I was at home recovering from a fairly serious road traffic accident; I was riding my BMW R100RT home from work when a woman came out from a side road which had a stop sign . . . she never stopped nor looked . . . I hit the door pillar at 60mph and was fortunate enough to fly over the top of her car landing about 30′ further up the road.
At the time I was a sergeant in Kent Constabulary, Traffic Division, i.e. traffic cop on a police bike, hence rather visible, the woman who pulled out in front of me died at the scene, there was an inquest, and the incident investigation unit calculated that if the woman had stopped, looked both ways and pulled without seeing me I must've been travelling at 650 mph, hence I was completely exonerated.
I didn't break any bones, worse, I had dislocated my right wrist, my right hip, my right knee, my right ankle and most of the tarsals in my right foot. I also removed part of my tibialis anterior, with the aid of the woman's car door.
I was in hospital for 6 months, undergone theatre procedures 10 times, under full anaesthetic, as they were trying to reduce the dislocations (with little success I might say) and do a couple of skin grafts.
You get the idea; eventually they sent me home to recover and it was a right pain, my right leg was not being weight bearing because of the damaged foot, but also because the long hospital stay had cause my legs muscles to waste away.
Anyhow, I came out of hospital in May, the NHS provided me with a multigym which was set up on the patio in my back garden, and every day, starting at 8am I was out there exercising until 4pm with a break of 15 minutes every hour, I was determined to walk by the end of June, although the orthopaedic consultant who was on my case was not very confident of my recovery time.
I lived just outside Canterbury, in Police House, a semi-detached 3 bedroom property with a huge back garden.
It was great because it cost me only 10% of my basic salary, the downside was that if anything happened in the village, which required Police attention, the locals would call any day at any time to voice their complaints or concerns; hence we were allowed to use Police vehicles to travel back and forth to the nick.
My next-door neighbour was my boss, (whom I had no liking for whatsoever, he was just an arrogant S.O.B. who actually never went out on a patrol but was fast at criticising those who, according to him, were not doing it right), he was married to a pretty petite brunette in her 30's, who, during the late Spring and Summer months, used to spend her afternoons sunning herself in the back garden; before my accident we exchanged pleasantries, as good neighbours do, but nothing more.
Although she probably wasn't more than 5' she was well proportioned, except for her breasts which must have been a 36 C cup; many a one time I wondered if they were real debating with myself if an Inspector wages could have afforded to have them enhanced.
One rather hot afternoon towards the end of May the above mentioned next-door neighbour, came over with a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, two glasses, wearing a smile and a really skimpy red bikini (she had been sunbathing most afternoons while I was exercising); she asked me if I wanted some and who am I to refuse a lady?
She sat astride the bench opposite me, she placed the glasses and the bottle between us and proceeded to remove the cork, I lent forward, took the bottle from her saying let me do this, speaking directly to her firm breasts.
Her bikini bottom was a real tight cotton material showing an inviting camel toe and I could detect a damp spot in between her slender thighs.
I was just in a pair of swimming trunks and a loose wife-beater vest, and my physical reaction to my visual entertainment was obvious.
However we just chatted a bit about nothing, she asked me about the accident, what my plans for the future were and other things of no consequence.
I was really enjoying the visit, and asked what prompted her to come along and share the really enjoyable tipple.
