THE LAWYER

By Ed Carlson

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This story is purely fictitious. The names used herein are for character

identification only and should not be construed as real people, alive or dead.

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The first part of this trip had been very successful. I had closed several deals that had I wanted to make, and they had come out better than I had hoped for. The next stop would be a little tougher. My boss had told me that one of the companies had an attorney who was a real bulldog and to watch out for her. Beautiful, but deadly, is how he had put it. No one had ever bested her.

The flight was uneventful and quite boring as flights go. I did remember a beautiful young lady in a wheelchair being boarded before the rest of us. I saw her go down the jetway in her wheelchair, and a few minutes later, I saw the flight crew taking the wheelchair to the cargo hold. I was sitting up in first class and didn’t see her during the flight.

I thought to myself at the time, ‘I wonder what happens if she needs to use the facilities.’

We landed on time, and I joined the stampede to the baggage carousel. There was the usual pushing and polite jostling for a space to watch the yet to be claimed bags circle around. I found a secluded spot and stood there patiently while what seemed like enough luggage to handle four times the number of people on the plane passed by.

The young lady in the wheelchair wheeled up beside me. She returned my smile when we made eye contact. She was wearing a dark business suit with an above-the-knee length skirt and a white blouse. She was wearing dark nylons and black high heel shoes. She had a small briefcase on her lap. Her small bag came before mine did. She reached for the bag with a gloved hand as it passed but missed. I caught it as it got to me.

“Is this the one you wanted?” I asked.

“Yes it is. Thank you for retrieving it,” she said as a genuine smile lit up her face.

I stood there with her bag not knowing what to do with it.

“Just put it on my lap please,” she said in a tone of voice that showed she was appreciative.

I put the bag on top of her briefcase.

“Do you have any more luggage coming?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “It’s just an overnight trip. Thanks for asking.”

She smiled again and slowly, and with what looked like a great deal of difficulty, wheeled away. Her long blond hair was a stark contrast to her dark business suit and the black back of her sporty looking wheelchair.

Finally, I retrieved my bag and went to the car rental counter. The line was long and moved slowly. I finally got my car keys and started for the parking garage. I took the elevator to the fourth level. The lot was deserted and felt almost spooky. I quickly walked toward the car.

“Hello, is anyone here?” a female voice pleaded. “Please, I need some help.”

I walked over in the direction of the call for assistance. To my surprise, the person calling for help was the young lady in the wheelchair. As I approached from the rear, I could see that both of the wheels on one side of her chair had fallen into a drainage slot. Her wheelchair was resting on the frame on one side and sitting at a precarious angle. It appeared as though she was about to fall out sideways.

“It looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle,” I said as I walked around her.

She looked up with her ravishingly radiant smile.

“You’re right,” she said. “I really did get myself into a pickle. My wheels are caught, and I don’t have the usable muscle groups to get free.”

“How did you manage to get stuck like that?” I quizzed.

“I was looking for the car I had rented, and dumb me, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” she said. “Could I get you to just lift up on the wheels and get me free?”

“No problem,” I replied.

I walked around to the side that was stuck. I lifted on the wheel and moved her around slightly to get away from the trench she had been caught in. She rolled herself away and then spun around. She looked up and smiled that radiant smile.

“Thank you again. That’s twice today you’ve come to my rescue,” she said. “My name is Toni James.”

“Mine is Fred Williamson,” I said as I shook her outstretched hand.

It was then I noticed the support on her wrist—a brace that was partially concealed by her coat and her racing type gloves. Her handshake was not firm. Her hand met mine with a half grasp, but she didn’t close her grip on my hand. Still, her wrist seemed firm.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” I offered.

“You don’t have to do that Fred,” she said. “But it’s pretty lonely on this level, and I would appreciate it though.”

She wheeled, and I walked along beside her. Her car was only about four cars away from where she had been trapped. She used her teeth to bite the “open” button of an electronic key fob that she had hooked on one of her fingers. That opened the trunk, and I put her bag in the trunk for her. I closed it, and she wheeled around to the driver’s side. She hooked her hand—with its half-closed grasp—under the door latch to open the door. She put her briefcase on the rear seat. After locking her elbows so her arms could support her, she was able to slide her bottom over the wheelchair wheel and into the driver’s seat. She laboriously lifted first her thin and unmoving left leg and then her right leg into the car and onto the floorboards.

“Could I get you to fold up my chair and put it behind my seat?” she asked as she looked up at me from the driver’s seat with that infectious smile. “I can do it myself, but it would be quite a struggle.”

“How do I do it?” I asked.

“Just lift up on the center of the seat, and it should fold right up,” she said.

I did as she instructed. I folded the lightweight wheelchair and stowed it in the back seat. I noticed the hand controls that had been fitted to the car.

“You have a safe trip Toni,” I said as I began to close her door.

“I will,” she replied with that infectious smile. “Thanks again Fred.”

I closed her door and went on to find my own rental car. I had rented from the other guy so I had to go outside to find my car. It wasn’t exactly what I had hoped for, but it would work for the drive across town to the hotel. The traffic was horrible as usual, and I was frazzled when I checked in. After the signing in formalities, I took my bag and briefcase to my room. I decided to go to the lounge for a drink. I walked in and stood at the bar with my back to the rest of the occupants while I ordered my drink.

“Fred,” a familiar sounding female voice said. “Over here.”

I turned and looked over toward the window and the direction of the call. To my surprise, it was Toni sitting there in her wheelchair. I smiled and acknowledged her. She gestured with a head toss for me to sit down with her. I picked up my drink and walked over to her. She was still smartly dressed in her dark business suit.

“Please join me Fred,” she said as she gave me that irresistible smile.

“Thanks, I’d like that,” I said as I set my drink on the table next to hers. She was sipping a drink in a tall glass with a straw. I found an extra chair and rolled it over and sat down.

“I never have that problem,” she said.

“What problem?” I quizzed.

“Trying to find a chair to sit in,” she said coyly. “I always bring my own.”

“And some days you get it caught in a drain,” I replied.

“You got me there,” she said. “Thank you again for helping me out. The company was supposed to send an attendant to meet me, but I received a call that the attendant couldn’t make it for one reason or another. If you hadn’t come by, I’d still be stuck there. I’m not as independent as I’d like to think that I am.”

“I’m just glad that I could help,” I said. “Toni, what are you doing in town? You said at the airport it was just for overnight.”

“The firm I represent is having some kind of a sales presentation tomorrow. I don’t have the foggiest idea what it’s about,” she replied. “They want me there to listen to the presentation and find flaws with the proposal.”

“I feel sorry for the poor salesman,” I replied. “It must be tough making the man or woman think on their feet like that.”

“I try to be as tough on them as I can,” she said. “If they know their product well, they can stand up to my scrutiny.”

“Why are you so tough on people?” I asked. “You seem like a really nice person.”

“Thank you for saying that I’m a nice person. It’s a compliment that I don’t hear very often,” she said. “I guess I’m tough on others because I’m in this chair and really know how tough it can be when you can’t move.”

“How did you end up in the wheelchair?” I asked.

“I had a diving accident when I was a sophomore in high school. I broke my neck when I hit the bottom of the pool. Now I’m paralyzed from here on down,” she said, pointing to her mid shoulder with her driving-gloved hand.

“Toni, let me buy another round,” I said. “How do you normally manage?”

“Another drink will be fine Fred,” she replied, flashing me that captivating smile. “I have an attendant when I’m at home. She sets me up for the day, and helps me in the evening and on weekends. I normally use my motorized chair. I drive my van to work.”

“If you don’t mind my prying questions, why aren’t you using your motorized wheelchair now?” I asked.

“You know, I normally don’t like personal prying questions like that, but I feel like being open with you for some strange reason, and I’m enjoying this,” she said as she flashed me an infectious smile with a wink. “Keep it up. It’s good for me.”

“OK Toni. Why aren’t you in your motorized wheelchair?” I asked again.

“Because it’s difficult to travel with,” she replied. “Not only is it heavy, but they have to take the batteries out to even take it on the plane. I manage to get around in this one fairly well, except when I fall into drainage grates.”

“I’m glad that I was there to help you,” I said. “You seem to handle that chair pretty well.”

“As long as I’m on flat surfaces, I’m fine,” she said. “I have the use of my biceps, but not my triceps. I thought I was going to fall out of my chair in the parking garage. If that had happened, I would have just lain sprawled out on the concrete until someone came along and picked me up. I don’t have use of the proper muscle groups—or enough strength in those that I do have—to push myself up.”

“Would you care to join me for dinner?” I asked.

“I don’t really like restaurants. When I’m in them, it feels like everyone is staring at the poor crippled lady in the wheelchair,” she said. “Why don’t we have dinner up in my room? The company fixed me up with a nice suite and a well-stocked bar.”

“That sounds good to me,” I said. “I get tired of eating in restaurants all of the time. A quiet dinner with just the two of us would be nice.”

We finished our drinks, and I went up to the bar and paid our tab. I looked back, and Toni was struggling to back up her wheelchair to get away from the table. She was using her upper shoulder muscles to move her arms back, but her hands and forearms didn’t seem to be able to get a good enough “grip” on the wheels of her chair to turn the wheels backwards very much.

By the time I got back to her, she was almost in tears with frustration. Without a word, I gently pulled her back from the table and began pushing her in the direction of the entrance. She began pushing the wheelchair herself. I let her do it and walked beside her to the elevator lobby. I pushed the button for the elevator. When the door opened, we waited for the people to exit and then we went in.

“What floor?” I asked.

“Twenty-five,” she replied as she struggled to turn herself around.

“That’s a coincidence,” I said. “I’m on twenty-five too.”

She had managed to get herself turned around by the time we got to the floor. I held the door, and she wheeled herself out first. She turned to the right and went down the hall to the room at the end of the corridor. The door had a little handicapped sign.

“My room is right next door,” I said as she unlocked her door.

“Good. Maybe you can help me,” she said. “I’m going to have to arrange for someone to help me from the hotel or somewhere pretty soon, and it’s not always easy to get a caregiver at the last minute.”

She rolled on in, and I followed. The first thing I noticed was that our rooms had interconnecting doors. Her unit was much nicer than mine. She had the suite, and I had only the extra bedroom and bath.

“That’s a possibility,” I said. “We have interconnecting doors. What will you need help with?”

“Just about everything,” she replied. “I need help with a bath, personal duties, getting me out of this chair, putting me to bed, getting me up, getting me back in the chair, helping me dress. Things like that.”

“I guess I could,” I replied. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me that you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” she countered.

“I didn’t say that. You’re trying to put words in my mouth,” I said. “I said I had never done anything like that before. And yes, I have seen a naked woman before.”

I fixed us some drinks. I put hers on the table next to her. I took a sip, as did she.

“How about a completely helpless woman when she’s lying in bed?” she asked.

“No, I haven’t,” I replied. “You don’t look that helpless.”

“I am,” she said. “I don’t have the use of some of my arm muscles. When I’m in my chair, gravity lets me drop my arms. I have the muscles to pick them up. But if I’m lying flat and my arms get up over my head, that’s where they stay and then the only thing I can move is my head.”

“What about your hands?” I asked.

“I have very limited finger movement. That’s why I use the splints and frankly one of the reasons I wanted to eat up here,” she said. “In fact, let’s order dinner and let me ask you some questions.”

I passed her the menu. She tried to hold it, but it fell to the floor. She blushed as I picked it up and helped her hold it. We both decided on the lobster. I called room service and placed our order. I also ordered the wine that she wanted.

I excused myself and went around to my room and removed my suit coat. I freshened up a bit. I opened my half of the double interconnecting doors before I returned to her suite.

“You look nice and relaxed,” she remarked as I walked in. “Would you remove my jacket please?”

She was trying unsuccessfully to unbutton it. I unbuttoned it for her and helped her slip her arms out of the sleeves. As I hung up her suit coat, I noticed two extra slits along the back side. I hung it in the bedroom closet.

When I came back into the room, I noticed the belt around her upper mid section accentuating her breasts. She was sipping the last of her drink. I offered to fix us a couple of more, and she nodded in agreement. I fixed the drinks and put hers on the table beside her. I almost instinctively began to massage her shoulders. Suddenly it was like she started to melt.

“You have forever to stop that,” she purred.

“Where else do you like to be massaged?” I asked.

“My neck and scalp would feel good,” she said. “I don’t have very much feeling anywhere else.”

I rubbed her neck and then did a scalp message. When I finished, she had me take a comb out of her purse and comb her beautiful long straight hair again. I had just finished when room service arrived. She had them set the table and serve the food, including opening the wine. When the waiter was finished serving, he left us. I helped her remove her gloves, exposing her wrist braces and hand splints with straps that secured each finger.

“I’m going to need some help with this lobster,” she said.

“I don’t know if I’ll have room when I finish mine,” I joked.

“That’s not what I meant, goof ball,” she joked back with one of her huge infectious smiles. “I need help getting it out of the shell and cut up.”

“Oh, I can do that,” I said.

I removed the lobster tail from the shell and cut it into bite size pieces. She laboriously maneuvered her paralyzed left hand to get the handle of a fork between her splints and her fingers on her right hand. Eating was clearly difficult for her. I wanted to help as I watched her eat out of the corner of my eye.

“So Frank, tell me about yourself.” Toni said. “You’ve managed to keep me talking about myself all evening.”

“Not much to tell. I’m divorced and now a swinging single,” I started. “I started developing the product that I now market while I was in college. When I finished college, I was picked up by a company that let me finish and market my design. I’m in town to do a presentation in the morning.”

“How long were you married?” she asked.

“A little over three years. We got married right out of high school. She didn’t like me spending long hours in the lab on my project and found someone else who would spend the time with her,” I replied. “I just assumed that she would always be there. I guess I was wrong. My work is my life now.”

“Is your product doing well?” she asked.

“I’m happy with it. My approach to solving the problem isn’t to everyone’s liking,” I replied. “I know my approach works. If after they hear my pitch, they want to buy it, fine. If they don’t, that’s their loss. Let them solve their problem their own way then. The only thing I ask is that they listen to the approach.”

“What problem are you solving?” she asked.

“The year two thousand bug in computer chips,” I said. “Most of the older computers will not calculate dates correctly in and after the year two thousand.”

“I’m really interested in your approach,” she said with a very serious look on her face.

“The simplest solution is to go out and buy new computers. That’s what a lot of companies are doing, and that’s fine, if that’s what they want to do. For some of them, it’s probably time to upgrade anyway,” I replied. “I’ve worked out a method whereby the original chip can be reprogrammed to accept the millennium dates.”

“How cost effective is your approach?” she asked.

“The cost effectiveness of my approach is derived from system size and configuration,” I said. “If you have a system that has 386s, throw them out. If they have a 486 system that’s still running DOS, we can break even at more than ten machines. If you have an older Pentium, the company is probably running Windows and we can be cost effective at more than five machines.”

“You have a very matter of fact approach to your sales pitch Frank,” she observed.

“I have a product that works for some people. There are alternative ways to solving their problem, primarily by buying newer equipment. If they want to buy my product, fine, but I want them to thoroughly think through their decision.”

“How have your sales been?” she asked.

“I’ve been in three cities this week, and I’ve sold eight systems. I recommended that three others go the replacement route once I saw what they were trying to work with.”

“That’s very noble of you not to try and sell them something when it’s wrong,” she said.

“Life’s too short for that,” I said. “I believe my honest and up-front sales approach works well. I sleep very well at night knowing that I’m trying to give people the best that I can.”

We had finished dinner. She struggled to back up from the table just like she did in the lounge. I got up from the table and pulled her back until she was free.

“Are you sure that you won’t help me tonight?” she said.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. I said I’ve never done it before,” I replied.

“Then you’ll help me. Please Frank,” she said and gave me a look that I couldn’t resist.

“What about my seeing and touching your private parts?” I asked.

“Since you’ve been married, except for the extra drainage facilities, I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before,” she said. “I have no feeling of touch below the tops of my breasts. I wouldn’t know if you were touching me or not. My modesty went away with the feeling in my lower body.”

“That must be pretty difficult to live that way,” I commented.

“It wouldn’t have been my choice, but it’s the hand life dealt me, and I want to play it to the fullest now,” she said. “It sure beats the alternatives. I know about death; they had to bring me back twice. I also know about being totally paralyzed. When I woke up, my head was screwed into a metal frame to keep my neck in traction, my body was strapped into a special hospital bed that could be turned over with me in it, and I couldn’t breathe on my own. I couldn’t feel or move anything other than my scalp and face. And the tubes in my throat from the mechanical ventilator kept me from being able to speak. Basically, I could only blink my eyes. Now that’s scary.”

“I bet it was,” I replied.

“The first feeling I had was claustrophobia. I wanted out of that setup in the worst way. It was like I was being completely held against my will, which it was. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound, and I had no way of escaping from there. I could only blink my eyes and make tears run down my face. It was horrible, especially not being able to communicate. After a few days, they opened up a hole in my neck and I got a tracheotomy tube setup that allowed me to speak short phrases in rhythm with the breaths the ventilator gave me. It wasn’t easy to speak, but God, it was an improvement. Eventually, the bones in my neck healed and my head no longer had to be attached to that traction frame. It was a relief to be able to move my head a little. But that was still all I could do for myself.

“They explained to me I might stay like that for the rest of my life. But they also told me as the swelling went down in my damaged spinal cord, I might be able to do more.

“I got lucky. It turned out their optimistic scenario was right. Not too long after I got out of neck traction, I got most of my diaphragm muscle back and I could begin to breathe on my own. At the same time, I got feeling in my upper shoulders and I was able to shrug them. I still was pretty helpless, but it felt great to draw my own breaths, speak better, and move something other than my head.

“I can’t tell you how relieved I was when some function in my deltoid and biceps muscles returned. I could finally use parts of my arms and do some things for myself. Those are still the only muscles I can use today, but I learned a lot of tricks on how to make the best use of them in rehab.”

“Do you have any feeling below your shoulders?” I asked.

“With my level of injury, I can also feel the outside of my upper arms. Beyond that, it’s spotty. I have some feeling of my internal organs for some reason,” she replied. “It’s probably because my spinal cord injury was not complete. But enough of these questions until you tell me you’ll stay and help me. If not, I am going to have to arrange for another caregiver right now.”

“All right, but I’m a rank amateur when it comes to being a caregiver,” I stated.

The smile on her beautiful face lit up the whole room. She wheeled over to me and leaned her head toward me as far as the strap under her breasts would allow. I bent over to meet her, and our lips met. It was tentative at first but grew more passionate.

“If you’re going to be my caregiver for the evening, I need a little help right now,” she said. “Follow me into the bathroom.”

She wheeled off into the bathroom. I got up from my chair and dutifully followed her. She wheeled up to the toilet and struggled trying to pull her skirt up. I helped her pull it a little higher. A plastic bottle was strapped to the inside of one leg.

“Now you know one of my hit and miss secrets,” she said. “I have no bladder control. But thank heavens, the parts of my spinal cord that still work and my spinal cord injury bowel routine do give me some control of my bowels. Fortunately, my attendant took care of all of that this morning. That will usually last me another day or so.”

“So what’s the plan?” I asked.

“Unstrap the bottle from the inside of my leg. Good. Now tilt it up and unhook the hose. Good. Now all you need to do is dump it,” she instructed.

I followed her instruction, and when I finished dumping the little bottle, I reattached the hose and strapped the little bottle back in place. I pulled her skirt back down, then wheeled her out of the bathroom.

“While we’re here, why don’t I put on my nightshirt,” she said. “I’m going to need your help. Take off my blouse please.”

I undid the strap under her breasts and removed her blouse, then her bra.

“What’s the strap for?” I quizzed.

“Without it, this happens,” she said.

She moved her arms and head forward. Responding to gravity, her upper body tipped foreword until her breasts were resting on her legs. She threw her arms awkwardly toward the back of her chair, but her extended arms and shoulders just lacked the strength to pull herself up.

“Now I’m stuck like this,” she said. “I can’t get myself back up. I can get this far, but I can’t get my arms behind the back of my wheelchair far enough to use my biceps to pull myself up. And I can’t push myself up like you would. No triceps.”

I helped her sit back up and lean against the back of the wheelchair.

“Now my skirt and panties,” she said.

“How do I get them off if you’re sitting on them?” I asked.

“Why don’t you lay me on the bed and just roll me around to work them off?” she said.

She lifted one arm around me, and I lifted her from her wheelchair. She was light as a feather. While I had her cuddled in my arms, we engaged in another and more passionate kiss. I laid her on the bed. I rolled her over and removed her skirt. I rolled her over on her back as I removed her panties and nylons. She was lying there completely nude except for the bladder bottle. I spread her legs a little and put her arms up over her head. In this position, the only thing she could move was her head.

“See you later Toni,” I said as I straightened up.

“Fred, you wouldn’t,” she said with real fear in her eyes and worry on her face. “I’m helpless like this. I can’t move. Don’t you dare leave.”

I bent down and kissed her. She was very tense and almost angry at first, but then the kiss turned passionate.

“I hope you know I was just kidding around,” I said. “I wouldn’t leave you like that.”

I helped her sit up and put a long tee shirt over her head and breasts. I laid her back down on the bed and pulled the shirt the rest of the way under her butt. I sat her up again.

“I was pretty sure that you wouldn’t leave me spread eagle like that,” she said. “I had a wave of panic come over me. It scared the hell out of me to think of being left like that all night to be found by the cleaning people tomorrow.”

I held her close, and we kissed some more. I picked her up and carried her to her wheelchair. I walked over to the interconnecting doors and unlocked her side. I walked into my room and changed into some sweats. When I turned around, she was sitting in the doorway.

“I was just checking out your room,” she said almost defensively.

“It’s just a room,” I replied as I sat down on my bed. “It’s like the one last night, and the night before that, and the night before that.”

“It sounds like you’re a little tired of the road,” she remarked.

“I’m tired of the same old routine,” I said. “I haven’t taken too much time to think about it, but I guess I miss having someone next to me.”

“Come on back in my half. You’ll be more comfortable on the couch,” she invited.

I got up, and she led the way. She stopped, and I picked her up over her objections and carried her to the couch. I sat her down, then sat down beside her.

“I’d really prefer to be in my chair,” she said.

“I’d really prefer to have you beside me right here,” I replied. “Like I said, I miss having someone beside me, even if it is just on the couch.”

“Well, rather than just sitting side by side, why don’t you turn me around, put my legs on the couch, and hold me across your lap,” she said seductively.

I did as she suggested. Almost instantly, we were kissing again. The more we kissed, the more passionate it became. I wanted to run my hands all over her lifeless body, but I restrained myself. After a while, we came up for air.

“I haven’t done that for a long time,” I said.

“Me either,” she confided. “My boyfriend broke up with me right after my accident. We had sex for the first time the night before. After the accident, he said he couldn’t stand to be around me crippled like this.”

“You mean that you haven’t been with a boyfriend since high school?” I asked.

“That’s right,” she replied. “I was so devastated and hurt when Mike and I broke up, I never wanted to go through that again. I’ve worked hard keeping my shield up, that is, until now.”

This time when we kissed, my hands explored her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, just like me.

“Do you like me feeling your breasts?” I asked gently.

“I can’t really feel them, but it looks like my nipples like it,” she cooed softly. “I think I like it too.”

We continued our kissing, and I continued my hand exploration of her body. She looked down and saw my hand around her crotch.

“I can’t feel you touching me there,” she said.

“Do you mind?” I asked.

“Touch me anywhere you want,” she said. “I’m loving the thought of someone wanting to touch my lifeless body.”

We were kissing, and I was exploring her inner vagina with my finger. Suddenly she broke off the kiss, and her eyes were wide. She looked down in time to see me withdraw my hand.

“Did you have your finger inside of me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied sheepishly.

“I felt it,” she almost shouted. “I felt it, and it felt good. Please do what you were just doing again.”

I put my hand back in the same position and touched the spot on the under side of her clitoris. Her face lit up again, and she kissed me passionately.

“Fred, I have something to ask you,” she said solemnly, “something I’ve never asked of anyone before.”

“Go ahead and ask,” I replied.

“I don’t exactly know how to say this,” she stammered, then took a deep breath, “Fred, I want you to sleep with me tonight, and I want you to make love to me.”

“Toni, are you sure this is what you want?” I asked.

“Oh yes, very sure,” she replied. “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been in my life.”

“If you’re absolutely sure that’s what you want to do, my answer is yes,” I replied.

The passion that was in her kiss was almost indescribable. She was like a woman possessed.

After a wonderful evening on the couch and a few more drinks, it was time for bed. I sat her in her wheelchair, and she went into the bathroom. I helped her do some of her feminine primping and readied her bath. I removed her urinal bottle and put a little plug in the discharge tube. I took her long tee shirt off and gently placed her in the warm bath. While she soaked, I took the opportunity to go into my room and grab a quick shower and shave. I slipped on just a hotel robe. By the time I got back, she was ready to be washed. I’m not sure who enjoyed the washing more, Toni or me. I started the water draining and lifted her out of the tub. I had spread a towel over her chair, and I sat her down on it. I used another to gently dry her off.

“I thought you said that you had never done this type of thing before,” she said.

“I haven’t,” I replied. “Maybe I should change my profession.”

“You do and you’re hired,” she replied as I combed her long hair. “You need to do one more thing if we’re going to have sex like you promised.”

“What’s that?” I questioned.

“I’d like you to remove my bladder catheter,” she said sheepishly.

“What do I do?” I asked.

“See the other smaller tube. Just pull the plug,” she said.

I pulled the smaller plug on the end of the tube. I heard a rush of air.

“Now just pull it out, gently please,” she said.

I followed her instruction and gently pulled the catheter out of her.

“Just wash it off in hot water and leave it in the sink. You get to put it back in tomorrow morning,” she said. “Don’t worry, I won’t leak. I just can’t go.”

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Do you have condoms?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“I think we’re all set then,” she said. “Push my chariot to the bed!”

I pushed her wheelchair into the bedroom. I turned back the covers. I gently lifted her from her chair. She had an arm around my neck as I lifted her. The kiss, in anticipation of what was yet to come, was passionate indeed as I held her in my arms. I gently laid her on the king size bed and straightened her legs as I put her down. She was magnificent as she lay there nude on the bed. It was almost impossible for me to comprehend that she could only move a portion of her upper body. I turned off all of the lights in the suite except the one on the nightstand. I removed my robe and revealed my excitement. She eyed it thoroughly.

“Is that for me?” she asked coyly as she flashed one of those infectious smiles.

“That’s what I kind of had in mind,” I replied with a grin on my face. “Unless you want to call this off.”

“Get into bed,” she commanded. “I want you to make love to me.”

I got into bed with her and turned off the light.

“Please turn the light on,” she asked. “I can’t feel that much, and I want to at least be able to look.”

I turned the light on the nightstand back on. I nestled in beside her and began kissing her. Next, I kissed her neck and shoulders. It didn’t take long before she cooed, “Ooh, that makes me feel all tingly inside.”

I knew that she couldn’t feel her nipples, but I couldn’t resist working them with my tongue, and they responded on their own again. I moved my attentions back to the top of her breasts and the parts of her body she could feel. Soon she was begging me to get on her. I put the condom on and spread her legs apart. They offered no resistance. I straddled her and gently inserted my manhood. Almost instantly, a large smile came over her face.

“I can feel you inside me,” she said excitedly. “Oh, that feels so good. Keep up what you are doing; it’s driving me wild.”

I continued my rhythmic motion. She wrapped her arms around me, her hands lying limply on my back.

“I feel strange,” she said. “I can’t describe it. It . . . it feels like a huge wave building up inside me. I feel like I’m going to burst.”

I looked down at her. Her eyes where wide and her pupils fully dilated. Her face was beet red. She began gasping for breath. Her shoulders began to jerk uncontrollably, as did her upper arms.

“What’s happening to me?” she gasped.

“You’ve just had an orgasm,” I said. “Did you enjoy it?”

“That was the most exciting thing to ever happen to me,” she panted.

I rolled off her and held her in my arms. Her kiss had been passionate before, but now it was exciting. The kiss was long and protracted, but eventually did come to an end.

“Are you ready to do it again?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Please.”

I reached down and lifted the upper part of her leg and put it over me.

“Fred, what are you doing?” she asked.

I lifted her and rested her breasts on top of my chest. Her legs lay lifelessly on either side of me. The full weight of the rest of her body was now on me. I guided my erection home as I slid her down.

“I can feel that again,” she said. “That feels so good. I don’t want you to ever stop.”

I firmly grasped her under her arms and pushed her up almost vertically. The smile on her face was something to behold. I was glad that she had me turn the light back on. I helped her lock her elbows so her arms could support her weight on her hands resting on the nipples of my chest. I held her butt and began sliding into her back and fourth. Soon her face began to redden again, and she began gasping for breath.

“Oh, oh, oh yes,” she gasped. “This feels better than it did last time. Oh yes, oh yes!”

I climaxed at the same time as she did. When she began to relax, I lowered her to my chest and let her lay there for a while. She gave me a very, very passionate kiss. I held her close. She relaxed and almost started to drift off to sleep. I eased her down off me and onto the bed beside me. I got up and rid myself of the condom. When I came back into the bedroom, she looked up at me and smiled. I slipped into bed beside her.

“Fred, thank you for making me feel like a whole woman,” she whispered.

I looked over at her. She had tears in her eyes. I smiled at her.

“What’s the matter?” I whispered to her.

“I just don’t want the night to end. Tomorrow you’ll be gone,” she sniffed. “I’ll probably never see you again.”

“The night will end, but you will see me again,” I said.

“Why would you want to see me again?” she said. “I’m less than half a woman.”

“Physically maybe, but intellectually you’re great,” I said. “Especially once you let your guard down.”

“I know, that was a mistake on my part.” Toni said. “I shouldn’t have done it.”

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, and I’d love to do it again,” she said.

“OK, what do you have planned for the weekend?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied. “Just another boring weekend alone with my attendant.”

“I bought a timeshare down at the beach,” I said. “I’m scheduled in there this weekend. I’d love to have you join me down there.”

“Really, you’d want me to join you?” she asked as her face lit up.

“I have a presentation to do in the morning and another one in the afternoon,” I said. “I was planning on catching a plane out of here about four. Can you make it?”

“I can make that,” she said. “I need to attend a meeting in the morning and have a presentation to listen to in the afternoon. The presentation should wrap up in time for me to make it. That is, if I don’t get stuck in the drainage grate again.”

I positioned my body over her and kissed her and stroked her hair. I slid off beside her. We both drifted off to sleep . . .

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The ringing of the wake-up call jolted us both awake. I got up and put on my robe and handled my morning chores. By the time I got back to the bedroom, she had managed to scoot her way closer to the edge of the bed. I lifted her into her wheelchair, and she wheeled herself into the bathroom.

“You need to put my bladder catheter back in,” she said. “Probably the easiest way is to lift me up onto the vanity top where I can lay back. In the little back bag on the counter is a syringe looking thing.”

I opened the bag and found the plastic syringe. I lifted her up onto the vanity top and laid her out flat. I draped one leg over the side. It just hung there lifelessly.

“Rinse off the catheter again with real hot water,” she instructed. “Then hook the discharge tube up to the bottle hose. Good. Now insert the catheter in the same place you pulled it out. It has to go in about three or inches or so.”

I carefully inserted the catheter again. This was a strange feeling to be pushing this piece of plastic into her body. Suddenly the bottle began to fill.

“Push it in as far as it was yesterday,” she said. “Is the bottle filling?”

“Yes, I think we’ve struck a gusher,” I replied.

“Good, it’s working then,” she said. “Now take the syringe and pull it all the way out. Good. Now put it on the end of the little tube. Then use the syringe to blow up the little balloon on the catheter. Good. Now pinch off the little tube and pull off the syringe. Now put the little plug on it. Great, now I don’t have to worry about the catheter coming out.”

While she was lying there, I took the opportunity to explore inside her with my finger again.

“I can feel that,” she said as I hit a sensitive spot on her vaginal wall.

“So what are you going to do about it?” I said.

“Come over here and find out,” she said seductively.

I moved in close, and we began a long and protracted kiss.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to become a full-time caregiver?” she asked with one of those infectious smiles on her face.

I sat her back up, then put her back in her wheelchair.

“Not quite yet,” I replied. “I still need to get my product out to as many people as possible.”

I combed her hair and helped her put on her wrist braces and hand splints. I followed her instructions with makeup. She wheeled herself back into the bedroom. I put on her bra, then set her on the bed. I slid her panties on her and lifted her butt with one hand while I pulled them on the rest of the way. Nylons were next, followed by her skirt. I lifted her back into her chair. She held her arms up as I put her silk blouse on and buttoned it. I tucked it in her waistband. I helped her with her suit jacket, and before I buttoned it, I fastened the strap just below her breasts. The last was her high heel shoes and gloves. She wheeled into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror.

“OK, you’re hired,” she said. “Thank you for putting me together, and especially thank you for a wonderful evening.”

I kissed her and then said, “Are we still on for the weekend?”

“Oh thank goodness,” she said. “I thought that I had maybe dreamed that you invited me for the weekend. I didn’t want to say anything. Yes, I want to go.”

I walked into my room and into the bathroom. I took a quick shower. When I stepped out, Toni was sitting in the doorway.

“I can’t believe that I’m going away for the weekend with you,” she said.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around me. I spread out my shaving things.

“As soon as I finish shaving, I’ll call for a ticket for you,” I said. “Do you need anything special on the plane?”

“Just tell them that I’m in a wheelchair. They’ll do the rest,” she said. “You know I’m really excited about this.”

“Great. We’ll have a lot of fun,” I said. “It’ll be good for me to have some company too.”

I finished shaving and getting ready. I went in by the bed and started getting dressed. When I had my boxers and tee shirt on, I sat down on the edge of the bed and called the airline. They quickly booked her ticket in the seat next to mine. I told them that she was in a wheelchair.

“There, we’re all set,” I said. “A five o’clock flight, first class.”

“I’ve never flown first class,” she said. “My law firm won’t spring for it.”

“It was part of my deal with my company,” I said. “I’m a pretty good sized guy, and I don’t like being crammed into the seats in the back.”

“I’ll say you you’re a pretty good sized guy,” she said looking at my boxer shorts.

I was still sitting on the bed and spread my legs. She rolled up as close as she could until her legs were up against the bed and moved her head and arms forward to lean her body as far forward as the strap under her breasts would allow. I leaned forward, and we engaged in a very passionate kiss. When the kiss was over, I pushed her back a little and got up to finish dressing. She rolled on back into her room while I packed my bag. I went back into her suite where she had most of her things ready for me to put in her bag. I finished packing her bag. As she asked, I put her briefcase on her lap and then her bag on top of the briefcase. She rolled over to the door. I gave her one last kiss and opened the door for her. She wheeled herself out into the hall and down to the elevators. She pushed the call button, then turned to me and flashed one of those smiles and mouthed me a kiss. The door opened, and she wheeled herself onto the elevator and was gone.

I went back into my room and gathered up my things. I went over my presentation and my notes on who I would be speaking with and what kind of work the company did. I picked up my bag and briefcase and went down to lobby. I got there just in time to see Toni wheel onto the elevator to the parking garage. I checked out and went to the parking garage. I walked out of the elevator and noticed the car that Toni had rented. As I walked by, I saw her legs dangling out of the car and her wheelchair sitting there, but I didn’t see her sitting in the car. I walked over to investigate and found her lying across the seat with her arms over her head.

“Hi there,” I said.

“Oh Fred, thank goodness it’s you,” she said in a panicked voice. “I leaned over too far, and I can’t get up.”

I reached in and lifted her to a sitting position. I lifted her legs into the car and put her wheelchair in back of her seat.

“Are you sure you’re going to be all right by yourself?” I asked.

“I hope so,” she replied with her confidence shaken. “They have me park right next to the guard station over at the company. He’s helped me before.”

“I’ll see you at the airport at four,” I said.

“I’ll be there,” she said.

I gave her a kiss and closed her door. She started the car and drove off. I found my car and drove out of the parking garage. I was early so I stopped for breakfast at one of the chain restaurants. I had a leisurely breakfast and read the paper. I finished and drove over to my first appointment.

The presentation went about as I suspected. I recommended that they upgrade part of their system and use my fix on the other. Their in-house systems manager was pushing for all new equipment. I pointed out what that approach would do in subsequent years when they had to replace all of their equipment at once rather than on an incremental basis. The management like my approach and went for the deal I made them.

I stopped for lunch in a little Italian restaurant. When I finished, I drove over to my next appointment. Security was expecting me and directed me to a parking space by the front entry. I took my briefcase and presentation materials to the reception desk. The systems manager met me and escorted me to the conference room. While he went to get the participants, I set up my laptop and projector. I was all set up when he came back. You could have knocked me over with feather when Toni wheeled in with the company president. She didn’t act like she knew me; in fact, she didn’t smile.

I gave my presentation, all the time nervous as hell as to what Toni was going to do to me. When I finished, the company president had a couple of questions as did the systems manager. Finally, they all looked at Toni. She cleared her throat.

“I’ve listened to a lot of sales presentations since I started representing your company,” she began. “Mr. Williamson has given you one of the more honest sales presentations that I’ve heard. It’s refreshing to hear someone say my product isn’t for everyone. He’s made a recommendation to upgrade a portion of your equipment and to buy some new, as well as tell you some of your equipment is fine. He’s also pointed out by taking his advice that you won’t be replacing all of you equipment at one time. From a non-technical point of view, his proposal makes perfect sense to me.”

“I agree with Miss James,” the company president said. “Why don’t the two of you work out the agreement and call me on Tuesday?”

She looked up at me and smiled. I looked at her and returned the smile.

“I’m sure that Mr. Williamson and I can work something out over the weekend,” Toni said. “Are you available for some serious negotiations Mr. Williamson?”

“Yes, Miss James, I believe I am,” I replied.

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