The next day, Velma didn’t serve breakfast. In fact, I never saw her again. The male nurse brought it in. I guess I scared the old hag.
I’ve been keeping track of how long they park me outside. Oh, I love it, but it is becoming part of a plan. But I need more time.
Doc came in this morning. He took my vitals instead of a nurse doing it. I think they are trying to track me closer. It won’t work.
Cheryl brought in my breakfast. I was so happy to see her. She placed the tray on my table, then sat next to me.
“Spike. Look at me. I know you can hear me.” Her tone was soft but firm. I turned to look at her.
“Why did you throw the tray at Velma?” I closed my eyes, then opened them.
“Oh, won’t tell me, huh?” she smiled. “I see that twinkle in your eyes.” She is starting to know me too well.
“Why do you like me, Spike. Is it because you think I’m pretty?” I blinked and put my head down.
“Shy, are we now. Spike, please tell me how I can help you. I want you to get better.” I blinked and smiled at Cheryl.
“Wow! You smiled. I won’t tell anyone.” I closed my eyes, and she understood.
“I heard the doc say your wife was coming in today. Do you want me to bathe you when she leaves?” I blinked my eyes rapidly.
“Spike, do you love me?” I closed my eyes and turned from her.
“But you do like me, right?” I blinked rapidly again.
After you eat, do you want to go outside?” she asked. I blinked my eyes.
Cheryl came back for my tray. She was surprised I had almost finished everything.
“Did I make you do that?” I blinked. That made her giggle.
“Spike, Laura is in the doctor’s office. The door is closed, so I don’t know what they are talking about. If I did, I’d tell you.” I smiled at Cheryl.
She took my tray and was leaving.
“Don’t.” I called quietly after her.
“Don’t worry, Spike. It’s our secret. I won’t rat on you, I promise.” She smiled and left.
I wish I knew why she is so important to me. I wish I weren’t mentally imbalanced and she weren’t younger. I wonder if she would date me. I would be a gentleman around her.
Fuck it. I tried that once, and look where it got me. In a fucking fruitcake factory, with a whore for a wife. Being a gentleman got me nowhere, except in here.
I have to start distancing myself from Cheryl. But she is becoming very important to my plan.
That afternoon, Doc and peanut butter legs came for me. You know, soft and easy to spread.
They wheeled me into the AV room again. Oh, boy. More monotone crap, and tearoom lavender. They sat me in front of a projector and turned off the lights. I could smell Laura’s perfume. God only knows how long she marinated in it today.
The projector showed a photo on the screen. It was Laura and I at the Senior prom. She was so young and beautiful. She still is beautiful, but her heart is black.
Then there were photos of us at the river, swimming. Laura took off her top but covered her boobs. She was standing in the bottoms of her suit. I have to admit, she looked damn good.
I remember that day well. We had a chance to sneak off and screw. I never touched her before our wedding night. And this is how she thanks me.
I spun around in the wheelchair and knocked the photos from the screen. Everyone was in shock, except Cheryl. I’m going to need her to put my plan into effect. But I’m scared I’ll get her in trouble.
Ah, there’s always Velma.
Laura tried to wheel me back to my room, but I leaned away from her.
“Spike, please.” She sobbed and begged. I closed my eyes.
Back in my room. Cheryl had me stand up so she could put me in bed. The doctor was looking at us, and Cheryl saw our reflection in a mirror. The look on their faces told the story. Not a word was spoken.
Cheryl came in very early the next morning. She was as chipper as ever.
“Ready for your bath, Spike.” I blinked several times.
She took her normal routine, starting with my arms, then my back, then my torso. When she started to wash my cock and balls, she looked up at me.
She was blushing, I blinked rapidly, and turned my head like I was embarrassed too.
Cheryl put her head close to my ear. “You know you’re a naughty boy, don’t you?” She looked at me and blushed even more as I blinked vigorously.
She dried me off. She gave me fresh hospital sheets and changed my bed. When she bent over, I thought about how I loved to see Laura bend over, but I never touched her.
After we were married, I had her bent over the bed, table, or counter, and shoving my rigid cock in her wet pussy. She would moan and groan as I ground my cock in her pussy until I loaded her pussy with cum. Her pussy would spray me with her cum until she had no more. I’m a fucking fool.
“Do you want to sit in your chair or get back in bed?” I tapped the arm of the chair.
“Okay. I’m going to get your tray, and I’ll be back right. Okay?” Her smile took me back years.
Cheryl brought me breakfast. She put it on the tray, and I got up from the chair to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to eat and make me proud of you?” I blinked at her and picked up my fork.
She got up to walk away, and I whispered, “Thank you.” Cheryl turned around and looked at me.
“I promise never to betray you, Spike.” She left the room.
That afternoon, another quack came into the room. He introduced himself as a psychoanalyst. Another fruit cake. What’s on today’s boaring special?
“Mr. Larkin. I’m going to show you some spots. Please tell me what you see.” I guess no one told the genius that I do not communicate with people.
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Killmequick gave up. He picked up his toys and went home.
Cheryl came in. “Spike, do you want to go outside for a while. It’s a beautiful day.” I blinked several times.
Cheryl knows my favorite spot. She doesn’t know I can see my objective’s house and notice a vehicle that I bought show up. He came home and went inside. He came back out of the house over an hour later, wearing the same clothes.
This has been his SOP for a week now. Patience. I haven’t seen the whore’s car – yet.
Cheryl came for me. She put her hand on mine, then wheeled me into my room.
“Did you enjoy the outside. Are you out there long enough, Spike? I don’t want to bore you, but I don’t want you cooped up in this drab room all the time.” She was standing in front of me, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
I remembered the many times Laura did that. She would take her panties off, and I would play with her pussy. She would unzip my pants and pull my cock out. I fingered her and she stroked my cock.
“I want him in me, Spike. I’m gonna ride that cock until I make him cum in me.” Then she would mount me.
I would open her blouse and push up her bra so I could pull and suck her boobs. Sometimes, she would change and take my cock in her ass. Damn, she could make me cum like that.
I would never do that to Cheryl.
“Spike, look at me.” I looked into her eyes.
“What do you remember from the photos? You can tell me. I won’t tell a soul, you know that. I feel so safe when I’m with you.” She held my face in her hands. God, I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn’t.
“I won’t be here tomorrow. It’s my day off, but I will be thinking about you.” I closed my eyes and lowered my head.
“Spike, please don’t throw the tray at Velma or anyone else, please. They give me a hard time then. They think there is something between us. Well, there is, but not the vulgar way they think. So, please.” I blinked and lowered my head.
“That’s my guy. Thank you. Happy dreams. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow.” I blinked several times to say ‘goodbye’.
So, Cheryl is off every Thursday. If the motherfucker stays with his routine, next Thursday will be the day. I can wait until then.
As luck would have it, Cheryl left just before Laura came in. I was sitting in bed, staring.
“Spike. It’s, it’s me, Laura. God, how I love you so much. Please come back to me. I hate what happened, I don’t know why I did it.” She put her hand on mine. I looked down at them.
“Is this okay? Spike, I really want you to hold me. I want to hold you. I hate that I did this to you. You were always so strong and so romantic. You were always the perfect gentleman. After we married, you would always fondle me and make long love to me.
Remember the times we went to the show. We sat in the back row. You fingered me, then knelt and put it in me. You always filled me so much, it leaked onto the seat. Then you would sit in your chair, and I would suck the cum from your half-hard cock.
“SPIKE, TALK TO ME PLEASE, SPIKE! I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY,” Laura broke down in tears.
A nurse heard her yell and came into the room.
“Is everything all right?” She asked, but Laura was face down on the bed, sobbing.
“Come on, Mrs. Larkin. I’ll get you some water or coffee.”
“I WANT MY HUSBAND BACK! GOD, PLEASE BRING HIM BACK TO ME!”
The nurse went for a doctor. They took her to tend to her anxiety. Pain and agony hurts doesn’t it? You’ll never feel the pain you have put me through. I hope he takes care of your bastard kid.
The nurse came back in to check on me.
“Are you okay, Mr. Larkin?” No response. She left. Only Cheryl knows and cares.
I survived Thursday with Velma. I didn’t throw the tray at her, and I ate my meals like I promised Cheryl. It’s going to be another week before I can act. I have to keep an eye on the weather. Rain is my enemy; they won’t let me outside.
Velma brought my dinner tray. I think it was supposed to be meatloaf. As she was leaving, she dropped a pair of shoe coverings. Those could come in handy.
Velma came for my tray and looked around. She didn’t say anything, but I guess she was looking for the covers. I look so innocent. Thank you, Velma. Bitch.
Laura came in early the next morning. She was there before Chery. She filled the small bucket with warm water and got the sponge and soap. She walked over to the bed and sat next to me.
“Spike, I want to give you a sponge bath. Can I? I didn’t answer.
She started to take my top off. I didn’t help or hinder. She washed my arms, then my back. She rinsed the sponge and then began to wash my chest. She wrung the sponge out again and started to wash my cock. I held her arm to stop her.
Laura left crying.
To be continued
