“A man does what he must in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures. That is the basis of all human mortality.” Winston Churchill

I have been in the room for three days. Observation, I am told, but I feel fine or so I thought.

Casey, my night nurse, strolled into my room. She always came to see me for a few minutes before her shift started. I gazed slowly up and down her frame. She had the curvy hips of a woman that was meant to breed, orange sized tits and soft, long, brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Today it was let down, which gave a look of a sultry goddess with legs that met heaven.

I thought to myself, ‘The man she allows by her side is one very lucky individual.’

Her scrubs fit her like warm honey. The accent of her body would make even a dead man hard. Since my time in the hospital, Casey and I have become good friends. A flirt here and there, a subtle innuendo from time to time, and I got her to laugh, which made me feel pretty good.

Sighing and inward sigh, ‘My old self has returned.’

“Hey Storm, I hear your leaving us in the morning,” Casey asked.

“Yeah, the Doc gave me my hall pass,” I laughed.

She sat down in the chair by the open door and sighed, “I’m going to miss you.”

The next morning I awoke, took a shower and dressed in the shirt and jeans Lindsey had brought from my house. I shaved, splashed cologne and looked in the mirror and said to my reflection, “Storm, it’s time.”

Casey arrived with the wheelchair and chirped, “Here's your ride out of here.”

I never fully understood why, if you could walk, talk and breathe, why in the fuck you needed to sit in a wheelchair to leave.

As the elevator doors closed, she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You have touched me in ways you will never know. I know what you did for that little girl,” then kissed my cheek softly as she slid a piece of paper in my shirt pocket.

“Give me a call sometime,” she said as she kissed my battered face just above my still swollen eye.

As Casey wheeled me to the exit, I met the brightness of the day and took a deep breath, grimacing at the reminder of that motherfucker who stabbed me.

My first thought was, ‘That blob and his boys are going to pay.’

The Lyft pulled up in front of the hospital and a saucy looking Latina waved a hello and asked, “Mr. Storm?”

With a nod, I got up from the wheelchair, turned and gave Casey a wink and patted the piece of paper in my shirt pocket and got in to the Lyft. It was time now to execute the plan I had formed for redemption.

I was sipping my usual Walker Black when I heard the door chime. As I opened the door, the only words I got out were, “Lindsey, what are,” before I was slammed against the open door. A wild, possessed woman kissed me hard. Her two hands were grabbing, searching, clawing and tearing at me. Buttons started flying as she ripped my shirt open, I was smothered by a passion not seen or felt in years. Lindsey looked up into my eyes and I saw the burning lust of a possessed woman. She kissed me again and reached for my belt.

Maintaining eye contact, she unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans.

She said with a smirk, “Going commando these days, eh?”

Her delicate hand reached in and found my now hard steel. She wrapped her hand around it, drawing a long moan from my gut. I braced the door and didn't say a word, lost in the mixed pain and agony that ripped through my body.

As my jeans opened, she slithered to her knees, taking my jeans with her. My cock sprung from them and slapped her cheek. I looked down and saw the hazel eyes locked on mine. A smile formed on her lips and she took the head slowly into her mouth swallowing my length. Her cheeks hollowed and backed in as her tongue began swirling my slit. She slowly sucked me to mid shaft up and down repeatedly, while her hand massaged and rolled my heavy nut sack delicately.

She worked my cock faster; a sense of urgency drove her. I throbbed, I thickened and I spewed pre cum on her tongue. She lapped it up hungrily as she quickened her pace as she sucked.

Her fingers massaged my sack deeper and rolled slowly backwards. I felt her fingertip press my star. I groaned at the pressure. She began to suck so hard, my body shook and my legs were shaky and weak. She pushed her finger deliberately into my ass, with purpose.

“FUUUCCKKKKK,” I howled as I saw stars and filled her mouth full of my cum.

When my body regained semi composure, I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her deeply, grunting as I tasted myself on her lips.

“Stormy, I couldn't wait all week for you to call,” she chuckled.

After we regained some semblance of normalcy, I made us a quick snack. Lindsey told me bits and pieces of her life. I caught her up on mine. We spent the rest of day reacquainting ourselves to each other.

Later that evening, we had a few drinks together. The hints, suggestions and innuendos were passed back and forth, just like old times. She spent the night and we made slow passionate love. We found that comfort zone from years past easily fit us like a well-worn glove. I slept the best sleep I'd had in months.

I woke startled, on high alert. Instinctively I reached for my gun. As I smelled the fresh coffee, I relaxed.

I wrapped the sheet around me and stumbled to the kitchen. On the coffee maker was a note. It read: Stormy, last night was fun and I want to see you later tonight. A lipstick kiss was emblazed on the paper along with her address. Be here at 6 please, I’ll have dinner waiting followed by her phone number.

I pulled into her drive at six o’clock on the dot. She lived outside the city in a rural neighborhood. The door opened before I had a chance to knock and Lindsey beckoned me in. She handed me a glass of red wine. “I’m just finishing up dinner,” she said as I followed her into the kitchen.

The smell of dinner was enticing and the noise of a busy kitchen filled my senses. She pulled a pan from the oven and motioned for me to follow her. I followed her into the dining area and stopped dead in my tracks.

”Close your mouth Baby, you'll catch flies,” she said with a hearty laugh.

”Storm, I believe you two have met. Casey is my fiancée,” she bluntly stated.

I was gobsmacked to say the least.

We sat around after dinner and I asked Lindsey about her sister. Angel was recuperating just fine and she was out with her college friends. After dinner, Casey came over and plopped her ass in my lap.

She hugged my neck and in a low, seductive knowing voice said, “I am going over to a friend’s house because my baby has something she needs to take care of. Treat her right, stud.”

With a quick kiss, she went over to Lindsey, kissed her and told her to have fun.

Lindsey took away my drink and led me to their bedroom. She started to undress me and told me to just enjoy, listen and let her thank me.

“Stormy, I love Casey and I won’t do anything to hurt her. She knows what is going to happen and she wholeheartedly approves.”

We made sweet love that night. It was a caring, tender, compassionate joining of two naked souls.

Our naked bodies intertwined. I told her what I was going to do about her sister.

SLAP.... “Fuck Lindsey, what the fuck was that for,” I asked angrily.

“You sonofabitch, my sister has been through enough,” she screamed as she took another swing at me.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her tight.

I then heard a heavy, deep sob, ”Storm, I know how dark you can go,” she said between sniffles, “I was on the team that investigated those fires and that explosion a few years back. I put two and two together and I always suspected you had a hand in those.”

I thumbed the tears from her cheeks and kissed her softly. I slid out of bed naked to get us each a fresh cup of coffee.

As I rounded the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks. Angel was sitting at the kitchen table. Her arm was still in a cast and the faded bruising was still noticeable.

She turned her head in my direction and with a once over she said giggling, “Nice outfit Storm, or should I call you Stormy?”

Three days later, in my darkened living room, I sat with unshaved stubbles covering my chin and dark circles under my eyes as I watched the news. I was slowly sipping my two fingers of Walker Black when a Faux news alert appeared on the screen.

“This is Shepard Smart reporting. A downtown warehouse exploded earlier which appears to be empty. Reports are coming in and we will keep you updated on the details as we get them.”

The phone rings, I look at it and grumbled, “Fuck me.” as I rubbed the dull throbbing ache in my temples.



When a woman touches that inner nerve, whether the first or the last, you adore her. When she shows you respect, you call her friend. This woman is my friend and has touched my story. While she will take no public credit for helping me, I Adore, Cherish, Love and Respect her…Thank you my friend.