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After her husband of 26 years left 7 years ago, Nana had struggled to hold down a job. She had tried all sorts in the hopes of finding something that she would enjoy. She had always been a homemaker and that was all she knew. She was now in her early 40's still trying to figure out her vocation. As a divorced woman with adult children who had moved on and started their own families, she found that she had time on her hands. Her children did not have much time to spend with her, and anyway they were all in different states now. She had the occasional calls from them but even those got rarer as time went by.
Her neighbour and girlfriend Sydney had been telling her to try a job in caregiving, but she had no idea where to start. She loved taking care of people, after all, that's what she had done throughout her married life. She was really good at it too, but didn't want to look after the elderly or invalids; she had been through too many years of that.
One Sunday morning Sydney came to her house excited and announced that she had found the perfect agency for her. They would give her a 4-week caregivers course and then would post her to their clients. Nancy was a little apprehensive.
"I hope they are not sick people Sydney, honestly, that's all I've ever done. Taking care of my parents, then my husband, the kids, everyone else but me," she lamented.
Sydney showed her a brochure from Caregivers With a Cause Agency (CWCA) outlining what they do. They were no ordinary agency. They focused on people with social disorders, especially agoraphobia, people who are too afraid to go outside. The caregiver was their link to the outside world, doing grocery and clothes shopping, paying bills, banking and delivering meals to their homes.
"Oh, that doesn't sound so bad," Nancy said with a sigh of relief.
"I thought so too, and according to the agency any extra work you do is a private arrangement with the client, and whatever you get as tips belongs to you," Sydney announced.
"Well, I could do with some extra cash, to buy gifts for my grandbabies. maybe do my hair, buy a new dress and take us for a girl's night out," Nancy said, a little dreamingly.
"Really pleased you feel like that, because - don't hate me - I already signed you up for the 4-week course!" Sydney said sheepishly. "And it starts tomorrow." she finished with a rush.
Nancy laughed and hugged Sydney, "Thank you, you know if you had left me to it, I would have procrastinated and never got around to actually doing it."
They sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea as they discussed what Nancy would do next.
The next day Nancy woke up bright and early ready for her first lesson. Much of the course over the next weeks was basic stuff she already knew, but she stuck it out to the end.
Four weeks later she was assigned to her first client. The man had had severe agoraphobia for several years, he never went out of his house, ever. Even his medical check-ups were done at his home.
Armed with the client's file Nancy arrived at the house at 8:00 am. The lawn and front porch were both messy, and she made a mental note to have both sorted. Mr Colins' door was unlocked and she walked in, closing it behind her. She called out. No answer, so she looked into the living room and kitchen, then went up the stairs.
Just as she reached the landing a door opened and a man walked out rubbing his hair with a towel. Nancy gasped and jumped back; the man was completely naked with his erect and rather large dick bobbing with the movement. She couldn't look away; it had been almost 8 years since she last saw a dick; her husband had stopped having sex with her a year before the divorce. Now, right in front of her, stood a magnificent pink dick, staring right back at her. It was a good 7 inches long and thick with a swollen and tapering head. In her 28 years of marriage, she had never seen a dick other than her husband's and her sons' (and the kids don't count).
Her eyes were transfixed by this amazing object.
Suddenly, the naked man clears his throat and breaks the spell. Nancy tears her eyes from his cock, and sees an attractive figure, around 6'2" with dark hair, grey eyes and sporting a very amused smile.
"Hi, I'm Bob Collins," he says casually without making any effort to hide his nakedness.
"Hi, I am Nancy Brewer, but my friends call me Nana. The agency sent me," Nana says.
"Hmmm, you are black, I did not expect that," Bob muses.
"I can leave and have them send someone else if you are not happy with me Sir," Nana answers sharply, deeply hurt by his remark on her ethnicity.
"No, no it's perfectly alright, more than alright, it's just the last time I asked they said that they did not have... You know Nana, I am really sorry and right now I sound like a racist pig, please forgive me," Bob begs sincerely.
This calms Nana down a little, and Bob moves on quickly before he makes another mistake.
"You are a little early, but that's ok - Well, Nana we might as well get on with it then," Bob announces.
He walks up and opens the door directly opposite the bathroom he just walked out of. Bowing low he gestures theatrically for her to go in.
Nana is very confused but the agency did say that some of their clients had peculiar habits, so she walks in and stands at the foot of a bench next to a king size bed. Bob walks past her, jumps and lays flat on the bed looking at her. Nana is further confused now.
"Ok, I want to see them," Bob orders.
"You want to see them - who?" Nana asks in confusion.
"The boobs, I always start with the boobs," he responds matter-of-factly. "Don't tell me they didn't tell you anything about my preferences at the agency?" he growls angrily.
"They did, but there was nothing about this," Nana protests.
"Oh, great this is the third time they've done this to me, I'll call them right away and give them a piece of my mind," he declares sitting up.
