I put this in the loving wives section because I am one I guess. I am married, my husband Tom and I have had some rocky points in our relationship but he is normally kind and good to me.
Tom is also a little bit kinky, he likes me to dress sexy when we go out. Nothing crazy but I let some cleavage show and several of my dresses are split at the hem.
I think Tom would like me to do even more than that but he really doesn't push that much. One time years ago he was unfaithful, that was a bad time. His partner at the time was part of that. I had inherited quite a bit of property, money. There were lots of bad dealings going on, I even left him for awhile.
But Tom worked hard to win me back. The truth is a woman will put up with a lot when she is in love. Yes, I do love Tom, even with all of his flaws.
Tom is a contractor and I am a Doctor. Well, I was a Doctor anyway, last year I quit my job and we moved to a huge ranch at the coast.
The older woman who owned the property left it to her four sons, undivided. That kind of thing is a gauranteed fight of course.
The only way to settle the estate was to sell it, there is over 300 acres, three homes, timber, equipment. Big barns and fields, huge trees up on the hill. The price was really right and we had cash, the family accepted our first bid and it was all ours.
Tom was beside himself, excited at everything.
Being from the city, I was almost instantly lost. I guess I have to say I wasn't really excited about it. Everyone I knew, every place I was used to was now all far away.
I sold my house and the property I inherited out East of the city, the price it brought was not quite what I expected but it was still a lot.
We sold off most of our other assets, too. The big house we bought already had everything, even a huge wood furnace. I had never experienced that kind of heating before, it really is comfortable. I soon got pretty good at starting a fire and tending it.
I didn't sell the Corvette, though. My friend Lee had left me that car when she died, it was her husband's. It just sat under a car cover in the garage. It is a z06 model, bright red, something about being a 50 year collector car and only had 8000 miles on it.
Tom wanted me to sell it but I refused and I am not sure even why. I really can't drive it because it has way too much power.
Besides, a 43 year old housewife looks silly in a country town driving something like that, surrounded by men in huge pickup trucks.
Tom drove the Corvette down to our ranch, by the time he got there he agreed with me about keeping it. He said they built that car to fit him. That was almost funny since Ted, the man who had it before was over six feet tall and heavy, Tom is just 5'10" and slender.
My friend Lee had told me once that her husband Ted said exactly the same thing, almost word for word.
We put the Corvette in the garage, covered it up.
I know. It just sits there. But it is something left from Lee and her husband, something to remind me of a lot of things.
I guess I am wandering around here, but then I really am not a writer. I told this story partly to an online friend and he suggested I try to write it.
Life living on a huge farm out in the country is completely different than living near a big city like Portland. There it is noisy all the time, it never stops.
People somehow get used to noise, I know I did.
Here it is silent, except for birds and wild animals all the time. Tom showed me some tracks outside when it snowed, they were big. He said it was a big Cat but not to worry, it was more afraid of us than we would be of it.
I wasn't too sure of that.
I found it very hard to sleep at first, like something was wrong? Then I realized, it was the quiet.
It also only took me about two months to begin to go crazy. I found myself looking out the window every few minutes to see if Tom was coming home.
I was alone, bored. Nothing to do but housework and not much of that. Then sometimes Tom would be gone for several days on out of town jobs, those were the worst.
I decided to look around for a job, something to use my skills at.
I am a Doctor, before I worked in a Health Appraisal clinic. I was the Administrator, I mostly shuffled papers and handled referrals from what was in front of me. It was a place where I could fit, insulated from the illnesses and blood part of my profession. People were a piece of paper, stacks of documents, I read them carefully and referred the person to whatever specialist fit best.
One thing about the medical field, jobs normally are not a problem. I could go to work seeing patients for almost anyone, I could even set up a private practice.
The first place I called wanted me as a nurse, I didn't want to do that. I got several offers for different positions, then one Doctor working out of the local hospital mentioned an outpatient situation. It was dealing with trauma, and the healing process, part of some government programs.
That one involved travelling to people who were at their homes but needed care. It was actually also basically a nurse, but it was also part time with just a half dozen people to deal with.
I took that one. The pay was way under what I was used to but I really didn't care about that.
There was one young woman that was in a vehicle accident, I knew that one would be up and around in short order. Another was an older woman who fell, then an older man with a hip injury. I realized quickly I would mostly be dealing with older people, something I don't mind doing at all.
The last one on my list was David, a young man back from the military. I read the reports to prepare myself. His injuries were severe, I braced myself for what I thought would be difficult.
He had lost both arms, one just below the shoulder, the other at the elbow. The report had no details about what had happened but I could guess.
There had been months of hospitals, now he was living in a small apartment. He had been fitted him with one arm that he could use to grasp some things, but he couldn't bathe or really cook for himself.
My job was to see him three times each week, the rest of the time a service company came in and helped with meals, cleaned up, cared for his needs.
I expected to be greeted with anger, remorse, who knows what kind of mental problems a situation like that would create.
Instead here was a good looking young man of 26, he opened the door and smiled at me. I noticed the odd latch on the door, he could hook it and pull and it opened.
"I'm Sally, I am assigned to assist you." I told him.
"Come on in, I am David," He said, stepping aside to let me enter his room.
It was neat as a pin, everything seemed to be perfectly in place.
"Coffee?" He asked.
"Sure, that sounds good." I looked around for the coffee pot and some cups but he just walked to the counter, reached out with his arm and set two cups down. Then he picked up a small pot, poured two cups. He picked up the one, carried it over and sat it down, then walked back and got his own.
I watched carefully, he had pretty good control over what was basically just a clamp.
We sat and talked for quite a long time. He told me about how he was carving figurines, that surprised me. He showed me how he set a clamp to hold the piece, then he picked up a sharp tool and carefully began to carve.
There were several pieces done sitting around, they really were quite good.
"What do you do with them?" I asked.
"I sell them in the gift shop downtown. They set them out and give me half of what they sell for."
"Do you get a good price?" I asked.
"Sometimes. Maybe $30, maybe $40. One sold for over $200 once." He grinned at me.
That gave me an idea for later.
"I think I can maybe help you with that."
"That would be nice. I also set up an account at an auction site, see?"
He walked over to a small computer, reached out with his clamp and tapped a key. The screen lit up, he sat down, put a small stick in his teeth and began to type. He used the end of the clamp on the keyboard, leaning forward from time to time to use the caps key and others.
It was laborious, but effective.
I watched that with interest, my mind flashing back to my friend Lee who was injured in that car crash a few years back that finally took her life. She had her left arm in a cast, wrote stories with her right hand and a pencil stuck in her teeth.
It looked just like that, except here was this rather hunky looking guy. He had solved the problem in exactly the same way.
Up popped a screen, he showed me he had an account, everything all set up.
"Pictures? Can you take some pictures for me?"
"Sure, I will bring my camera next trip." I told him, making a note in my book.
"You seem to be doing pretty good." I smiled at him.
"It hurts sometimes, and some...things are a problem."
I already had a pretty good idea what kinds of problems. Bathing, toiletries, all the things we take for granted would be difficult if not impossible with just a clamp for an arm.
I checked his well healed wounds, did the usual blood pressure, temperature, all was normal. Then I asked him if he needed bathed.
"Yes, please." I ran some water in a basin while he removed his shirt. I saw it was attached with velcro strips. His shoes were the same, then he tugged the strip at his waist.
"They come off easy, but getting them back on is a problem." He laughed.
He stepped out of the pants and stood there waiting. There was no sign of modesty, he had probably long since lost all of that considering what he had been through.
I have seen a lot of naked men, this young man was in very good shape. His chest was muscular, the pectorals more pronounced on the right from using the artificial arm. His hair was closely cropped, no concerns over combing it.
I also noticed his member, it hung softly between his legs, a good 8" long.
The tub was basically a washbasin, large enough to sit upright in but not lay fully down. The edge of it was padded with some kind of raised plastic covered lip. There were bars on each side, designed for his clamp to fit over to help him lift himself.
I stepped up alongside him.
"Use my shoulder for a brace." I told him.
He reached out and pressed down lightly with the plastic part of his arm, then stepped into the tub. He reached out and held the bar, squatted down, then had to drop the last few inches to the builtin elevated seat.
That created a small splash.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to get you wet."
"No problem." I laughed, wiping a few drops of moisture off my smock.
I bathed him thoroughly, starting at his hair. I was also checking his body at the same time, looking for any signs of problems. There was what was obviously a bullet hole in his left ribcage, it made a small puckered looking brown spot. I checked his back, it had gone straight through, the back side was larger and heavily scarred.
I noticed he started to erect slightly as I washed his stomach, so I quickly washed his penis and testicles. He grew almost instantly to a full 9 inches.
"Sorry." He said.
"No problem, I work with men all the time." I smiled at him, noticing he blushed slightly.
I was pretending to not be interested, to not notice. But I couldn't help myself, David really was well built.
