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}{\f19\fs22 A British model engineer on a trip to the States meets a bitchy disabled woman. After an initial fight they get on well together.

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}{\f19\fs22 by obohobo

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\pard\plain \sa120\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \f11\fs20\lang2057\cgrid {\f19\fs22 \ldblquote I think I will do that,\rdblquote  Tom Peders exclaimed to himself as he read the email from his Stateside friend Chuck Walters.

<Hi Tom

Why don\rquote t you bring that heap of polished brass you call a fire engine over to our show? You can stay with us for a couple of weeks and have a tour round. If you can stay till the 24}{\f19\fs22\super th}{\f19\fs22 , we might persuade you to give a talk to our local group. We sure would be pleased to meet you after all these years.

Chuck>

Tom and Chuck had corresponded first by snail mail and now electronically for many years. They had never met but had become good enough friends to make derogatory remarks about each other\rquote s work. \lquote That heap of polished brass you call a fire engine\rquote  was actually an exquisitely crafted model of a Shand-Mason steam powered fire engine c1890 that had won a silver medal at the last Model Engineer Exhibition in London.

\ldblquote I think I will do that,\rdblquote  Tom repeated, \ldblquote There\rquote s nothing to stop me now I\rquote ve been made redundant and they gave me redundancy pay equivalent to over one year\rquote s salary so I don\rquote t really need to work for a bit. I've plenty in my savings accounts to last me a while if I live like I've been doing for the past few years.\rdblquote  The engineering firm where Tom had worked for the last twenty years, ever since he left school at 15 had been taken over by a big multinational company which had closed the tool making section and transferred it abroad. \ldblquote It\rquote s the end of September so the high season fares should have gone down.\rdblquote  

Two weeks later, Tom found himself at Gatwick Airport trying to explain the contents of the polished wooden box after it had passed through the Xray machine. He had decided the parts were too fragile to let the box pass through with the cargo hold luggage and it was small enough at about fourteen inches long to go as hand luggage. Fortunately he had made the box so the sides folded down when four toggle clasps were opened. He also had the copy of The Model Engineer that described the making of the engine. After fifteen minutes of explanation, it seemed the officers were more interested in the model than in it being a security risk.

It was a similar if somewhat different scenario when he arrived at Dulles Airport, Washington DC. After standing in line for ages to get through immigration, he finally arrived at the desk to be greeted by a rather sour woman who questioned him aggressively concerning the fact he had only $100 in cash, no travellers cheques and only one credit card. Half convincing her he wasn\rquote t going to be staying over his allotted time she then turned to the purpose of his visit. \ldblquote You\rquote ve brought a model engine to exhibit in a show here in Washington and yet you say on this form the value is \u163\'a3200, that is only $300. Surely any exhibit in a high profile show is going to be worth more than that?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote That was the cost of materials,\rdblquote  Tom replied, \ldblquote I put my own time in and don\rquote t charge myself for the pleasure.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote But you might easily sell it for a lot more?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I wouldn\rquote t sell it Ma\rquote am. I\rquote ve put too much of my time and effort into making it to want to sell it.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote But you could easily sell it,\rdblquote  the officer insisted.

\ldblquote Ma\rquote am, why would I want to do that? All I would get was money. Everyone has that. It's common stuff. No one in the world has a fire engine like mine. It\rquote s unique. I will not be selling it.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote How else are you going to pay for your nineteen day stay?\rdblquote  Tom tried to convince her that he was staying with friends and he wouldn\rquote t be needing that much money and in any case he had a credit card but the woman just seemed to lose patience and reached under the table to ring for assistance. Another woman officer came and from her appearance seemed senior to the desk officer. Tom was lead away to an office. 

\ldblquote I am Captain Karen Bradley. I\rquote m sorry we have had to detain you but it seems you may be bringing a valuable item into the country and could sell it here. If that happened Uncle Sam would want his cut.\rdblquote  Karen smiled at him.

\ldblquote At least she seems more pleasant,\rdblquote  thought Tom as he went into the spiel again about the purpose of his visit and how under no circumstances would the engine be sold. 

Karen had him open the box and gasped at the sight. She had never seen a model as beautiful. \ldblquote This had got to be worth $20,000 dollars of anybody\rquote s money,\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote But I can see why you wouldn\rquote t want to sell it\rdblquote . There was a pause, and then more questions, this time on the model and what it represented and how it was made. Tom didn\rquote t mind showing her but it was now over two hours since the plane had landed and Chuck would be waiting and he hadn\rquote t even picked up the remainder of his luggage yet. Putting this to Karen, she apologised made a phone call and went on, \ldblquote Mr. Peders, your arrival has been announced so your friends will know you are here. Now back to business. I should ask for a bond for $20,000 from you to allow you into the country with this. You would get that bond money back when you left with it but I guess it would be difficult for you to raise that amount. I see you are staying in the Bluewaters Lake area which is not too far away, if I set the bond at $1,000 will your credit card stand that?\rdblquote  Tom nodded. Karen went on, \ldblquote If I set it at that low figure would you agree to give a talk to the Potomac Women\rquote s Guild on Thursday week?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I will if I can get there, it depends on what Chuck is doing.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote That\rquote s no problem, I or someone will pick you up.\rdblquote  

Eventually Tom was able to get through immigration and customs and meet Chuck. Like Tom, Chuck was down to earth and the pair laughed and joked all the way to Chuck\rquote s house. This was far larger than Tom\rquote s place but not as grand as many of the places they passed en route. Mary was much more of a socialite. Her face was well made up and she was neatly and correctly dressed. Tom guessed she was one for keeping up appearances. Nevertheless she was friendly and polite and Tom soon sat down to a huge meal. Jet lag and his biological clock overcame him soon after.

Next morning, Tom was up early having slept only a few hours. Slipping down to Chuck\rquote s workshop he looked at some of the equipment and magazines for a couple of hours before Chuck appeared and they went through it together. Later at breakfast Mary reminded Chuck of the family reunion on Saturday.

\ldblquote Sorry to spring this on you Tom,\rdblquote  Chuck said, \ldblquote It\rquote s been planned for while. Mostly it\rquote s Mary\rquote s family. I was an only child but she is one of ten all girls and they like to get together every now and then. We\rquote ve rented an area in the park for a cook-out so we hope for good weather otherwise everyone will cram in here. Could be fifty or more people. If you don\rquote t want to come, you can stay here but if the day is nice, then you\rquote ll find the park is a pleasant place to be. There\rquote s a lake that\rquote s about two miles long and the park itself is about ten miles by five so you should find plenty to see and do if our family is not your cup of tea. From what you have said in your letters, I gather you are not much into partying.\rdblquote  

Tom agreed to go with the flow and mix as best he could. \ldblquote I forgot to tell you last night that I have been asked to give a talk to the Potomac Women\rquote s Guild on Thursday week.\rdblquote  He went on to explain the circumstances. 

Chuck laughed, \ldblquote You watch yourself there buddy. They are mostly widows and singles and will have the pants off you in no time.\rdblquote  Mary chided her husband but didn\rquote t contradict him.

Saturday was bright and clear and warm without being over hot. Tom tried to mix with the guests for a while but quickly became bored with idle conversation and most people were chatting in groups on family matters and he did not want to intrude. In any case they were well dressed and while he was in his best casual clothes, against the others they seemed ill fitting and his straggly beard suggested to them he was a hill-billy. Indeed he heard one woman enquire of her friend if he was one of the mountain folk. Chuck was kept busy serving and cooking food so had little time to speak with Tom.

Wandering aimlessly around he noticed a girl in a wheelchair sitting alone in the shade of a tree. He\rquote d seen her pushed there nearly an hour before and was surprised no one went near or spoke to her. Feeling a little lonely and out of things he went over.

\ldblquote Good morning, I\rquote m Tom,\rdblquote  he greeted the girl. Immediately his eyes took in the fact that she had no legs and her head and face were rather distorted and elongated.

With a hostile look the girl who Tom guessed was a few years younger than he, sourly replied, \ldblquote What do you want?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Just thought you might like a bit of company miss. You\rquote ve been sitting here alone for a while.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Piss off.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Charming!\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You talk funny.\rdblquote  

\ldblquote Is that why you told me to piss off?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No. No one ever comes to talk to me. They look the other way.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Are you one of the family?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What\rquote s it to you? Why are you here anyway? You gate-crashing?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No, I\rquote m not gate-crashing. I\rquote m a friend of Chuck\rquote s from England. I\rquote m staying with him for another fortnight.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Fortnight? That\rquote s fourteen days right?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Yes. Sorry I forgot you people don\rquote t use the term. So what\rquote s your name?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sod you.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sodyou. That\rquote s an unusual name. Are you part of the family?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Mind your own business.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sodyou, do they leave you alone out here because of the way you look or the way you speak?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Stop calling me that. You know it\rquote s not my name.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No, but it sounds appropriate.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You an English gentleman?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote English but anything other than a gentleman. Especially with bitchy girls who can\rquote t run away. Are you hungry?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Someone will bring me something, -- when they think of it,\rdblquote  the girl added after a pause.

\ldblquote Why not go and get your own?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You stupid or something, Englishman? Won\rquote t get this chair near the tables with all those people crowding round and it will disgust them to see me.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote We\rquote ll see about that Sodyou.\rdblquote  Tom went behind the wheelchair and kicked the brakes off. \ldblquote Chocks away,\rdblquote  he yelled.

\ldblquote No! No! NO!\rdblquote  the girl yelled but now they were picking up speed on the slight downhill as Tom broke into a trot. Her shouting caused everyone to turn and look in their direction and those nearest the food tables scattered as the chair sped towards them seemingly out of control. At the very last moment, Tom braked and turned the chair to a stop alongside the table. Chuck was serving. 

\ldblquote Hi Chuck. This young lady is named Sodyou and she\rquote s hungry.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sod you Englishman! Stop calling me that.\rdblquote  Their arrival seemed now to be the talking point. Nearly everyone was now looking in their direction.

\ldblquote What would you like Sodyou?\rdblquote  Tom enquired.

\ldblquote Her name is Vivienne, Tom. We usually just call her Viv. She\rquote s Mary\rquote s youngest sister.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Well Viv, can I call you Viv or should I use the name you gave me?\rdblquote  

\ldblquote You can call me Vivienne, Englishman. Only my friends call me Viv.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Do you have any?\rdblquote  Tom taunted her.

\ldblquote Sod you.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Charming young lady. What would you like to eat?\rdblquote  Soon he piled a couple of plates with food and asked for a tray to put them on. He gave the tray to Vivienne to hold while he got two cartons of cola. His without ice.

\ldblquote You can drink warm cola? Yuk! I suppose you really wanted hot tea.\rdblquote  She put a lot of disgust in her voice.

\ldblquote Yes, I would rather had a nice mug of hot tea but when in Rome do as.... or rather when in America do as the Americans do. At least up to a point. Do you want to sit by a table here or go back to your tree?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Do you expect me to sit here and be gawked at? The tree of course that is if you can get there without upsetting this lot.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Watch what you get up to with her? And be careful, her tongue will tie your balls in knots.\rdblquote  Chuck called as he started to push the chair uphill along the path.

They ate almost in silence until the last of the cola was gone. Tom stood. \ldblquote I\rquote ll take the rubbish back and then we\rquote ll go for a walk.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Who says I want to? Especially with a damn stupid Englishman.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I do. You\rquote d only get bored sitting in one place. And I\rquote d like some company as well even if it is a bitchy and legless and a most unfriendly girl. Beggars can\rquote t be choosers as they say in England. As I said, I\rquote m no gentleman and you\rquote re a helpless female so you can\rquote t do much about it.\rdblquote  On his return, Tom released the brakes again and set off along the path that ran around the lake. He tried to talk to Vivienne but she seemed to have retreated inside herself and determinedly refused to answer. In fact she was rather unnerved by this man who had taken her away from her family without her really agreeing. Half a mile on they came to a rest room. 

\ldblquote You want to pee?\rdblquote  Tom asked bluntly.

She did but didn\rquote t wish him to know. \ldblquote I can\rquote t get out of the chair.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote There\rquote s a disabled one.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote There\rquote s still no trapeze for me to get out of the chair.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No problem.\rdblquote  Tom remarked leaving her to wonder what he intended. Tom pushed the chair to the door and finding it unoccupied, wheeled Vivienne inside.

\ldblquote Your not going too....\rdblquote  Vivienne broke off abruptly as Tom undid the chair\rquote s safety harness.

\ldblquote You need to pee. So do I. It will be some time before we can get you somewhere else. I won\rquote t rape you, not yet anyway. Peeing is just a body function that we all have to do so don\rquote t worry about it.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You can\rquote t mean....? Sod you!\rdblquote 

It was really too late for any protest. Tom had unzipped the bottom of her skirt. Having no legs would have meant that her pubic area would quickly have been exposed had not the bottom hem of her skirt been fastened together with a zip. For practical reasons like going to the toilet, underneath she was naked. Tom lifted her from the chair and found the skirt still wanted to fold itself under her. The only practical way he could see was to unzip the waistband and remove the skirt altogether which gave him a good view of her luxuriant bush. He sat her on the loo seat and finding herself over the opening, Vivienne was unable not to let go of her piss and blushed profusely at the sound of it tinkling in the pan. Outwardly Tom seemed unaffected. Hearing her stop he snatched a piece of paper from the roll, lifted her and wiped Vivienne dry. Again he got a good look at her bush and the rounded end of the leg stumps. Dropping the paper in the pan, Tom then massaged her cunt and felt her clit. Vivienne would have closed her legs but she didn\rquote t have any. She tried to pull his hand away but without legs she almost lost her balance.

\ldblquote Sod you bastard.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Was that the first time a man has felt you there?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You get a thrill from it?\rdblquote  Vivienne spat the words at him.

\ldblquote Yep. Viv, you needed to pee. I helped.\rdblquote  then Tom added, \ldblquote You looked pretty normal down there.\rdblquote  After replacing her skirt and returning her to the wheelchair Tom took out his cock ready to pee. It was half-hard from seeing and feeling Vivienne and knowing she was in close proximity and could see it. Lifting the seat he started his stream flowing. Vivienne watched.

\ldblquote You embarrassed me by looking so I\rquote m going to do the same to you, you goddam bastard.\rdblquote  It was the first time she had seen a man\rquote s prick close too but she wasn\rquote t about to admit it to him. However Tom wasn\rquote t embarrassed at all and when he\rquote d finished unashamedly held it close to her. \ldblquote Put the thing away. I didn\rquote t want to see it, only wanted to make you blush.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Hold it.\rdblquote  Tom ordered and took her hand and placed it around his now firmly hardened cock. Vivienne blushed and let go. \ldblquote I said hold it.\rdblquote  Tom\rquote s voice was firm and commanding. Surprising herself Vivienne again clasped her hand around Tom\rquote s manhood. \ldblquote I don\rquote t suppose you have had many boyfriends,\rdblquote  Tom went on, \ldblquote Maybe you\rquote ve never felt a man\rquote s prick before. On the other hand, I\rquote ve had a number of women and I\rquote m old fashioned enough to believe the one thing they need is for a man to be strong and dominant, particularly in relation to sexual demands. If they don\rquote t submit to me willingly they leave. As did my wife some eighteen months ago.\rdblquote  It was somewhat of an exaggeration as Tom, although outwardly dominant, was kind hearted and did what he could to please his partners.

\ldblquote But I can\rquote t leave. You have taken me away and I cannot get back easily on my own. I can cry rape and have you put away.\rdblquote  Tears came to her eyes. \ldblquote I can phone my family and get them to come and collect me.

Tom kissed her forehead. \ldblquote But you won\rquote t. Too much explaining to police and counsellors and you have already said, your family are disgusted by you. Let's continue on along the lakeside. The weather\rquote s too nice to be stuck in this bog.\rdblquote 

Slowly Tom pushed the wheelchair along the path around the lake to an area with an ice cream kiosk and a few benches overlooking the water. \ldblquote You mean you can eat cold ice cream and not drink cold cola?\rdblquote  Vivienne queried sarcastically when he offered to get them.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I have to let them melt first,\rdblquote  Tom laughed, \ldblquote But that is true. I don\rquote t though swallow great globs at a time.\rdblquote  He placed her chair by the end of the bench and for a while they watched ducks on the water and more surreptitiously, a young couple who were cuddling and kissing on a nearby bench.

Vivienne spoke. \ldblquote That\rquote s disgraceful. Doing that in public.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Why? They are not doing anything wrong. Is it because you never have?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sod you. You know no one would ever hold me like that. Not the way I am. People always look the other way when I pass by. That\rquote s one reason they put me away from the others at the reunion, to stop some of my family even, becoming too embarrassed by my presence.\rdblquote  

Tears came to her eyes and for the first time since Tom met her, she let down some of her guard. He reached round, undid her harness and lifted her on his lap. Before she could utter more than a few words in protest, Tom had cradled her and put his lips to hers. She tried to turn away, but Tom prevented it and continued to kiss her fully and passionately. The hairs of his moustache and beard tickled her face causing a little involuntary giggle. Vivienne pulled his beard and then continued trying to push him away until Tom whispered in her ear, \ldblquote Vivienne, don\rquote t fight it. It\rquote s something you ought to experience at least once in your life.\rdblquote  He stopped kissing and just snuggled her close for a while and then kissed her again. Despite her outward antagonism to him, this time she kissed back. Their pleasure was interrupted by her mobile phone.

\ldblquote Where are you Viv?\rdblquote  It was Marjorie, Vivienne\rquote s sister who had brought her to the reunion. Vivienne told her. \ldblquote But that\rquote s halfway round the other side of the lake. I was just about to leave and it will take you half an hour at least to get back here,\rdblquote  Marjorie complained, \ldblquote We were all going to the theatre and now we\rquote ll be late.

\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry, Marjorie, Tom will push me home or is he supposed to go to the show as well?\rdblquote  The statement surprised Tom.

\ldblquote No, we booked the seats before we knew he was coming. Chuck was going to stay behind with him.\rdblquote  

Tom was close enough to the phone to hear. \ldblquote Tell Chuck to go. I\rquote ll look after myself for the evening.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What are you up to that he is close enough to hear what I am saying?\rdblquote  Marjorie\rquote s voice was sharp.

\ldblquote We\rquote re sitting watching the ducks. Until Chuck gets home from the show Tom can have a look at my lathe and see if he can do the repair I\rquote ve been waiting months for Chuck to look at. Chuck did say he was a toolmaker,\rdblquote  replied Vivienne.

\ldblquote You\rquote re sure you are okay?\rdblquote  Her voice sounded doubtful. \ldblquote It\rquote s not like you to talk to anyone let alone take a man home even if it is to look and that old machine thing you\rquote ve got.\rdblquote  After assurances that Tom and she would be fine and promises to advise Chuck of the arrangement, Marjorie hung up.

\ldblquote Sounds as if you actually want to experience more of my cock,\rdblquote  Tom whispered in her ear. \ldblquote And what\rquote s this about a lathe?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No, but I don\rquote t want to put the others out,\rdblquote  Vivienne half lied. Part of her wanted to experience his cock again, the other half rebelled against it. \ldblquote And I have a Holtzapfell lathe that\rquote s a 142 years old.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I\rquote ll certainly look at the lathe part but, I am warning you, if we go into your house alone, you may well be submitting to me whether you like it or not.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote That would be rape.\rdblquote  

\ldblquote Perhaps,\rdblquote  Tom replied noncommittally.

\ldblquote We\rquote d better go,\rdblquote  Vivienne said, \ldblquote I live about a half a mile from where we held the cook-out.\rdblquote  An hour later Tom was seated in her lounge with a cup of hot tea. 

\ldblquote Can I use your loo?\rdblquote  Tom asked. 

\ldblquote Probably, but your aim will need to be better.\rdblquote  Vivienne showed him her low toilet with its two large rings hanging by chains from the ceiling. He realised now what she meant earlier about not having a trapeze in the public toilet. Everything else was lower too to accommodate her height in the wheelchair.

\ldblquote Your not going to watch to see how well I aim are you?\rdblquote  Tom asked when she didn\rquote t move from the room.

\ldblquote Just want to make sure you don\rquote t wet my floor as it is quite difficult for me to clean it.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote And you want another look at my prick.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Why should I want to see that sausage?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Because you don\rquote t often get to see one perhaps. Or perhaps you want to hold it and do the aiming?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Just do it Englishman.\rdblquote  He did. She watched. 

\ldblquote Your turn now,\rdblquote  stated Tom. \ldblquote I want to see how you manage on your own. It looks like you\rquote re a pretty independent woman to live on your own like this.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You just wanna see my pussy.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Yes, please.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sod you.\rdblquote  Nevertheless Vivienne hiked up her skirt and tucked it into her waistband, gripped both of the trapeze rings and deftly swung on to the seat. This time it took a little longer before she could start. Her bladder was nowhere near as full. 

Finishing she reached for the paper but Tom was there first. \ldblquote My job,\rdblquote  he said. This time he took a lot longer to dry her and managed to rub her slit several times in the process. 

\ldblquote You don\rquote t have to make a meal of it.\rdblquote  Vivienne snapped. 

\ldblquote You wouldn\rquote t really mind if I did.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Make a meal of it. Would you mind if I went down and ate you?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You\rquote re disgusting.\rdblquote  Vivienne\rquote s voice though belied her words.

\ldblquote You ready to for some dinner?\rdblquote  Vivienne enquired.

\ldblquote I\rquote ll eat you anytime. But if you mean food, then yes, please if you have anything in stock. It\rquote s some time and several miles from the buffet and I\rquote ve been pushing madam\rquote s carriage for hours.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I didn\rquote t ask you to.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote But it was better than just sitting alone under a tree.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Maybe. A bit. It annoyed Marjorie though.\rdblquote  

Tom again took her on his lap. \ldblquote Stop taking advantage of a helpless girl,\rdblquote  Vivienne squealed but again the tone of her voice betrayed her words. \ldblquote I don\rquote t know why I let you into the house.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Oh yes you do. You wanted me to kiss you again, just like this.\rdblquote  This time her response was immediate and she kissed him back. Soon their tongues were fighting in each other\rquote s mouths and through her thin skirt Vivienne could feel Tom\rquote s cock hardening.

\ldblquote Are you really going to rape me, Englishman?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No, but you are going to submit to me for both our pleasures.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You smell of sweat and your shirt is soaked through.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote That\rquote s only because of the work I\rquote ve had to do pushing you around.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You ought to take a shower.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote So should you. Come on, Viv, time to reveal all.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No way man!\rdblquote  But Tom was already carrying her squealing to the bath. At one end of the bath was a small plastic seat with another trapeze above it. Like most items in the house, the showerhead was also very low. Tom took her skirt off, sat her on the seat and started to unbutton her blouse.

\ldblquote WHAP!!\rdblquote  Tom fell backwards and landed heavily on the floor. One eye was painfully closing. Vivienne still sat on the seat, one hand clutching the rim of the sink to keep herself upright, the other rubbing her sore knuckles against her chest. She was frightened now. Tom was sitting up shaking his head. \ldblquote What will he do to me now?\rdblquote  Vivienne wondered knowing she was powerless to run away or to even move far from the seat without her chair and her mobile phone was in the other room as was the emergency button she normally wore around her neck while in the house. That would have summoned her care worker who lived just a block down the road.

\ldblquote You\rquote ll pay for that my girl,\rdblquote  Tom muttered, his head still dizzy from the blow.

\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry, I\rquote m really sorry Tom.\rdblquote  Vivienne was really crying now. \ldblquote I didn\rquote t mean to hit you so hard.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote My God gal, that was some punch.\rdblquote  Tom was still dazed. 

\ldblquote Please don\rquote t hurt me Tom. I didn\rquote t mean it. I just forgot my arms are much stronger than those of most women cos I have to use them more. Please Tom. I\rquote m sorry.\rdblquote  

\ldblquote You will be.\rdblquote  Tom paused for a short while to allow his head to clear, \ldblquote But don\rquote t worry it won\rquote t be your face that will be sore.\rdblquote  He staggered to his feet and looked in the mirror. His right eye was almost closed and he knew he would have a real shiner shortly. Glancing down at the crying and shaking Vivienne, seeing her helplessness he no longer felt angry. She was almost childlike in her fear of him.

\ldblquote First round to you, Viv but the bout is far from over. I had thought you wanted me to continue loving you but obviously I was wrong. Now do I have to tie your hands and cut your blouse off or will you take it off yourself? Either way you are going undress completely for me.\rdblquote 

Slowly and with tears still running down her face, Vivienne undid the buttons and removed her blouse. \ldblquote Now the bra,\rdblquote  commanded Tom as he undressed too. It wasn\rquote t long before they were both naked. Tom looked and felt her tits. They weren\rquote t big, but they weren\rquote t small either. Just nice, he thought. That part of her body had developed normally and her nipples responded to his touch.

Vivienne continued to plead with him not to hurt her and these pleas became louder when he stood and reached towards her and warily in case she threw another punch, picked her up and carried her to the lounge. Both now naked, Tom laid her over his lap as best he could. Without legs it wasn\rquote t so easy to hold her in position and her struggles made it even more difficult. Soon though she was held by his left arm and despite her curses and invective laid a hearty slap on her exposed arse. Her right cheek reddened and even with one eye closed he could see the imprint of his hand. \lquote Slap\rquote . His hand descended hard on the other cheek. Vivienne started to yell and scream but Tom moved a cushion under her face, which muffled the sound. Thereafter he continued to smack her until both cheeks were very warm and a rosy red colour. 

\ldblquote Sod you bastard,\rdblquote  Vivienne yelled when he stopped. No one had ever hit her like that before. Internally she fumed at herself for letting this Englishman get control over her in this way. She felt herself being lifted and sat gently on his lap. Her belly felt the hardness of his cock against it as she was held close to his body. Through her tears she could look directly at his face, at the face she had marred; at the closed and painful looking eye. Inside herself she knew she\rquote d hurt him much more than he had her.

\ldblquote Viv, calm down. Keep your power punch to yourself.\rdblquote  Cuddling her Tom ordered, \ldblquote Put your arms around me and hold me close to you.\rdblquote  

She did and Tom felt her breast push into his chest. \ldblquote After a few moments, she released her hold a little and looked him in the face, \ldblquote Tom, I really am sorry. I was scared and lashed out without thinking. Please forgive me. I\rquote ve had enough pain in my life and today you have given me more pleasure than I have known for a long time. I am so sorry. Are we quits now you\rquote ve spanked me?\rdblquote 

Hugging her and kissing her forehead Tom answered, \ldblquote Yes, I guess we are. I won\rquote t spank you again until you deserve it. Nor will I rape you even though your wriggling on my cock has made it hard as you can no doubt feel. For some odd reason, I actually like you despite your being a real bitch.\rdblquote  

Vivienne could indeed feel its hardness. She could also feel herself becoming wet down there, more so than when she lay in bed playing with herself and fantasising that some handsome man was in bed with her. Tom too could feel her wetness and bent his head to suckle first one breast, then the other. He could tell the girl was becoming very aroused by the way she was quietly moaning and writhing on his cock. \ldblquote Tom?\rdblquote  she said hesitantly. \ldblquote Tom? If I let you do it to me, will you forgive me?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Do what?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You know... fuck me? It won\rquote t be rape if I am willing.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Do you think you deserve it?\rdblquote  Vivienne didn\rquote t answer. Tom picked up his trousers and removed his wallet from the back pocket. \ldblquote You know what this is?\rdblquote  he asked showing her a foil packet. Vivienne nodded. Carrying Vivienne to the bedroom, Tom sat her in a chair and said, \ldblquote Put the condom on me if you really want to fuck but no concessions because your arse is a bit tender.\rdblquote  

Vivienne opening the packet and carefully taking hold of his now rock hard prick, rolled the condom on. \ldblquote Please, be gentle,\rdblquote  she said, \ldblquote I haven\rquote t done it before.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What gentle like you were with your fist?\rdblquote  laughed Tom. Again Vivienne apologised several times until his kissing her silenced her words. 

Over the bed hung the trapeze that seemed ubiquitous in every room of this house. Vivienne reached up and swung herself on the bed. \ldblquote Just treat me like a normal woman Tom.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Well at least I won\rquote t have to spread your legs.\rdblquote  Through his one open eye he could see her cunt open, available and ready to take his cock. A box of tissues lay on the side table and he put several under her arse before placing his cock at her entrance. It seemed very odd to him not to have a pair of legs in the way and to be able to have an unrestricted view of both her openings. He entered a short way. She was tight, very tight but well lubricated by her own juices. Vivienne winced as the pressure of entering pressed her sore cheeks to the bed. For a few seconds he waited for her to accommodate him and then started to enter further until he met her hymen. Withdrawing a little he thrust forward breaking through the membrane. Vivienne gave a short cry as the pain stabbed her loins but it soon receded and she began to enjoy the sensation of having a man inside her for the first time. Short cries of pleasure emanated from her lips as by pressing back with her arms she tried to meet his thrusts. For both of them it was over far too quickly. Tom pulled his deflating prick out and used the tissues to wipe the juices from her cunt before removing his sheath and wiping himself dry too. Rolling on his back he pulled Vivienne on top of him, \ldblquote Well my legless fireball, now you know what it is like to be fucked. I think from the noises you made, you enjoyed the experience.\rdblquote  

\ldblquote Oh Tom, I never believed it would be quite like that. Even though the stories I read on the Internet made it seem a wonderful thing. I just didn\rquote t believe anyone would even consider wanting to do it to me.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You ready for that shower now?\rdblquote 

Vivienne nodded, \ldblquote And then we had better do something about your eye. They say raw steak but I don\rquote t have any fresh in the house.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry about it. Just let it take its course. It\rquote s what story we tell Chuck that is more of the problem!\rdblquote 

Later, after they had showered and eaten, Vivienne showed Tom her ornamental turning lathe. \ldblquote I\rquote ve only ever seen one before and that was in a house in south London,\rdblquote  Tom remarked, \ldblquote That still had its original treadle although the owner had fitted a motor but I can see why you\rquote ve had the treadle taken away and the had lower stand made. You\rquote ve done some very beautiful work on it,\rdblquote  Tom went on as he admired the \lquote ivory\rquote  Chinese balls within balls and an elaborate open spiral blackwood candle holder she had made. \ldblquote Chuck once mentioned someone he knew who did ornamental turning but I didn\rquote t expect it was you when I saw you under the tree this morning.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Thanks, I enjoy the challenge but I can\rquote t do some of the things I want because the fly cutter is clapped out. The cutters no longer run truly enough to do accurate work and it needs metalwork facilities to repair. It\rquote s a job Chuck said he would do when he had time but I think Mary doesn\rquote t want him to have much to do with me. I\rquote m the skeleton in her cupboard.\rdblquote 

*****

\ldblquote Mary, I can\rquote t do that to a visitor and you know what your sister is like. She\rquote s probably giving him hell now,\rdblquote  Chuck argued with his wife.

\ldblquote But that means we cannot go to the party afterwards. It\rquote s all your fault for inviting that tramp over,\rdblquote  Mary countered.

\ldblquote I didn\rquote t know about this shindig then but I can\rquote t do anything about it now can I\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You can see if he will stay with Vivienne.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You think she would allow that? I doubt it. You can ask her if you want. I daren\rquote t.\rdblquote 

Tom and Vivienne were now dressed and sitting together awaiting the arrival of Chuck and Mary when the phone rang. \ldblquote Vivienne something has come up. We may be here until the small hours. Would you mind if Tom spent the night at yours? I am sure he won\rquote t be any trouble and he could use your settee. We wouldn\rquote t be back until about three and he still seems somewhat jet lagged and.....\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You want me to put up with him while you\rquote re partying?\rdblquote  snapped Vivienne, \ldblquote And what makes you think he won\rquote t be any trouble? Yeah, I guess he won\rquote t. He\rquote s already got one black eye. I\rquote ll ask him though.\rdblquote  Tom half heard the conversation but for effect she covered the mouthpiece and relayed the information. \ldblquote He says that might give him a chance to get his own back.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You two having a minor set-to there?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Not now. We have called a truce. Okay he can stay but on one condition. You allow him to fix the lathe part that Chuck has been going to do for the last three years. To get that done will probably be worth the risk.\rdblquote  Vivienne disconnected the phone. \ldblquote You\rquote re staying here for the night but only if you spend it in my bed and not on the settee.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You mean you want fucking again?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Only if you have enough condoms. Otherwise perhaps we could just cuddle and play. It would cause too many problems if I got pregnant.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I have a couple more but perhaps I should introduce you other games we can play.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What like sucking and doing my bottom hole? I\rquote ve read the stories but I\rquote m not sure how much I will like either of those games.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You won\rquote t know until you\rquote ve tried but I think we\rquote ll leave bum fucking for a bit. Perhaps though we can do a bit of mutual sucking before bedtime if you can put up with the fact that I haven\rquote t even a toothbrush with me.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Toothbrush is no problem but you may find all the facilities more suitable for young school children. I guess you won\rquote t worry about pyjamas.\rdblquote 

For a while they cuddled on top of the bed, content just to hold each other close. Vivienne could feel his cock start harden under her and wondered if he would make love to her again. That is how she thought of sex with him now. Making love, not plain fucking. In her shame at what she had done, she tried not to look at his swollen face and blackening eye but realised that was illogical. He had immediately looked at her deformed face without flinching. Still, he was not the one who had caused her deformity; she had caused his. He had tried to show her things no one had before and possibly never would again and she had repaid him with a vicious punch. How could she make it up to him? The pain of the spanking was already receding to a pleasant warmth but she knew the pain in his eye and the bruise would be there for days. Carefully she reached down, found his prick and gently massaged it. Tom caressed and kissed her for a while, then picked her up and laid her in the sixty-nine position on top of his body.

\ldblquote I\rquote m going to suck you Viv. Do the same to me. Be gentle and I will be gentle with you.\rdblquote  Tom proceeded to lick her cunt and push his tongue inside her opening. Finally his lips and fingers found her clit and sucked her to two orgasms. Vivienne\rquote s efforts were much more reserved at first. To start with she would only put the end of his cock in her mouth and only kiss it but gradually after her first climax she became bolder and took more of it in. Her lips and mouth sucked harder and her hands rubbed his shaft. Tom tensed and groaned out, \ldblquote I\rquote m coming Viv,\rdblquote  but Vivienne was past caring. Inside her loins the second climax was almost ready to burst. She sucked and rubbed Tom\rquote s prick until its seed spurted inside her mouth, and, like she had read on the Internet stories, she swallowed. To her, there seemed little taste or unpleasantness. \ldblquote Where is the hot salty stuff the stories speak of,\rdblquote  she thought.

Waking first, partly because of his natural tendency to rise early and partly because his body hadn\rquote t fully adjusted to the time change, Tom went to the loo. Returning he was just in time to see Vivienne grip the rings of her trapeze and swing lithely into her wheelchair. Obviously she had done it many times before, this time though when she landed she gave a little cry. \ldblquote Oooh. I felt that!\rdblquote  as she landed on the relatively hard seat.

\ldblquote Oh my God,\rdblquote  she cried as she saw him in the doorway. \ldblquote Your face looks real nasty this morning. Oh, Tom, I am sorry for what I did.\rdblquote  Indeed Tom\rquote s face was painfully sore and swollen and his flesh surrounding his eye very visibly black. \ldblquote Would you like a couple of Tylenol?\rdblquote  She brought him the painkilling tablets before using the toilet. As she wheeled herself back in the bedroom and swung herself back on the bed she asked, \ldblquote Is there anything else I can do for you.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Of course there is,\rdblquote  Tom replied with a grin, \ldblquote You can get me hard again and then put one more of these condoms on me.\rdblquote  He had already taken it from his wallet and laid it on the pillow.

\ldblquote I\rquote m still a bit sore from last night.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I\rquote m still a bit sore from last night too, but not in the same places.\rdblquote  Tom\rquote s lopsided grin was infectious. He straddled her chest while she massaged his cock and then gave it a quick suck before rolling on the rubber.

\ldblquote Don\rquote t be gentle this time Tom. Fuck me like you would a normal woman. I want to make up for the pain I caused you.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Maybe I\rquote ll just have to smack your lovely bum again,\rdblquote  replied Tom as he thrust into her. Having cum twice the previous evening, Tom took longer to reach his climax. Vivienne on the other hand, stimulated by the tenderness of her cuntal opening and the warmth she felt from her bottom as he pressed her down, had a series of orgasms and cried loudly each time.

For a short while they lay together, recovering, cuddling and kissing. Vivienne stroked Tom\rquote s tender face and once again regretted what she had done. \ldblquote Tom,\rdblquote  she started, \ldblquote You are one of the few people who look me in the face. Almost everyone else looks to one side or if I am with my carer, they ask her what I would like, as if I cannot talk or think for myself. Why do you seem to like me or at least take an interest in me?

\ldblquote Let\rquote s face it Viv, you are not going to win a beauty competition and I\rquote m not Mr. Universe. Most of the beautiful women I know just look down their noses at scruffy old me so I tend to look for the personality behind the face. When I spoke to you under the tree I realised your bitchiness was a front for hiding your real feelings. You needed someone and I too needed someone so I, perhaps not consciously, decided to make an effort with you.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Tom, I am now glad you did. At first though I thought you was another pushy foreigner.\rdblquote  She laughed too. \ldblquote Tom? Before you leave today, will you do what you said you would? Spank me again. I feel so guilty over your face.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Later Viv. First we will have to take the fly cutter to Chuck\rquote s and try and repair it.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote We?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You are coming surely.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I don\rquote t think they want to see me there, or at least Mary won\rquote t. She doesn\rquote t like me showing up in front of the neighbours. Chuck seems to accept me when he is on his own.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Well then we\rquote ll just have to give the neighbours something to talk about. You know the way? Is there a pavement I can push you along?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You mean a sidewalk you British bum! Yeah, all the way. Mostly used by joggers.\rdblquote 

It took several minutes before Chuck opened the door. \ldblquote Morning Chuck.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Is it?\rdblquote  Chuck wore only his dressing gown and pyjama bottoms. He looked tired and surprised. \ldblquote Well old buddy, you really were on the receiving end of her fist and everyone is going to know it for a while. What d\rquote ya hit him that hard for Viv?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote We\rquote ll leave you to guess that Chuck,\rdblquote  Vivienne replied surprising Chuck even more by the cheeriness of her voice. \ldblquote You don\rquote t look very sprightly this morning.\rdblquote 

Didn\rquote t get in to 3.30 and it was 4 o\rquote clock before I got to bed. Mary will be worse. I was the designated driver so only had juices. You\rquote re early, Tom. Settee not too comfortable?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What settee?\rdblquote  Tom quipped.

\ldblquote You two didn\rquote t? Is that why she\rquote s unusually perky?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Tom, I thought you were an English gentleman.\rdblquote  Vivienne blushed which reinforced Chuck\rquote s assumption. She aimed another fist at him.

\ldblquote I do need one eye to do your job, Viv so watch what you are doing with those fists of yours.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Don\rquote t start squabbling in my house especially with Mary still asleep and even when she wakes she\rquote ll have a real sore head. Coffee\rquote s on. Help yourself when it has dripped,\rdblquote  responded Chuck.

\ldblquote Before you go Chuck, would you mind if I used your equipment to try and do this job for Viv please?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Help yourself to whatever you need. Don\rquote t know how you\rquote ll get her down there though, the new guillotine is blocking the outside door until I finish the stand for it so the only way in is down the stairs and they are a bit steep.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I\rquote ll toss this one down and carefully carry the wheelchair,\rdblquote  laughed Tom and ducked as Vivienne again aimed a mock punch at his head.

The next two hours were spent trying to get the fly cutter apart. It was a major job as it hadn\rquote t been apart for about a century and a half. Two grub screws were well rusted and had to be drilled out but in the end Tom had all the pieces laid out on the bench. \ldblquote Looks as if it has been run for long periods without oil,\rdblquote  Tom pronounced, \ldblquote The spindle wore and seized in the bearings and then they started to turn and have worn the main frame holes. We\rquote ll have to in-line bore the frame, make larger bearings and a new spindle with threads that match those on the fly cutter head.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sounds like a big job, buddy.\rdblquote  They turned as Chuck brought in coffee. \ldblquote I wondered what you might be up to when I noticed the machine was still full. If it is too strong, I\rquote ll make some more.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Thought you only drank tea, Englishman.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote That\rquote s at home. Your so called English Breakfast Tea is like gnat\rquote s piss and I haven\rquote t unpacked the tea friends advised me to bring yet.\rdblquote  They continued their good-natured banter while Chuck found the items they would need to start the repair and cleared the milling machine ready for Tom to use. Half an hour later they heard the door to the basement open and Mary\rquote s voice came down, \ldblquote Chuck, fix me a Seltzer and then you\rquote d better go and pick up your tramp friend from my bitch of an ugly sister.\rdblquote  The voice tone was sharp and she was obviously not in a good mood. 

Chuck started to answer but Tom cut in, \ldblquote Good morning Mary, I\rquote m already here and I brought your ugly sister with me. And she\rquote s not so bitchy anymore and nor is she any more ugly than I am.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote CHUCK!! Arsehole. Why didn\rquote t you tell me you had been to get them! How could you let me embarrass myself like that?\rdblquote  Chuck apologised to the now crying Vivienne and to Tom who seemed to regard it as quite a joke but as soon as Chuck left he picked up Vivienne and held her close. 

\ldblquote Even my own sister thinks I am just an ugly bitch. She\rquote s such a stuck up snot.\rdblquote  Vivienne went on to call her sister all the vilest names she could think of. 

Tom let her go on and then said, \ldblquote You know Viv, the best way to fight this is not to revert to being a bitch like everyone expects but to be nice to them. Make them ashamed of themselves. It\rquote ll be difficult at first, but if you answer jibes with laughter that will unnerve them more than a cutting jab.\rdblquote  For some minutes she cradled herself in his arms until he suggested they continue with repairing the fly cutter to take their minds away from what had been said. 

Chuck\rquote s benches were much too high for Vivienne to work at in her wheelchair but Tom found a couple of pallets which he put side by side to form a platform and provided she didn\rquote t try to move the chair more than a few inches, Vivienne was able to use the vice to clean up some of the rusted parts while Tom started the machining. Every so often Chuck popped down to see how things were going, each time apologising for his wife\rquote s remarks. \ldblquote I think she would like to say sorry in person but cannot bring herself to come down and say so.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Is she dressed?" asked Tom. 

\ldblquote She\rquote s got her body covered if that\rquote s what you mean,\rdblquote  replied Chuck and then with a laugh added, \ldblquote She still has the plaster and filler to put on her face though.\rdblquote  

\ldblquote Well if the mountain won\rquote t come to Mohammed or whatever the saying is, then we will go and see her. Clean your hands Viv.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote No, Tom. I don\rquote t want to see her.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Now then Vivienne, remember what I said earlier. Clean your hands.\rdblquote  Minutes later Tom carried the trembling girl into the master bedroom. Mary was in front of the mirror contemplating what to do with her face. It looked a mess from the effects of too much drink and too little sleep. Observing them in the mirror as they entered, Mary was taken aback by how close her sister seemed to be hugging Tom. Her arms were tightly around his neck and he closely supported her bottom. 

Tom turned Vivienne to face the mirror and held her so both their faces were framed either side of Mary\rquote s in the mirror. \ldblquote Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all,\rdblquote  he chanted in a parody of the fairly tale. Mary was aghast at the images. Tom\rquote s bruised face with its half closed eye, hers, now shorn of make-up looking pale, haggard and far older than her age, Vivienne\rquote s elongated, clean and fresh but somewhat tear stained visage. There could only be one answer. 

A long pause during which more tears fell first down Vivienne\rquote s cheek and then Mary\rquote s. \ldblquote Oh I am so sorry,\rdblquote  Mary exclaimed, \ldblquote I didn\rquote t know you were back.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Now try looking through the faces Mary. Look at what is inside the heads. Look for the personality behind the faces. None of us are super models. I know I\rquote m not in the world\rquote s best-dressed men's top ten. You may try what we call keeping up with the Jones\rquote  or over here it might be the Goldbergs. Viv has her own unique outward problems but each of us has a personality with its good points. Try and look for them Mary as we will look for them in you. Somehow though, I feel there is more to your feud with Viv than her appearance.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Yes, very much more,\rdblquote  muttered Mary, \ldblquote but that I am not going to discus with you.\rdblquote  The aromas of cooking wafted up the stairs. \ldblquote Smells like Chuck is making brunch, let\rquote s go eat and I will put my face on afterwards.\rdblquote 

Later after they had eaten and were again working on the fly cutter, Tom asked Vivienne what the feud was about. \ldblquote I might tell you later,\rdblquote  she replied cagily. 

\ldblquote Would you like me to spend the night with you again, Viv?\rdblquote  Tom asked.  \ldblquote It now seems pretty obvious Mary is not too keen on having me. I don\rquote t want to disappoint Chuck though.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Oh I don\rquote t know about that Tom. You might actually give my ass another hiding.\rdblquote  Her voice once again has a giggle to it.

\ldblquote I always try and keep my promises Viv.\rdblquote 

Chuck popped down to see how they were getting on and told them Mary was going to the pharmacy to get something for her hangover and asked if they needed anything. \ldblquote Something for my face perhaps and ask her if she will get us a big box of condoms please,\rdblquote  Tom replied.

\ldblquote You can\rquote t be serious Tom? I don\rquote t think she would have the nerve for that.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Shall I go with her then?\rdblquote  Tom was creasing up with laughter.

\ldblquote Ooh that would start the neighbourhood tongues wagging, Tom. It would soon be around the estate that Mary had got a new lover.\rdblquote 

Mary came bursting into the workshop soon after. \ldblquote You don\rquote t really expect me to get contraceptives for you surely?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I did offer to come with you but that didn\rquote t seem acceptable. Is it too far for me to walk?\rdblquote  It was several miles and part of the way was along a freeway. \ldblquote We\rquote ll just have to be careful then and perhaps we can get over there tomorrow or sometime soon. Sorry I asked. I should have realised it might be too much of an embarrassment for you.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote TOM!!\rdblquote  Vivienne interjected blushing furiously, \ldblquote Are all Englishmen so blunt? You humiliate me and you embarrass Mary. Perhaps I won't let you stay with me after all.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote But you really wish me to stay don\rquote t you?\rdblquote  Vivienne nodded. \ldblquote Then you don\rquote t want to risk me not withdrawing in time.\rdblquote  Again Vivienne nodded. \ldblquote Well then we need to get to the pharmacy sometime before it closes and it just seemed sensible that if Mary was going she could pick some up.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I\rquote ll drop by that way when I run you home Viv.\rdblquote  Chuck countered, \ldblquote Unless Mary is brave enough to pick up a box while she is there,\rdblquote  

\ldblquote I don\rquote t think you ought to be taking advantage of my little sister that way. She can\rquote t very well refuse you. Or get away. I\rquote ll see if the shop is empty but I still think you didn\rquote t ought to be doing that with her. It\rquote s disgusting.\rdblquote  That seemed to settle it.

*****

Tom, Vivienne and Chuck worked steadily for a couple of hours and had most of the repairs done to the fly cutter. The cutter now ran easily and accurately on the spindle. All it needed to complete the job was a new pulley wheel but the old one, although chipped would suffice for the time being. They would try it out first. Having a break from the workshop they sat around the kitchen table. Tom made a pot of real English tea and everyone had to sample it. Chuck was reluctant to have milk in his tea but Vivienne, once she had allowed it to cool, said she could get used to the taste but didn\rquote t have Tom\rquote s cast iron stomach to drink it scalding hot.

\ldblquote You haven\rquote t showed her that pile of polished scrap brass you brought with you,\rdblquote  Chuck reminded him.

\ldblquote What did you bring?\rdblquote  Vivienne asked. \ldblquote You didn\rquote t mention anything to me.\rdblquote  Tom went and fetched the box. Vivienne\rquote s eyes lit up at the sight of the exquisite fire engine. Tom sat her on his lap so she could see better and just as he started to explain things to her, Mary came in with her sister Marjorie and two more of her lady friends. It was obvious they expected Tom and Vivienne still to be downstairs and the two women looked with some disgust at bearded and black eyed Tom clasping the deformed girl sitting on his knee with one hand and pointing to the funny if rather elegant looking thing on the table.

\ldblquote Tell them! Tell them they are for you and Viv. I\rquote ve never been so embarrassed. Marjorie and her friends came in just as I was at the checkout. I thought I\rquote d done fine as the shop was nearly empty and then they came in.\rdblquote 

Tom looked up and started laughing in his infectious way, which caused Chuck and the Vivienne to start too. \ldblquote Sorry,\rdblquote  Tom stuttered, \ldblquote We could have gone tomorrow. I didn\rquote t really expect you to get them but thanks, it will save us a trip. Shopping is not one of my fortes unless it is for tools.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What is it?\rdblquote  enquired Marjorie. 

\ldblquote Don\rquote t start him off,\rdblquote  Mary exclaimed, \ldblquote He\rquote ll talk all night about it.\rdblquote  And Tom did. He was a superb engineer and also a very good raconteur. The ladies soon forgot about appearances as Tom took them back in time to the end of the nineteenth century and his stories of firefighting and the equipment they used and some of the fires and rescues the engine had attended. He\rquote d copied the old logbook still extant in a South London station and could build word pictures in their minds that kept them enthralled. Of course they also tried to wheedle from him how he\rquote d spent the previous night and how he\rquote d got his black eye but Tom was much more reticent in giving that information. However, they got some idea of the relationship from the packet Mary had bought and from the fact that Tom carried her to the toilet and stayed with her until she was finished.

Marjorie was very blunt in her questions and virtually accused Tom of abducting her sister but Vivienne heatedly disavowed that and suggested that if Marjorie hadn\rquote t been so eager to go to the theatre it would only have been a pleasant walk around the lake. \ldblquote But I am glad the theatre was more important than me,\rdblquote  she went on, \ldblquote I\rquote ve known love even if it is only for two days.\rdblquote 

*****

\ldblquote Tell me. What it is between Mary and you,\rdblquote  Tom asked when they were together at her place that evening. \ldblquote There is much more to it than looks and disabilities.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Make me,\rdblquote  Vivienne taunted him cheekily.

\ldblquote Okay then, but keep your fists out of my face. I know you\rquote ve got the job you wanted done so it is usable but I don\rquote t want to need a guide dog or as you say, a seeing eye dog, for the rest of my stay.\rdblquote  Picking her up and removing her skirt he held her face down on a cushion. \ldblquote Are you going to tell me?\rdblquote  He tried to use his best interrogator\rquote s voice.

\ldblquote No! Oooww!!\rdblquote  Vivienne cried as his hand landed on her bare arse. \ldblquote That hurt.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Tell me.\rdblquote  Vivienne remained silent. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The blows were nowhere near as hard as the on previous evening.

\ldblquote Alright I\rquote ll tell you. First though take me to the bedroom and make love to me. I feel all warm and tingly there now.\rdblquote  Tom did as requested and fucked her hard. Both of them climaxed and lay still and naked in each other's arms.

\ldblquote There is nine years between my age and Mary\rquote s. I think I must have been an accident on my mother\rquote s part, in more ways than one. She died giving birth to me and Mary has always blamed me for her death. All of my other sisters are older than Mary so she was the one most often that had to take care of me. Father worked four nights a week so he wasn\rquote t there too often and when he was, he was working on getting compensation for what they did to me in the hospital.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What did actually happen?\rdblquote  Tom asked.

\ldblquote Somehow in my development inside my mother, my legs got tied up and lost the blood circulation to them. I wasn\rquote t due for another six weeks when mother\rquote s water broke and she was rushed into the hospital. It was only a small local hospital with one junior doctor on duty and when my mother arrived the junior doctor had only been a week out of training. He had sense enough to call the consultant but he was suffering a heart attack. A second consultant he tried to get was at a party fifty miles away so this junior had to try and birth me on his own with just the nurses to help none of whom was overly experienced. It should have been a C birth but the junior didn\rquote t think he should undertake this on his own so let mother try and birth me naturally. When my head showed he gripped it with tongs and had started to pull before the nurse yelled at him not to. That\rquote s why my head is the shape it is. Being premature, the bones were not hard enough to take the pressure and the fact that my legs were tied somewhere inside meant I wasn\rquote t going to come out anyway. All this came out later at various inquests and tribunals. 

Apparently I was stuck half in and half out of mother who was bleeding profusely internally. One of the nurses managed to contact another consultant at the free hospital and they rushed him over. His action saved my life but he was too late to save mother.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote What a gruesome beginning Viv.\rdblquote  Tom remarked as he gave her a squeeze.

\ldblquote For much of my early life I was in hospital. They removed the remains of my legs and over a period did various skin grafts but they couldn\rquote t do anything about my head. However, the head squashing must have done something to my brain as I turned out much brighter than any of my classmates, particularly in mathematical things, hence my liking for ornamental turning. An uncle had the lathe and showed me a lot of things. He left the lathe to me when he died.

From about five years old, Mary had to spend more and more time looking after me and by the time I was twelve she showed her resentment especially when she had a date and couldn\rquote t go out because of me. I think it was because of this and the fact we were usually alone in the house four nights a week that she brought her boyfriends home and I heard them having sex in the next room. She wasn\rquote t as staid then but still rather spiteful.

She first started to torment me sexually when I was about thirteen. Mary had bathed me, nothing unusual in that but then she laid me back on the bed and started to play with my breasts that by now were well developed. Afterwards she played with my pussy, all the time taunting me with the fact that no boy would ever want to have me like they had her.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I wouldn\rquote t have believed that of Mary,\rdblquote  Tom remarked, \ldblquote She seems so straight-laced now.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote She was quite a tear-away when she was in her teens. She\rquote s changed a lot since she met Chuck. Anyway, soon it wasn\rquote t just her that played with me. A group of her girl friends came round and she showed them my stumps and of course in doing so, my pussy. Mira particularly seemed very interested in playing and pinched and played with my clit and tits until I became wet and had an orgasm in front of them all. I was totally humiliated. This became a regular feature of their entertainment when those girls came round.

Things got worse when she brought a boy home and asked him if he would like to see my cunt. One thing led to another and soon she had me sucking them but fortunately she drew the line at them actually fucking me. They did most other things though. It all stopped when I got my own back on her.

After nearly fifteen years of fighting for compensation from the hospital, they agreed to pay out several million dollars over a period of five years and one of the first things my father did was to employ a carer for me which relieved Mary of many of her obligations. The carer though had certain nights off and had arranged to go away for a weekend, from Friday afternoon to Monday morning. This clashed with a party Mary had arranged at the house. I was put in my room and told to stay there out of the way. However I needed to use the bathroom and I could now do so on my own because father had made a temporary frame for me to pull myself out of the chair on to the seat. On the way back I saw Mary go into her room and went to ask her for a drink. She was incensed I was out of my room and could be seen by her guests and went to slap my face. As you have found out, my arms are quite strong and I surprised her by grabbing the hand and twisting it behind her back. Luck was with me as the chair also trapped her legs. I picked up a pair of her panty hose from the bed and bound her wrists and when she started to yell I jerked both arms up and fastened them to the bed rail.

Now I took my revenge for years of abuse from her. I gagged her and then removed all the clothes from the lower part of her body so she was lying across the bed with her bare bum in the air and her pussy exposed. I knew she was far from being a virgin and was on the pill so I took one of her lipsticks and wrote \lquote Fuck Me\rquote  on her hinny and left her while I went and locked myself in my room. I think I just made it inside before one of the boys came up to use the bathroom and saw her displayed through the open door. Soon there seemed to be a stampede and a lot of noise. It was obvious the boys were taking turns with her egged on by the girls. 

Suddenly everyone heard my father\rquote s voice. He shouldn\rquote t have been home for hours but there was a power-out where he worked and everyone had been sent home. After father came in the room everyone quickly left. He entered my room using his emergency key on the special lock and asked me if I knew anything of the incident. I of course kept quiet. Father looked for booze in my room but found none. Mary decided not to involve me, for which I was grateful, but I guess she knew if she split on me, I would have told why I did it. I was taken to Mary to confirm her story. In front of me, Mary received a hard spanking for using the house for a party and having booze available to minors but oddly little was said about the raping. For a while Mary was very subdued but then she left and got an apartment nearer to her work. Later she met Chuck. He had a good job, a house and prospects so she set her hooks in him although they are quite different socially. They seem to get along quite well now though. Since the incident, Mary hasn\rquote t tried to molest me but our relationship is more of an armed truce rather than sisterly affection.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Perhaps now it's the time for it to improve,\rdblquote  remarked Tom.

The next few days flew by for Tom. He transferred all his stuff to Vivienne\rquote s home but still spent a good deal of time with Chuck and to a lesser extent with Mary. Whenever, he went there he took Vivienne with him. Mostly they were making or repairing other parts of her old lathe but several times they just walked in the park, even Mary coming with them on one occasion. 

Two days were spent at the Model Engineering exhibition. Tom couldn\rquote t enter the competition. The entry forms should have been sent in a month ago but the organisers gave him a stand where he could put the engine on show. Each day they took Vivienne along. At first she was most self-conscious at sitting behind the stand facing the public and having them face her. Tom insisted she bring along some of her ornamental turning and soon involved her in any discussions. Most model engineers were also interested in the turnings and they could only see her face so had no idea she had no legs. At first they usually asked Tom how they were done but always her referred them to Vivienne saying she was the expert. By the end of the second day, Vivienne began to believe that there were some people in the world who were not repelled by her looks, people who believed she could contribute to a discussion.

This was particularly brought home to her at a dinner held in an up market restaurant to which Chuck and his friends were invited. Ten people sat round the table, all casually dressed as they had just finished packing up their exhibits. One of the group, Michael, seemed to have a special interest in Vivienne\rquote s turnings and wanted to know exactly how she achieved the quality of finish. Two others kept joining in the conversation and Vivienne found herself the centre of attention for a while. At the end Michael said, \ldblquote Vivienne you really are a special woman. When I saw you at the show I had no idea you had no legs. How you are able to produce such superb work without being able to stand in the right position, beats me.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I just have to use me arms and hands,\rdblquote  Vivienne replied.

\ldblquote You must have well developed muscles then.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote As I found out,\rdblquote  Tom cut in causing everyone to laugh. The area around his eye was still very blue and tender and would be that way for a while yet.

Thursday came and as arranged Captain Karen Bradley came and picked them up for the meeting of the Potomac Women\rquote s Guild. Tom introduced Vivienne to Karen as his new girlfriend. Karen looked surprised but introduced herself cordially and shook hands with her, then bent down and kissed her cheek. Turning to Tom and looking at his face, she commented that it looked as if he had been getting himself into mischief while over here. \ldblquote Too many beers in our downtown bars?\rdblquote  she asked.

\ldblquote I just marked him as mine,\rdblquote  Vivienne interjected with a laugh but really she was just a little jealous of the tall captain who she thought could be a rival for Tom\rquote s affections.

All three were able to sit in the front of her vehicle and for a while conversation lapsed, then Karen spoke, \ldblquote Tom, Vivienne, please don\rquote t get me wrong but some of the older people in our group are a bit sharp with their comments and you may well get grilled on your relationship. They will want or at least they will try and find out, all the juiciest details of how you got together, what you do together, and especially I think, how and why you got that black eye. I\rquote ll try and keep them away from the subject but I don\rquote t doubt they will find a way to ask and probably ask in the bluntest way. Millicent at least will.\rdblquote 

So it proved. Tom had them enthralled with his descriptions of the engine and how it was used, He insisted Vivienne show the Chinese balls she had made and for two hours no personal comments were made. Karen thanked the visitors for coming and entertaining them so well. \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry to note that it seems likely that you will be getting your bond money back and Uncle Sam will have to go without his tax on it. Pity.\rdblquote  She laughed and then went on, \ldblquote The ladies have baked home-made cookies for us and I will make tea the British way for our guest. I can even make it with real English tea or you can have iced tea or wine if you prefer.\rdblquote  Tom of course plumped for \lquote real\rquote  tea. It was as they sat around eating and drinking that the questions came. 

\ldblquote How did you meet?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I found her under a tree, alone. So I pushed her to the food table and filled her belly and then abducted her away.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote And you got a black eye for doing that?

\ldblquote Sort of.\rdblquote  So the questions went on with neither Tom nor Vivienne giving too much away.

Millicent spoke, \ldblquote So you are going back to England in a few days time. What\rquote s going to happen to your relationship then? It is going to be difficult for you being separated by 3,000 miles.

Vivienne broke down into tears. Tom stuttered an answer but they both knew although they had put off thinking about it soon now they would have to face the inevitable. Neither knew what they would do or how they would feel about the separation. Millicent knew she had touched a raw spot but blundered on in the way elderly ladies think they have a right to, \ldblquote Looks to me you have three choices. Separate and treat this as a holiday fling, you girl, can move over to England or Tom can move over here.\rdblquote  Karen stepped in at this point and called a halt to the dialogue, saying the couple were stressed enough. 

By Sunday they began to talk seriously on the problem. Tom suggested they invite Chuck and Mary over for an English roast beef Sunday lunch with all the trimmings and which he would cook. Tom managed despite the low level cooker, work surfaces and table. Afterwards Mary raised the question, not out of spite but for once in a genuinely concerned way.

Vivienne told them of Millicent\rquote s options and said they had ruled out the first one. Neither of them wanted it to be just a holiday fling. The stumbling block was which one was going to move. Chuck in his down to earth way suggested to them, \ldblquote Tom you\rquote ve been here for two weeks now, would you actually like to live here permanently?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote In some ways yes. America has a lot of good points but it has all been very hot paced. It is more laid back at home and I have so many friends I would miss and I would miss not meeting my model engineers.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Viv,\rdblquote  Chuck went on, \ldblquote You have never been to England so I would suggest that before you two make up your minds, you take a holiday over there. Yes, I know there would be problems in travelling but none that cannot be surmounted. You might like England, on the other hand you might not. Either way you need to know.\rdblquote  They talked around the problems involved in Vivienne travelling and made a couple of calls to travel agencies and then to airlines. It seemed that flying to England was an option provided the airline knew they had a disabled passenger at the time of booking.

Wednesday saw very tearful good-byes. As was to be expected, Vivienne was particularly depressed. Karen met Tom when he passed through customs and sorted out the paper work concerning the bond money. \ldblquote How is Vivienne taking your leaving?\rdblquote  she enquired. 

\ldblquote Not very well and to tell the truth I will miss her badly too. I\rquote ll come back as soon as I can but I must look for another job soon.\rdblquote  

Before he left her she gave him a card with her home email address and he wrote his on a card for her. \ldblquote Let me know any flight times etc and I will see what I can do to help you through immigration.\rdblquote 

*****

<Tom

Can you get flight BA 120 from Heathrow at 12.15 today? Viv\rquote s in hospital. She\rquote s been beaten up and raped. Phone me ANYTIME you open this.

Chuck>

The email was timed at 17:21 EST, which Tom quickly calculated to after midnight in England. It was 5:30 a.m. in England now so it would be midnight:30 over there. 

There was a second email, this one from Karen.

<Dear Tom

Have just seen the reports on the news. You probably have been told already. Vivienne is in hospital having been burgled, beaten and raped. Happened two days ago. Let me know if you are coming over. Give me flight numbers etc and I will be there to speed you through.

Karen>

A sleepy sounding Chuck answered and after a brief run down on what happened and Vivienne\rquote s condition he told Tom he had booked him a seat on that flight but it could be changed if necessary.

After confirming he would be on it, Tom asked Chuck to inform Karen first thing in the morning.

*****

Vivienne lay awake knowing she ought to get up but since Tom left she\rquote d hardly seem to have the energy to do anything. She had managed to get to the toilet and make coffee but was still in her nightdress. \ldblquote I suppose I\rquote d better make a move, Elsie will be here soon,\rdblquote  she thought to herself. The door buzzer went. \ldblquote Sod it, she\rquote s here already. Must have forgotten her swipe card.\rdblquote  That had happened only twice in the two years she had been Vivienne\rquote s carer. Vivienne picked up the remote and the speaker crackled, \ldblquote Hi, Vivienne. I\rquote m Martin, mother\rquote s sent me with a box of cleaning stuff. She\rquote s coming along later.\rdblquote  The voice sounded a little strange over the intercom and the face wasn\rquote t too clear on the monitor but unsuspectingly Vivienne pressed the button that released the door catch. Immediately two youths entered and pulled ski masks over their faces.

One held Vivienne at knifepoint while the other searched the house. He only found $50 in cash and very little else they could readily sell. Vivienne had little need for jewellery. The youths thought she must have more cash stashed away. One held her arms and the other started punching her. \ldblquote Where d\rquote ya keep the rest of the money?\rdblquote  he demanded time and time again each time accompanied by a blow to her face or chest. Unfortunately for Vivienne, Elsie should have taken her to the bank the previous day but Vivienne didn\rquote t feel up to it. When it became obvious she hadn\rquote t anymore more ready cash, they became even angrier and both hit her again. One punch knocked her off the bed and then they kicked her. Vivienne\rquote s nightdress was now ripped and they saw her breasts and naked cunt. \ldblquote Well if you can\rquote t give us money, we\rquote ll just have to have a bit of fun with you. I\rquote ve never had a legless cunt before,\rdblquote  the bigger of the two youths stated. Holding her arms above her head, the other one opened his flies and showed Vivienne his erect cock. Vivienne knew that held as she was, she was utterly helpless and couldn\rquote t even kick at her attackers. Through her tear filled eyes she could see the watery glazed look in them and guessed they were both somewhat high on drugs. 

\ldblquote I hope you are ready for this,\rdblquote  small guy muttered as he pushed his prick against her opening. He forced it in her dry cunt and forcibly raped her. She screamed as the youth thrust in hard. Vivienne\lquote s body, dulled by the pain she had already received unwillingly took the youth\rquote s cock but she received no pleasure, Then they changed places and as the second one pulled out, Vivienne got one arm free and summoning all her remaining strength landed him a blow to the jaw. It was a pretty devastating punch that connected with the bigger guy\rquote s jaw, dislocating and causing the boy to almost pass out. His friend had to hold him up.

For a few seconds it looked as if he was going to beat Vivienne again. Fortunately at that moment Elsie entered the house using her card and yelled along the hall, \ldblquote Hi, Viv. You not up yet? Be with you in a mo.\rdblquote  The youths stuffed a pillow over Vivienne\lquote s face to stifle any reply. Elsie hung her coat in the hall and got the vacuum from a nearby small closet. She often did this to save her walking back for it later. 

\ldblquote We better get out quick,\rdblquote  small guy growled and tugged his still dazed friend. As the boys ran passed Elsie, she put the rod from the vacuum between the legs of small guy and he fell. Elsie, a powerfully built working woman, pulled his hat off. 

\ldblquote Michael O\rquote Conners what are you doing in here,\rdblquote  she managed to say before he escaped again and followed his friend out of the door. Rushing to the bedroom she saw Vivienne and immediately dialled 911 and within minutes the police and ambulance arrived. Both boys were soon arrested.

Then began the ordeal of questioning by the policewoman. She was gentle enough but Vivienne\rquote s mind had no desire to go through the whole episode again. Chuck and Mary visited. \ldblquote I\rquote ll tell Tom,\rdblquote  Chuck stated.

\ldblquote No! No, don\rquote t do that. I don\rquote t want him to know about this.\rdblquote  Vivienne seemed so distraught at the thought, Chuck didn\rquote t inform Tom for two days but then decided Tom really ought to know and sent the email.

Karen was as good as her word. The lines through immigration were extremely long due to two previous flights having arrived late and only minutes before his. As he entered the hall, Karen was waiting in full uniform. \ldblquote Put your hands out Tom.\rdblquote  Quickly she grabbed them and slipped a pair of cuffs on. \ldblquote I thought that might surprise you,\rdblquote  she laughed, \ldblquote But it will keep the other staff from asking why I am out here and taking you through to the head of the line. In any case, it is one way for me to get a man!\rdblquote  Karen marched Tom straight to a desk, picked up the stamp and slammed it on his passport, tore the tab off the immigration card and stapled it in. The officer at the counter looked questioningly at her superior but said nothing. Tom was led to the carousel for his suitcase and on to her office where the cuffs were removed. Picking up the phone Karen ordered her driver to bring the car round.

\ldblquote I suppose you haven\rquote t brought any valuable items with you time?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Just this.\rdblquote  Tom pulled a small box from his pocket. Inside was a braided gold ring surmounted with a tiny gold rose. \ldblquote It cost about \u163\'a360 that\rquote s about $100 for the fine gold wire I needed for a model ten years ago. No idea what it is worth now and I hope I don\rquote t have to take it home.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote You made this? It\rquote s beautiful Tom. No one would buy one like it. You\rquote re a clever sod. But I haven\rquote t seen it so, there\rquote s nothing to declare.\rdblquote  

\ldblquote How badly injured is she?\rdblquote  Tom asked

\ldblquote I don\rquote t really know Tom. Pretty bad bruises according to Chuck and some cracked ribs. Badly scuffed knuckles where she landed a punch on one of them. He had a dislocated jaw. They\rquote ve got both of them now but Chuck will tell you the full story. If you can believe the reports on the news and in the paper it is a tear-jerking story. Headlines like \lquote Brutes beat and rape legless woman\rquote .\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Is she likely to get pregnant?\rdblquote  Tom asked. \ldblquote We always used condoms.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote I asked Chuck that question when he phoned and he said she should be okay. She had gotten herself on the pill ready for your next visit and besides the hospital cleaned her out after taking samples for DNA testing and gave her the morning after pill. So you shouldn\rquote t have anything to worry about there and no doubt they will have done the usual blood tests. They take a few days to verify.\rdblquote 

Karen\rquote s uniform got them through security to Vivienne\rquote s bedside. Chuck and Mary were already there. Vivienne appeared to be asleep. As Tom bent and kissed her lips so Vivienne\rquote s eyes opened in surprise. No one had told her he was coming. Her reaction though caused Tom more surprise. \ldblquote Go away, you sodding Englishman! Don\rquote t pretend you want me now. Not after you know what happened. Not after what they did. Not when I look like this. Not when...\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sodyou, shut up!\rdblquote  Vivienne looked up as he used the name he first called her. He kissed her again.

\ldblquote Tom, please leave me. I don\rquote t want you to see me like this. No man will ever want me now. I was an ugly sister before now I am repulsive bitch. Let me go back to being a bitch that no one wants.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Nurse,\rdblquote  Tom said, \ldblquote Have you got a largish mirror please?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote There\rquote s one in the locker room but...\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Get it please. There is a good reason for my asking.\rdblquote  When the nurse returned he asked Mary to sit on the bed alongside Vivienne and then he sat at Mary\rquote s side. Carefully he supported Vivienne so she could see the three faces when the nurse held the mirror.

\ldblquote Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?\rdblquote 

\ldblquote She is of course,\rdblquote  spat Vivienne.

\ldblquote Mary? Last time we did this, what did I go on to say?\rdblquote 

Blushing a little, Mary said, \ldblquote We should look past a person features and into what lies behind them. Look for the inner being and not the outer.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote So Viv, let\rquote s look at you. Let us look past the swellings, past the bruises to the person behind, has she changed inside since I last saw her? Not if your emails were anything to go by. Not even by the way she doesn\rquote t think before she swings her right fist from what I hear.\rdblquote  There was gentle laughter. \ldblquote Ooops I see it was a left hook this time. That\rquote s creates a bit of a problem. You see, I had hoped to put this on the third finger of your left hand.\rdblquote  Tom produced the ring. It glittered in the light but Vivienne could hardly see it for tears.\rdblquote 

\ldblquote Sod you Englishman. It\rquote s beautiful. You made it didn\rquote t you?\rdblquote  When Tom nodded, she went on, \ldblquote And you must have worked on this for some weeks before this happened.\rdblquote  Again Tom nodded. \ldblquote Sod you Englishman. Yes, I will marry you and go to England with you.\rdblquote 

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