I’ve known Allison since the 3rd grade, we have been buddies through thick and thin forever it seems like. Her giving me an open ear, when I had girl troubles, and me for her when she wanted advice about boys. We never really thought about each other in any way but as a good friend. We both grew up and got Married, staying close friends we talked about once a week or so, had lunch together every now and then or a weekend BBQ now and then at one house or the others.
My marriage fell apart after 4 years, really tearing me apart. I was a mess for a couple of years after that, heavy drinking, some drugs, not really giving a shit about anything. Luckily my Ex and I had no children. Allison was there for me then too.
Terry, Allison’s husband had a beautiful Harley Davidson, and they rode all the time. “Week End Warriors” I called them jokingly. One evening last spring as they rode around enjoying the warming days, they were in a horrible accident, Struck by a Drunk Driver, another sad hit and run statistic the Police told me. Terry was killed instantly, Allison lived but lost both her legs about 3 inches below her hips.
Well to say she was crushed (no pun intended) was an understatement. Losing a loving husband and her legs was too much for her to bear. I really thought she was going to lose her mind! I saw her daily in the hospital and all during her recovery. Me always with a smile and a joke for her, driving her to her physical therapy sessions that she had no interest in.
“What’s the use? Anyone can drive a Wheelchair, but who would want a woman in one?”
What could I say? Allison is still a beautiful woman, long thick brown hair, dark skin and big brown bedroom eyes. Part of her therapy was to swim to exercise her upper body, and since I had a pool, I brought her over to the house
“Let’s go get wet, and do your exercises.”
“No, I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m so ashamed of the way I look now. I am too gross to be seen in public in a swim suit!””
“Bull Shit! And anyway, they would only see her from the chest up if they looked, and besides, there is only me here! Now Let’s go!”
She said “Your Crazy!”
We changed and I wheeled her to the edge of my pool, picked her up and carried her to the steps in the shallow end. She was holding the edge.
“The wall of the pool is OK, let go and swim over here, come on.”
She refused, so I grabbed her and pulled her away from it, her not happy with me at all. Swimming back, she held on to the wall again.
“You Mean Bastard.”
I laughingly agreed. That loosened her up some and she smiled the first time in months. We swam for a bit and she was tiring, as I went to help carry her out, holding her chest to chest, I picked her up her arms around my neck and I felt her nipples were hard and against my chest. I joked with her.
“Are you just chilly are really glad to see me?”
“I’m glad to see you!”
And she gave me a kiss, I just melted as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and kissed her back. I helped her into her wheelchair and we went inside. She wanted to shower to get the chlorine smell off her. But couldn’t by alone since my house was not made for handicapped people.
“There is only one other way to do it that I know of, I will have to get in with you.”
She agreed and said “Only if you swear you won’t look at my stumps, They even make me sick.”
“I promise!” And I helped her into the shower as I climbed in behind her. This was different I thought, how the hell do I do this? We had her sitting on a towel to keep her from hurting from the pressure on her scars. And I held her up from the back as she washed.
“I will wash your back and hair if you want, but you would have to lean back between my legs so I could still hold you upright.”
