Life After the Lottery

This is really the second part of Chapter 50. I got caught up in it, and it got real long, so I cut it in half. There is a lot in this one to read for upcoming chapters. Stick with it! Copyright 2016, LATL.

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Life after the Lottery, Ch. 51

Dawn's surgery and more

Tuesday morning.

I never did go to sleep. I lay in bed thinking about what was happening with Dawn and me, and the girls. It startled me when the alarm went off at 5:00. I was still holding Sam as she slept. I knew it was going to be a long day.

"Sam," I said as I pulled some of her hair away from her face. I kissed her. "Sam."

"emmm"

"Honey, we need to get up."

"Emmm. Oh...what?" Sam said opening her eyes. "Wait...did I go to sleep?"

"It will come to you. We need to get up."

I rolled to the side of the bed and sat up.

"Wait a minute! I passed out!"

"Yes, you did."

I felt Sam move, then she grabbed me from behind and wrapped her arms around me.

"I remember! Oh my god, James, you tortured me!"

"You didn't act like I was torturing you."

"You have never done those things to me."

She moved and sat next to me on the bed.

"I only do that for my wife."

She grabbed me and kissed me and held me.

"We need to get ready," I told her.

"I need to shower," she said and got up and went to the bathroom.

I followed her and cleaned up while she rinsed off in the shower. Sam was soaping up her body under the shower head while I showered. She made sure she didn't get all of her hair wet. We both rinsed off about the same time.

"James?" Sam said walking to me. "Last night was wonderful."

"You mean while ago?"

"Whatever, it was wonderful."

Sam reached for my cock and began to play with it.

"Honey, we need to get going," I said.

"Okay."

"Sam? Are you ever satisfied?"

"James, you always satisfy me. It's just that right now, I feel so good, I just want to make sure you are satisfied."

"I am. I had a very satisfying night." I leaned over and kissed her.

"I had a good time," she said.

"I did too. I'm sure Dawn will enjoy watching."

"Oh."

"What, Sam?"

"I sort of forgot about that. Will she get upset?"

"Why would she?"

"I said and did a lot of things last night for just you," Sam said.

"So did I. Honey, Dawn won't care. I think she will be happy to see you enjoying yourself."

"Well...does she have to see it right away?"

"Sam, if you don't want her to see it right now, I will tell her."

"Would you?"

"Yes, but you will have to let her watch it soon."

"I will."

"Go get dressed," I told Sam. She left while I shaved and got dressed.

Sam came back wearing blue jeans and a top. I was dressed and ready to go. We went down the stairs.

"We can stop and get something for breakfast," I told Sam.

"Shit! I didn't clean up from dinner. Give me a few minutes to put the dishes in the dishwasher and clean up. I don't want Dawn to see I left a mess."

I helped Sam clean the kitchen up and put things away. She was being self-conscious about leaving a mess after playing wife.

We left and stopped and grabbed something for breakfast and some coffee. I didn't know about Sam, but I was dragging. As we drove, we sipped our coffee.

"James?"

"Yes?"

"Amy needs a chance to do that," Sam told me.

"I know. I will find time."

"Thank you. I am not sure she is ready to see what we did either."

"Sam."

"I know, we don't keep secrets."

We drove to the hospital and went to Dawn's room. She was eating breakfast.

"Good morning, honey," I said.

"Good morning, did you two have a good night?" Dawn asked.

"Yes we did," I told Dawn.

Sam walked over and kissed her.

"Sam?" Dawn asked.

"We had a good time." Sam was being a little quiet.

"Did you have a good night?" I asked.

"I was a little sore, but I'm ready to go home now."

"When is John coming by?"

"Kevin came by earlier; he said he would tell John I was ready to go home. Today is office day so he will come by soon." Dawn told us.

"Hey you two!" I heard Amy say from behind me.

"Hey, honey. Did you keep her straight last night?" I asked.

"She slept most of the night."

"Good."

"Sam? Did you sleep most of the night?" Amy asked her. Sam just looked up and smiled. "I will be off soon. You all wait for me."

"Don't get in a hurry," Dawn said.

Amy left, and Sam followed her.

"What's up with Sam?" Dawn asked.

"We had an interesting night. She treated me like her husband, and I treated her like a wife. I have told you how she gets when it is just the two of us in the house."

"I have seen how she gets. What happened."

"I treated her to some things that I do just for you. She thinks you will get mad about it."

"You treated her like a wife then?"

"Yes. That is what we talked about. I hope you're okay with that."

"I'm okay with it; I'm just not sure how to treat them. I haven't had a wife."

"Honey, is all of this going to be a problem?"

"No. We have talked about it. I know you have talked to Sam about her and Amy being as close to you as a wife would be."

"Honey, I may treat them like a wife, but you know, and they know that I will always have different feelings toward you. Sam asked me what we were legally. I had a talk with her about it."

"What are we legally?" Dawn asked.

"Cohabitating polyamory."

"There is a name for it?"

"Yes, and in some states it is illegal."

"That's stupid. I hope it's okay here."

"There is nothing on the books in this state about it."

"How do you know this?"

"I asked our attorney to look into it."

"Why did you ask him?"

"I was talking to him about changing our will. The girls have no legal claim to anything if something happens to us."

"Okay. I'm sure he had a few questions," Dawn said.

"He did."

"I guess there are things we need to discuss and make arrangments for," Dawn acknowledged.

Dawn and I had talked about this some at night while we lay in bed. We were already making some plans and had some other ideas. Sam walked back in the room.

"Sam, come here and sit," Dawn told her. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Listen, if you need some time before you tell me about last night, that is okay."

Sam leaned over and kissed Dawn.

"Thank you for letting me play wife last night," Sam told her.

"I hope you think of it more of than just playing wife," Dawn said.

"Okay, but we need to talk about this. Amy needs to talk about it too," Sam replied.

"Yes, we do. While I am home will be a good time. You want to tell me anything, honey?"

"Later. I have some questions."

"I thought you would," Dawn told her.

"Why? You don't know what happened. James, did you tell her!"

"No."

"Sam. We don't have secrets from each other, but, there are things that only James and I share in bed. I am guessing he shared some with you last night," Dawn told her.

"We...I...we only..."

"Sam, I can imagine what happened. We will talk later."

"Sam, tell her how much sleep you got last night," I said.

"An hour or so, but...he made me pass out and didn't wake me until this morning."

"You passed out?" Dawn questioned a little shocked.

"Yes."

"What were you doing when you passed out?"

Sam looked at me first, then looked at Dawn.

"I was sort of standing on my head," Sam told her.

"Oh, I see. I hope you remember everything."

"Oh, I do."

Dawn didn't get much more out of Sam. They talked about other things, but not last night. About 9:30, Dr. John came in.

"You think you are ready to go home?" He asked.

"I didn't need to stay," Dawn told him.

"I just wanted to make sure everything held together."

He sat on the bed and looked to make sure there was no bleeding on the bandages.

"How do you feel?"

"I itch! We are going to have to take into consideration that damn scrub soap."

"You know it has to stay on for 24 hours."

"I know, but we send ladies home for a week with this crap still on them. We need to think about having them come back sooner so we can clean it off," Dawn told him.

"You want me to rebandage you and clean it off?" John asked.

"Yes!"

"Well, I usually would have my chief nurse do I that, but..."

"Fuck you, John!" Dawn exclaimed.

"Sam, go tell the nurse I need a six-inch chest bandage, some four by fours, a washcloth, a basin, and some soap," John told her. She jumped up and left.

"Thank you."

"Dawn, I am very serious about you not using your arms for a week. You dreamed this up, so we have to be careful to make sure it works. Do not pick anything up, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"James, I know her, you are going to have to make sure she doesn't do anything. I will come by Thursday night and see how things are going."

Sam came back in carrying a basin full of things with a nurse following her.

"Doctor, do you need any help?" The nurse asked.

"I think I have it, thanks." She left.

Dawn sat up in bed, and John started unwrapping her bandage. When he got down to her skin, he took it nice and slow. He removed the bandage and Dawn had gauze packed under her breasts. I liked what I saw. John slowly peeled away the gauze that had some blood on it.

"Good, you didn't bleed much. Lay back against the bed."

Dawn laid back, and he lowered the bed, so she was flat. He gently lifted each breast to check the sutures.

"They look nice," he said. "The edges are nice and tight. Don't move. Sam, go get us some hot water." She went to the bathroom.

Dawn was covered in the orange soap they used to kill germs. John was poking around on her breasts as I watched.

"You are a little swollen, but not much."

"Good!" I said.

"James!" Dawn yelled at me.

"They do look good," John told her. "Since you were symmetrical to start with, you made my job easier."

"I better still be symmetrical," Dawn said.

"Dawn, you have one of the most perfect racks I have ever seen on a woman. You know most women are not symmetrical. You were, are."

"I guess that is a compliment," Dawn said.

"Dawn, since the first time I saw you naked, I have thought you had one of the most perfect bodies I have ever seen," John told her.

"Thank you then. I will have to let you see me naked more often then, John," Dawn told him with a big smile.

"I look forward to it."

Sam came back with the water. John got up and told Sam to sit.

"You get to clean her up," John said.

"What?"

"You are going to be my nurse aren't you?"

"I guess."

"Just use the water and the soap to scrub off the orange soap, Sam. Just stay an inch or so away from her incisions," John told her.

We watched for a few minutes as Sam gently scrubbed the soap off of her.

"Come with me," John said to me. We walked out into the hall. "When she figures it out, I hope she doesn't kill the two of us."

"I think she looks good."

"I hope she is okay with it," John said.

John walked to the nurse's station to get something; I went back in the room.

"What were you two talking about?" Dawn asked.

"He was telling me what you could and couldn't do for a while."

"Like what?"

"He said you couldn't have sex or orgasms for ten days."

"Bull shit!"

Sam was still scrubbing the orange goo off of Dawn when John came back in. He talked to Dawn while Sam finished up. Dawn sat her bed up some more and leaned forward.

"I feel like it has run around on my back," Dawn said.

"Only lean forward a little, Dawn," John told her.

She leaned forward, and Sam looked.

"It did. Let me clean it off," Sam said and started scrubbing her back.

Once Sam finished, she took a towel and dried her off. John handed her a pair of sterile gloves and told her to put them on. He handed her a packet of ointment and told her to apply it gently to Dawn's incisions. Sam slowly did as told. When she finished, John traded places with her. I watched as he took the four by fours and placed them under Dawn's breasts. He used a small piece of tape to hold them in place. Before John wrapped her again, she asked Sam to get her lotion from her bag and rub it on her where she had been scrubbing. She got the lotion, and we watched as she rubbed it into Dawn's skin. John watched closely as Sam gently rubbed it into Dawn's breasts.

"Sam, I need your help," John said.

Sam held the end of the bandage while John started wrapping the big Ace bandage around Dawn. It took him a few minutes, but soon Dawn was wrapped again.

"Any pain?" John asked.

"Not really. I feel better. You need to remember this," Dawn said. "A week is too long for women to wait to come back."

"Okay. You figure out who can take care of them. I'm too busy." John told Dawn.

"You have plenty of office nurses, John."

"I have another surgery tomorrow. I am going to use your procedure," John said. "If this works out well, I will have to name it after you, but, I don't think we can name it 'The Dawn' procedure."

"We worked on it together."

"You thought of it, Dawn."

"It has to work first."

"What is your middle name?" John asked. Dawn smiled. "What?"

"My middle name is Ahyoka."

"What?"

"It is Cherokee. It means 'She Brought Happiness,'" Dawn told John.

"That's perfect! We can call it the Ahyoka because it should bring happiness to women."

"Are you sure, John?" Dawn asked.

"Yes! That is perfect. The Ahyoka. I like it! Now spell it."

Dawn spelled it for him. John couldn't believe that was Dawn's middle name. She had told me it was her grandmother's name.

"Okay. You can go home now if you follow my orders. We have to make sure this leaves no scars. If it works well, it should help the ladies that have keloids. It would greatly reduce their scarring."

"That was what I was hoping. I hate it when we have to tell women that have keloids and hypertrophic scars that they will scar badly," Dawn said.

"I am going to go back through some of the ladies that didn't have surgery because of that and see if they will let me try it on them. I think if I used a topical steroid on the incision for them it would also help."

"Good. Now get out of here so I can go home."

"I will tell the nurse." John left, and Sam cleaned up the mess.

"Thanks, Sam," Dawn told her.

I helped Dawn put on her pants and a button up top. Sam put her tennis shoes on for her. Amy came in ready to go home too. We still had to wait about 30 minutes before the nurse came with a wheelchair.

"I can walk."

"Dawn, you know the rules," the nurse said.

She sat down in the wheelchair, and we headed out. I went to the Escalade and drove around to discharge and helped her into the truck. Amy had gone to her car while we got into the truck. Once Dawn was in, I pulled the seatbelt around her.

"James, that will rub," Dawn said.

"You will have to hold it then."

I got in, and we drove off.

Dawn wanted to stop for a hamburger before we got home. We pulled into a Sonic and let her get a burger and milkshake. Sam and I ordered some more coffee. We final got home, Amy and Sam helped Dawn to the sofa.

"Do you need to be in bed?" I asked.

"I'm fine. With this bandage, nothing is going to move."

"What can I get you?" Amy asked.

"I'm good for now if you will help me get this top off. You need to eat and get some sleep," Dawn told her.

Amy helped Dawn take her top off so she would be more comfortable.

"I don't have to work tomorrow," Amy told her.

"Then you are working another 12 this week?"

"Yes, Sunday. I swapped."

"Amy, you and Sam start school in September. Why don't you think about quitting work soon," Dawn said.

"We'll talk about that later."

"We will talk about it soon. Everyone there knows you are going back to school," Dawn told her.

Dawn settled eventually. Sam had gone and gotten her several large pillows off the bed. While Sam and I ate lunch, I watched as Dawn started nodding off. I got up and went to her.

"Here." I placed the big pillows on the other end of the sofa and helped Dawn turn and put her legs up so she could lie back. "Take a nap."

I went back to finish lunch.

"You two look tired," Amy said.

"Sam didn't let me get much sleep."

"Me!"

"Shhh."

"Me? You...never mind," Sam said.

"Sam, I will be up for several hours if you want to go take a nap," Amy told her sister.

"I will go take a nap if you come with me and get some sleep."

After the two of them had finished lunch, I told them I would clean up. They headed upstairs. I cleaned up and went to the den and sat in one of the loveseats. I watched Dawn sleep for about half and hour before she woke up.

"I have a problem," Dawn said.

"What?"

"How do I get up without pushing down with my arms?"

"Well, for now, you still have your jeans and a belt on. I can pull you up by it."

"Good idea for this, but I have to piss."

I got up and grabbed Dawn by her belt and stood her up. She walked to the bathroom, and I had to unbuckle her jeans and pull them down.

"I think you better plan on wearing shorts or nothing for the rest of the week," I told her while she pissed.

"We tell the ladies to have someone lift them up under their armpits. John and I didn't talk about this," Dawn said. "I hope the glue holds as well as stitches."

We sat and thought a minute. I pulled her jeans off her feet.

"You can't lift your arms up, so I will have to pick you up."

"Oh, no. You are not carrying me from the bathroom."

"Okay. I will have to lift you under your arms. If you feel it pulling, stop me."

Dawn held her arms down, and I slid my hands under her arms and gently lifted her up, so she was standing.

"I'm glad you don't weigh much," I said. "Was that okay?"

"Yes. That will work. I know what will work better."

"What?"

"They make a potty chair that sits over the toilet for older folks that can't get up and down. I need you to go and get one. I need to see if that will work so we will have a solution for our patients."

"I know what you are talking about."

I walked her back to the den.

"Do you want to sit or lay back?"

"I want to sit in the recliner, but I need to do something with this hair first."

Dawn had beautiful long black hair, but sometimes she didn't like all of it.

"I got it," I told her.

I got her turn away from me for a minute, and I weaved all of her lovely hair into a long braid. I helped her ease into the recliner and pulled it up so she could sit back and put her feet up.

"Hmmm. We tell other ladies not to use their arms a lot. I never thought about how it would affect them," Dawn said. "I guess I will be doing some research while I am recovering."

"There is always a bed pan," I said. Dawn looked up at me and gave me a stern look. "Just make sure you don't forget and try and push up."

Before Sam got up about 4:00, I had to take Dawn to the bathroom again. While we were talking she told me, she would have to tell John to make sure he gave his ladies as little IV solution as possible. When Sam came down wearing her robe, she sat next to Dawn.

"How are you doing?" She asked.

"Well, James and I have had some issues getting me up and down off the toilet since I can't push myself up." Sam giggled.

"Sam, I need to run into town for an hour or so," I told her.

"You need to get some sleep. Can I do it for you?" Sam asked.

"Dawn wants me to get her one of those toilet seats for older folks that can't get up and down to see if that will work for her and her patients."

"I know what you want to get. I will go and get it."

Sam headed back upstairs to put some clothes on. She came back down a few minutes later in shorts and a T-shirt. I gave her the keys to the Escalade, and she left.

"James, did you really hold her up while she was on her head and eat her?"

"Yes."

"I bet that surprised her."

"She wants to talk to you before you watch it."

"Okay."

"Honey, did I go too far with her?"