Well the final box of kitchen bits and pieces was taken off the removals truck. Now for the big job of unpacking everything and establishing our new home. My wife and I have moved interstate to be closer to our families after 17 years of solitude and 2 years of very bad luck.
Just after we were married, 18 years ago, we moved interstate to allow my career to "flourish". Life had been pretty good, 2 incomes and no kids meant diner parties, going to movies and generally enjoying life. Sex was routine but fairly regular and we knew what each other liked and were completely open to trying new things. If the new things were good they became regular things, but if they were not so good, like her dildo going up my backside, then they became never again things.
Two years ago I had tickets to go to the biggest soccer game the State had ever seen. We were both looking forward to it as we had settled into the community well and were looking to see the local team play on the National Soccer League final for the first time ever. On the day of the game my wife called to say she was going home from work with a migraine. I knew this was bad news for her as when she had a migraine it was always a bad one. I finished what I was working on and made my excuses at work and rushed home to check on her. As soon as I walked in the house I could smell the reek of an ill person and made my way through to our darkened bedroom to be greeted by the sight of my wife with her head in a bucket being ill.
My heart went out to her and I rushed to get a wet face cloth and some clean sheets to change the bed. We managed to get her cleaned up and settled a little better and she went off to sleep. On two occasions I had to run out to ask the neighbours kids to be quite and said sorry for ruining their game but they understood my wife was ill.
As I sat in the lounge room surfing the cable channels I heard a weak little voice call my name. I went to the bed room and from under the face cloth a little voice was saying sorry. I brushed the apology away as not being necessary and asked if there was anything I could get her. There wasn't of course and it was clear that sleep was the answer. As I turned to leave the room she mentioned the soccer game and told me she wanted me to go so I could tell her all about it tomorrow. We discussed the issues around her being home alone and ill and she convinced me she was sure and that I should go.
I slowly and quietly got ready to spend the night sitting in a stadium on a cold winter night, looked in on her and found her to be sleeping and left to head to the match.
I got to the ground and the crowd was huge and very vocal. I found my seats, which were in the new part of the stadium and marvelled at the view I would have from here. The ground continued to fill and by game start time there had to be 85000 people in the ground; this had to be a record crowd especially for a soccer game. The game got underway to a huge roar and fever pitch excitement from the kick off.
The end of the first half saw the 2 teams locked at nil all with both teams having many scoring opportunities. The second half started and our team scored in the second minute. The crowd went crazy with all of us locals out of our seats jumping and whooping it up. That was our last scoring opportunity for the next 32 minutes, but the opposition had many, all of which were saved by our genius and possibly super human goal keeper. With only 2 minutes to go in the game, and against the run of play our team score a second goal. The game was as good as ours; leading 2 β 0 with less than 2 minutes to go. My section of the stadium erupted, there was hugging and kissing along with dancing on the seats. As we whooped it up I felt an unusual sensation, kind of like a mix between shudder and a snap. All of a sudden I was dropping, our stand had collapsed leaving people, seats, concrete and steel free falling through the air.
I became aware of screaming, a lot of screaming. Screaming so loud it hurt my ears and seemed completely unreasonable. I wanted to yell for the screaming to stop but I could not as it was I who was screaming. I managed to stop but the screaming went on, not as close as it had been and it was then that I realised that I was one of many people hurt and screaming.
I had to figure out where I was and what could I do, this was not going to be easy as there were many conflicting messages coming in through my senses. What I assumed should have been the ground against my left side was soft, and the right side of my body that should have been facing the sky was pushed against something very hard. My legs weren't moving, although I could sense they were there. I tried to move but found myself held down by an immovable object.
I was able to turn my head towards the softness that I thought was the ground and recognised clothing, so possibly a person and my head was pushed into this motionless person. I looked down towards my legs, needing to get out and this is when I saw steel and concrete pushing down on my legs. This is what did the lasting damage to my legs and my sex life. The steel bar on my legs was pushing on the nerves and major blood supply to my feet.
I was gotten to fairly fast and I was taken to hospital, and then into the operation theatre to take some corrective action. Most was OK but I would limp for a while until torn muscle repaired. The day I was meant to leave hospital I was in agony, and something was clearly wrong as my right testicle should not be the size of an apple. So back to surgery and out come a much loved, twisted ball.
That was the day my body stopped meeting my sexual needs. My wife was a tower of strength and very understanding about the lack of intercourse in our bed. Over the next 6 months we collected a great collection of dildos, Chinese balls and other fun toys. I really got into giving the best oral sex I possibly could, but I failed to get an erection.
Anyway we moved as I no longer needed to stay interstate for work as we received a very large settlement for the stadium collapse. So it was a part time job for me just to stay in circulation. My wife chose not to work and took up painting and pottery.