Part 3
One of the first things Darnell learned was that he was supposed to take his pain medication with food otherwise he'd act like a drunken, drugged up fool, as had proved the case the night before.
As the week passed it was yet another venture into the surreal.
To his utter humiliation, Heather cleaned and bandaged the wound in his gut twice a day. It was all he could do to keep himself from pushing her away.
When she first unbuttoned his trousers and began to pull his pants down he grabbed her hands to stop her.
"They're hurting you and irritating the wound," she stated firmly. "Just let me do what I have to do. Okay?"
Unable to refute the fact, he nodded and, flushing in humiliation, reclined on the couch, spread his legs and watched as she sat on the floor between them. This gave her the best access to his wound. Looking at her blonde hair, her brow furrowed in concentration, blue eyes intense as she tended to him, his eyes couldn't help but stray down the loose-fitting cotton blouse she wore. He found himself watching the firm mounds of her breasts rise and fell slowly as she breathed and stared at the most interesting and beautiful cleavage he'd ever seen. He couldn't help it, he felt himself getting hard. He snatched up the pillow she'd used the night before and covered his crotch, telling her that she could lean against it if she needed to.
She wasn't touching him anywhere other than where he'd been hurt but she had noticed the large growing bulge in the loose-fitting pants he wore. She pretended not to notice the growing bulge or his staring eyes and continued to tend to him, though she felt a strange pleasurable flutter in the pit of her stomach.
"Um... are you sure I can't take care of it myself?" he asked, trying to distract her so she wouldn't notice his condition.
He might be a short man but he wasn't short in other places. As a matter of fact, the few women he'd been with had all told him that he was probably one of the most well-endowed men they'd ever seen. He wouldn't know and didn't really care. None of them came back anyways so obviously it didn't matter.
When she finally finished she insisted on checking on his broken nose.
He stared at the lovely face just inches from his own as she rinsed his cuts with hydrogen peroxide and put a fresh bandage on his nose. Perfectly arched dark blonde eyebrows, long lashes the same dark color as her brows enhanced her vivid blue eyes, with her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was absolute perfection. He could easily picture her in a makeup commercial or a magazine advertisement walking down a runway modeling expensive clothes or underwear.
What is she doing here, he asked himself? I'm sure she has something better to do or somewhere else to go.
Screw it, he thought. Why question it, why fight it? Just enjoy the attention, enjoy the scenery and go with the flow.
And so they got to know each other and every day they became more comfortable with each other. They developed a mutual respect and as they drew closer, they came enjoy each other's company.
They rose early every morning. He showered quickly and left immediately after she checked his wound. Heather took an hour getting ready, quickly getting dressed, brushing out her long blonde hair, and putting on light make up.
He worked slowly but efficiently through the day but he wasn't able to get as much done as he needed. It didn't help that he was distracted... the face and body of a blonde angel were constantly in his mind's eye. He kept pausing in his work so the day just seemed to drag along, he didn't get much done.
Heather went to class as normal but she couldn't help thinking about Darnell. He was on her mind all day also. She smiled when she pictured his big swollen nose and the grey spongy hair around the sides of his head, his pate bare and shiny.
She frowned in concern when she thought that his wound might be hurting him. He had to be doing a lot of bending and lifting, all the things the doctors had told him not to do.
I'll help him out when I get out of class, she thought to herself.
He was slowly but meticulously sweeping one of the class rooms when she finally found him. She wore the same cheer-leading uniform she'd worn when he rescued her from the thugs and her hair was in a shiny blonde ponytail, swinging and bouncing with every step she took.
