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Speaker 1: stretcher crashed along the corridors of the hospital. Its tinny sounds,
Speaker 1: fore warning its arrival many seconds before it actually entered
Speaker 1: the emergency room. The tall, stute frame of doctor Phillips
Speaker 1: hovered over the still body as the nurses cut through
Speaker 1: the leather, exposing the wounds to doctor Phillip's caze. Lisa
Speaker 1: deliberately held back. She did not need to have a
Speaker 1: flood of emotions at this very moment, even if it
Speaker 1: was Chris on the stretcher that doctor bart commands. Lisa
Speaker 1: passed various impluments to the nurses who were on the
Speaker 1: front line. After what felt like ours or maybe just minutes,
Speaker 1: doctor Phillips announced, Okay, get him booked in. I think
Speaker 1: he might have several broken bones and may need surgery. Now,
Speaker 1: do we have a name? One nurse looked down at
Speaker 1: the paperwork that had come in with the biker as
Speaker 1: Lisa held her breath, waiting to have the air knocked
Speaker 1: out of her. Yes, Trevor McMillan, the nurse replied. Lisa
Speaker 1: was prepared for a shock, but not this. She gasped loudly,
Speaker 1: making everyone else in the room turn to look at
Speaker 1: her and earning her a disapproving glare from doctor Phillips.
Speaker 1: You know him? I presume, doctor Phillips asked, in his
Speaker 1: haughty tone. Huh, I think so, she replied, Oh, don't
Speaker 1: just stand there, girl, get over here and have a
Speaker 1: good look. Do you know him or not? Doctor Phillips commanded,
Speaker 1: his tone edged with irritation. The nurses around the stretcher
Speaker 1: parted as Lisa nervously stepped forward. Could it really be? Her?
Speaker 1: Eyes scanned up his body. His left arm was twisted
Speaker 1: into some very painful looking position. Various gashes marked his
Speaker 1: chest out together with what seemed like the tiniest butterfly stitches,
Speaker 1: but his face, presumably the helmet had protected his head.
Speaker 1: His beard now flecked with gray, making him look even
Speaker 1: more attractive in Lisa's eyes than he did all those
Speaker 1: years ago. Yes, I know him, or it did a
Speaker 1: few years ago. Good. I'm glad we got that cleared up,
Speaker 1: doctor Phillips said. Now let's get him where he needs
Speaker 1: to be. Lisa watched as they moved him out of
Speaker 1: the emergency room. Turning to the nurse with the paper,
Speaker 1: she asked what happened? The nurse flicked nervously through the papers.
Speaker 1: According to the witnesses, he was hit by another motorcyclist
Speaker 1: who seemed to have been out of control and then
Speaker 1: was hit by a car after he fell. What happened
Speaker 1: to the other motorcyclist, Lisa asked, how apparently he fled
Speaker 1: the scene. Probably didn't want to be talking to the police,
Speaker 1: the nurse said, dryly, solemnly, watching the stretcher disappear up
Speaker 1: the corridor towards surgery, she simply said. Fuck. To say
Speaker 1: this shift passed in a blur was an understatement. Lisa
Speaker 1: could not focus. She could not believe Trevor was laying
Speaker 1: in the very same hospital she was working in after
Speaker 1: all this time. Was this fate? She believed he'd been
Speaker 1: in surgery most of the time she was on shift,
Speaker 1: only coming out in the dying moments of her time
Speaker 1: at the hospital. She looked at him from the doorway
Speaker 1: as she was leaving. Was this a sign? She really
Speaker 1: didn't believe in second chance romances? But watching him as
Speaker 1: he lay unconscious, her heart really felt sickened. She had
Speaker 1: walked away from him once, ignored his cause, his letters,
Speaker 1: or for absolutely no reason. Maybe this was a chance
Speaker 1: to put it right, at least beyond speaking terms with
Speaker 1: the best friend she ever had. Maybe fate had given
Speaker 1: her a way out. Over the years, she had started
Speaker 1: to call him so many times just to hear his voice,
Speaker 1: or she never completed the cause she had carried the
Speaker 1: guilt of her stupidity for so many years. Right now
Speaker 1: it weighed heavier than ever on her soul. Silently, she
Speaker 1: walked into his room and pushed his long, graying hair
Speaker 1: away from his face and kissed his brow gently. If
Speaker 1: this was fate, then she was truly grateful for the opportunity.
Speaker 1: Don't you go dying on me, Trevor McMullan, she whispered,
Speaker 1: a tears stinging in her eyes. She turned and left
Speaker 1: the room, with her heart feeling hope for the first
Speaker 1: time in a very long time. It wasn't until she
Speaker 1: was sat in the car that reality kicked in. This
Speaker 1: was the man that she walked away from without saying
Speaker 1: a word, a man that had supported her after the
Speaker 1: death of her brother. Yet she decided he wasn't worth
Speaker 1: a phone call. What the hell would you say to him?
Speaker 1: How'd you excuse that? The rain at ease by the
Speaker 1: time she reached Karen's house and the morning sun broke
Speaker 1: its cover through the clouds. It only took one knock
Speaker 1: on the door to ignite the sound of excited children
Speaker 1: from behind the wood. The door swung open, and two
Speaker 1: faces stared up at her, covered in an explosion of paint.
Speaker 1: I'm a tiger, Clarice giggled. And she's a lion, she said,
Speaker 1: pointing at Mandy. Of course you are, Lisa said, glad
Speaker 1: she had no aspirations for her daughter's artistic talents. Get
Speaker 1: your bag, we need to go home. There's something I
Speaker 1: need to tell you, Lisa said, doubt still swarming her mind.
Speaker 1: She had always been vague about Clarice's father, particularly Carie.
Speaker 1: Just another way she denied Trevor, she thought. With him
Speaker 1: laying in hospital, she could feel nothing but guilt for
Speaker 1: the way she had treated him, Whatever the consequences, she
Speaker 1: had to make this right and acknowledge all that he
Speaker 1: was in her life. What if he doesn't even like children,
Speaker 1: she muttered to herself, not realizing the words had come
Speaker 1: out through her mouth, What mummy, Clarice said, looking up
Speaker 1: at her with those bright, innocent eyes of hers. Oh nothing, honey,
Speaker 1: Mommy's just talking out loud, she replied, taking Clarice's back
Speaker 1: back in one hand and grasping art's waiting hand with
Speaker 1: the other squeezing it. A little tied to the normal.
Speaker 1: Lost in her own world, she hadn't realized Karen was
Speaker 1: stood in the doorway, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
Speaker 1: She thanked Karen Carranger smiled knowingly before saying good luck.
Speaker 1: He's for the best. Lisa tried her best to fight
Speaker 1: off the waves of doubt that crashed over her mind
Speaker 1: as they drove home, tried her best to pay attention
Speaker 1: to her daughter as she excitedly told her about their
Speaker 1: adventures over the past couple of days. She just needed
Speaker 1: to get home and tell clarsa truth. If he didn't
Speaker 1: want to know her, he surely would know his daughter.
Speaker 1: How could he not love her. Pulling the car into
Speaker 1: her driveway, Lisa's shoulders slumped as she grew at the will.
Speaker 1: This was it. The small house seemed larger in cavernous
Speaker 1: as she put Clarice's backpack on the counter, trying to
Speaker 1: delay the conversation she knew she needed to have. She
Speaker 1: asked Clarie, Honey, have you eaten? Glorice just grinned bacon,
Speaker 1: burgers and fries. Moy, there goes that excuse. Suddenly there
Speaker 1: was a loud roar outside the house. As much as
Speaker 1: Lisa wanted to avoid the inevitable, Chris was the one
Speaker 1: reason she did not need to have around you. Wait here, honey,
Speaker 1: Mammy's just got something to handle, she said, closing the
Speaker 1: kitchen door behind her. As she walked to the front
Speaker 1: door and opened it, she had to say Chris looked
Speaker 1: more disheveled than normal, which was quite an achievement. As
Speaker 1: he took his helmet off and looked her in the eyes,
Speaker 1: the fear that glazed them burned with a ferocious temper.
Speaker 1: Lisa wondered for a moment if he was going to
Speaker 1: attack her, steal her purse, and fill himself with drugs.
Speaker 1: All she could think of was keeping him away from Clarice.
Speaker 1: Pulling the door to behind her, she asked him sternly,
Speaker 1: why you here, Chris. This isn't what we agreed. I
Speaker 1: killed him. I fucking killed him, he grooted out. Now
Speaker 1: they will kill me, or I'll get arrested and do life.
Speaker 1: His eyes flickered from side to side in a manic
Speaker 1: movement as he raised his hand. Lisa flinched instinctively, waiting
Speaker 1: for the first strike. Instead, Chris just grabbed her shoulder,
Speaker 1: squeezing into the point of pain as he said, I
Speaker 1: need to get away, jael bait. Now I need money
Speaker 1: for fuel, something I can pawn. Lisa winced at the
Speaker 1: way he said gel bait. It always sounded so seedy
Speaker 1: when he used it, like it was wishful thinking. Taking
Speaker 1: a breath, Lisa forced herself to think. This could be
Speaker 1: an opportunity. She knew it. She just had to figure
Speaker 1: out how hope sparked in her mind again dimly, but
Speaker 1: it was there. Chris, what happened? She asked, trying to
Speaker 1: assess how much of an opportunity this was. The old
Speaker 1: fucker shouldn't have been on the road, let alone. A
Speaker 1: fucking bike cut right across me, and I hit him.
Speaker 1: Then a car hit him, he growled. Obviously he has
Speaker 1: spent time thinking about that, enough to make himself sound innocent.
Speaker 1: I only had a little weed at the clubhouse, and
Speaker 1: I had to do that on credit, he said between
Speaker 1: gritted teeth. From experience, she knew that a little weed
Speaker 1: meant at least five lines of dope. And if he
Speaker 1: owed the club money and he might do time, they
Speaker 1: would want to pay him full with interest and she
Speaker 1: really doubted he would be able to get his hands
Speaker 1: on the money. For that, he was fucked from both ends. Chris,
Speaker 1: I've got fifty bucks in cash and still waiting for
Speaker 1: my wages to clear. She paused, her mind twisted with
Speaker 1: guilt and doubt over what she was considering. Somewhere in
Speaker 1: the back of her mind, a voice from her youth whispered,
Speaker 1: do it. A strong man's voice was always there, just
Speaker 1: on the edge of hearing. I also have Mark's watches.
Speaker 1: I don't know how much they're worth, but he always
Speaker 1: said they were expensive. The truth was, Lisa didn't even
Speaker 1: know if they were real. Mark did work of sorts
Speaker 1: and always seemed to have money, but she had been
Speaker 1: too young to be cynical enough to challenge him about
Speaker 1: the jobs he did. Focus returned to Chris's eyes and
Speaker 1: to Lisa's satisfaction. More than a little surprise. Here, you bastard,
Speaker 1: I had those, and you never knew that would be great,
Speaker 1: he muttered. Wait here, Lisa said, as she moved back
Speaker 1: inside the house. The kitchen door opened a little and
Speaker 1: two bright eyes peered around the edge of the door.
Speaker 1: Can I come out yet, mummy? Clarice whispered, Not yet, honey,
Speaker 1: Mummy's just got to help this man and then I'll
Speaker 1: be back, she said, as softly as she could manage.
Speaker 1: She waited a moment as Calorice closed the door before
Speaker 1: going up to her bedroom and opening her closet. Pulling
Speaker 1: her shoes out, she removed the wooden box that had
Speaker 1: been secreted away and took out the selection of watches
Speaker 1: before putting them in an old rucksack she had bought
Speaker 1: for Jim but never quite made it there. I damn well,
Speaker 1: hope you're right. I'm sorry for this, she whispered, not
Speaker 1: stopping to look at the watches the fear of changing
Speaker 1: her mind. Stopping at a nightstand, she took the fifty
Speaker 1: dollars she kept in case of emergencies and moved quickly
Speaker 1: through the house, grasping the money on rucksack tightly until
Speaker 1: she faced Chris, once again, Grabbing both out of her
Speaker 1: outstretched hands. He put his helmet back on put the
Speaker 1: rucksack in his side bag, even without looking at the contents,
Speaker 1: before starting his engine and leaving without a word of thanks.
Speaker 1: Thanks Lisa for giving me the last possessions you have
Speaker 1: of your dead brother, She whispered bitterly as she watched
Speaker 1: him disappear, turning her back as a recent pass left,
Speaker 1: she now had to face her past from a little
Speaker 1: longer ago. Lifting her head, two sparkling eyes watched her
Speaker 1: curiously from beside the door. Stealing herself, Lisa ran up
Speaker 1: to the door, chasing Clarice back into the house, tickling
Speaker 1: her as she caught up with her, ignoring her, Please
Speaker 1: for mercy, Who is that, mummy? She asked between pana
Speaker 1: as they collapsed on the couch, kickling. Just a bad memory, honey,
Speaker 1: she replied quietly. Is that what you wanted to tell
Speaker 1: me about? Mummy? Clorice asked, her, face awash with innocence. No, no,
Speaker 1: it isn't, Lisa's sighed. First, Mummy needs coffee. I have
Speaker 1: been working all night, you know. Lisa returned to her
Speaker 1: bedroom closet and retrieved a second box. Although smaller, it
Speaker 1: felt infinitely heavier carrying the weight of her past. The
Speaker 1: smell of freshly bruted coffee washed over the house as
Speaker 1: she placed the box and her coffee on the occasional
Speaker 1: table next to the sofa. The rainbow colour's hand painted
Speaker 1: on the box when she was just ten reflected brightly
Speaker 1: in Clarice's widening eyes, the colors somehow accentuating her growing excitement.
Speaker 1: Just watching her filled her heart with joy. She had
Speaker 1: such a magical enthusiasm for everything. Softly, Lisa said, this
Speaker 1: is mum's memory box. I made it when I wasn't
Speaker 1: much older than you. You will get to make one,
Speaker 1: and it will be your special box to keep all
Speaker 1: your best memories in the box could have been full
Speaker 1: of gold treasure, and Clarice wouldn't have been more excited,
Speaker 1: her face any more radiant as Lisa lifted the lid
Speaker 1: on her past. Searching through the stacks of photos, Lisa
Speaker 1: carefully selected three she thought would be suitable and passed
Speaker 1: the first to Clarice, who looked at it full of wonder.
Speaker 1: This is Mark. I've told you about him before. He
Speaker 1: would have been your uncle, but he died before you
Speaker 1: were born. As the last were his left her lips,
Speaker 1: a wave of guilt washed over her. In her efforts
Speaker 1: to make a new life and forget all the pain
Speaker 1: she had kept Clarice's family past her away from her.
Speaker 1: Her parents had refused to speak to her after she
Speaker 1: went to college, and she only heard about their passing
Speaker 1: from an old schoolfriend. But just because things didn't work
Speaker 1: out between her and them, was it right to take
Speaker 1: away the opportunity for the cariice to know more about
Speaker 1: her past? This is Trevor, she said, nervously passing her
Speaker 1: the next photo, waiting for her response. Although Trevor was attractive,
Speaker 1: he hated having his photo taken and growled at anyone
Speaker 1: brave enough to try. This particular photo was of him
Speaker 1: when he didn't know he was being photographed, and wasn't
Speaker 1: dressed in enough leather to give her herd of buffalo nightmares.
Speaker 1: He almost looked human. Who's Trevor, mummy, Glarise asked curiously.
Speaker 1: He was a very good friend of both Uncle Mark
Speaker 1: and me, she said, wiping a tear from her eye.
Speaker 1: The past tense had never felt more painful. Is he alive, mummy?
Speaker 1: The innocent question stung at Lisa's heart. Yes he is, honey,
Speaker 1: but he's very ill, and mommy's looking after him in
Speaker 1: the hospital, she said, feeling Clarice was the absolute truth
Speaker 1: after all the vaguity. Can I see him, she asked,
Speaker 1: staring at the photo. Not yet, honey, Not until he's better,
Speaker 1: Lisa said, quietly cool. I'm going to paint him up
Speaker 1: to look like a lion as well, Clorise said, excitement
Speaker 1: dripping from every word. Lisa could only giggle quietly through
Speaker 1: her tears. Damn, this girl could make her feel happy,
Speaker 1: even at moments like this. Passing her the final voto,
Speaker 1: Lisa hesitated for a moment, letting Clarice digest the image.
Speaker 1: It had been taken at her going away party, well
Speaker 1: the dying moments of it by one of the other
Speaker 1: bikers for a laugh. Lisa loved the photo so much,
Speaker 1: and Trevor never found out it had ever been taken.
Speaker 1: So was he your boyfriend, mummy, Chlorice asked, tracing her
Speaker 1: finger softly over the photograph. The photo seemed a lot older,
Speaker 1: having been cried over so many times in the past years.
Speaker 1: Trevor and her were laying on the couch at the
Speaker 1: clubhouse in each other's arms, obviously a little drunk. The
Speaker 1: blanket he had given her draped across them as they kissed,
Speaker 1: still crying. Lisa nodded, saying yes, he was honey. In fact,
Speaker 1: Lisa paused, taking in her breath to steady her nerves
Speaker 1: before continuing, he's your daddy. Wow, I have a daddy.
Speaker 1: Make him better, mummy, so I can see him. Wiping
Speaker 1: the tears away that now fell freely down her cheeks,
Speaker 1: she simply said, I will, Honey, I've got her daddy,
Speaker 1: Clorise said, slowly, her voice full of wonderment. Can I
Speaker 1: call Mandy to tell her we found my daddy? Of course, sweetheart,
Speaker 1: Lisa said quietly. Clorice jumped off the couch and ran
Speaker 1: out of the room in search of her cell phone.
Speaker 1: Her excited voice chimed through the house as she spoke
Speaker 1: to Mandy. Within seconds, Lisa's phone deemed with a text
Speaker 1: from Karen her daddy. Not the conversation I was expecting.
Speaker 1: What about Chris Chris's history, Lisa tugged. She was sure
Speaker 1: she could hear the cogs of Karen's brain working before
Speaker 1: the next text appeared a minute or so later. The
Speaker 1: backer that was brought in is Clarice's dad. Yes, Lisa responded,
Speaker 1: Oh shit, girl, we'd better get him well. Then the
Speaker 1: response came back almost immediately. Of course, Glorise wants to
Speaker 1: meet him when he's better. Lisa replied, I'll check on
Speaker 1: him extra tonight when I'm on shift. Then, thanks, was
Speaker 1: all Lisa could think to say. Karen didn't know their history,
Speaker 1: and she didn't want her to say anything until Lisa
Speaker 1: was ready. Don't say anything about Clarice until I've had
Speaker 1: a chance to talk to him, she typed, understood Lisa's
Speaker 1: sighed in relief as she read the last reply. At Lise,
Speaker 1: that was one potential problem out of the way. Clarice
Speaker 1: came bouncing back into the room, excitement exuding from every
Speaker 1: Poor me and Mandy are going to do a daddy
Speaker 1: party when he gets better. The image of Trevor in
Speaker 1: all his leathers, having his face painted like a lion
Speaker 1: and eating kid's food filled Lisa's mind. She could not
Speaker 1: help but giggle at the thought. That would be lovely. Honey,
Speaker 1: he'll enjoy that, she said, lying tell me everything about daddy, Mummy,
Speaker 1: Clarice pleaded as she sat back on the sofa, pushing
Speaker 1: herself under Lisa's arms. Initially, Lisa struggled to remember family
Speaker 1: friendly stories about Trevor, but once they started flowing, they
Speaker 1: did not stop until well into the evening. Several had
Speaker 1: to be repeated at length because Clarice found them so funny.
Speaker 1: Her and Trevor had only been together a couple of months,
Speaker 1: but they had managed to fill every day as if
Speaker 1: it were their last, despite her lack of sleep. It
Speaker 1: was beyond dusk when the stories drifted into silence, and
Speaker 1: Clarice's questions were replaced by the gentle breathing announcing she
Speaker 1: had finally fallen asleep. Suddenly, Lisa felt the tiredness of
Speaker 1: the day gripper and realized she was fighting to keep
Speaker 1: her eyes open, removing the several chip packets that decorated them.
Speaker 1: Having forgone a normal mill, she carried her daughter to bed,
Speaker 1: before collapsing on her own bed and wrapping herself in
Speaker 1: the blanket. His arms around me, she thought, as she
Speaker 1: slid into her dreams of tomorrow. The morning came all
Speaker 1: too quickly. Well, it wasn't really morning, moor mid afternoon.
Speaker 1: At some point in time in the night, Clarice had
Speaker 1: moved into the bed to join her. As she was
Speaker 1: sleeping gently in her arms, the blanket wrapped around the
Speaker 1: both of them. Enjoying the tranquility of the moment, Elisa
Speaker 1: sank into the fantasy of having Trevor's arms around them,
Speaker 1: both protecting them. Just a thought of it spread a
Speaker 1: warm glow over her body, a familiar tingle returning between
Speaker 1: her thighs. Why did Clarice have to be here now?
Speaker 1: Diverting her thoughts, she focused on tonight. In just a
Speaker 1: couple of hours, she would be at work, at work
Speaker 1: in the hospital where Trevor was being treated. Granted, he
Speaker 1: was in a different wing to her, away from the
Speaker 1: chaos of the emergency room. His area was quiet and peaceful,
Speaker 1: designed for people to have privacy and recuperate. But she
Speaker 1: had to see him. Damn it, What would she say?
Speaker 1: How the hell would she even introduce the idea of Clorise.
Speaker 1: Karen always had all the answers she would have to
Speaker 1: ask her, She decided and squeezed Clarisse, a little tired
Speaker 1: her waking her accidentally, ma'am Clorise complained sleepily, is daddy here?
Speaker 1: Not yet, honey, but real soon, Lisa whispered as she
Speaker 1: stroked her daughter's long hair. Damn, she would find a
Speaker 1: way to make him forgive her, if not for her sake,
Speaker 1: then for Clorice's. Having dropped Calorice at Karen's early knowing
Speaker 1: Karen would have already gone into work as she was
Speaker 1: on an earlier shift. These shift patterns could be a bitch.
Speaker 1: She drove the rest of the journey to work in
Speaker 1: a trance, her mind wrestling with ideas of how to
Speaker 1: handle Trevor. She had nothing. Gliding through the emergency ward,
Speaker 1: she found her locker and mindlessly put away her personal things.
Speaker 1: Stopping for a moment, she thought to herself. Looking back
Speaker 1: into her purse, she took out a solitary photograph and
Speaker 1: put it in the back pocket of her scrubs before
Speaker 1: closing the locker and setting off to find Karen. Eventually
Speaker 1: finding her in the kitchen area drinking tea, she sat
Speaker 1: down next to her. So tell me everything, Karen said,
Speaker 1: her tone inviting no debate. For the next thirty minutes,
Speaker 1: Lisa told her every sort of detail about her and Trevor,
Speaker 1: before she finally sighed and simply said, how do I
Speaker 1: make him? Forgive me? Karen? Karen placed her hand on Lisa's,
Speaker 1: squeezing it firmly, stroking her wrist affectionately with her thumb,
Speaker 1: before grinning wildly and saying, Oh, I have something that
Speaker 1: always works. The kitchen was filling up with nurses and doctors,
Speaker 1: so to avoid any embarrassment, Karen leaned forward and started whispering.
Speaker 1: The pair of them giggled light schoolgirls as Karen shared
Speaker 1: her secrets for a successful married life. I'll help, Karen
Speaker 1: eventually said, to which Lisa just raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Speaker 1: What both of us? She asked? Why not? He is
Speaker 1: very injured and you will need a hand, Karen said, grinning. Besides,
Speaker 1: I went to Tollge with Teresa, who happens to be
Speaker 1: on shift tonight, and she can make sure we won't
Speaker 1: be disturbed. The pair of them finished their drinks. It
Speaker 1: was still another thirty minutes until Lisa was due on's shift,
Speaker 1: so deciding that now was as good a time as any,
Speaker 1: they went in hunt of Trevor, discovering him at the
Speaker 1: far end of his wing, his bed isolated in private,
Speaker 1: Karen spoke to Teresa as Lisa watched Trevor nervously. He
Speaker 1: was definitely asleep. Suddenly, Lisa was a wash with concern
Speaker 1: that they might hurt him and that would definitely not
Speaker 1: be a good way to rekindle their romance. Eventually, Karen
Speaker 1: was back next to Lisa and whispered his injuries weren't
Speaker 1: as bad as he initially thought. Apart from his disticated shoulder.
Speaker 1: It was just cut some bruises. We just have to
Speaker 1: be a little careful. But how we're nurses, we can
Speaker 1: do that, she said, as she elbowed her playfully. Do
Speaker 1: we need to turn the heart monitor off? Lisa asked, jeez,
Speaker 1: go how good are you giggling? Karen just said you
Speaker 1: get started. I'll keep an eye out, before turning her
Speaker 1: back on Lisa and Trevor. Seeing this strong man laying
Speaker 1: so prone sparked a protective urge to surge for Lisa.
Speaker 1: Tracing her fingertip gently over his wounds, he muttered something
Speaker 1: incomprehensible in his slumber. His body moved under her touch,
Speaker 1: not as if in pain, but more into her fingers
Speaker 1: in inviting them further. Pushing his gown to one side,
Speaker 1: she could see his beautiful cock beginning to swell, even
Speaker 1: in sleep. He wanted her. She had seen a few
Speaker 1: cocks since she gave her virginity to this man, but
Speaker 1: nothing felt like that inside her. Her pussy had pined
Speaker 1: for his cock ever since. Her fingertips slowly traced his
Speaker 1: growing length, gently caressing his tip through the material of
Speaker 1: his boxes. Gently. He moaned as his crock throbbed a
Speaker 1: little harder tenderly. Lisa slipped his growing erection out of
Speaker 1: his boxes, her fingers circling it, grasping it. The memories
Speaker 1: of that first time she held his erection flooded her mind.
Speaker 1: Her pussy ached with desire as she slid her hand
Speaker 1: up and down his entire length. Pushing her hair back
Speaker 1: over her shoulder, she lowered her mouth, kissing every pulsing
Speaker 1: inch of his manhood. His cock twitched as her tongue
Speaker 1: explored him for the first time, tasting the cock she
Speaker 1: had always wanted. Her pussy throbbed in perfect symphony with
Speaker 1: the pulses trembling through him. His erection rose aggressively, wanting more,
Speaker 1: demanding more. Her lips parted slightly, sucking just the very
Speaker 1: tip of him, sliding her lips just over his cockhead
Speaker 1: before circling it with her tongue. As his body writhed
Speaker 1: gently under her oral caress, she moaned the pulse of
Speaker 1: her own desire. Escaping her pussy and caressing her thighs,
Speaker 1: Lisa gasped as she suddenly felt her hands in the
Speaker 1: waistband of her scrubs, pulling them quickly over the curves
Speaker 1: of her ass. Karen dropped to her knees, pushing her
Speaker 1: panties to one side as she moved the globes of
Speaker 1: Lisa's ass apart, her tongue teasing that sensitive rosette viciously
Speaker 1: as she whispered, sorry, you just look too damn sexy.
Speaker 1: Doing that, Karen's fingers massaged Lisa's folds, stroking them with
Speaker 1: increasing passion. Lisa could do nothing but moan as Karen's
Speaker 1: fingers explored the entrance to her sex, her finger nowt
Speaker 1: teasing her swollen clit. Suret had spoken on this in
Speaker 1: drunken moments. Karen had even confessed once that she would
Speaker 1: love to try something with Lisa, but still, it was
Speaker 1: a surprise of the wave of pleasures it created. Lisa's
Speaker 1: pussy clutched along her fingers, grasping, wanting more as she
Speaker 1: stroked the walls of her pussy, discovering that one velvety
Speaker 1: patch that did nothing but filled Lisa's mind with lustful thoughts.
Speaker 1: As she pushed her pussy back with urgency onto Karen's
Speaker 1: thrusting fingers, Lisa could feel the vibrations of her moans
Speaker 1: pulsing in Trevor's cock as he pushed into her mouth.
Speaker 1: Even in sleep, his passion was intense, sliding her lips
Speaker 1: up and down his length, her fingers finding his tightening balls,
Speaker 1: massaging them. Her own body was trembling on the verge
Speaker 1: of the precipice as a tip of Karen's tongue flicked
Speaker 1: along the folds of her pussy, the heat of her
Speaker 1: breath scorching Lisa's sex as Karen's thumb rubbed over Lisa's clip,
Speaker 1: forcing her knees to tremble. Fuck, she was coming. She
Speaker 1: didn't plan on it this way. She gagged a little
Speaker 1: as Trevor's cock found a throat, her moan stifled by
Speaker 1: his swollen erection filling her mouth as a wave of
Speaker 1: pleasure exploded through her body, lifting her head as Karen's
Speaker 1: fingers dropped from a still trembling pussy, she turned, gasping slightly.
Speaker 1: I want him inside me, she whispered as she stared
Speaker 1: into Karen's eyes, before leaning in and kissing her deeply,
Speaker 1: their tongue sharing Lisa's pleasure. Karen's hand rose to her breast,
Speaker 1: squeezing it tightly through her scrubs jacket, before pulling her
Speaker 1: lips away. From Lisa's. She pointed to the lifting pole
Speaker 1: over the bed. A handle dangled from it, designed to
Speaker 1: support patients in need, and Lisa was definitely in need.
Speaker 1: It's a monkey pole, then, Karen said, grinning. Stepping out
Speaker 1: of her scrub pants, Lisa grasped the handle, lifting herself
Speaker 1: up toward the bed, Karen's hand supporting her ass and
Speaker 1: guiding her as she lowered herself over Trevor, her knee
Speaker 1: spreading either side of him, careful not to press on
Speaker 1: anywhere that might hurt him. She eventually found the edge
Speaker 1: of the bed, hold onto the handling case. Karen whispered,
Speaker 1: her hands grasping the overhead handle tightly, she moved her
Speaker 1: hips slowly, trying to move her pussy into position over
Speaker 1: his waiting cock. Karen sighed and said, let me help
Speaker 1: her hand grasping Trevor's throbbing erection, she stroked it as
Speaker 1: she whispered, Oh, he does feel good, much better than
Speaker 1: James's hands off, that's mine, Lisa replied. Currently, Karen just
Speaker 1: giggled as a rather hand massaged Lisa's faulds, parting them,
Speaker 1: pressing Trevor's cock where it needed to be. As Lisa
Speaker 1: lowered herself on to his waiting erection. Karen's fingers lingered
Speaker 1: on her clip, rubbing it as Lisa's pussy stretched around
Speaker 1: his girth, forcing a deep moan from Lisa's mouth. Slowly,
Speaker 1: Lisa lifted herself up and down on the lifting pole,
Speaker 1: the length of Trevor's hard cock filling her pushing along
Speaker 1: the walls of her pussy, sending bolts of electricity ricocheting
Speaker 1: through her. Nissa's body trembled with the slow build up
Speaker 1: of an intense orgasm. Karen lifted Glese's scrubs jacket and
Speaker 1: eased her breast out of the entrapment of her bra,
Speaker 1: her tongue circling her erect, pink nub before sucking it
Speaker 1: between her teeth, sending a wildfire of uncontrollable desire cascading
Speaker 1: down Lisa's body. Her pussy grasped his cock as her
Speaker 1: kneed swelled inside. Suddenly, strong fingers grasped her ass tightly,
Speaker 1: holding her as Trevor thrust deep inside. Years of unfulfilled
Speaker 1: need swamped their bodies as his cock pulsed harder and harder,
Speaker 1: That beautiful intensity burned in his eyes, just the same
Speaker 1: as it had all those years ago, he growled, in
Speaker 1: that perfect way that took her straight back to the river.
Speaker 1: Her body trembled as he thrust with her need, the
Speaker 1: sound of his pleasure vibrating deep inside her. Lisa clung
Speaker 1: to the handle, desperate not to hurt him, as her
Speaker 1: orgasm exploded, forcing her to bite on her arms to
Speaker 1: suppress a moans. As a pussy continued to grasp his cockcungrly,
Speaker 1: forcing that beautiful eruption of his come deep inside his grouse,
Speaker 1: subsiding into moans and then pants. Karen moved her hands
Speaker 1: up Lisa's body, helping her to lower it gently into
Speaker 1: Trevor's waiting arms. I'll leave you two to it, she said,
Speaker 1: as she turned and left. Well that was a good
Speaker 1: way to say hi, he said quietly, Trevor. There is
Speaker 1: so much I have to say, so much I need
Speaker 1: to apologize for so many ways I treated you badly.
Speaker 1: But I have only got a few minutes before my
Speaker 1: shift starts. Shell bait. I'm a little too old and
Speaker 1: too experienced to expect much from a teenager with a
Speaker 1: head full of dreams. Come back later after your shift
Speaker 1: and we can talk. There's something else I'm just going
Speaker 1: to say it, and if you can't accept it, then
Speaker 1: i'll understand. Just say it already, Trevor whispered, how do
Speaker 1: you feel about kids? I love kids, She's never been
Speaker 1: in a position to have them, but we'd have to
Speaker 1: be quick. I'm not exactly getting any younger. Gently sliding
Speaker 1: off the bed and putting her scrubpants back on, she
Speaker 1: whispered too late. As she retrieved the photo from her
Speaker 1: back pocket. She handed it to Trevor and turn to leave.
Speaker 1: I'll be back later, she called, back, walking down the corridor,
Speaker 1: the warm caress of their mutual pleasure teasing her thighs,
Speaker 1: grinning wildly. Trevor looked at the photo. Just as cute
Speaker 1: as your mum, he whispered as he placed it on
Speaker 1: the nightstand and returned to sleep. So that brings our
Speaker 1: little story to an end, but until next week when
Speaker 1: we can get wild in bed all over again with
Speaker 1: another story. This is Devil and Wild Wishing use Elacious
Speaker 1: Dreams as a year in acting at