even cover myself.

"I want to hug you too Mr. Marc, I hope you get well soon and I hope you let us come back and visit you now that we've met," Matty said as she too walked over to where he was facing the side of the bed.

Matty looked his bruised and bandaged body over too, she saw the sheet raised where he lay on his side and his big thing was laying on his thigh.

It was almost as big as her wrist and longer than her hand, she couldn't take her eyes off it as she rubbed her smooth cheek against his rough beard and shivered like she needed to pee.

"Mr. Grayson, I need to give you a hug too if you'll let me. I'll never find the words to say thank you for what you did for my family," Mallory said.

"I'll be here every day until you're able to leave. My daughters and I will be with you as you try to walk and use your arms again, if you'll let us.

"I'm sorry, I never even thought of your family, I'll help them take care of you, if they'll let me."

Mallory was by his side, he looked at her as she leaned over to place her silky smooth face cheek to cheek with his. Marc saw her breast that was not bandaged and he felt his cock jerk.

Mallory was looking right at his exposed cock. She felt her face turn red and her stomach give a lurch as the oversized cock gave a lurch also. She knew her daughters had seen it too, she had seen them looking. Now she could not for the life of her, turn her head or even rise up at first, she was mesmerized by the size and shape of it.

Mallory looked at Marc in the eyes.

"Let me adjust your sheet for you Marc. I'll be back later, please tell your family to stop by and see us when they come to visit." Mallory placed her hand right over his cock so the sheet would cover it, she felt it jump up under her hand as she patted the sheet.

"There's no family, I live alone."

"Well then, we'll be back and keep you company. If me, or my daughters, or my Daddy, make a nuisance of ourselves just tell us. We owe you our lives, please let us help you back to where you can take care of yourself."

"I may not be fit company for any of you, it's been a long time since I had anyone close."

"Marc, you'll find out that my family is a very loving, giving bunch. The four of us you see here, is all we have left. If you hadn't risked your life, I'd be here alone. Please let my daughter and her two daughters do what they can.

"I'll pay all your bills and all your rehab. When you're able to go home, we'll make sure you have transportation to and from the rehab center, I not only ask you this, I beg you to let us help."

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Patrolman Wells walked in the door with a small suitcase and a small duffel bag and placed them just inside the door.

"I picked up your stuff for you, Mr. Grayson. The Captain told me where you were staying and sent me over to get them. The man first refused because your rent wasn't paid, but I told him the health department might be calling him soon and he threw them on the floor."

"Thanks Wells, I owe you one."

"You don't owe me, I'm proud to help a man like you. I've got a wife and two daughters just like these here. I can't even imagine what they went through, and I know why they're here to thank you," Patrolman Wells said, nodding at Mr. French and the three female patients and left.

"Marc, when I get my daughter and grand daughters back to their room, I'd like to come back and talk to you, will you let me?"

"Yes sir, I see no reason why not, I'll be sure and not run off."

"Bye Marc, we'll all be back to check on you soon, if you need anything call room 441 and one or all of us will be here before the nurses can even get out of their chairs."

"Thanks, it was nice to meet all of you. I hope none of you have any permanent injuries."

Marc glanced as far as his eyes could roll as they all left, he saw each of the smooth tan butts that had some scratches and cuts and some stitches on them, they still looked good, all of them.

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"Daddy, he's sure a lonely man isn't he. He doesn't have a lot to say and I worry that he'll be alright when he leaves here. Do you think that was all his belongings the officer brought in?"

"I'd bet the farm on it, that man's got troubles none of us ever knew of in our lives. I gonna have him checked out and try to help him some way. He will never know what he means to the French family."

"I hope you do Daddy, he seems like a gentle soul and almost apologetic for being here."

"Grandpa, can Matty and I go back later when you leave? Maybe we can read the papers to him where they wrote the story about the accident and the heroic rescue."

"I'll ask him if you both can visit him, I think it may do him some good."

"I want to go back too Daddy, but I'll wait and let the girls go first, ask if I can come down and read to him, from a book I'm reading."

"I will Hon. Now all of you rest and do as the doctors say."

Bryson French went to the waiting room down the hall and pulled out his cell phone.

"Captain Blake please, tell him it's Bryson French."

"Hello Charles, how are you and the family?"

"We're fine Bryson, I hope Mallory and your granddaughters are all OK after their ordeal in the river."

"I honestly believe they will be fine after some healing and maybe a little R&R when they're able to travel some. The reason I called you is this Marc Grayson, what do you know?"

"I got his drivers license and social security card and ran the usual background checks on him. He's clean as far as the law. He's been through hell though, there's list of shit as long as your arm that's happened to that man in the past five years. I'll send a copy to your desk at the office if you like."

"Please do that Charles, give me a few highlights, I'm gonna try and get him to open up and tell me more about himself. I want to help the man for saving the only three people on earth that matter to me."

"Well, he lost his job because he reported his boss for embezzlement. His boss turned it around on him and Marc lost his job. The boss was later caught and tried for embezzlement. I guess he thought it was too easy.

"Then, Mr. Graysons accountant got him into a mess with the IRS. His accountant denied that and the IRS took him down, His wife left him broke and destitute. The accountant was later charged with negligence in three more cases and lost his CPA license. I think Marc could probably appeal and get some money back."

"Damn Charles, don't tell me any more. Shit, what man could still be sane after all that."

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you Bryson, we need a lot more people like Marc Grayson."

"Thanks Charles, see you at the club soon, tell the family I said hello."

"You too Bryson, we'll have to play another round soon and let me get my money back."

"You're on."

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"Marc, are you awake? It's me, Bryson French."

"Yes Sir, they just gave me some more dope though, I may turn my lights out on you, if I do I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, you need rest and you need time to heal. I talked to Captain Blake at the police station and he tells me you've had a good run of bad luck. Will you talk to me and let me help you in some way?"

"I don't need any charity Mr. French. I don't mean to be rude, but I can work for a living, I'm not disabled. I'll pay you back one day too, for all you're doing for me."

"Nonsense Marc, just wait before you make any harsh decisions, will you?

"Marc, Marc? Can you hear me?

"I can't pay you the rent for that shit hole you call a room, I need my clothes."

"Marc, Marc.?"

"Get that damned pipe out of the hole, it's gonna cave in with all this rain, you don't have the sense to run a crew on this construction site."

"Marc, Marc, can you hear me?"

"Get that dirty water out of my coffee cup, it's got blood in it. I see the girls crying, I've to get them, I promised their Mom I'd get them."

Bryson French stood there for a while as the man's demons came and went in his mind. He walked out into the hall with tears in his eyes.

He still sees my granddaughters trapped in the car, he'll be haunted for years by that I'm sure. But they're safe, thanks to him and his heroic act.

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"How was he, Grandpa?" Marty asked.

"They had given him some sedative and he went out like a light while we were talking. He's afraid I'm offering charity when I offered to help him."

"Can Matty and I go and sit in his room so he won't be alone when he wakes up?"

"What do you think Mallory, is it worth a try?" Bryson asked his daughter.

"We've got to do something, Daddy. You girls be real quiet and let him wake up on his own."

"We will Mom thanks and thanks to you too Grandpa."

Marty and Matty sat side by side in the two chairs next to Marc Graysons bed and watched him sleep. He mumbled a lot and once or twice even jerked and screamed out in his sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at the two girls sitting there and smiled, then went back to sleep.

They're both ok now, they aren't screaming and crying any more, I wish they would cover their pussies, I can't help but look and they are both so young and innocent

"Need to pee," he said urgently.

"He needs to pee, Marty, we have to help him."

"Matty, we may need to call the nurse."

"He needs to pee and we're gonna help him. Get that little plastic bottle there, and we can do this. He risked his life for us, the least we can do is help him pee."

"You're right, I'll hold his thingy and you hold the bottle."

"I wanted to hold his thingy."

"You can hold it next time."

"Here, put the end of his thingy in the bottle and then he can pee."

"It's too big to go in, push the bottle up tighter," he said.

"Mr. Marc, you can pee now, we got your thingy in the bottle."

The yellow urine started to flow into the bottle, and the sisters were fascinated watching this. They looked at each other wide eyed and smiled, then looked back to see his urine slow down and spurt two times before it stopped.

"Need to shake it off."

"Shake what off Mr. Marc?"

"Shake pee off my dick."

"Here Matty, you take this bottle, I'll shake it for him."

Marty took Marc's 'thingy' and shook it real good, she saw a couple of drops of pee get slung off and grinned at her accomplishment. She let it lay back against his thigh and it looked like it was growing. They both watched in amazement as his thing got bigger and bigger. Then it rolled halfway over and started to get littler again.

Marc woke up, his eyes were wide and looked as if he were afraid and lost as rolled his eyes around.

The French sisters were watching his every move.

"Mr. Marc are you OK? Marty and I are right here with you Mr. Marc, we helped you pee, do you need to pee again?"

"You helped me pee?"

"Yes you told us you needed to pee and Marty held the bottle and I held your thing so you could pee," Matty proudly told him.

"Thank you both, I'm sorry about that, I thought you were the nurses and I was telling them I needed to pee."

"It's alright Mr. Marc, we helped you and we don't mind."

"Well, I sure am glad to see you two. I was scared when I woke up. I was dreaming I was under water and I saw you both screaming and you couldn't get out of the car, I was so scared I wasn't gonna take you to your Mom."

"You just rest, Mr. Marc. Marty and me and our Mom will take care of you, we owe you our lives."

"You're both very pretty and you have nice tits too."

"Wow, you really think so, we were worried for so long that we weren't even gonna get any, now they're starting to get bigger and we like them better," Marty told him, but Marc was sleeping again now."

"He noticed our titties Matty. I bet he saw Mom's big titties too, if he thinks ours are pretty, I bet he loves Mom's don't you think he did?"

"Yeah, I bet he did too, he's a very handsome man. He's tall and dark and his black hair makes him so good looking. Look at all that black hair on his chest and belly. Does it make you feel funny when you see him naked?"

"Yeah, I wondered if you felt the same, how did his thing feel when you were holding it?"

"I was so excited, I felt myself get wet between my legs."

"I did too and I was just watching, I hope we're here when he has to pee again, I want to hold his thing."

"I wonder if he's married, Marty."

"Oh my God, I was just thinking that too. He is so handsome, I was thinking that Mom could marry him and we would have him as our daddy."

"You scare me girl, you think too much like me. I'd love to have a daddy again, but this time I want one like Mr. Marc. I want a hero and not a man that's money hungry and steals Grandpa's money and fucks the maid."

"Marty, Mom told us not to say fuck, that's a grown up word."

"I know I'm sorry, I was just mad when I thought of the way our daddy did Mom and I let it slip."

"Well, if you won't tell on me, I'll tell you what I thought when I saw Mr. Marc's thingy this morning."

"You know I'd never tell, what was it?"

"I saw it under the sheet and I couldn't look away and I thought, FUCK."

"We are so much alike, we should have been twins, I just love you so much, Marty."

"I love you too, Matty. I wish Mr. Marc would wake up, we could take turns reading the newspaper to him, just look at all the stories and it's only been three days."

"I know, I wish they had put better pictures of you and me in there, those were taken before we got tits, we were so flat chested."

"Not flat now, pretty titties," Marc said and was quiet.

"I really like Mr. Marc, don't you?"

"I sure do, I know he's taking medicine, but I wish he'd wake up and talk to us, I want to know if he's married and if he has kids."

"Yeah, me too."

"Need water, thirsty now."

"Get his ice water Marty and put the straw in his mouth."

"Here you are Mr. Marc."

"More, need more."

"OK here it is, drink all you want, we'll get you some more if you need it."

Marc Grayson opened his eyes and rolled them lazily up to look at Marty as she stood beside him, then looked over at her sister Matty and smiled.

"Such pretty young nurses today."

"Thank you, Mr. Marc, but we're Marty and Matty."

"I know, such pretty nurses and cute butts too."

"Thank you Mr. Marc, did you see our booties again, we try to keep them covered, we're sorry about that."

"I like cute butts."

"We like you too, Mr. Marc. Can we read the paper to you? You are all over the news about you being a hero and saving our lives."

"Read it to me."

Marty started to read to Marc Grayson, she sat her cute butt on his bedside and read the front page stories. She never even noticed that her short hospital gown had slid up her thighs and exposed her little cunny to him. Marc noticed and he lost his concentration when he saw her turn and twist and twitch as she read.

Matty took her place and read the stories in the inside sections, as Marc listened. His mind heard and registered some of what she read, but most slipped away before he could get the story straight.

Matty sat on Marc's high hospital bed with her right leg bent at the knee and pointed at him, her left foot was on the floor so she wouldn't put pressure on her left booty cheek where she was cut.

Her gown slipped up to her crotch and she pulled it back down. It slid up again and she was holding the paper as she read. Marc eyes were locked in on her little pussy that was snuggled up between her thighs. He felt ashamed that he was watching and closed his eyes. He was soon asleep.

"He's asleep again Matty. I'm so glad we got to help him pee and read the paper to him. He's such a nice man."

"I know Marty, lets go back to the room and let Mom come down. Maybe they'll like each other and he'll at least be Mom's friend.

"Yeah, that's a great idea. We'll tell Mom to be sure to sit on the bed so he can hear her read to him, I think he was watching my cunny while I read and I was so excited for a grown man to see me."

"Oh My God, I did the same thing and I saw him looking up between my legs. I even spread them more. I am so bad, but I was excited like you were. If I can make him feel good by looking at my cunny, then I feel like I've helped him get better."

"That's exactly what I was thinking when I saw him looking. I wanted him to see me and I opened my legs wider too, so he could see me better."

"We are so bad aren't we?"

"Yeah," Both sisters giggled and kissed Mr. Marc on the side of his face and shivered when his rough, black whiskers raked their smooth skin.

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"Mom, we're back. We helped Mr. Marc pee and we read the paper to him, he is so good looking and he wakes up then goes back to sleep a lot."

"Marty did you and Matty really help him pee?"

"He looked up and saw it was us and he said he thought we were pretty nurses. He apologized to us Mom, he's so nice and so good looking, don't you think he is Mom?"

"Girls, you need to understand Mr. Marc is under sedation, most of what he says and does he won't even remember."

"Mom, he likes us and he likes you too, he told us."

"He did?"

"Yes Mom, we want to help him. How can we help him? We'll all be going home day after tomorrow and he'll be here all alone," Marty was about to cry.

"I know, we'll just have to make arrangements to come back and see that he has company, and is taken care of."

"Thanks Mom, Marty and I really like him and we think he'd be a really nice man for you to have as a friend too."

"You girls stop with the match making right now. The man is probably married and has a family."

"But if he doesn't Mom, will you invite him to come see us and maybe get Grandpa to come over and we can all have dinner together?"

"Yes, if he isn't married, we will. If he is married, we will invite his whole family over, how's that?"

"Thanks Mom, we hope he isn't married though."

"I'm going down to visit him for a while, you girls get some rest and I'll be back later."

"OK Mom," both sisters said, as their Mom walked out the door, they both giggled as they saw her butt exposed, even though she had on her split tail hospital gown and cover up robe.

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Mallory French knocked lightly on the slightly open door and heard him grunt and then speak.

"Come on in."

"Hello, Mr. Grayson, I wanted to come check on you. I hope I'm not bothering you, if I am I'll come back later."

"Hello, Ms. French, no problem, please, come on in. They gave me more knock out drops just a few minutes ago, I may conk out on you. Come around so I can see you when we talk."

"Thanks Mr. Grayson, I'll have to sit kind of sideways because of the deep cut on my buttocks, it'll take me a minute to find a way to get situated."

"You can sit on my bed like your girls did if you like, I'll try not to look but I won't promise."

"Thanks, that may be better than this low chair. I'll try to keep myself covered, I'm sure my daughters weren't a bit modest. They hardly even know they're growing into young women and are fascinated by the way their bodies have changed in the past two years."

"They are very pretty, they both look a lot like you."

"Thanks. May I call you Marc? I'd like for you to call me Mallory if you would. After all, we went through some very harrowing minutes together out there on that river."

"Sure I've never been called Mr. Grayson. That was my Dad."

"I brought a book I was reading, I'll read to you if you like."

"Would you just keep it and read it later, I feel like I'm getting sleepy."

"Do you want me to leave and let you sleep?"

"NO, DON'T GO. I mean please don't go. I have bad dreams when they give me the sedatives and I wake up hurting and scared all over again.

"I don't mean to be a pussy about it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used that word."

"I don't mind, I know what you mean. You go to sleep, Marc, I'll be right here. Can I hold your hand while you sleep? I want you to know I'm close."

"Hold my hand."

Mallory French took his hand that had the IV in it, and held it lightly in her's as Marc closed his eyes that had already rolled back.

His hand tightened and she also gripped him tighter with her long slender fingers as he slept. He relaxed his grip and she held his hand tight.

Mallory sat as her daughters had earlier, her right leg bent at the knee and resting on the bed with her right buttock on the edge of the mattress. Her left foot on the floor for support and her short gown tail drawn up to her crotch no matter how much she pulled on it.

She looked at Marc as he slept, his body would jerk with a muscle spasm and she would jump when he did. She looked at his unshaven face and she wanted to shave him if he'd let her. He was a handsome man, just as her daughters had said.

He had straight black hair all over his chest and stomach, she looked down further and saw his dick now.

God that thing is big. I wonder what it would feel like to take that inside me. I should be so ashamed to think such things about a man that saved my life and was willing to give his life saving my daughters.

I've never sucked one in my life, but I'd do that for him. I need to do something to make him feel good. He's given me a second chance to live and to love my family. I need to hold him and know that I've given him pleasure. I wonder if it's just me wanting more from him, because of what he did. I just want to be close to him.



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Chapter 2


Mallory French sat on the side of his bed, holding his hand. He gripped her hand tight when his demons came back to haunt his memory.

The demons kept trying to claim the girls once again as he saw them in the car crying, gulping the dirty water as they screamed to him for help. He snatched them from the demons of death. He felt good, and slept with the pretty woman's hand holding his tight. Marc rested peacefully for the first time since he awakened in the hospital.

Mallory fell asleep as she looked at his peaceful face now, thinking once more that she wanted to shave him, now that most of the bandages were off his cheeks, and his jaw unwired.

Her head slumped forward as did her shoulders, she would jerk each time Marc did, but they held hands tight and felt a bond of warmth and peace pass between them as they slept.

A nurse came in, looked at them, then smiled and walked back out, pulling the door closed behind her. They were going to be alright, they sure didn't need her to disturb them.

Marc opened his eyes and once again he looked around wildly, then he saw Mallory sitting on his bed, her hand gripping his so hard his fingers hurt, but then again, he felt so good to be held that way.

He looked at her face as she slumped forward and slept, her mouth was open and she was drooling. Her gown had slipped forward on her shoulders, and he could see her beautiful breasts, injured but healing good.

He looked down at her long tan legs as she sat sideways, facing him. Her gown was up and he could see her pussy. He felt guilty for looking, but he couldn't look away either.

She's a beautiful woman, I wonder what kind of life she lives. I wonder where her husband is. I haven't even heard anything of him. Sorry bastard, I wonder if he's even been here to see them. They deserve better.

I wonder why people like me can never meet people like Mallory. I have to meet the wrong person and marry for the wrong reasons. I've fucked up my life because I just go along and let people run over me. I never stand up for myself. I never fight. I never used to be that way.

Now I'm in the hospital. I nearly died and here this beautiful woman sits holding my hand. She has no idea what a sorry mess I've made of my life, she acts as if it doesn't even matter. I wonder what she'd think if she knew the truth, knew that I was a sorry, defenseless failure that was just about to jump from the river bridge and end my life when her car went over the rail.

I wish I could talk to her, I feel like she could rescue me from myself. But I could never put that problem on someone like her that was just being grateful because I saved her life and her daughters. At least I have that one thing that I can now fall back on. For once in my life, I did something right and now this family thinks I'm a hero, when I'm actually a man that can't even commit suicide without fucking it up.

Mallory opened her eyes and saw Marc looking at her with tears in his eyes, she was crying too as she looked at him.

"I fell asleep Mallory, I'm sorry. I just drift in and out when they shoot me with the dope."

"I fell asleep too Marc. I felt so good sitting here holding your hand, watching you sleep.

"At first you were jerking and your muscles would twitch, then the medication took effect and you rested."

"It wasn't the medication. I went to sleep and rested for the first time without worrying about you and your daughters. It was you holding my hand and I thank you for being here. I guess I didn't know how much I just needed someone to care. I don't mean to be crying and blubbering, I just had to tell you thanks.

"Mallory your gown is down in front and your crotch is exposed too, I couldn't help but look, I'm sorry."

Mallory leaned over and kissed Marc lightly on the lips then laid her cheek to the side of his face for a second.

"I don't mind you looking, but I need to be more respectful of your feelings, I would be embarrassed if you knew what all was going through my mind when I drifted off to sleep."

"Really? Then I don't feel so bad for the thoughts that kept coming back and making me look at your breasts and your uh, crotch as you slept.

"Marc, would you let me shave you? I shaved Daddy when he was sick once and I never even cut him either."

"I'm sorry I look like a bum, the nurses told me they'd shave me as soon as my face healed more. They do come in and wash me up a bit, I hate being in these casts and not able to even wash myself. I remember your daughters helping me pee in the urinal bottle, I felt real bad after I realized it was them."

"They told me about it, they're at the stage of their lives where everything they do is a fresh new experience to them and they were quite proud that you let them help you."

"Mallory, I hate to say this, but would you place the urinal bottle close so I can use it again. I can buzz the nurse if you'd rather not."

"Nonsense, if my fifteen and sixteen year old daughters can do it, surely I can without making a mess."

"I'm gonna touch you Marc, it's too big to go in the bottle and I'll have to hold it."

"I won't tell if you don't."

Mallory giggled like she was a teenager as he started peeing in the bottle and his dick nearly slipped back away from the mouth of bottle.

When he was through and she had watched the last spurts shoot out, she took his dick and shook it.

"They told me they did that too, I almost laughed out loud when they told me that, as if it were a big deal for them. I know it was too.

"Marc, I hope you don't mind that my daughters and I have become so attached to you. It's like we owe you for saving our lives, but its way more than that. We feel like we've found a person we feel good about and feel comfortable helping you pee and doing things for you.

"I don't want you to think I'm coming on to you, but I feel good about knowing you and would very much like to be your friend. My daughters even commented that they felt the same way. Not out of feeling sorry for you or feeling indebted to you, which we will always be, but a feeling of closeness with a person who is real and honest and has feelings.

"I guess I talk too much Marc, but I wanted to tell you this while you were awake and not too drugged to understand."

"What about your husband?"

"I'm divorced. my Daddy literally threw him out of the house with his pants down around his ankles after we caught him with the maid."

"Ouch, sorry about that, he was a fool."

"What about your family?"

"I have none. Mallory don't go feeling sorry for me when I say that either, I get along."

"Then you'll be a family friend, my daughters and I will help you recover, not because we feel sorry for you, but because we like you as a friend. My Daddy likes you too, Marc. He thinks you're a hero for what you did and I do too. You will never make us change our minds about that. A man doesn't lay down his life for a mother and two daughters without being a hero."

"I'd like very much to be a friend of the family, it's been a while since I've had friends, too long as a matter of fact. One day when I can talk without the dope affecting me and I can wipe my own tears, I'd like the chance to sit down and talk to you about the real me though."

"You'll get your chance, just let me know when and we'll sit and have a long talk, just the two of us. I wish I could grab you and hug you to me. Will you let me do that one day when you are able to be hugged?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna hate to give up the perks that come with seeing you like this."

"Well, maybe I'll wear this the day you're able to get your first real hug then."

They both smiled and clasped hands tighter.

"What about that shave you offered? I think I could use a good bath too, since you're so brave to touch me in my private places. Would that be taking too much advantage of your generosity to help me recover?"

"No and I don't want those nurses washing you again or shaving you either. You just tell them you have someone that comes in to do that for you."

"Is this something you offer to all your friends?"

"No, just the ones I really, really like, and the ones that like my daughters, and make them feel important without embarrassing them when they don't know better."

"Mallory you're a special person, I know I don't deserve friends like you and your family, but I feel like I'm supposed to be here, if that makes sense to you."

"It makes a lot of sense to me, Marc. I feel exactly the same way. I feel like I'm supposed to be here with you, for you and care for you. Not because you saved my life, but be cause I want to be here, I like the feeling too. Now I need to hush and get the water and razor before I start blubbering again."

"Will you put your cheek to mine when I'm shaved and not feeling like a wire brush."

"I was already planning on that."

Mallory got a gray plastic pan and put a couple inches of hot water in it, she got a small bar of soap, tore the wrapper off and washed Marc's face and left it soapy.

She looked down at his eyes that were turned up to look at her as she was so intent on cleaning him to suit her and not the hospital personnel.

She smiled down at him and leaned up further to start to shave his cheeks along in front of his ears. She bobbed his sideburns close like he had them before his beard grew out.

She was leaned over him as far as she could with her own injuries and the cuts on her buttocks that were screaming at her to straighten back up.

Mallory ignored the burning along the row of stitches as she felt needed for the first time in years. She was doing something for a man that he had not even asked her to do, she was needing more of this feeling already. The feeling of giving herself to a man out of need, rather than out of duty as a wife.

Mallory felt it as soon as Marc felt it. Her left nipple raked across his up turned fingers as his hand lay on the pillow.

She looked down again with a smile, no thought of it being wrong. She pressed her breast to his hand and felt his finger tips press right into her swollen nipple. She felt her pussy get wet.

Mallory looked down and Marc's eyes never left her's as she dragged her nipple across his upturned finger tips.

She sighed and winked at him as she continued to shave him. Now came the hard part, he was lying on his right side, his face pressed to the pillow, how was she going to get him turned.

She smiled at him and picked up the phone. She dialed room to room and got 441.

"Hello."

"Marty?"

"Mom, are you OK, do you need help with Mr. Marc?"

"I do, that's the reason I called. You and Matty come down here and help me turn Mr. Marc so I can shave his face on his right side."

"We'll be right there."

"Don't forget the little short robes."

"Oops, we almost did, be right there, Mom."

Marty and Matty came running into the room all out of breath when they knocked and their Mom opened the door.

"You ran down the hospital corridor didn't you."

"Yes, we wanted to hurry and help you, we wont run back, OK?"

"OK this time, but you have to respect the other patients and the hospital rules."

"Yes Ma'am.

"Hey Mr. Marc, good to see you awake and not doped up. You're kinda funny though when you're doped up like that, we couldn't help but laugh," Matty told him.

Marc had to smile, he couldn't see them, he was turned the wrong way.

"OK girls, we're going to turn this crank so we can raise Mr. Marc and get him on his other side. When we get him clear of the bed, we need to be real careful of where we touch him and don't pull hard so that we will pull any stitches loose."

"OK Mom."

"Wow, Mr. Marc you sure do have a big..."

"Marty," Mallory hushed her daughter.

"Hon, that's not nice," she said.

"Mom, I was only say that he had a big scar on his butt now and another one next to his huge thingy."

"Oh Lord help me please, I'm sorry Marc.

"Marty, Matty, listen. If you're mature enough to help your Mom with a near naked invalid, then you're mature enough to call a spade a spade. I don't have a booty I have a butt. I don't have a thingy, I have a dick or cock, whichever you prefer."

"You're right Mr. Marc. Mom, do you prefer a dick or a cock?"

"Uh well, if we're talking about when we say the word I sometimes say one or the other, at different times though."

"What would you say right now when you see Mr. Marc's getting bigger?"

"I would probably say to myself, 'his big fat cock is getting a hard-on.'"

"I would say to him, 'Marc, your dick's getting an erection in front of my teenage daughters and I'm embarrassed to hell by this conversation'"

They all laughed, as she laughed with them. Even Marc laughed as well as he could and still stand the shooting pain in his abdomen where his guts had been nearly ripped out.

They got Marc turned and lowered back to a comfortable position on his left side.

Marty and Matty watched and made different faces as they watched their Mom make different faces, as Marc made different faces so she could shave his beard.

Mallory leaned over close to Marc and whispered in his ear, then leaned back to see his reaction.

He looked at her with a questioning look and she nodded yes. He nodded yes real slow.

"Matty, you and Marty get a clean pan of hot water and put here on the bedside table, get that sponge there and that wash cloth over there by the bathroom, you can give Mr. Marc a sponge bath and use the cloth to rinse the soap off."

"Oh Wow. Mr. Marc, can we really?"

"Well your Mom said you could. I'm just a helpless patient who's enjoying all the attention."

"OK girls, start with his face, ears, neck and underarms, then we can get to the parts that you are more interested in."

"I feel like a cadaver in med school," Marc said, and Mallory looked quick to see if he was smiling, he was.

The girls washed him gently but made sure he was thoroughly cleaned and the soap washed off him. They were behind him now, washing his right leg down to where his foot had been sewn up.

Marty grinned at Matty and they moved up to his butt. She looked at her Mom and she even grinned.

"Mom, can you raise his leg some, we need to clean him good back here."

Mallory held him above his ankle and raised his leg about a foot high from the other one. Marty took the soapy sponge and washed Marc's butt crack from top to bottom, and from side to side, she didn't miss a spot any of the three times she soaped him over either.

Next Matty took her clean cloth and wiped the soap off, then she rinsed it and wiped him twice more before they went around the bed to wash his front.

Marty looked at her Mom then at Mr. Marc. Marc raised his eye brows and gave a her a grin with one side of his mouth.

Marty soaped her sponge real good now and she lifted his scrotum and started to wash him.

"Be real gentle there girls, that's a very sensitive part of a man and he can be hurt severely by just the wrong move or touch, just be gentle and he'll love you for it," Mallory told her daughters.

They both watched as his balls moved around by themselves inside the loose sack of skin.

Marty let Matty rinse the soap off his balls and Marc could feel his dick getting bigger.

"He's erecting again Mom, do we stop or go on?" Matty said.

"Don't you dare stop now," Marc said through his gritted teeth.

"He likes it girls, soap his dick up really good for a long time. When it gets swollen and as hard as it will get, keep soaping him."

"Mom, does this really go inside a woman down there," Matty said.

"Yes and it isn't 'down there' it's her pussy."

"Well we never used that word before, but I like it now and my pussy feels good doing this to Mr. Marc," Matty told her Mom.

"Oh God, mine too," Marty said.

"Keep working him up and down, put the sponge in the pan and wet your hands and rub him up and down with his cock pointed out straight."

Marc looked at Mallory and she smiled at him. He moaned and his first shot of cum hit the far wall, then Marty and Matty were making it shoot all over the floor as he let loose his sexual tensions as well as his cum.

"Wow Mr. Marc, that was fucking awesome, Mom thanks for letting us bathe Mr. Marc."

"Well you haven't gotten the soap off his cock yet."

"I get to do that, Marty you clean the floor, you were the one aiming it like a cannon while he shot his stuff all over the room," Matty laughed and Mallory did too.

"You can call it 'stuff' for now, but its sperm or cum as it's more commonly called."

"Mr. Marc I hope we get to make you shoot cum again. I loved that, does it feel good when it comes out?"

"Unbelievable, I think would be the word," Marc said.

"You girls must never tell anyone we did this. I mean never and no one, ever."

"We won't Mom and Mr. Marc, we want to be your friends forever, if you'll let us."

"I guess that will be up to your Mom too."

"Then we are forever friends. Go up now and give Marc a hug on his clean shaven cheeks, be careful you don't flash your titties at him when you lean over."

Matty didn't flash hers when she went first to give her new friend a hug and pay her cheek to his, she pulled her gown down and let him get a good look.

Marty did the same, she had even bigger titties than her sister Marty and she was proud of them.

"Mom, aren't you going to hug Mr. Marc now that you have him shaved all smooth and we have him all squeaky clean?"

"Yes I am."

"Don't flash him Mom."

"I won't," Mallory said as she raised her gown and leaned in to press her good nipple to his face.

Marc took the swollen little nub in his lips and sucked. He shot cum across the floor again.

"Mom, you did that to Mr. Marc, you can clean his cum off the wall now, look how far he shot it."

"Yes, that was a good one," Mallory said as she took the sponge and wiped the wall down.

"Well, what do you think girls?"

"Mom, I think we'll keep him," Matty said and grinned.

"Me too. What do you think Mom?" Marty agreed.

"I kinda like him too, we'll ask Grandpa if we can keep him."

"Do I get a vote?" Marc did his best to grin.

"Only if you make it unanimous," Mallory told him, as she and her two daughters looked at him, hoping.

"If you're real sure. You don't even know me. Give me a few weeks for rehab, then you make your final decision."

"You got a deal, but we're not gonna change Marc, the three of us have been starved for exactly what we see in you already. Just think of what it will be like with you with us full time for the next few weeks."

"You mean, you're really gonna help me with rehab?" Marc asked, he wasn't laughing now.

"The only way we won't go is you look each of in the eye and tell us you don't care about us., Mallory told him.

"Well, I couldn't do that if some one held a gun to my head."

"Good, then we'll handle Daddy. You just get ready for three of the most loving, appreciative, caring women you could have ever fantasized about in your life."

"You are serious aren't you, Mallory?" Marc looked at her.

"As serious as that water was you pulled us out of, we want you with us in our life, Marc. You make all three of us who we were meant to be. Who we want to be, don't deny us that, we'll beg if we have to."

"Will the three of you come back as soon as they stop shooting me with the dope, dressed as you are now, and tell me the same thing so I'll know I'm not dreaming?"

"We'll be here Mr. Marc, won't we Matty, won't we Mom?"

"Yes we will Marty, yes we will."

"Mallory, remember too, you promised to sit down one day with me and hear my story, about who I am and what I am. I'm not trying to scare you and make you believe I'm a bad person, but you don't know me."

"We already know YOU, you're trying to get me to listen to you tell about your past, Marc. That's what it is, your past. The three of us are talking about our future and yours too, if you'll let us."

"I want to so bad and you'll never know what's in my heart and in my mind right now, but I have to tell you, I'm scared. I've never been a winner."

"You're a winner now, you saved the three of us from certain death and in some societies you're responsible for us now. We don't want you to feel like we're trapping you, we're not. We are opening the door and we want to go through that door with you, that's all we're asking."

"I'm in and thanks to the three of you, I feel more alive than I ever have in my life. I actually feel like I've been given a second chance to make my life work, just as you three have."

"If you weren't so beat up and sore and stapled and sewn together like a rag doll, the three of us would do you bodily harm. But we will wait for that too Marc Grayson."

"Mr. Marc?"

"Yes Marty."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mr. Marc," Matty said.

"I love you too, Mr. Marc," Mallory joined.

"I love you three French women too. Now I know why I was on that bridge at that very minute you're car went over the rail.

"I wasn't there to end my life. I was there to start my life and save yours. I owe you three and now that you've saved me, you are responsible for me, in some societies that is."

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Mallory French and her two teenage daughters were discharged two days later, they all came by with Bryson French to tell Marc they would see him the next day.

Marty and Matty had tears in their eyes and Marc couldn't help but feel his eyes water up also as he looked at them.

Mallory kissed him on the cheek and the girls squeezed his hand and they were gone.

It sure was different from when they left the hospital yesterday and Marc chalked it up to fate dropping him back in the same old turmoil he had been all his life.

Hell I'm used to it by now, it was fun to think maybe my life was taking a turn for the better, but I know these people have a life of their own to live. I need to get my butt up and learn to walk again.

"Mr. Grayson, you're being transferred to the rehab center this morning, there'll be an ambulance to take you there. You'll be in re-hab until you are released by your rehab supervisor, or at a time that you decide you're able to make it on your own," Dr. Garrard told him.

"Yes sir and I want to thank you and your staff for putting up with me for the past few weeks, I know I wasn't a very good patient at times and I apologize."

"No apology needed Mr. Grayson, you were in a lot of pain and you fought a lot of personal battles while you were here, I wish you luck and a speedy recovery."

Marc still had lingering pain in his abdomen and his right foot, but was without sedatives for two days now and was happy to be out in the open and moving once more.

His casts had been removed from his lower arms and he now wore a removable brace on each arm for support.

The next morning the male orderlies dressed him in hospital scrubs and took him down to the front entrance in a wheelchair where the ambulance waited.

He was propped up in the gurney as the ambulance transported him to the rehab center. The route took him right across the overpass where the accident occurred and Marc felt a heavy twinge in his heart as he saw the section of rail that had been replaced.

I wish my life had a safety rail that I could depend on to keep me from being a fool again. I'm forty years old now and it's up to me to either make it or give up the next time I have a pity party.

This must be some kind of fancy rehab center, we're in the high dollar part of town now.

The ambulance turned up a long winding drive and the place looked more like a country estate than a rehab hospital.

The attendants wheeled him out and down a sidewalk to a garden that looked almost like tropical paradise. From there he was rolled into an area that looked like a private spa with a sauna, a very large pool and more exercise equipment than he'd seen in the gym he once used when he was younger.

The ambulance attendants rolled him over to a wheelchair and helped him from the gurney to the chair.

They folded the gurney, told him good bye and good luck as they smiled and left.

"Mr. Grayson?" A woman's voice came from behind him. Marc couldn't maneuver his chair because of his arms in the braces, so he waited for the person to come around in front.

"Yes, I'm Marc Grayson."

"We have your rehab program all set up, you'll be here for some time until we can get you mobile and able to take care of yourself."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Mr. Grayson, you really don't have to call me Ma'am. I want to introduce myself and my assistants."

Marc looked up to see a very nice looking, athletic woman step in front of him. She was dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts that fit her good but not too tight, she had short hair cut in a style that would be easy for a athlete to care for.

"I am Angie Witt, I'll be your personal trainer and you will probably wake up some mornings and hate me, but we're going to get you in better shape than you have ever been in your life before we're through with you."

"Good to meet you Ms. Witt. I can't even get out of this chair at this time, so we have a ways to go."

"We'll get there, now I'd like you to meet my assistants."

Mallory French and her two daughters walked around in front of Marc and smiled at him.

"This is your place isn't it, Mallory? You did all this for me?"

"Yes we did. Marty and Matty and myself will be working right along with you every step of the way, we need to be in shape too."

"You three look good, I did kinda like the shorty split tail gowns though," Marc smiled.

"You're looking better Marc, now that you can sit up and get out in the light."

"Mr. Marc, it sure is good to see you again, even though it's only been since yesterday, I've missed you," Marty said as she pressed her cheek to his.

"I've missed all three of you too Marty and I see you've been busy getting all this set up."

"Mr. Marc, will we be able to give you your sponge bath while you're here, Mom said we could if it was OK with you," Matty asked and grinned as she too pressed her cheek to his.

"Well, if Ms. Angie and your Mom say it's OK, I reckon I'll have to say yes."

"Oh Goody," Matty and Marty screamed.

"Marc, we've spared no expense to make this as accessible and convenient to help you start at your own pace until we can get you in shape to really start working on you.

"Angie got a copy of your medical report, then came out and gave us a list of what we needed to get started.

"Marty, Matty and I sometimes work out at her gym, but now we'll all work out here with you.

"Angie and I are best friends since high school, we even went to college together and when we came back here, Daddy loaned her the money to start her own gym. When I told her about you, the first thing she said was, "I'm going to be the one that brings him back."

"I didn't want anyone else touching you, so I set this up here and Angie agreed to come over each day and spend time with us here."

"We have a ramp built that lets the wheelchair roll down into the pool so we won't have to pull and lift on your arms to get you in and out of the water.

"Angie has put an exercise bike in the pool and she wants you to use that first, do you feel like starting now?"

"All of you see the shape I'm in, if you say do it, I'll give it my best shot. Just tell me what's expected of me. I don't think these scrubs will be very good workout clothes in the water though."

"We've already thought of the Marc, we'll roll you down the ramp into the water, then the three of us will get the wet scrubs off you and you can decide if you want to ride the water bike nude or we will help you into some gym shorts," Angie told him.

"Just don't let me drown, I've had enough of that to last me a lifetime."

"I can assure you, you're in no danger here, between myself and my three assistants, we'll provide all the necessary CPR to revive you if you happen to slip," Angie laughed.

"You just relax now, I'm going to roll you down the ramp into the water backwards. Mallory and her two daughters will help hold you back until we get you into the flat part of the pool.

"We'll let you get a good workout then we'll slip that air mattress under you so I can massage your legs before we get you back out and under the shower over there. After that, we'll have a healthy snack and get you to your room where we have some soft exercises set up for you can work on."

Mallory, Marty and Matty stepped into the shallow water and held the wheelchair as Angie steered it backwards into the water.

This felt awkward to Marc, but he said nothing as the water came up over his knees as he sat in the chair.

Angie pulled the chair backwards until the water was up to his chest and under his arms. Marc was a little nervous at first when the water kept coming up toward his head. He knew they were very capable, but his mind still reacted in fear because of the incident in the river.

His wheelchair stopped rolling and Angie locked the wheels then put a hand under his upper arm and Mallory did the same with the other. They lifted him easily in the water as Matty and Marty pulled the pants of his scrubs off his legs and threw them on the side of the pool.

He felt exposed and he was. His scrub top was floating up at the waist and he knew his cock was visible.

No time to get modest now, Angie is the only one that hasn't seen my cock and she is a professional, so I'm sure she's seen a patient exposed before.

"Marc, we're going to float you over to the water bike, do you want to try and get some shorts on or will you be comfortable without them?"

"Well, I've already exposed myself to every one now, just put me on the bike and let's get rolling."

"Good, just relax and let us do the work, we'll get you right over the back of the seat and you can lower your feet to the pedals, we'll help you with your right foot to make sure you don't hurt it getting it into the stirrup that holds your feet in."

Angie and Mallory helped him get settled onto the seat and strapped him down with a safety belt. They took his feet and placed them into the padded pedal stirrup and looked up to see Marc staring at their t-shirts that were soaked.

Mallory and Angie both had small nipples and they were about to poke holes in the jersey fabric as Marc looked from one to the other.

He looked up to see Mallory grinning at him, then looked to see Angie with a slight grin also.

"Marc we need you to start slow and see if you can pedal the bike in the water. If you can't, we will use the remote pedals here on the handlebars to help you get going and get a good workout on your legs."

Marc pushed hard with his left foot and the pedals rolled a little and stopped, he looked up at Angie and Mallory again now with a helpless look.

"Don't worry, we'll get you going then you should be able to keep pedaling," Angie said as she took her hands and rotated the remote pedals to get him into a good pedaling motion.

"I'm going to ease up on my pressure now Marc, you just keep the pace up as long as you can. When you get tired, rest and we'll start again."

Marc felt the load on his muscles, but now that the pedals were rotating and the big smooth wheel in front was spinning easily in the water he kept it going when Angie stood up straight.

He hadn't seen Marty and Matty since they had all gotten him to the water bike, and now they too were standing in front of him smiling.

He couldn't help but look from one to the other of the four and smile broadly. Mallory, Matty and Marty all had tears in their eyes as they watched him work his legs up and down on the pedals.

Angie had a big smile for him too, she knew he was weak, but he needed to start somewhere and he was doing great. She looked down and saw the full length of his cock and the size of scrotum hanging off the bike seat, staring.

They had adjusted the handle bars up and out to where he could lay his hands on the hand grips. He was able to grip the left side for support and he felt good about himself as he rode the pedals at a steady but moderate pace.

"Marc you don't have to prove anything today, when you get tired, just stop pedaling, rest a while and we'll get you going again."

"I want to go a little more before I stop, I feel good just be moving my legs again. I know I've got a long way to go, but I'm ready."

Marc kept it up for another five minutes and stopped to rest as the muscles in his legs began to burn and sting. He was instantly surrounded buy the four of them, two on each side and smiled as they each hugged him lightly around his shoulders and kissed his cheeks.

"Marc that was a very, very good first ride. We'll stop there for the day, I don't want you to do any damage to your weakened muscles, trying to get you back in shape," Angie said and smiled when Mallory and her daughters all agreed.

"Marc, you just rest on the seat while we get the air mattress behind you. Matty and Marty will hold it and Mallory and I will help you lay back until we get you fully stretched out on it."

With the four of them working together, they had him on his front and floating in the waist deep water. Angie worked his tight muscles and massaged his thighs and calves until he began to relax.

Now and then she would accidentally slip her hand between his legs too far as she worked his upper legs, she felt his large cock and jerked her hand back the first time she touched it. She glanced up to see Mallory smiling at her.

"I can assure you, he likes it Angie. Have you ever seen a more beautiful cock on a man?"

"No, I can honestly say I haven't. Mallory, you are one lucky woman. I apologize Marc, we're back here massaging your legs and talking as if you can't hear."

"If you keep on bumping around back there I'll be wanting more than my legs massaged."

Angie glanced quickly at Mallory and smiled, as she worked his muscles over good.

Even though he was in the water, Marc was amazed at how easily the two women handled his almost dead weight. They soon had him back in the wheelchair and Marty pulled a small cable and hook over to connect to the frame of the wheelchair.

They had thought of everything, they had a small electric winch to pull him out of the water, wheelchair and all.

Angie wheeled him to the portable shower they had set up near the pool.

After they had rinsed him and took the hand held shower head and sprayed his feet, legs and groin, they all helped him move from one wheelchair to another one. He was now sitting on a folded towel and Mallory pulled the scrub top over his head.

She took another towel and patted him dry from the waist up and pulled another dry scrub top over him. They patiently took their time getting his hands and arms into the sleeves and over his head.

In the kitchen, Mallory took a container from the refrigerator and poured a large glass of creamy liquid and handed it to Marty. She and Matty together held the oversize straw and glass, as he drank the sweet fruity tasting concoction.

"Marc, we will start you on solid food tomorrow and get you back to regularity. You need to drink this laxative now and in about four to six hours, we'll begin flushing your digestive system. I hope you're not embarrassed by the four of us taking care of you and cleaning you after your bowel movements.

"According to your records, you haven't been very regular and we need to get you back as close to normal as possible before we can start the proper nutrition program for you," Angie explained.

"I realize if I'm ever gonna be back on my feet and living a normal life, I have to start now by trusting the four of you.

"What ever you need me to do, just let me know. From the time I woke up in the hospital, bandaged and bleeding, exposed to whoever came in, I've learned that modesty is only a fleeting thought in the mind. If the four of you are willing to give your time and efforts to rehab me, you're just gonna have to put up with seeing me naked."

"Marc, there's nothing on this earth that my daughters and I wouldn't for you. My daddy is included in that also. To him, you're a hero, just as you are to us.

"If not for you, the three of us wouldn't be here today. Until a person comes face to face with their own death, then is snatched from deaths jaws and given their life back, there are no words that one human can use to tell another just how powerful our feelings toward you really are."

"Mallory, you're gonna get me all watery eyed and blubbering again if you keep talking like that."

"We're just so happy you're here with us Marc so we can take care of you and nurse you back to health. I thought we were going to have to sedate Matty and Marty until we could get you here today. They've been climbing the walls since we left you in that hospital yesterday, to get all this set up for you.

"I'm not going to lie to you either and tell you I wasn't just as excited as they were," Mallory told him.

"Marc, we want to get you in bed now and let you relax for a while. Once the laxative starts to act, you won't get much rest for an hour or so, it's pretty powerful stuff," Angie told him as they rolled him along side a single bed that was lowered to let him be helped into it.

As soon as Marc was comfortable and resting, he drifted off to sleep. Mallory was holding one hand, Marty had the other and Matty had her hand resting on his shoulder, as they watched him sleep.

Angie had folded a sheet and lay it across his stomach to give him a few minutes of privacy.

She pulled another sheet up over his bare legs and smiled as Mallory and her daughters ran their hands across his hairy chest and belly, as he slept.

'If there's such a thing as fate, and if angels really do watch over us, these four people have been pulled together and bonded to one another like nothing I've seen before in my life. I'm so happy for them', Angie thought.

"I gotta go," Marc said as he woke from a sound sleep, he looked to either side of him to see Matty and Marty on one side and Mallory on the other, they were all three slumped over, sleeping an a chair.

Marc saw Angie as she hurried to his side, "Mallory, Marc's gotta go, help me slide him into the potty chair."

Mallory and her daughters came wide awake and they all gingerly helped Marc into the potty chair. He closed his eyes, there was no way he could look at anyone as they all stood there and watched him.

Try as he might, there was no way to keep from sounding like a grown man with the shits.

His bowel movement came roaring out and he felt embarrassed all over again as the gas blasted its way into the disposable vinyl bag followed by the smell.

"This is very embarrassing and very humbling to be like this. I can see now that I have true friends. I apologize to you and I thank you too."

"Hush, we're here for you because we love you," Mallory told him.

Mallory and Angie lifted Marc gently by his upper arm as Marty pulled the chair back and removed the bag and zipped it closed.

Matty knelt behind him and washed him clean with a wet cloth then dried him.

She leaned over and kissed his butt cheek, patting him, "Good boy," She said and giggled.

Marc never opened his eyes until he was back in bed and covered once more.

He opened his eyes and glanced around, sure enough, they were all watching him, smiling.

Angie had told him that it would be at least an hour before he was cleaned out good, but it was two hours before he felt like he had control of his bowels once more.

He felt good now that he had gotten rid of the bloated sickening feeling.

"What's on the agenda now? Surely it has to be better than what we just went through," He said and smiled as best he could. His face was still tight from the scars that were beginning to heal and pull.

"I'm going to turn you over to my able assistants and be back here early tomorrow for more workouts. I hope the four of you have a good nights rest," Angie told them.

"We will Angie, we're pulling his bed back into the den and we're all going to sleep as close to Marc as we can," Mallory told her as they hugged.

"Good night all," Angie said as she left them.

"Mallory, will you kiss me like we kissed at the hospital?"

"YES, I've been wanting to kiss you all day, but I held back because we have to get you healthy so I can ravage your body."

Mallory was wearing her sleep shirt as she leaned close to Marc. His right hand was no longer in the cast and as she moved closer, his fingers were in her crotch. He moaned into her mouth as she moaned into him. Marc felt her wetness on his fingers and tried his best to make the ligaments in his hand work.

Marty and Matty moved closer and each lay their hands on his belly and caressed him all the way to his groin. Marc bucked up slightly as they both raked across his swollen cock.

The young sisters smiled at each other and leaned over to lick and suck on his cock head. Marc was getting more exercise now as he bucked up and down on the bed while the inexperienced sisters slathered his cock with love and lust.

"Do it on our face Mr. Marc, cum on us both," Marty said as she looked at him.

Marc managed to make one crooked finger move just enough to slip into Mallory's wet pussy, she sank just enough to get him deeper and moved toward him.

"Cum for me Mallory," He pleaded. He wanted to give something back to them somehow.

He raised his hips as high as he could as Marty and Matty sucked and licked all over his slick cock head.

They heard him as he started with a low growl deep inside him and placed his fat cock head between their lips and they kissed each other and sucked him at the same time. He emptied his warm slippery cum into their waiting mouths.

Mallory had moved her pussy to where Marc was now raking her clit and she screamed into his mouth as her cum splashed into his cupped hand.

She looked down at him now and they smiled at one another.

"Soon my love, I will take your long fat cock inside me and hold you tight as you fill me with your seed."

"Mallory."

"Yes Marc, I can hardly wait to have our baby inside me. I need this, I need to have our baby to show the world how much I love you."

"Will you wait until I'm well enough to make love to you?"

"Will you marry me, Mallory?" Marc asked of the woman he loved.

"YES. I will marry you and we'll have a family and you'll be the Daddy to my daughters who never really had a father."

"Mr. Marc, we're so glad you're gonna be our daddy. We were hoping when we first saw you in the hospital that first day we could call you daddy."

"You've made us so happy."

Marty and Matty were crying big tears and smiling.

"Give me a kiss goodnight and lets get some rest so we can get me in shape to where I can get around. We have a lot of planning to do and we have a lot of loving to do too."

The three new loves of his life kissed him and touched him all over and still wanted more.



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Chapter 3


Angie was back early the next morning, and had a big breakfast of eggs, steak, and potatoes and whole wheat toast prepared for them.

Marc was awake and saw Angie when she came into the den to check on everyone. She gave him a slight wave but didn't speak. Mallory was asleep in the chair beside Marc's bed, her head lay over on the bed next to him, her right arm thrown across his belly her left hand on his chest.

If there was ever such a thing as a human magnet, it was working full force on these two. Mallory got out of her bed on the couch late in the night because she couldn't stay away from him.

Marc lay restless and sleepless, glancing over at Mallory and her two daughters where they lay completely exhausted, wishing silently that one of them would come hold him or at least touch him so he could sleep.

As if some silent telepathic message had stirred her from her sleep, Mallory raised her head and looked at Marc. She saw him in the dim light as he looked at her.

Without a word between them, she wrapped herself in a light blanket and sat in the chair next to his bed. She lay her right arm across his midsection and her other hand on his chest. Both slept soundly, the demons once more caged and silent.

Mallory raised her head when she heard a noise in the kitchen and saw Angie at the counter. She looked up at Marc and saw his smile as he watched her and smiled.

"I love you, Marc," She whispered and stood to kiss his lips.

"I love you Mallory, thanks for coming to my rescue once more, you always know when I need you most."

"I woke up needing to touch you Marc, I can't stand to be away from you."

"I know the feeling, help me get myself on my feet so I can love you the way my heart wants to."

Mallory let her right hand slip beneath the sheet that covered his waist and felt his strong hard cock as it throbbed beneath her hand, she wanted him.

Pulling the sheet off him, she leaned her slender body up and over him, taking his swollen cock head in her mouth and thrilled at the feeling that went through her.

She didn't use her hands on his cock, she opened her mouth wide and let him slip deeper into her throat and sucked him until he bucked up, his sore muscles strained and tight as she sucked him to fulfillment.

"When I'm able, I will feast on your body like a starving man at a buffet."

"OK you two, if you don't want company on that bed, you better get your butts up and get ready for breakfast," Angie told them as she stood beside the bed and watched Mallory clean the last of Marc's sperm from his long slick cock.

"Angie honey, you get this man up and on his feet to where he can handle us both and I'll be glad to let you have a tumble in our bed."

"I was only kidding, I see the love you have for him and I see the wonder in his eyes when he looks at you. Now get your butts up and let's get to work."

Marty and Matty French came up from their pile of blankets as if spring loaded, when they were awakened by their Mom and Angie talking.

Clad only panties, they both ran to Marc and hugged their tight, firm little titties to his chest and kissed him. Both girls ran their hands all over his hairy chest and belly, then smiled and kissed him again before running down the hall to the bathroom.

Marc was hungry, after the flushing of his system yesterday, he felt empty and rightfully so.

They all watched as he hooked the fork in his crooked fingers. Though he made a mess, he fed himself for the first time in over twenty days.

Angie put a foam rubber ball in each of his hands and told him to squeeze and keep squeezing all day until he loosened his sore and tight tendons that had been put back together.

Out on the patio, she had him on the weight bench with his legs over the padded leg rest so he could do leg lifts. At first, she didn't even have weights on the bar.

Marc smiled when he was able to strain and raise his legs up and forward six inches.

He smiled more as he repeatedly raised the empty bar again and again.

Angie placed two pounds on each side of the bar and Marc slowly raised the four pounds. He grinned in determination and went through three reps, then rested and went through four reps. He rested and went for four more.

"Enough, don't over do it. Lets try some more now. Can you raise yourself if you hold onto Mallory and me?"

"I think so."

"Then swing your legs to the side and when we lean down, you hold onto our shoulders, we'll help you."

Marc wasn't able to grip their shoulders, but he did manage to pull himself up as they placed their hands over his and held him tight to their shoulders.

He stood on shaky legs, half stooped and wobbling, but he was standing and it felt good.

"We'll be right beside you Marc, you stand there and raise and lower your arms as you squeeze the rubber balls in your grip."

He could feel his tight muscles loosen some and he stood up taller, as he raised his arms to shoulder level.

Angie helped him to a stationary motorized bicycle, he nodded his head and she started the machine on slow. His arms and legs had trouble just keeping contact with the handlebars and pedals at first, but like earlier, he soon loosened up and relaxed to get a good workout.

She brought him her own concoction of power drink and he gulped it down.

By noon he was tired from the light exercises and they helped him to a low massage table.

Matty and Marty watched the entire workout and both were as proud as they smiled at each other at his progress and determination.

They help their Mom and Angie get him on the padded table and watched as Angie worked her magic on his sore and weakened muscles.

Marc was totally relaxed and at ease now with no clothes on as he was worked over from his neck to the soles of his feet.

Mallory helped Angie roll him over and in an instant, all four pair of female eyes were locked onto his cock as he lay exposed.

Angie worked his upper arms, chest and legs. She made sure she never touched or even bumped his swelling cock as she did her magic on his sore tight muscles.

Marty and Matty were watching and wishing the whole time they could get hold of his fat cock and give it a good workout.

Angie watched them and winked at Mallory.

"Marty, Matty, I think we'll let Marc take a shower today, since he's able to stand. Why don't the two of you help him wash, since his hands are still stiff and sore. There's another muscle too that needs a workout, why don't the two of you help Marc with this also, that is if he says it's OK."

"Please Marc."

"How can I say no?"

The sisters had slipped on t-shirts when they came out to watch and hopefully get the chance to help with Marc's workout.

They stripped the shirts over their heads and stepped out of their panties. Now they began to soap him all over as the shower sprayed.

Soon they were satisfied he was clean and they began to work their own magic on his swollen cock.

With the open shower spraying them, they knelt down and sucked and pulled on his long fat cock.

Mallory wanted so much to step in and bend over so she could take him from behind, she resisted and let her daughters worship him with their mouths just as they did with their hearts.

Marc worked hard on his re-hab. He gave it all he had and Angie kept cautioning him not to overdo it. He just kept working and pushing himself, and her to let him work harder.

"Marc, you're way ahead of schedule with the injuries and stress you've been through, just relax and let it happen now."

"I can't Angie, I need to get my feet under me and get the use of my hands back. I can't be a burden to myself and this family that's taken me in and provided all this for me."

"Marc, you're not a burden, what we've done for you is because we love you, I don't feel indebted to you. You saved my life and both my daughters' lives too, but now we're together and we want you to be here," Mallory said.

"Maybe burden was a wrong choice of words, I just want to be able to contribute more to our relationship. I've never in my life wanted anything as bad as I want to love you and your daughters.

"I want to feel like I can live up to what the three of you and your father think of me."

"Marc, you don't have to live up to anything, we loved you before you ever got out of that bed, we love you now and we'll love you forever."

"Mallory, I want to hold you when we sleep in the same bed, I want to walk with you in your garden. I want to get a job and pay the expenses and I want us to be a family."

There was no stopping Marc, he worked even when they weren't working with him, he gained the use of his hands and could now grip and hold his own weight as he reached up and took hold of the overhead bar.

Mallory took Marc to see Dr. Garrard to get his opinion about a final medical release.

Marc and Mallory came out of the Doctor's office smiling and hugging on the way to the car.

"Marc, Daddy wants you and me to let him pay for a trip to some resort and have some time together, will you let him?"

"I've being a fool and refusing to let your Dad help me. If you really want to go, I'll say yes on two conditions."

"Whatever they are, YES."

"We're gonna take Marty and Matty with us, I don't want to be away from you three ever again."

"Thanks Marc, I told them that you and I may go somewhere alone and it broke their hearts, I want you to tell them they're going too, it will mean the world to them. Now what was the other condition?"

"We go as a family."

"You mean we get married?"

"That's exactly what I mean and before we leave I want to start the legal process to adopt Marty and Matty. I want us to be a true family. I want them to be MY daughters."

"You've made me so happy, as well as my daughters and my daddy. The girls wanted me to ask you when they could call you daddy. Even Daddy asked me if you would ever want to adopt them. He's seen the way they worship you."

"Then let's go see an attorney before we go home, I want to tell them that I'm their daddy, and they'll go on our honeymoon with us."

"We'll stop by Daddy's personal attorney's office, he'll be glad to do it, not only for Daddy, but for me."

They spent an hour and a half with the attorney and came out smiling even more than when they got a clean medical slate from Dr. Garrard.

"Let's get married here so your daddy can be with us, then we'll need to decide where we're going with the girls on our honeymoon."

"Marc, I didn't think I could love you any more than I do now, but you make me so happy. I love the way you want me and my daughters to be yours. I love the way you take charge and want to get things done. It turns me on the way you look at me and ask me things about what I want.

"Well, I need to ask your Daddy about a job now, since I'm gonna be a family man. I can't mooch off his charity for ever," Marc laughed.

"He'd make you president of his company if you asked."

"I just want a job. I'll work and prove myself. If he wants to promote me because of my abilities, he can. I'm through taking charity though, I won't take any charitable promotions and I hope he doesn't insult me with them either."

"Tell him up front and he'll do it your way. He's a fair man and at work you'll just be another employee."

"That's the way I want it and that's the way I want our marriage to start too. You needn't worry, I love a challenge and I plan to succeed in marriage and my career."

"I'll help you too Marc, for the first time in my adult life I'm happy with where I am and where I'm going."

When they pulled up in the driveway, they heard the girls laughing and playing in the pool. When they got through the garden and could see, they saw the sisters frolicking and playing naked as they swam and had fun.

Marc stopped on the path and stripped naked, he looked at Mallory and cocked his eyebrow as if to say, "Well?".

He and Mallory were naked in a matter of seconds, leaving their clothes lying on the garden path they ran naked to the pool and jumped in right bedside the naked girls.

Marc and Mallory were covered in naked teenage bodies. The sisters were thrilled and went wild when their Mom and Marc jumped in the pool with them naked.

When they had calmed down to where Mallory could get their attention, Matty and Marty were each hanging on to Marc, arms around his neck and legs around his waist in a tangle.

"Marty, Matty, I have some really good news."

"What Mom, did Marc pass his physical with Dr. Garrard?" Marty asked as she bumped her little pussy against Marc's side.

"Yes, he did, but we all expected that. The news I have involves all of us."

Both girls looked at one another, then at their Mom, then at Marc.

They knew what they wanted to hear, but were afraid to ask.

"Marc has asked me to marry him and we're going on a honeymoon."

"Oh wow Mom, we're so happy, how long will you be gone?" Matty asked, happy that they were getting married, but knowing they weren't going with them.

"We'll be gone three weeks."

"Wow that's a long time. Where will you be going?"

"We haven't decided yet, I was thinking I would like to go to a nude resort."

"Wow that would be awesome, Mom, do it and tell us all about it when you get back."

"I have a better suggestion," Marc said.

"What could be better than spending your honeymoon with a beautiful woman like Mom at a nude resort?" Marty asked.

"Spending my honeymoon at a nude resort, with my wife and two daughters."

Both girls stopped wriggling now and looked at each other and then at Marc.

"Mom?"

"Yes, you're going too, Marc and I just left the attorney's office where we started adoption papers.

"Marc wants you two to be big sisters to our baby."

"OH WOW Marc, you're gonna be our daddy?"

"Yes and you two are going with us on our honeymoon, we're gonna be a family and we'll never be apart again more than a day at school or work."

"Marc?"

"Yes."

"Can we call you Daddy now?" Matty asked.

"Yes you can and I love the sound of it too."

"Daddy?" Marty said.

"Yes Marty."

"Can we help you and Mom get pregnant?"

"You better believe it, it may take a lot of tries to be sure she's pregnant."

"Good, we want to see you and Mom make love and make us a baby."

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Epilogue

Bryson French stood between his two grand daughters and beamed as the preacher pronounced Marc and Mallory man and wife. He knew this had to be divine intervention for everything to happen the way it did.

He was elated that Mallory was in love and happy and his granddaughters now had a man they could call daddy and look up to.

He'd given them a special credit card as a wedding gift, a card with no limit and no payments.

He and Marc had sat down and hammered out a deal for Marc to go to work with his construction business and be willing to let Bryson promote him as he worked his way up and positions became available.

Bryson was a conniving man and he knew that some of his older people need promotions and some needed to retire with full benefits too, for their years of service.

His new son-in-law was on his way up and in ten years would be a partner. Bryson thought that was fair enough. After all, he was planning to retire himself at sixty and make Mallory the other partner in his corporation.

He smiled at his plans and at the look that would be on both of their faces as he thought of that day when he handed them the papers and the keys to the business.

The four members of the Grayson family boarded their chartered flight to the Yucatan Peninsula where they would be spending the next three weeks at a private villa on a secluded section of beach reserved exclusively for naturists.

Matty and Marty stripped naked and raced into the surf, romping and playing naked in the sun and running through the white sand like young sea nymphs come ashore.

Marc and Mallory walked down to the beach to join them and they all walked along laughing and talking and making plans for the life in front of them.

They sat on the beach naked and watched the red sun drop into the western horizon then walked back up to their bungalow to have a feast before they all four stretched out on the straw mats and consummated their wedding vows.

Marty and Matty were both as excited as their Mom and sat on either side of Marc and Mallory as they began to kiss and feel each other in foreplay.

Soon the newlyweds were stretched out on the straw mats and their sexy teen daughters were lying beside them, touching and feeling their Mom as well as their Dad.

Marc was lying on Mallory's belly, feasting on her magnificent tits as she writhed and moaned under him.

When he raised up on his knees and bent down to pay homage to her exposed pussy, the girls saw their chance to join the fun and grabbed his swollen cock and started licking and sucking him from behind, as they lay between his legs.

"I want to be on top when we make love the first time Marc and I want our daughters to put your fat cock in my pussy for the first time too."

Marc lay flat of his back, and Mallory sat on his thighs and looked down in the light of the lanterns around them as their daughters sucked their new Dad's cock.

Matty and Marty looked up at their Mom and smiled.

She raised herself up high enough for them to stand his long fat cock up erect. She looked down between her legs as she sat astride his waist and saw his turgid, slippery cock sink deep inside her and bring a feeling like no other in her life before this moment.

Matty and Marty suckled her nipples and she screamed into the night as she orgasmed over and over while riding Marc's fat hard cock in and out of her molten pussy.

Mallory felt him when his warm slippery sperm shot deep inside her; making her pussy open to welcome the seed of his offspring into her warm egg.

They slumped over now, Mallory still lying on Marc, their two naked daughters lying beside them their hot little bodies in a lather from the sight of their Mom and Dad making love and making a baby.

They all awoke once more during the night and by the light of the moon, they made love again as the young girls were caressed and sucked to orgasm, they too screamed into the night in pleasure.

At daylight, they all got up and took a shower, ate some fruit and a light breakfast and returned to the mats once more.

Matty and Marty were lying on the woven mats beside their new daddy, rubbing their hands up and down his hairy belly and chest and fondling his long cock when Mallory walked out to join them.

As she sat down close to where they were, she smiled at her daughters and handed them a condom each.

They looked at their Mom and then at each other, then at the huge cock that they had a hold of.

"Mom?" they both asked.

"Yes, as long as you use a condom. This is what you both have wanted since you saw this man, we have him now and we'll all love him and worship him. Matty, you're the oldest, you can go first. Take it slow and easy, we have three weeks and you'll want more, so don't hurt yourself.

"Marty and I will help you, then you and I will help Marty as you both lose your virginity to the man we all love.

"Now get on that long hard cock and make love for the first time in your life. Love the man that you now call daddy.

"Make love to our HERO."


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Posted:  2008-11-26
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