Jeez it's too late to want ice cream! Hmmmm, nah! I'm just going to take the car since I don't have my chair. I'll leave it in the driveway then just go throughout the drive through. Shoot, I'm not even getting dressed up. I just showered and slipped on shorts and a tank top. I'm not going in so who cares.
We live rural so every craving is a haul to get. But it's ice cream! I'm driving along route 37 which is a two lane highway with hills and curves with ditches that run along side both directions. As I reach the peak I'm of one of the tallest hills I see a freaking stray Hereford standing in the middle of the road. I jerk the steering wheel over to avoid her but wound up in a ditch and my tires are just spinning. I'm stuck! I think I'm going to see if I can just shove some rocks under the tire.
I decide to grab the fold up cane under the seat. I'm going just hop because I don't have the money for a tow truck. I can do this! So i begin to hop and it's going well. Both drivers side tires are fine. I begin to hop towards the passenger side to check when a drop off from the asphalt shifts my foot and I fall. I fall hard and scrape up my nub. Oh no!! My left below the knee amputation took forever to heal and now it totally scratched up and it hurts. To make matters worse, my ankle hurts. I must have twisted it wrong.
I'm just about to pull out my phone when a vehicle pulls up behind me. You see. that there's a problem. You're just getting off work, still in your uniform but everything is loosened a bit after having a long day. You see me sitting on the ground with my head in my hands. You begin to approach letting me know you're offering assistance. As you get closer you notice that I'm an amputee with no prosthetic or sock to cover it. It's bare. You kneel down with me and ask if I'm alright. I say, "I am ok but I don't know how to get up because I twisted my ankle. I have no way to get up in my car except to crawl."
You tell me there's no need for that because the wheel is bent and I need a tow truck. You can see the frustration and sadness in my eyes. You ask if I'm ok again. I say, "not really". I'm sitting here in the dirt, beat up my legs, in my pajamas, with no way to do anything I need to do. I'm frustrated! I'm sad! I feel so helpless all over some stupid ice cream that I didn't really need to have. You stop me and say, " hey, it's ok! I have Triple A and a few tows left. I'll call them and get you towed. I just have to wait with you because the driver needs to see my card." I say,"that would be sooo nice of you! Are you sure?"
You reassure me that you're good. It's ok. You say' "Let's get you up off the ground"
You help me up onto my foot but my ankle hurts still and I lost my balance. You reach out to grab me under the arms like a parent would pick up a child. You caught me before I fell down and pulled me to your chest. I look up at you so grateful you showed up. I feel totally helpless and here you are fixing these problems. You hold onto me from the side acting as a leg like a three legged race. Oh my, I can feel your strong fingers touching my side boobs as you're helping me to the tailgate of your truck. We'll sit there to wait for the tow truck.
As we sit and make small talk you ask if you can get me anything. I asked for a few napkins to wipe the dirt off of my legs. I start wiping myself off but I can't see all around my nub to see if needs attention. You see me squirming around trying to look. You stand up in front of me and say "here let me see that leg. Or stump? What would you like me to call it?" I say to call it whatever you think is fitting. I never thought of a name. You're looking at it while you're holding it up. It feels so nice to have someone touching it. Really nice! Nice enough to let out a little moan but immediately realized I let it out. I look at you with a very embarrassed red flushed face.
You say. "it's ok. Don't be embarrassed. Want me to keep rubbing it if it's helping?" I'm kinda nervous to say yes because of the moan but because I'm feeling strange sensations running up my amputated leg. I've never felt this before. I say no but I'm shaking my head yes. You ask, "which one? Yes or no?" I get flustered because the feeling that ran up my leg has my mind on the fritz. You say, "Do you want me to keep rubbing it?" I can't speak. I nod yes but I'm wondering how much further those sensations are going and why is this massage turning me on. This is new!
Then you speak up and say "beautiful ". I say, "huh?"You say, "call it beautiful". I'm blushing so brightly that you can see what's happening. You instinctively know I'm turned on by my reactions. You slow down rubbing my nub a little more gently almost to a light tickle. I let out a little shiver as you trace your finger all along the scar. You ask if that hurt or felt nice. I say it felt really nice in a more seductive voice. You slowly trace all over and certain spots would send a shiver the me that made you chuckle each time.
