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Subject: {ASSM} New Years Resolutions Pt 2 (mF, tease, little sex, humor)
Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2003 09:10:03 -0500
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As I don't control the USENET, and certainly don't control who reads it, 
I request that you don't read it if you shouldn't be reading it.  Like 
that would have stopped me at that age.

This text is copyright 2003 by Ron Garrret and may not be archived on 
any system aside from the assm archive for the specified period as 
defined in the headers.  It may not be re-posted except in its entirety 
with this notice intact and unmodified.  It may not be displayed nor 
linked to by any commercial service without prior permission secured in 
writing with a valid contract.

I welcome comments, but I'm not looking for partners.

Most of all, I hope you enjoy the work.

-=-=-

New Years Resolutions Pt 2 (mF, tease, little sex)
    	    	By Ron Garret

"Oh, honey," my mother gushed, "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when you woke 
up last night, but I was a disaster, and the nurse assured me that you'd 
likely not really be awake at all until this morning."

"It's ok, it's fine," I reassured her.  "I was hardly awake at all last 
night anyway, so it's not like you could have really visited me.  
Besides, I didn't even wake up until after visiting hours were over."

"Hey there," said Josh as he entered the room.  Wow, what the hell was 
he wearing?  Was that a trendy sweater and collared shirt?  Was he 
trying to impress someone?  Ha, if he was, then too damn bad.  She's 
mine, damn it.

"Hey there," I replied, waving my left hand as my right was quietly 
being snugged down again.  Ahh, at least Terri can remember the nurse's 
orders.  Oh ghads, I was..

"You sure you're alright?" asked my ever perceptive mother.  "You look a 
little, umm, bright today."  That, of course, didn't help at all.

"Fine, fine," I quickly said.  "It's the, umm, the breakfast tray..  The 
nurse said that if I didn't eat, the medicines might raise my 
temperature."  There, hopefully that'll cover the sweat on my forehead 
that suddenly developed as well as the blush.

"Oh," replied my mother.  "I didn't even think about that.  Do you want 
us to wait while you eat?"

"No, it's fine," I said, shifting and discovering that there was still a 
head that really didn't like being moved around.  "Really," I continued 
with a grimace.

Terri chose that moment to speak up, "He's actually being difficult.  
Since he can't use his right hand due to the IV and he can't really sit 
up, he can't really feed himself.  Perhaps we can all take turns feeding 
him until he stops being difficult and accepts that perhaps we're here 
to support him."

That got a raised eyebrow from my mother, who is pretty damn close to 
one of the smartest people I know.  "You must have had a horrible 
night," she noted.  "You look to be in the same clothes as you were 
yesterday."  Ugh, Mom's tossing the screwballs today.

"Yeah," tossed in Josh helpfully.

"I felt awful," said Terri.  "I couldn't even lay down without feeling 
nauseas.  Here he was, laying in a hospital bed, because I couldn't be 
bothered to think beyond where I was going to make my next purchase.  My 
parents virtually ordered me to return to the hospital, if for no other 
reason than that they might get a good night's sleep at least."  She 
even tossed in a few tears for effect. A masterful performance.  And the 
batter solidly connects with the ball, which makes a screaming line 
towards the back field wall..  Going, going..

"Your parents ordered you out of the house with a run in your stocking 
large enough to be seen across the street?" asked my mother.  The center 
fielder makes a run for the wall, leaps up, mitt held high...

"Of course not, my mother made me get some fresh ones, but I had been so 
worried, I just left them in the car.  But you're right, I'd best leave 
you to feed him and I'll just go run down there and change.  Be sure to 
ask the nurse to explain yet again what sized morsels and what parts of 
the breakfast he can and can't have," replied Terri, her tone of voice 
equal in tiredness and offense.  

AND IT'S GONE!  Mom knew that she had been out witted, at least for now.  
It was hard to send zingers towards someone who only wanted to think 
about me.  So instead she went on a different track, switching sports, 
apparently choosing a soccer team with a few good strikers.  "By the 
way, my name is Louise.  I figure that my son's new girlfriend can call 
me that, though it seems that I've yet to hear your name.  Were you 
waiting worriedly in this room all night with Ron?  It was you who had 
the recliner extended," she added as a rhetorical question, indicating 
the chair that was, indeed, still extended.

I'm not sure why, but my eyes flicked over to look at Josh, and I saw 
him deflate a bit.  I really felt like telling him that he shouldn't 
give up yet, Terri might just deny being my girlfriend, leaving open..  
Ugh, there's a situation I was not ready for.  Terri considered rallying 
her best goalie, but instead decided to meet the bull by her horns.

"Well, my name is Terri," she replied, "and yes, I should have known we 
couldn't fool you.  I stayed in the room last night, mostly because I 
was so worried about him."  Whoops, looked like Josh was about to fall 
over.  Poor guy.  "I know that I hardly knew you, or your son, but I 
felt so gosh darn responsible that it would seem cold and callus to just 
leave him here all night long all alone."

"At least you had the wisdom to use the chair instead of crawling into 
bed with him to keep him warm," replied my mother who can strike hard 
and fast when she wanted to.  Oh gawd, that had best be her nostrils 
flaring in anger and not smelling anything, or I'm dead.

I learned something about Terri at that moment.  If you hit at her, 
you'd best be ready for the come back.  "Of course I didn't crawl into 
bed with him, at least not yet.  Though I certainly intend upon doing so 
at the earliest opportunity.  Shall we plan on using his bed or mine?  
And you need not worry about grand children right away, we plan on using 
protection."

I pushed the button.

My mother had just founded the local Olympic Marksman Federation and was 
readying both barrels to lay into Terri when the nurse came stomping in, 
glared at me, my mother, my new girlfriend and my best friend in the 
world.  "Hospital rules," she hissed, sizing up the situation quite 
well, "forbid cat fights in the ward.  Furthermore, we do not give 
discounts at this hospital for Mother/Son stays.  Retract the claws, 
Terri, before you give his mother a heart attack.  And Mrs. Krieger, I 
sincerely apologize for breaking hospital rules by letting this young 
woman stay in the room with your son last night.  I can assure you that 
they were constantly monitored and nothing went on that should not have.  
I must say, however, that the other nurses and I are setting up a pool 
as to their wedding date, and that it might be a welcome idea to take a 
short break, let your son get some food into his system while you divest 
yourself of what you had just planned to say."  She made eye contact 
with my mother, Terri, then myself, nodded her head, and then started 
for the door.  She grabbed Josh by the scruff of his neck almost 
absently on her way out, muttering that such family moments should not 
be on display and that she would find something for him to do while he 
waited.

That nurse... My mind wandered in the silence, casually wondering if she 
does this to every victim on the floor or if indeed I was just getting 
special treatment.  I also wondered if Josh was going to gain further 
ground on me by getting his second oral treatment, or if he would blaze 
a trail for me out of virginhood.  Or if he'd be coloring some sheets of 
paper in the peanut gallery.  Who knows, with whom he was leaving with.

I'm not exactly sure what happened while I was musing about my friend 
and the wacky nurse, but when I looked at my mother and Terri, they had 
apparently signed some peace accord, exchanged ambassadors, gave each 
other most favored nation status, and indeed become fast allies.  My 
mother noted, "Well, you see to it that he eats what he should, only a 
little of what he shouldn't.  I can see that he's in fine hands, though 
you might want to take a break for a few minutes to go change into some 
of your purchases.  I'm sure that the hospital really does not like 
people wandering around with blood stains.  It might make people 
question their abilities."

"Of course, Louise," replied Terri, apparently completely at ease.  
"I'll go do so right after breakfast.  Was he a really messy eater as a 
toddler?  Should I ask the nurse for a bib?"

A BIB?!?  "No," replied my mother, lowering my hackles a bit, "unless 
you're going to be wearing it.  He has always liked to talk while he 
eats, and he seems to spray things everywhere."  To our mutual glows and 
embarrassed silence, my mother walked out of the room, noting she'd stop 
in after work, so long as Terri kept her updated during the day.

-=-=-

I got fed, without talking, and without spraying anything else.  Terri 
mumbled quietly that she was going to go change, and for the first time 
in a long time, I was alone.  Which was not entirely a bad thing, 
because I desperately needed to think.  Marriage?  I'm too young to 
think about something like that, besides, I had just met her, and..  And 
maybe we would be going to bed with each other.  I was still unsure if 
that was actually going to happen or not, though my mother seemed to 
accept that we were going to.

Another nurse slipped into the room, did the normal vitals check, then 
pulled the plug on my arm.  "It might hurt," she warned me after she was 
done.  It did, it continued to hurt as well.  "I'll be back with some 
pills in a few minutes, and the doctor should be in to see you soon."  
Efficient, and not caring.  But as a side benefit, I could actually say 
something as she left, though I really didn't feel like it.

The doctor came in just before the nurse did.  A very welcome change, as 
it was the same general practitioner that I've had all my life. I 
greeting Dr. Ng with a smile and an off handed wave.  "You warned me 
that if I didn't stop thinking about girls I'd end up in the hospital," 
I tossed towards him.  Whatever response he was going to give me, it 
became professional as the nurse entered.  He was inspecting my eyes as 
the nurse was trying to force the pills and a little water down my 
throat.  It was not a comfortable combination, but it apparently suited 
the nurse well, since she could leave the room in just moments.

With her leaving, the doctor returned to his old self.  "I was right, 
wasn't I," he said with a grin.  "What's her name?  The nurses were all 
abuzz when I came in, and I half expected her to be here with you 
still."

"Terri," I replied with a happy grin.  "She's rather nice."


"Nice?" echoed the doctor with a laugh.  "Rumors have it that before you 
leave, the hospital chaplain will be performing a service contrary to 
the one he usually does on this floor.  I actually think he reserves 
those for the maternity ward."

"No way," I replied.  "I'm still just a kid!"

"You forget who does your yearly physicals," replied the doctor.  "You 
exited kidhood a long time ago.  But yes, perhaps it is premature for 
marriage.  Is there anything you want to ask me about, umm.."  He paused 
to consider a delicate way of saying sex, it was pretty obvious, and 
well, pretty funny.  Dr. Ng was a Korean doctor who came over to this 
country during their war, and while he had adjusted to most every 
Americanism, they never came naturally to him.

"Nahh, I think I got it down, they teach that stuff in schools over 
here," I replied, having a bit of fun with him, since he always took 
what I said so literally.  His face indeed indicated his considering how 
they might be teaching sex education, and why so many parents might be 
uncomfortable with it.  It'd be pretty funny to display whatever 
thoughts he was having up on a movie screen.  I decided to take him off 
the hook though, and get back to, well, me.  "How long will I be in 
here," I asked.

Ahh, business.  "Tonight will be your last night.  It doesn't seem like 
you have any serious swelling in there, but they'll double check that 
with a CAT scan.  I think you'll find that pretty interesting, they 
stick your head in a donut and this thing twirls around you.  This is 
one of the first hospitals to get this, and it is safer than an x-ray, 
and more sensitive as well.  I won't be interpreting the images, 
however.  They have some experts trained to do that..  Us peons in the 
medical world are only fit to refer patients like yourself into their 
exhaled presence."

I had to smile at that, because there is nothing funnier to me than when 
Dr. Ng trying to be sarcastic.  "I'm sure," I replied with a chuckle, 
which still didn't feel like the best of ideas.  I remembered a line 
from a cartoon and I noted, with a mock groan, "Doctor, it only hurts 
when I laugh."

"Well then, we'll have to remove your sense of humor," replied the 
doctor, coming up with his own return line.  "In the mean time, do what 
the nurses tell you to do, and think of this as an opportunity to spend 
time with your lady love, but no hanky panky."

"Yes, Dr. Ng," I replied, trying to pretend I was disappointed.  He 
liked that sort of thing, such as when he told me during my physicals 
that I shouldn't lift more than a thousand pounds.  His brand of humor, 
what can I say.  He turned to leave, then stopped and came back to the 
bed.

"Actually," he noted, "your birthday is in a few days, isn't it?"  I 
nodded, unsure what this had to do with the price of tea in China, or 
kimchee in Korea, or whatever.

"Ahh, right, I thought you were on my calendar.  I'll see you then, 
unless the scans show anything drastic."  With that, the good doctor 
left the room.

And I fell asleep, stupid pills.

-=-=-

There were several people in the room when I woke back up, working 
industriously to turn my hospital bed into a movable object.  Which 
apparently took very little effort.  I heard Terri wish me luck, and I 
gave her a groggy thumbs up as I was wheeled out of the room and down to 
an elevator.  I was awake and asleep at the same time, it seemed.  It 
was sort of using the fast forward on one of those VCRs.  See something 
in the distance, darkness, you're there, darkness, you're down the way 
from there, darkness, etc.

I only vaguely remember the huge donut they eventually wheeled me to, 
mostly because of the pain of being transferred to the thin table and 
basically having my sore head taped to a board.  They decided that 
putting me down on my cracked skull was better than my cracked nose, 
since the machine apparently liked only tops or bottoms.

When I was put back into my bed, the pain was receding, and so was I.  I 
didn't really pay any attention to the trip back, and I was again asleep 
once, I guess, we reached the room.  Hell, they could have put me 
through a car wash, and I wouldn't have known.

-=-=-

I woke up hungry again, it was dark outside, and inside the room as 
well.  It took a few moments to focus, which Terri used to fill me in 
with what was happening.  "Josh never came back, which kind of worries 
me, considering who he left with.  Your mother just left, visiting hours 
are about to end, and it's nearly 8 o'five."  That held some 
significance, but I wasn't up to speed yet, so I let the time just be 
something to think about later.  "Dinner is here, you ready to try a bit 
of it?"

I was, even if my brain wasn't quite engaged yet, my stomach was taking 
the lead.  "Yeah," I croaked.  Which got me a cup put in my face with 
instructions to sip.  I sipped.  After another, I felt reasonably able 
to use my voice.  "Thank you," I said, meaning more than just the cup, 
but I wasn't awake enough to add on anything quite yet.

"You're welcome," she replied in a tone that indicated that my message 
had been received.  "Ready, or do you want to finish waking up first?"  
I opted for the delay.

"Just a minute or two," I replied, my longest string of words for quite 
some time.

She shifted a bit, and brought something from behind her back, 
displaying it for me.  "Just warn me when you're ready so I can be 
prepared."  My eyes caught the white thing flapping in the wind, so to 
speak.  A damn bib.

"Hey," I started, feeling kind of angry.  However, my mouth was left 
open as my eyes sent an urgent message to my brain..  'We interrupt this 
program for an important message,' it said, then turned things over to 
my groin, who heartily approved of Terri's clothing.  This was certainly 
an outfit that would not work for winter, even a Southern California 
winter.  Holy shit!  "Wow," was the intelligent response from a brain 
being flooded by hormones.

She turned and posed so that I could get the full effect.  Stockings 
were gone, so was the skirt.  In their place was short-shorts that had 
to require a small army to get into.  Feet were sleeved in healed 
sandals, a thin strap between some toes helped keep it on.  The eyes 
traveled upwards so that I could enjoy the fact that her modest breasts 
were less than modestly encased in a knit tube top.  In fact, if that 
tube top was any lower, it'd be supporting her nipples.  Her blond hair 
was held up in a casual pony tail that really brought out the features 
of her face, and it was a distinct pleasure to not be distracted by 
stray hairs failing in front of her eyes.  My dick was trying to detach 
itself from me so that it could wander over to her and say high, or at 
least that was what it felt like.

She noticed the sudden arrival and grinned mischievously, "Oh?  Does 
someone need to piss first?"  Before I could respond in the affirmative, 
the door was pushed open by Josh, followed by my favorite nurse.  Josh 
had been dressed to the nines earlier, right now, he looked like had 
spent most of the day with those clothes in a pile.  I wasn't sure if I 
should try to give him a high five or curse up a blue streak to get the 
two of them out of there.

"I really wish you two would actually watch the clock more," noted the 
nurse sourly.  "I brought back your friend, he's just staying for a 
moment, then he's going home.  He's a bit tired.  And you," she said, 
pointing at the confused lump halfway up the bed, "can wait until he's 
had some food."  Her eyes looked over to Terri and she gave a wide 
smile.  "Oooh, I knew that you had it in you.  Wow," she said, elbowing 
the off-center Josh.  "Doesn't she just look good enough to eat?  What a 
sexy outfit..  If I liked things that way, or even leaned a little in 
that direction, I'd be all over her."  Josh looked where indicated and 
vacantly.  I really wanted to know what the hell happened to him.

Temp, pulse, grope, wave, sashay out.  The nurse's visit was thankfully 
brief.  Josh watched all this with tired detachment.  "What happened to 
you, Josh?  You're acting like I did most of the day, but I don't think 
that anyone slipped you one of my pills by accident."  Even Terri looked 
concerned, and she was almost on the tip of her toes so that she could 
hear what was up, which didn't help me any, since that almost pulled 
down her tube top, and I could barely see the tips of her areola.

Mr. Happy decided to go take a union break as Josh went into his day.  
Nothing prepared me, not even his stance, for the details.

-=-=-

"The nurse," he explained, "hauled me out of the room, as you know.  
Once we were out of the room, she smiled at me, ruffled my hair, and 
asked me if I wanted to go home with her."  He had the decency to blush, 
the lucky dog.

"We got there, and she said goodbye to some lady and then she invited me 
inside.  She stretched her arms up in the air and tiredly asked if I 
would do her just a little favor, help her get out of something 
uncomfortable so that she could sleep like a baby," he continued.  Ahh, 
man, the things he must have learned..  Stuff that.. well, stuff that 
hopefully I'd be learning soon.

He agreed and she went into the bedroom, with him following.  She turned 
around, removed her jacket, and she had on a tight corset, the source of 
those incredibly full boobs.  "Help me get out of this," she asked 
cattily, and Josh was more than eager to learn that particular lesson, 
especially for the visual treat at the end.

Once she was out of it, and she had dropped her hospital skirt, he said 
that she was just wearing stockings, garters, and underwear that didn't 
even have a crotch!  She laid back on the bed, tiredly swung her arms 
over her head, exhibiting her boobs to their full effect, slightly 
spread her legs giving him a fantastic view and casually asked him if he 
wanted to find out what it was like to be a husband.

He said yes so fast that not even the Flash could have done it better 
and he was in the process of pulling off his clothing when she said, 
"Good!  The formula is in the sink, the twins in the next room, wake me 
at six."  And with that, she pulled a quilt over her semi-nude body 
and..  And the sucker actually left the room to do what he was told.

-=-=-

"Oh my gawd," said Terri, with a shaky voice, "I can't believe she did 
that to you!"  Josh agreed and noted that twin boys who were ten months 
old did not rest during the day, not at all, or if they did, never at 
the same time.  He described the adventure of changing diapers after 
reading completely useless instructions on the package, the fun of 
figuring out how to warm formula, the shear orgasmic joy of finding 
pieces of Cheerios in places he's even shy to wash.

"It was hell, the whole day, absolutely hell."  And then Josh got a shy 
smile, and corrected himself, "Well, until the sun went down, then it 
got a bit better..  A whole lot better."

"What," I asked with baited breath.  "Did the twins go to sleep?  Were 
you asked to take out the trash, or pay the bills?"  He blushed, shook 
his head, and didn't say anything.  "Well, tell us," I said in 
exasperation.  "What happened after the sun went down?"

"My pants went down, and my shorts went down, and she went down," he 
replied smugly, like the cat who just finished eating the canary.  
Fucker, that's twice, and he's still a damn virgin.. Or was he?

"Did you fuck too," I asked, interestingly in chorus with Terri.  Josh 
had to repeat himself because she and I were locked in not quite a 
staring contest, more like a 'Damn (girl/boy), you really got fucking on 
the brain.  You should screw someone' type look.

"I said," repeated Josh, apparently quite annoyed that we weren't 
listening to him, "that she took whatever I had in me to do something 
like that."  He actually got petulant and sulkily noted that we should 
get a room.  Well, we had a room, and a night, together.  Even hearing 
about my best friend getting a blow job took second seat to such 
thoughts.

The nurse chose that moment to tromp back in, scratch Josh gently under 
the chin and say, "Come now, Daddy-o, visit hours are over, and after 
today, I'd think you'd be ready to have a nice, long, sound sleep.  She 
moved next to him, and spied the Terri and I, and continued talking to 
Josh.  "Me thinks that your friends have their own ideas, so you'll have 
to crow about your day at my house some other time, but best be careful, 
lest they crow right back at you.  And I wouldn't bother coming by in 
the morning, I have a feeling that Terri will be seeing to Ron's 
discharge."  To us, she added, "Nine o'five, I'll be back in here.  I 
want to see both of you well fed and rested."  She reached down and 
hauled Josh out by the front of his pants.  "Did I ever tell you how I 
like to thank men who perform their fatherly duties so well," was the 
last that we heard as the door closed behind them.

-=-=-

To be continued...

I want to thank all those who sent e-mails about this story, which 
overwhelmingly seems to be the crowd favorite so far.  It made it pretty 
easy to choose which story to continue with, and the next part will have 
Ron and Terri's eventful night in the hospital, as well as his 
discharge, so to speak.

I will be going through these stories at a later date and polishing up 
the many rough spots, as well as cleaning up some mistakes.  Mostly, I 
decided to just continue writing and let the chips fall where they will.  
I'm as curious as you are where this story is going.

As always, comments are welcome at rongarret2000-assm@yahoo.com

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