Daddy wants to see her happy, and to get rid of that damned old wheel chair!
My name is Mike Wilson, I've just turned 50 years old, and I'm a good friend of Mary's father, John. He had asked me to try and use my charm to get his daughter Mary, back into the dating scene. Ever since her accident she has become a recluse. I said I would try my best, but couldn't promise anything. John said to me Mike, she does need a good fuck, so give her at least that will you. Mary is beautiful, so that won't be too hard of an assignment.
So this is our story, of how we met, and fell in love.
The Accident;
While jogging one day, Mary was the cause of her own disability. She wasn't paying attention, her mind was on the new promotion, and raise in pay she had just received. Mary Clark was a beautiful 22 year old woman, with long legs, beautiful tight ass, lovely breasts and nipples that would get your attention even while she is jogging. She came out into the street, from between two parked cars, something Mary wouldn't normally do. This being Mary's normal jogging route, it had become passe' to her. This lack of attention would cost her the use of her legs.
When Mary came out from between the two vehicles, she was struck by her neighbor Betty Cranston. Betty was not driving that fast, maybe 20 miles an hour, she still could not avoid striking Mary. EMT's and the Fire Department did a wonderful job on Mary. Betty, however, suffered a heart attack at the scene. When she discovered it was her young neighbor Mary, whom she had collided with. Both women were taken to the same Hospital. Mary had two broken legs and a crushed vertebrae. Betty suffering a heart attack, and was put into the Cardiac intensive care unit.
Dad Arrives:
A couple of weeks later, John Clark came to the hospital to see his beautiful daughter. John made it a point to stop at the nurse's station, and ask how Mary has been holding up.
They told him that "Mary has been depressed," but that would be normal for someone with two casts on their legs and also to be in traction. "She has not responded very well to treatment."
John said, "I'll see if I can do something about that." He then proceeded to Mary's room. John stuck his head into the doorway and said "Hello, Baby Girl," giving the nurses a hard time are we.
"Dadddyyyy" you could hear Mary say with a smile in her voice. I thought you were in Alaska at your mine.
"No sweetheart," Jeb Cranston called me. He told me what happened. "I closed things down at the mine, and took the first plane, I could get home."
"Oh Daddy, it was all my fault," I wasn't paying attention. Now I'm here without legs to walk on, Betty almost died because of me.
"My Mary's eyes now fill with tears." I lean over her, and wipe them away, kiss her softly on her cheek.
"Daddy," how long are you going to stay. I mean I know you have to get back to the mine, but are you going to stay for awhile. "I've really missed you Daddy, I need you right now."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head off about me sweetheart." I'm doing fine. You know I will stay as long as you need me. Baby they said I was crazy for mining that old dig. Well; I hit the mother load. You are now looking at one of the newest, "millionaires" in the country. So I have set up a nice fund for you, and myself. "We can do whatever, we want to."
I'm just sorry your mother didn't live through her cancer Mary. Connie was a fighter, and you know it. She gave cancer, one hell of a battle. So do what your mother would do, "beat this thing," don't let it beat you sweetheart. "Mary I love you," you look just like your mother. That raven hair, those; all most lavender eyes.
"I can see the out line of your beautiful breast, and the nipples are superb." I then picked up the sheet and asked her, you don't shave to do you, and checked out her vagina area with a large amount of thick black hair. "Yes I said, just like your mother, you have to go on safari to find it."
"Daddy" you are bad, you're my father, you're not supposed to look at me like that... "You are not supposed to go hunting in your little girls jungle."
Mary had this happy grin on her face, I was pleased, I could be the one to put it there. Just like Connie her mother, she has those little impish grins.
"Daddy you really are bad," and if you keep this up, you are going to get me all hot and bothered. "You'll have to sneak boys into my room for me at night." That is, unless, "you want to take care of me."
She says to me with that grin on her face. "Mary, you are a naughty, naughty girl, and I should spank you," but you just might enjoy it too much. She had this wonderful smile on her face. That smile to me was priceless, but it would be a long time before I would see that lovely smile of hers again.
Mary's rehab was slow she became more frustrated every day. I stayed for about six months, and then she began to tell me to get away from her. I guess she had had enough of my ugly face, so I took off for parts unknown.
KEEPING IN TOUCH
I still had friends in the area, and I could get a steady report of her progress, also if she is seeing anybody regularly.
Mary enjoys going to the park and watch the children play. The fact she uses that damn wheel chair that keeps breaking down, drives me up a wall. I know she can afford a new one.
Mary's apartment is on the fourth floor of a beautiful building right across from the park. It sits right on the avenue. Plus from her windows, she can see who's on the avenue, and what the weather is like outside, rain or shine.
The view from her windows in her living room at night is marvelous. There are two spacious bedrooms and baths, a fair size kitchen and a small room that she uses for her workstation at home. In the confines of her apartment, she uses her crutches to get around. One thing her guest notice right away, is that Mary has acquired a taste for Scotch. There is a bottle of J&B in every room; that includes bathrooms.
It has been seven years since the accident and the start of Mary's rehab. She is still going to the park almost every day. Still uses that same damn wheel chair; and that drives me crazy. I spend hours watching her; I know she cannot see me. It was braking my heart to see her like this, such a vibrant woman and so beautiful. Mary needed someone to take care of her, and to give her the loving and enjoyment that she needs. That's when I contacted my friend Mike. If ever there was a man that young women adored, he is the one, and if I know my Mary, she would be no exception.
I have kept tabs on her by getting the Penthouse suite at the Overly Arms, just two blocks from the Plaza. I used an alias so no one would know Mary was my daughter. These last two years have just torn the heart out of me, watching her struggle like she has.
A Helping Hand
Mary was sitting in the park watching the children play, when the skies opened up. She headed for the other side of the street and the awnings. She wanted to get some relief from the rain.
It just seems to happen at the most inopportune time; that her wheel would come off. She is struggling with the chair, plus cussing it out, when a pair of strong hands grabs her.
"I tell her to calm down." I then tell her my name is "Mike." I pick Mary up with my left arm, then with my right, I grab the wheel chair and parts, then proceed across the street and get under one of the canopy's. Once the rain stopped, I'm able to fix the chair, so it will be usable.
"My god; where did this man come from?" He is fucking gorgeous, and he is about my father's age. "Damn I can't believe I'm already wet." The last time this happened, I was in the hospital, and Daddy was checking out my bush. Mary is thinking to herself, as Mike works on the chair.
With the chair fixed in nothing flat Mary smiles, I tell her, "You know you need a new chair don't you."
"Mary smiles and says yes," but if I had gotten a new one, I won't have met you. My name is Mary Clark, by the way.
I could see the flames of lust burning in her eyes. "My name is Mike Wilson," and I am more than happy to meet you sweet Mary. Where do you live? I would be happy to escort you home if you'd like.
I live up the street in the Plaza. Since you have done such a marvelous job on my chair, I would love to offer you a drink for your troubles.
"Well thank you Ma am. I'd be more than happy to accept your offer."
I escort Mary to the Plaza. "Syd, who is the door man," gets the elevator, seeing Mary and myself approaching. "Syd" overhearing Mary talking to me, sees something different in Mary's eyes.
"Mary" it looks like they take very good care of you here. I see they haven't forgotten, "how to attend to a beautiful woman."
"What beautiful woman, you really must need glasses Mike," she says back to me with a little smile on her beautiful face.
"Come on Mary," you know you are a beauty. "Am I right Syd?"
"Mr. Mike," you sure are, but "Ms. Mary," gives us hell if we tell her so.
"I know Syd," Vain women are a pain in the Dupa, but they're still beautiful, and "Syd it's just Mike OK."
"Will you two get me on to the elevator," and knock of this dick checking contest. I need a drink and something to eat.
"Oh, Ms. Mary is a naughty girl." Mary looked at Syd and I; and just laughed, as we got onto the elevator and headed for the forth floor.
Entering Mary's apartment, I found it to be quite beautiful inside. It was decorated very tastefully. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it was quite pleasing. I watched Mary grab her crutches and leave her wheel chair by the door.
"Mary said," make yourself at home, there's water in the pitcher and ice in the bucket, and Mike there is Scotch in every room, so drink up.
I need to get out of these wet clothes, so make your self at home Mike. Also if you'd like you can take a shower, my dad left a robe that should fit you on the door of the second bedroom. There is Scotch in the bathroom as well.
Mary came out of the shower about fifteen minutes later with her hair up in a towel and a silk robe on. "Even on crutches she looked beautiful and I told her so."
What I'd like for lunch Mike, "Mary asked me."
"I said, I'd have to take a rain check." I have another appointment at 2pm that I must keep.
"Mary just said Oh."
I could see the sadness in her eyes and I was sorry that I had to go, anybody else but my daughter, I would have cancelled the appointment. I asked her, when we can get together again for lunch and "I'm buying."
