English and Rugby Do Mix - Eventually

Synopsis

Janice, shy and introverted, is teamed with the collegeÕs star rugby player for an English project. Both their lives are changed when an accident on the rugby pitch leaves him crippled.

# English and Rugby Do Mix - Eventually

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by obohobo

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

The meeting

Standing at the front of the class, head bowed down, Janice looked disconsolately at the floor. With nineteen in the Creative Literature class, inevitably when paired groups were arranged, one would have to work alone, ÒBut why is it always me that is the odd one out?Ó she asked herself. As always she knew the answer. Ò IÕm plain, tall and skinny, not really ugly but IÕm only very modestly endowed in the breast department, in fact you can almost say IÕve no tits at all and possess few other womanly curves. My face is sprinkled with brown freckles and spots; my hair is mousy and plain, cut straight to an inch above my shoulders, as mother always insists. Probably my best feature when I look in the mirror, are my large, dark brown eyes, but IÕm usually too shy and embarrassed to open them wide when I look at another person, and I darenÕt smile because of my buckteeth. Perhaps, above all, it is my shyness that makes me a loner.Ó

ÒLooks like youÕll have to work on your own Janice,Ó Miss Rutherford commented, ÒSorry, but perhaps youÕll prefer it that way?Ó

ÒYes, Miss.Ó Janice answered automatically although mentally she visualised having a nice, kind, attentive, boy as a partner. At seventeen and a few months, sheÕd still not had a boyfriend, and her mother hardly allowed her out on her own and certainly would not have permitted her to attend those dens of iniquity, teenage discoÕs and parties. Hence, Janice quietly retired into her shell, did the work the teacherÕs expected, but hardly spoke to anyone, even her mother. Her divorced father came to her aid several times and overruled her motherÕs religious wishes but that only served to increase her isolation.

ÒIÕll make allowances for that when I grade your work, Janice, so donÕt worry on that score. Sit down now.Ó Much to JaniceÕs consternation, only a double desk at the front of the class remained free. She slumped in the seat and tried to make herself as small as possible while ignoring the giggles from the other students. Usually she sat inconspicuously at the back.

ÒLast year in this sixth form college, you did the Standard English Literature course, but for the next three terms we are going to try something different. I will set you a series of research projects on famous people or events or inventions and it will be your task to find the information on the subject you are given and write and illustrate it as though it were an article in a feature magazine or one of the Sunday supplements. Indeed some of you may try and sell your work andÉÓ

A knock on the door and the entry of a boy interrupted her speech. Ray Singleton, the collegeÕs star rugby player sauntered in like an actor about to make a dramatic stage entrance. All eyes stared at the blonde-headed, handsome lad. ÒIÕm sorry Miss, but the office made a mistake with my timetable and theyÕve had to put me in this class to get my quota of English.Ó His voice held no hint of an apology as he handed Miss Rutherford a few sheets of paper, which she studied for a few minutes before shocking Janice by saying he could partner her. For a few seconds her heart fluttered, but the look of disgust Ray gave her quickly turned to shame and once more she cast her eyes down and didnÕt see the envious looks the other girls gave her, and nor did she see the change in RayÕs expression when he saw the hurt heÕd caused.

ÒHi Jan,Ó he whispered when Miss Rutherford started her spiel again. Jan could only stutter a ÔHiÕ in response and tried to concentrate on what the teacher said and ignore the close presence of the Adonis next to her.

ÒWho the hell is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?Ó Ray exclaimed when the class turned over the cards Miss Rutherford had laid face down on their desks.

Amid the general hubbub that followed the reading of the cards, Janice absent-mindedly answered, ÒAmerican poet, 19th century I think. Wrote Hiawatha and stuff like that.Ó Turning to face him, she blushed when he looked closely at her, his face only inches away from hers.

ÒNever heard of him or Hiya-whatever either. Why couldnÕt she have given us an English sportsman? WeÕre supposed to write an article on a foreign poet and an old one at that? And I have to get at least a 70% to keep my place on the rugby team! They chuck us off automatically if our academic grades are not above that and my maths are weak so I need a good grade in this to pull my average up. YouÕd better pull your weight on this girl otherwiseÉÓ Ray left the threat unsaid but it caused tears to well in JanÕs eyes and she thought how much better it would have been if he, this star of rugby, this idol of most females, had not entered the room.

For the rest of the lesson, Miss Rutherford outlined ways her students should consider finding the information, how to interpret it in an interesting way and how to present it in a publishable form. Dutifully Janice took notes but virtually ignored her partner until the end of the session he calmly and arrogantly ordered, ÒYou find out what you can and IÕll do the same. Meet me in the Library at lunchtime on Monday. I donÕt have training that day.Ó

ÒIs that all youÕve done? Just pages of handwritten notes?Ó Ray exclaimed when they met, ÒThose notes are useless when weÕve to produce a printed output at the end. YouÕll have to type them all into to a computer. What a bloody numbskull. Look, see what IÕve done.Ó Thrusting forward a few pages of information that heÕd downloaded from the Internet the previous evening, he tried to intimidate her into producing something more acceptable to him.

Tears flowed down JaniceÕs face as she gathered her papers and left the room. ÒIÕll do the piece myself, he can do the same. I wonÕt be able to get to AuntieÕs computer till she gets back from holiday,Ó she muttered.

ÒJanice and Ray, please see me at the end of school today and maybe we can sort out the problem you are having working as a team.Ó Earlier, Miss Rutherford spent some time looking over their individual work during her Wednesday session with the group, before making the request.

ÒI have a match tonight Miss,Ó Ray smirked.

ÒNot if I have a word with Mr. Mitchell you wonÕt,Ó Miss Rutherford countered to RayÕs shock.

ÒItÕs all her fault Miss, she wonÕt talk to me and doesnÕt produce anything that we can use in our presentation. Please donÕt stop me playing tonight.Ó

ÒActually Mr. Singleton, her ideas and the way sheÕs written it, are readable and interesting. Yours will do fine as an obituary but wonÕt capture readers attention and wonÕt score very highly with me.Ó Laughter erupted from the others. ÒBut if itÕs more convenient, IÕll agree to see you both in my office at lunchtime, say 12:30? You should have eaten by then.Ó

ÒI have a training session at lunchtime.Ó

ÒMy understanding of the situation is that you will not need to worry over training sessions if you do not pass this course,Ó Miss Rutherford commented icily and added, ÒAnd you need JaniceÕs help far more than she needs yours.Ó She let that sink in for a few moments while she looked at her class to quieten their comments before asking, ÒWill lunchtime be alright with you Janice?Ó

ÒYes, Miss,Ó answered almost inaudibly.

Project cooperation

Ray sat slumped in a chair in front of the teacherÕs desk waiting for Janice to arrive. She wasnÕt late but he hoped sheÕd be early so he could get hear at least a few minutes of the briefing for tonightÕs match. Finally, a tentative knock on the door. ÒCome in Janice, sit down please and if you donÕt mind, IÕll start with you.Ó Janice nodded. ÒI know from past experience with you in class, that you are extremely shy and I suspect that having to work with someone who considers himself a superstar, has increased that shyness.Ó Another nod. ÒForget the arrogant superstar business Janice, in this class you are more than his equal. He needs to listen to you but that also behoves you to talk to him. He is only another person, a boy of your age who, I agree, is gifted in many ways but that doesnÕt make him a better person than you.Ó Ray fidgeted in his chair but kept quiet. ÒHis main complaint seems to be that you have produced handwritten notes, notes which these days are not acceptable for publication, which is the ultimate aim of the course, and to me for grading. I know youÕve produced printed work before, has your computer gone down?Ó When Janice shook her head, Miss Rutherford went on, ÒThereÕs always the computers at school or the Library.Ó

ÒIÕm sorry Miss, Mother wonÕt allow me to have a computer at home,Ó she quietly stuttered the words but went on almost in one burst of breath, ÒIÕm also doing the IT course and I have to compile programmes which I can only do on computer and getting on to one at school is difficult and the Town Library only allows half an hour sessions. I use that time to do the IT work because I can only do it on computer. Normally, I use my AuntÕs computer several times a week but sheÕs on holiday and even if I could get into her house, mother wouldnÕt allow me to use it unsupervised. At home I had an old electric typewriter but the ribbon broke and the modelÕs too old to get a replacement, so IÕm back to a fountain pen. IÕm a good typist so it wonÕt take me long to smash in these notes when Auntie gets home. Sorry Miss.Ó

Slowly and gently Miss Rutherford teased the story from Janice. Her mother had very strict religious beliefs and would not allow a computer, TV, radio or any sort of music player, into her house and only her divorced fatherÕs court intervention granted her wish to take the IT course. With the lunch break almost at an end, Ray resigned himself to missing all of the match briefing but he now had a lot more respect for Janice and the difficulties she faced when doing any school work.

Only a few minutes before the start of the afternoon session, Miss Rutherford summed up the meeting. ÒIt seems that I couldnÕt have asked for a more dissimilar pair to work together, but, at this stage, IÕm not going to split you up. Each of you has strengths and weaknesses. Ray you are able to find the information on the Internet, and Janice, you have the ability to put in into a readable article. Provided you work together, you should do well. Janice, you will have to try and discuss the work with Ray and Ray, you will have to treat her with a little more respect. Now before the end of the day, I suggest you arrange a time when you can get together, quietly on your own and go through the project and sort out what goes in at least in outline form.Ó

ÒHow about my home after school tomorrow? You could use my computer while I use the laptop,Ó Ray offered as they walked the corridor to their form rooms.

ÒMother would never agree to my going to a house with a boy.Ó

ÒMy mother will be there. She doesnÕt go to work and it is rare that sheÕs out when I get in. IÕll ask her to phone your mother, you do have a phone?Ó

Jan nodded, ÒWe had to have it when grandma lived with us and was very ill.Ó She gave him the number.

ÒHow come you wanted that titless, dumb girlÕs phone number?Ó Sharon Kemp angrily asked Ray, ÒJaney told me you were called into RutherfordÕs office for a pep talk and afterwards you were very close. You trying to get into a virginÕs knickers?Ó

ÒNot likely, but I have to work with her to get a grade to keep my place on the team.Ó

ÒYeah, I bet. Remember, IÕm your girlfriend at the moment but youÕll look for another if you start fucking around, thereÕs plenty of other boys whoÕll be willing to take me out. YouÕre not the only one with a decent prick in his trousers.Ó

ÒJesus Sharon, IÕd want someone more attractive than Jan and I only got lumbered with her because of an office cock-up. SheÕs got nothing up top to get hold of and I bet her cunt is shrivelled up from not being used.Ó

ÒPerhaps thatÕs just as well because I doubt I would trust you at all with some of the other girls in that group.Ó

Ray mused that although she might arguably be the most attractive girl in his year, her demanding and bitchy nature meant that she was not the most pleasant one. Still they looked good together when they went to parties and restaurants and, she fucked well too.

ÒMrs. Griffiths? IÕm Myra Singleton, I expect your daughter has told you about the school project she has to do with my son, RayÉÓ

ÒWe do not speak about her schoolwork, not since her father had the court decide she could take subjects I strongly disagreed with.Ó

The reply momentarily stunned Myra but she went on, ÒWell they have to work on an English project and they have to do it together to get a pass mark. So far, Janice has only produced handwritten notes because, she says, she is not allowed a computer at home and there isnÕt enough time at the Library to get it done there and do her other work.Ó

ÒGod gave us a brain, we donÕt need computers and such trash assists the work of the devil.Ó

ÒMrs. Griffiths, I have no wish to see my son fail his course because of your beliefs. Ray has two computers and is willing to let Jan share so they can work together. I will be in the house and can chaperone them if that is what you are worried about.Ó She didnÕt say that her supervision was pretty lax and that she allowed Ray to take his girlfriends to his bedroom for sex. Even without this knowledge, JaniceÕs mother flew into a vitriolic tirade about the immorality of the school for making children of opposite sexes work together and only when Myra suggested she would contact her father, did she relent. The adverse publicity over the last court case remained in her mind.

Janice stood rigidly still, embarrassed and overwhelmed by MyraÕs enthusiastic hug-and-kiss greeting when Ray introduced her. Her mother hadnÕt touched her in friendliness for many years. ÒYou go up Ray while I warn Jan about you.Ó Her laughter took the sting out of the remark. ÒJan, I know my son will try and get into your knickers at some point,Ó the comment shocked and frightened Jan, ÒIf he tries to force you, scream and IÕll come running and make him very sorry. From what heÕs said, and what I can see, you are not one of the girls who will go to his bed willingly, but if he does persuade you, make sure he uses a condom. From speaking with your mother the other day, I doubt she will allow you to go on the pill so he must take other precautions. From the look on your face, no one has ever spoken to you about sex but if both parties are agreeable, I have nothing against him taking girls to his bed, but I will not let him force the issue. You understand what IÕm saying?Ó Jan nodded. ÒUp you go then and IÕll bring a sandwich and a piece of cake up in a few minutes.Ó Poor Jan had tears in her eyes from the unexpected advice and hospitality.

ÒI guess mother gave you the warnings about me,Ó Ray grinned, ÒShe means well but IÕve never raped any girl. Lets get to work.Ó Again Jan only nodded. ÒYou have to talk to me Jan, like Miss Rutherford said, IÕm not a mind reader.Ó Ray watched with some admiration as JaniceÕs fingers flew over the keyboard and typed up her notes while he scoffed the food his mother brought. Now they had two totally different articles to amalgamate into a presentable article. ÒMiss said yours was better than mine and having read what youÕve typed, it is a better story.Ó

After a stuttered start, Jan outlined her thoughts. ÒLongfellow wrote so much and did so many things that we would have to write a thick book to do it justice. I thought to take one of his poems and try to find out how he knew the things he wrote about. I chose ÔThe Song of HiawathaÕ because I liked the poem and the way it almost sings itself. If we can condense what you wrote on his life into two paragraphs, like they do on the flyleaf of a book, and examine one aspect of his work, we can reduce it to the article length like she wants. You have found some photos and engravings we can use to jazz it up a bit.Ó

ÒWhat did you mean, Ôit almost sings itselfÕ?Ó

Jan tried explain and looked shocked when Ray asked her to read a bit of it. After a very shaky start, Jan got into the rhythm and, with half closed eyes as though she knew the words by heart, she started,

ÒShould you ask me, whence these stories?

Whence these legends and traditions,

With the odours of the forest,

With the dew and damp of meadows,

With the rushing of great rivers,

And their wild reverberations,

As the thunder of the mountains?

I should answer, I should tell you,

ÒFrom the forests and the prairies,

From the great lakes of the Northland,

From the land of the Ojibways,

From the land of the Dacotahs,

From the mountain, moors and fenlands,

Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gar,

Feeds among the reeds and rushes.Ó

After a few more lines she stopped and commented, ÒHe must have known a great deal about the Indians and their way of life to write about them so cleverly. I wanted to try and find out how he gained that knowledge and how well he knew them. Sorry, IÕm boring you.Ó

ÒNo,Ó he assured her, itÕs a totally different way of looking at the article to mine. In truth, hardly ever hearing her speak let alone read in a lyrical way, her soft, musical voice entranced him.

ÒWeÕll need to research the Indian tribes and their ways of life and beliefs to see if they correspond with the poem. Can you find out what you can about them? IÕll check the reference library.Ó

Even when her aunt returned and Janice could, and did, use her computer, she still got together with Ray on a twice weekly basis because, ÒWe have to do it as a team,Ó she replied when asked. In truth sheÕd begun to enjoy the visits and Myra treated her like a daughter and gave her a cream that slowly cleared her facial spots. At night she fantasised about Ray being a boyfriend, but knew that would never be. He wanted a woman with tits and who would give herself to him for sex. She only dreamed about it and sheÕd blushed profusely when she accidentally clicked on a bookmark and one of RayÕs porn sites came up.

RayÕs thoughts rarely included Jan as a bed partner, but gradually he grew to like her as a friend and work partner. However, the two of them being together so frequently, annoyed Sharon, especially when he defended Jan against her. Several times Sharon tried to interrupt their work time at school and when this failed, she burst in on them at his house. Furious to find they were sitting close together, crudely she demanded, ÒRay, leave the dumb bitch alone and take me to bed. I need a good hard fuck and she can watch for all I care. She might even learn a thing or two about love and fucking.Ó

Fortunately Myra caught her before she fled the house. ÒIÕm not going to interfere in my sonÕs love life,Ó she told Jan as they sat over a cup of tea, ÒBut I doubt his relationship with Sharon will survive many more weeks. He or she will find someone else.Ó Jan knew the one he found wouldnÕt be her. Myra though, insisted she continue coming and working with Ray. ÒYouÕve done too much together to give it all up now, that would be a disaster for both of youÉ and I will miss you coming.Ó

Miss Rutherford praised their progress, although she rightly guessed, Jan sorted the information Ray found and put it into order. After another fortnight, she commented, ÒI didnÕt expect you to treat the subject in such an unusual way and with a little more polishing, it might be worth your sending it to a magazine.Ó

Three weeks later they completed the project and were awarded an A+ and great praise from their teacher. ÒAfter half-term, youÕll be given another project and I suggest you stay in partnership.Ó Janice mechanically agreed but she wasnÕt sure about it. Since the Sharon affair, although they worked well together, the bond that had begun to grow between them, melted and JanÕs shyness returned.

The accident

MyraÕs prediction proved correct and during the half-term break, Sharon found another boyfriend and over the following weeks, Ray had a succession of short-term relationships. Twice he invited Janice to watch him play rugby but each time she refused, saying she wasnÕt his girlfriend and in any case, she wasnÕt interested in sport, but the main reason being her mother and her refusal to allow her to go out with a boy. In her mind, all modern-day boys were lechers and disciples of the devil and only interested in trying to get innocent girls pregnant.

A week before Christmas, Ray had a prestige rugby match and again he invited her to attend but this time she used the bad weather forecast to refuse. In fact the game should have been called-off but, because of its importance in the league tables, the referee decided it could go ahead. The rain poured down continuously and by the end of half-time, the pitch, resembled a mud skating rink and the school coach vociferously suggested it should be abandoned but again, the referee decided it could continue. Ray slid into a tackle and four other players crashed helplessly into him, their studded boots smashing his knees and disfiguring his face as well as breaking several ribs and three fingers on one hand and severely lacerating the other. Being on the bottom of the pile, he came off worst not just from the tackle, but also from being stood upon when the others tried to get up. He wasnÕt the only player injured. Two other players had bad sprains and all had minor cuts and bruises and these led to the refereeÕs decision being examined in minute detail by the media and the rugby board.

Janice knew nothing of this until Myra phoned late that evening and despite asking to talk to Jan, her mother refused to call her down from her bedroom but she did agree to tell Jan. Immediately after hearing an abbreviated version of the accident, she donned her weatherproof coat, and, disobeying her motherÕs repeated and voluble orders to stay, walked to see Myra.

ÒGood God, Jan, you shouldnÕt have walked here in the dark and in this weather. If IÕd known you were coming IÕd have picked you up in the car. LetÕs get your coat off and make a hot drink, we can talk while I make it.Ó Janice could see Myra had been crying and her eyes teared up too, the tears fell more profusely when, Myra related the story and described the extent of RayÕs injuries. ÒHe wonÕt walk for months and heÕll probably get very depressed at not being able to play rugby again so please be there for him Jan. I doubt if any of his other girlfriends will visit him more than once. ItÕs a lot to ask, but he respects you and will listen to you whereas the others are more or less bed partners and status girls.Ó

They talked and cried until nearly midnight and Myra drove her home. ÒIÕll call round in the morning even if it means missing church,Ó Janice promised as they arrived at her home. With no lights on and the house in complete darkness, Myra waited while Jan knocked at the door. Her mother never answered the knock and when it became obvious Jan wouldnÕt get in, Myra took her back home with her. ÒSleep in RayÕs bed for the night and weÕll sort out the spare room tomorrow if there is a problem with your mother. YouÕll have to ignore the things you find in his room, but I washed and changed his sheets this morning so at least they are clean.Ó

Janice didnÕt sleep well. Her mind examined and re-examined the events of the past few months and Myra words, ÔI doubt if any of his other girlfriends will visit himÕ. Did that mean that Ray actually considered her a girlfriend? Or did she mean girl friend? Would she still be able to see him if her help wasnÕt wanted to keep his place in the team? How depressed would he get when the knowledge that his playing days were over? Would she just be second or third best because the other girls no longer wanted to be seen with him? She reviewed her position. Would her mother allow her into her home now that sheÕd defied her to go to a boy? She probably thinks IÕm pregnant already. What would happen to her if she couldnÕt go back home? SheÕd slept on the couch at her fatherÕs flat once but he really didnÕt have room for her to live with him. Similarly, her aunt lived in a one bedroomed flat and wouldnÕt be able to take her in. Would she be allowed to collect her clothes from home if she was put into care? She was probably too old for that anyway. At that moment she realised she probably had no home, no money and only the clothes she wore to come to MyraÕs. Despair overcame her and she wept.

ÒMove over Jan, we could both do with a good cry and a cuddle.Ó In the light from the landing Jan saw Myra in her thin nightdress come into the bedroom and felt her lift the duvet. Myra slid under the covers and pressed her buxom body tightly against JanÕs. Had she been given time to protest, Jan would surely have done so. Never before had she been nearly naked in bed with another person, man or woman, but she enjoyed the sensation and for a little while the two cried together, each with their own thoughts on the effects of RayÕs injuries and its implications to him and them. Slowly their tears became snuffles until Myra exclaimed, ÒHere grab a tissue and dry your eyes, weÕre not the ones who are hurt and we need to be strong for him. We must plan what to do for him – and for you,Ó she added after a pause, ÒWhat would you have done if I hadnÕt waited before driving home?Ó

ÒProbably spent the night in the gardening shed. I had to do that once before.Ó

ÒYouÕd have frozen to death on a night like this!Ó

ÒIt would have been GodÕs will according to the gospel of Mrs. Griffiths.Ó The statement shocked Myra because she believed the girl devout, but for the last few years and especially in the last few months when sheÕd been able to see a different way of life to her own, Janice silently rebelled against the preaching her mother forced on her.

ÒWill she let you into the house in the morning?Ó

ÒMaybe, maybe not, thatÕs one thing that worries me. If she doesnÕt then IÕm homeless and penniless. Dad might take her to court again but that will take timeÉÓ

ÒYou certainly wonÕt be homeless, not while we have a spare room. I wanted a daughter after I had Ray but it never happened and with my husband in Afghanistan, I doubt it will happen now. My biological clock is running out and I wouldnÕt want to go through the hassle of bringing up a baby at my age.Ó

For a long while they discussed JanÕs life and what the future might hold for Ray but with many unknowns, much was pure speculation.

ÒIÕll run you home after breakfast and IÕll come into the house to check that youÕre okay.Ó

ÒMother will be at Church until 11 oÕclock so we wonÕt get in until then. SheÕll know I didnÕt spend the night in the shed too and will have imagined my many misdeeds.Ó

The confrontation with her mother proved worse than expected. She hadnÕt intended letting Myra into the house, and several times asked her to leave. When Myra refused, she threatened to call the police to which Myra calmly replied, ÒGo ahead. Bring the police into it and explain why you left your seventeen year old daughter out in the cold and rain on a December night.Ó

This brought forth a torrent of abuse at the way Myra had corrupted her daughter and led her away from the paths of righteousness and into the sinful ways of the devil. ÒNever again will I allow her to visit you on the pretence of helping your son.Ó

ÒMother,Ó Janice interrupted more loudly and firmly that sheÕd ever done before, ÒRay is lying seriously injured in hospital and will need my help more than ever. I will not shirk my duty as a good Samaritan to help him.Ó She hoped bringing in a Bible story might help persuade her mother. It didnÕt.

ÒYou just want to be his whore, an unclean woman. I thought I had brought you up to realise that is all that men want of a woman. Now get to your room and you can stay there until this woman goes and I can deal with you properly.Ó

ÒIÕm too old for the strap Mother.Ó

ÒDo as you are told girl otherwise you wonÕt sit comfortably until the New Year.Ó

Horrified, Myra shouted, ÒThatÕs illegal, you canÕt hit anyone these days.Ó

ÒNot in the eyes of God. He knows how sinners should be punished.Ó

ÒPack your things Jan, you are coming to live with me and if this bitch objects, IÕll phone the police and have her put in jail for threatening violence. WhereÕs your room.Ó

Compared to RayÕs, JanÕs small, sparsely furnished bedroom, looked pristinely tidy. Tears ran down JanÕs face as she looked around at the room sheÕd lived in for so long and might never see again, then her eyes caught sight of the strap hanging behind the bedroom door and she started packing. Without a suitcase they piled JanÕs clothes and books on two blankets, folded the corners together and carried them to the car. For a teenager, she had a pitifully small amount of goods. Her mother shouted into the phone as they passed and they guessed she spoke with the priest at her church. He wouldnÕt arrive until they were well away.

Nurse

That afternoon Ray, still severely sedated, hardly recognised them but they could see the extent of his injuries from all the plaster, bandages, dressings, and the cuts and bruises that hadnÕt needed dressing. At least they were able to talk with the doctor and get a better idea of his future. ÒMost of his upper body injuries should heal perfectly in a month or two. There may be some facial disfigurement but weÕll try and correct that as much as we can without doing major cosmetic surgery. The main problem is with his knees and legs and further operations will be needed. So far weÕve put in replacements and a load of ironwork, some of which will come out later, but it is too early to say whether or not he will ever walk properly again. WeÕll do what we can, of course, but much will depend on his response to physio treatment later. HeÕs likely to have depressive problems too and that may be an area in which you can help. HeÕs gone from being a star player to a cripple and thatÕs something he will find difficult to adjust to.Ó

ÒWhat did you bring her for?Ó Ray asked when they visited the next day, ÒI wonÕt need her help now.Ó

ÒYes you will Ray, now more than before. You have to become the star of something else and to do that youÕll need qualifications and my help with getting them. At the moment, you just have to concentrate on getting better so that you can come home so we can look after you.Ó Jan smiled when he frowned and looked puzzled at her remark but she left it to his mother to explain.

Ray remained in hospital over Christmas and New Year but he came home mid-January. A few of his ex-girlfriends and team-mates visited him in hospital but none came more than twice and most visited only once. Jan went most days and when his spirit seemed low, she read passages from Hiawatha and other poems, which took his mind into another world away from his present predicament. To her surprise, on one occasion she had an audience of other patients listening in to her words.

Sitting around the fire one evening shortly after Christmas, Myra decided to give Jan her ÔmotherÕs talkÕ. ÒJan, please donÕt take this the wrong way, but when the clinic opens after the New Year break, I suggest that we go and have you put on the pill. You donÕt have to, but knowing my son, it might be safer if you were protected. That doesnÕt mean I am giving him carte blanche permission to have sex with you and you know he keeps condoms in his room, but it will be an insurance that you are safe if you decide, and I mean if YOU decide, to try it.Ó Myra put it as tactfully as she could and explained what might happen at the clinic. ÒYou are old enough to go on your own, but I doubt you would have the courage to do that, so IÕll come with you, if you wish.Ó Since then sheÕd thought a great deal about what it would be like to have a boyÕs prick, RayÕs, inside her but her enforced shyness from years of oppression prevented her from doing anything about it.

During the Christmas period, Myra and Jan cleared the spare room of accumulated junk and decorated it. To her amazement and a little consternation, Myra allowed her to choose the colour scheme, but it was all done by the time Ray came home. Not that it would have mattered, for the time being, not being able to climb stairs, the front room served as his bedroom. They expected the plaster on his legs to come off at the end of the month or early February and were considering installing a stair lift and the school had a fundraising campaign for this. Meanwhile Myra and Jan acted as nursemaids, Myra sponge bathed him and Jan helped cut up his food sat with him while she did her homework. Although he couldnÕt write properly she insisted he went through her homework with her and they discussed the next writing project. Most of the time Ray couldnÕt see the point of doing it but went along with it just to have her company and when his fingers healed sufficiently, he helped with the research. Worse, from his point of view, she went to his subject teachers and brought home the work he missed.

ÒTheyÕre bringing Mike and his troops home from their tour in Afghanistan this coming weekend Jan and they want the wives to be at the airfield to welcome them home. Big publicity thing really. Do you think you can handle looking after him for a couple of days?Ó Of course she could, but that would mean bathing him and whilst sheÕd caught glimpses of his prick, she hadnÕt yet seen it fully exposed as she would when she washed him. Yet, she couldnÕt refuse but did she really want to? Myra had been so good to her and longed for her husbandÕs return so she felt obligated to look after Ray although she had mixed emotions in doing so.

Myra left Friday morning and a neighbour called round a couple of times in the afternoon to see all was well until Jan arrived home from school. ÒI need to pee Jan, can you bring the bottle please.Ó SheÕd hardly put her books on the table and taken her coat off when Ray made the request but she gave him the bottle and started to leave. ÒYou have to put it in for me,Ó Ray grinned.

ÒNo I donÕt, you are perfectly capable of doing that with your left hand.Ó

ÒMaybe, but it would be a special treat if you did it and I bet it will be the first time in your life youÕve touched a boyÕs prick.

ÒI shouldnÕt, itÕs wrong.Ó

ÒSo said your mother, not mine.Ó Seeing her hesitate, he added, ÒPlease.Ó Still she hesitated. ÒYou have to pull my shorts down first and youÕll see everything tonight anyway when you give me my bedtime bath.Ó

Slowly, and flushed with the excitement building within her, she pulled the shorts down and revealed RayÕs semi-hard prick. ÒTake hold of it and put it in the bottle. It doesnÕt bite.Ó Gently she lifted it and placed it in the receptacle and when he didnÕt offer to hold the bottle she had to and then watch as he peed into it. ÒYou just give it a couple of shakes when IÕve finished.Ó Ray laughed, ÒNot like you girls needing paper to wipe dry.Ó Leaving his shorts down, she emptied and rinsed the bottle. They were still down when she returned.

ÒWill you do something else for me Jan, please. With my fingers still strapped together, I canÕt do it myself except left-handed and that isnÕt easy. Will you give me a hand job?Ó Having surreptitiously looked through some of the magazines she found in RayÕs bedroom during her time sleeping in there, she knew what he meant and realised he was pushing her toward having sex although, he was in no condition to do that yet but was a hand job perhaps the first step towards a blowjob? Did it matter? Perhaps it was time for her to find out why all those girls ended up in his bed. Slowly she rubbed his prick to full hardness and, under his instruction, increased the pace until his sperm spurted in the air and fell back on his legs and her hand. Flushed in the face, she grinned, pleased that she had performed and given him some satisfaction, pleased that she had pleased him. With a damp cloth she cleaned the mess, pulled up his shorts and told him to behave while she cooked dinner.

Bath time followed a similar pattern and with some tickling, became a little hilarious, but he coaxed another hand job out of her before she managed to get him into bed. Despite his pleadings, she obstinately refused to lie with him.

The sun shone on Saturday and the forecast predicted unseasonable warm weather with a high of 14C. ÒIÕm taking you out this morning,Ó Jan announced, ÒItÕs time you had some fresh air in your lungs. WeÕll just have a look round the shopping centre and IÕve enough money for an ice cream or something. Perhaps ice cream in January isnÕt the thing but weÕll go and see what else there is.Ó Ray protested that he didnÕt want to be seen in public but Jan, for once, insisted and even threatened to withdraw the hand jobs for the rest of the weekend. Well wrapped up, she pushed him the half-mile or so to the shops and into the comparative warmth of the centre.

ÒHey, look whoÕs here! Howya doing mate? DoesnÕt look as though youÕre ready for the match this afternoon, but maybe next season.Ó Two of RayÕs rugby teammates showed up with their girlfriends and exchanged greetings and for the first time that she could remember, they included Jan in the conversation especially when Ray called her his bully of a nurse. Two more of the team joined them and they all decided the ice cream parlour was a good idea. Soon the conversation around the table became a little risquŽ especially when they found out the nurse had to wash him Ôall overÕ but, although Jan blushed frequently, there was no malice in the remarks.

In good humour, Jan, accompanied by her new-found friends, pushed Ray out of the parlour only to be confronted by her mother. ÒSo!Ó her mother screamed, attracting the attention of all the passers by, ÒMy so innocent daughter is now a whore to all the team. Disgusting little hussy.Ó

Judith French, the big girlfriend of one of the boys, stepped in front of her. ÒTake that back you mean old bitch. Jan is doing a good job as a nurse to Ray and heÕs in no state at the moment to fuck your daughter or any other girl for that matter. Jack certainly hasnÕt fucked her and I doubt Sarah will have allowed Pete to do so either, so keep you accusations to yourself and leave them well alone. It will be months before Ray is better but at least Jan has lifted his depression a little and sheÕs far happier at school now sheÕs out of your fucking clutches. Leave her alone and go and fuck yourself.Ó Judith wasnÕt known for polite conversation. Flabbergasted and embarrassed at the turn of events, and surrounded by the boys, Mrs. Griffiths made her way through the onlookers only to find two security staff waiting to escort her from the premises.

Tears trickled down JanÕs cheeks as she realised that for the first time in her life, she had friends that would stand up for her and protect her, friends that sheÕd known for a very short time.

Myra phoned late on Saturday and Ray took the call on the portable phone while Jan tried to wash and ready him for bed. She heard him relate the events of the morning and how his mean nurse made him go out in the cold, but at one point, she heard him acknowledge that heÕd had a good time. ÒMother wants to speak with you, probably to tell you off for the way you treated me,Ó he grinned as he handed over the phone.

After the usual greetings and comments on what Ray told her, Myra went on more seriously, ÒThereÕs a parade and afterwards a reception for us organised by the local bigwigs in the town hall tomorrow evening so we wonÕt get away until Monday, can you cope with him until then? Get Mrs. Grant to look in on him during the day. If the traffic is okay, we should get home around 5 oÕclock.Ó

Jan thought for a moment and said loudly enough for Ray to hear, ÒI donÕt think we need to impose on Mrs. Grant again, this mean, sadistic, bully of a nurse will push him to school on Monday. He might not be able to do much work, but he might learn more than he will from the magazines he reads.Ó Myra laughed and said to hand the phone back to her son where she told him to do what the mean nurse said otherwise thereÕs be trouble when she got home.

She really had to bully him to get ready on Monday and the class was already seated when they arrived. At first she had difficulties with the spring-loaded fire doors, but a prefect, seeing her predicament, came to her rescue and opened and held all the doors for her. Once again, she thought that a month or two back, that would never have happened. A round of applause greeted their entry into the form room. ÒIs he really fit enough to come back to school Janice?Ó Mr. Miles asked.

ÒNo Sir. He canÕt do much except sit around but this mean, sadistic nurse couldnÕt leave him at home alone, so she brought him along so she didnÕt miss a lesson.Ó She almost surprised herself with the answer and again wondered at the changes in her since sheÕd been away from her mother. More merriment followed by questions on his health and what he could do until the bell for first lesson went.

ÒDo you need an escort?Ó A boy, who would not have even glanced at her before Christmas, now spoke and offered help. Admittedly since Myra had taken her to the hairdressers, and the spots on her face had cleared and the clothes she wore were more fashionable, he and a few others had taken an interest in her, even though her tits remained the same diminutive size.

ÒYes, please,Ó she answered politely and thereafter, she never opened a door.

Midway through third period science Ray whispered, ÒJan, I really do have to go to the loo.Ó When Mr. Coltrain paused, she stood and asked permission to take her patient to the toilet. The teacher raised his eyebrows but Jan went on, ÒSorry Sir, itÕs a side effect of the pills.Ó

ÒDo you need a hand?Ó one of the girls giggled.

ÒNo thanks, I can handle it on my own.Ó With the class erupting into laughter, Jan blushed deeply when she realised what sheÕd unwittingly said and quickly left the room. The rest of the day passed relatively uneventfully except that several students asked Ray if she handled it properly.

The outburst

Mike Singleton stood tall and straight, looking every inch a captain in the army. When Myra introduced him, Jan could not but admire the handsome man resplendent in his uniform and she wondered if Ray would grow to be like him or if the accident would affect his growth too. ÒSo this is the ornery nurse,Ó he laughed when he picked her up and gave her a hug and kiss, ÒHavenÕt you been feeding her Myra? SheÕs as thin as a rake.Ó

ÒWell I hope IÕve cooked enough for you Sir,Ó Jan stuttered almost reverting to her old habit.

ÒSir is for the army, at home IÕm Mike or Dad if you like.Ó With that remark she felt that she was indeed, part of the Singleton family and the feeling was reinforced when they drew her into the conversation at the dinner table.

She left them alone during the evening, claiming homework but her mind wasnÕt completely on her work and when she joined them later in the evening and Myra suggested it was time to put Ray to bed, he piped up, ÒItÕs okay Mum, Jan can handle it!Ó Ray repeated the story of her earlier gaff to Myra and MikeÕs amusement.

On her return home from school on Friday, Mike greeted her with a cheerful, Hi Jan, MyraÕs gossiping round PeggyÕs but said sheÕd be back to start dinner at 4:30. We took Ray to the hospital this morning and they removed the straps and splints from his right hand so he can use that again although his fingers will be stiff for a while. TheyÕve given his exercises to do and think in a week or two, both hands will be more or less normal.Ó

ÒThatÕs great,Ó Jan grinned as she walked light-heartedly into RayÕs room and when he held his hand to show her she teased him, ÒThatÕs good news Ray, now you wonÕt need my hand-jobs and you can start school again on Monday.Ó

RayÕs attitude and demeanour immediately changed. ÒWhat gives you the right to tell me what I should do? YouÕre only an interloper in this house, sponging on my parentÕs goodwill to get away from your bitch of a mother. You pretend to help me but really you just want to control what I do. IÕm not going to school again, EVER. No, I wonÕt need your feeble hand-jobs. After all this time, thatÕs all you do. Never have you gone further, never have you even given me a glimpse of your body, never have you allowed me to feel your apologies for tits. You have no idea what a man wants, you frigid cow. I donÕt needÉÓ Sobbing, Jan rushed from the room, bumping into Mike as he entered the doorway. She didnÕt pause on the way to her bedroom.

ÒRay,Ó Mike angrily turned to his son, ÒI never expected a son of mine to be so stupid and say such cruel, untruthful things to anyone, let alone to a girl who has done so much to help you. If you are half the man I expect you to be, youÕd best think of ways of getting her back. SheÕs not one of the girls you bring home for a quick fuck or two. And for your information, after only knowing her for a week, I consider her my daughter and I know your mother does too. Think about it, and think carefully.Ó

He phoned Myra while he made a pot of tea and took it to JanÕs room, knocked but not getting an answer, pushed the door open on went in. Jan sat sobbing in front of her dressing table mirror but hardly moved or looked up when Mike cleared a space to put the tray down and drew up a chair. ÒIÕll leave as soon as I can find somewhere,Ó she said almost inaudibly.

ÒNo you wonÕt. No daughter of mine is going to leave home because of a few angry words my son said. In any case it would break MyraÕs heart to lose you now. Let me make it clear to you as I did to Ray, you are part of this family and weÕll stick together through this. You are not sponging on us, you are helping us and helping Ray too if only he would realise it.Ó Not knowing what else to say for the moment, Mike pulled Jan close and held her while she continued to sob.

Myra popped in minutes later and Mike outlined what happened. ÒI only tried to joke with him but he took it the wrong way,Ó Jan whispered through her tears. Myra signalled for Mike to leave them and gradually eased the full story from her. ÒHe seems resentful that I havenÕt got into bed with him. Will it help if I do that?Ó

ÒNo Jan, donÕt do that until you really want to. To do so just to please him or to worm your way back into his life, will start you on a downward spiral and heÕll lose all respect for you as a person. YouÕll be no different to the SharonÕs and KellyÕs heÕs brought home. If and when your relationship develops again, and you feel comfortable in sleeping with him, do so.Ó

ÒHe hates me so much that it will never happen now. I liked him a lot but nowÉÓ

ÒIÕm not convinced that he actually hates you, and IÕm hoping it is just an overreaction to going back to school and unable to play and train like he has since junior school. Dry your eyes and come and help prepare the meal and weÕll let him stew on his own for a bit.Ó

Mike arranged it like a military court-martial with Jan and Myra sitting either side of him facing Ray. Ray looked very shamefaced and Jan could barely lift her eyes from the floor. Over dinner theyÕd discussed what to do. Mike took RayÕs meal to him on a tray and didnÕt wheel him to the dining room table as normal and during the discussion, in officer mode, he strongly advocated the situation be dealt with immediately and before it had chance to fester. Myra would have left things and hoped they would heal themselves but bowed to her husbandÕs wisdom. Jan hardly said anything except she opposed Mike when he advocated some form of punishment and said she thought it would worsen the situation.

ÒI was very ashamed of you Ray, when I overheard the nasty and totally untrue things you said about Jan. From the letters and emails I had whilst abroad and from what I have seen here, since she came into your life, sheÕs tried to help you and freely given her time to do so even if it meant working late in order to get her own work done.Ó

ÒI was the one who had the accident, IÕm the one who will be crippled for life, IÕm the one who will never play again and probably never get a job. SheÕs benefitted from that, not me!Ó

ÒRay, as a soldier IÕve seen far worse in juries than yours and as yet we donÕt know if you will be crippled for life. Your injuries are visible and people can see them and sympathise with you. What you said to Jan, hurt her deeply and may well leave scars, scars that are not visible, scars that will not evoke sympathy or understanding. What you have to do is examine the cards you have been dealt and the play them to the best advantage. Even after what you said to her, Jan says she will help you if you still want her help. For your behaviour I wanted to give the equivalent of what in the army they call ÔjankersÕ. Doing things like peeling potatoes and other chores but she disagreed and thinks the time would be better used in studying and trying to catch up with work youÕve missed. The fact that she suggested going back to school seems to have triggered your outburst, but she is right. Now more than ever, you need to get qualifications. Do you think I didnÕt have to study when as a teenager I wanted to be out? Do you think I havenÕt had to study since? I have to do it all the time to keep my job and advance my position. As yet, youÕve no idea what you want to do but almost all careers require a good grounding in the basic subjects and these days, computer studies as well and not just surfing the net to find porn sites.Ó Mike paused, ÒIn the time since it happened, IÕm sure youÕve thought about what you said, do you still think the words were true?Ó

With wet eyes, Ray looked up and slowly shook his head.

ÒYour next decision is to decide what you are going to do about it. The answer to that must come from you. We can forcibly persuade you to apologise and recant the words but, unless they come from your heart and you really mean them, they are worthless. Go back to your room now and think and make your own decision. Whether you decide today or next week, it doesnÕt matter, as long as you feel youÕve made it and made it for the right reasons. YouÕre free to join us here later if you wish or stay in your room, just as you have been until this evening.Ó

ÒIÕm so sorry, RayÉ I thought I wasÉÓ Jan ran to her bedroom.

Janice sat moping in her room, alternately crying and trying to cheer herself up. Finally she decided to get ready for bed and hope sleep would wipe the torment going on in her brain and had just climbed in when the familiar ding-dong on her computer announced the arrival of an email. This surprised her as it had only recently been set up and few knew her address. <Please come and talk with me Jan. IÕd come to you but I canÕt manage the stairs yet> From the header she already knew it came from Ray.

After reading and re-reading the words many times and wondering what he could possibly say that would redeem the situation, Jan decided that if she didnÕt go, she would worry about it all night. Donning her heavy dressing gown, she crept downstairs, grateful that Mike and Myra were in their room and would not see her and ask questions that she didnÕt want to answer at this time. Tapping softly on his door, she went in. Ray sat up in bed.

ÒIÕm sorry JanÉÓ Ray held out a coloured envelope, ÒPlease read thisÉÓ

ÔMiss Janice GriffithsÕ she read on the outside. ÒVery formal,Ó she thought and took out the letter inside.

ÒIÕm sorry about the writing Jan but my fingers still wonÕt let me hold a pen comfortably. Please read it and then maybe we can talk about things.Ó Whatever the letter said, Jan knew heÕd gone to a lot of trouble to write it. Even when fit and well, Ray rarely wrote anything by hand. With a shaking hand she unfolded the paper and read:

ÔDear Janice,

I, Raymond Singleton, do hereby unreservedly and fully apologise for my behaviour and the unkind and untrue things I said earlier. You have been a Godsend to me since the beginning of last term and especially so, since my injury. I can only say that I am very sorry for the pain and unnecessary suffering that I caused you and ask that you try to forgive me.

All I can say in my defence is that the thought of returning to school in a wheelchair and having to meet my friends and team mates who are still fit, depresses me greatly but as father pointed out, I must face it and see it as another challenge in my life.

Please say you will forgive me Jan and help me to find a way to resume our friendly relationship.

Yours sincerely,

Ray XXXXXXÕ

Jan read the letter twice but had no idea how to respond. Words wouldnÕt come but, on impulse, she leaned over, clasped him in a tight hug and, for the first time, kissed him fully on the lips. Just as suddenly she released him from her grasp and fled the room.

In bed, she read the letter so many times she could recite it from memory, but could come to no definite conclusions as to the implications and ramifications of the words. In her heart she knew there was a grain of truth behind the harsh words. She accepted the hospitality of the SingletonÕs and thought she gave them something in return, but was it enough to pay for the huge amounts theyÕd spent on her? All the new clothes and her new computer all cost much more than her mother would have spent in several years and, as well, they gave her a room of her own. ÒAm I a cold frigid bitch?Ó She didnÕt think so, but certainly she wasnÕt able to give in to her feelings and allow him full sex like his other girlfriends had. ÒI got a warm wetness in my vagina when I gave him the hand-jobs and I climax when I play with myself but am very reserved about going further. I havenÕt even attempted the blowjob that he wants and IÕve never allowed him to touch me. Myra said not to give in to him just to return to him but perhaps I should?Ó

Sleep never came, neither to her or Ray, who wrestled with similar problems and the additional one of what to do with his life. He dreaded sitting at a desk and studying but if his father could do it, so could he. He knew the army sent his father on numerous courses to keep up to date with new equipment and wondered if heÕd have to do the same. Then there was Jan. Did he want her as a girlfriend or someone to fall back on until he could get someone more attractive? ÒSheÕs much better looking now than she was, itÕs mainly her skinny body and lack of tits that lets her down. But do I need a sex symbol? I havenÕt much to offer now and Jan cares for me, or at least she did. Does that kiss mean she still has feeling for me?Ó So he tossed arguments around in his mind and played with his prick, without coming to any conclusions in his mind or having an emission.

Reconciliation

Deciding she wasnÕt going to sleep at all that night, Jan got up, put on her dressing gown and crept downstairs, trying to tell herself it was only to get a drink from the kitchen. Inwardly she knew it was to visit Ray in bed in his room. In the kitchen she waited for ages, trying to pluck up the courage to visit Ray. ÒItÕs the only way youÕll resolve this,Ó she told herself time and time again, ÒHe canÕt have actual sex with you, but it might be nice to play a little. YouÕd have to give up some of your reserve first.Ó Nervously she walked to RayÕs door, quietly pushed it open and saw Ray open his eyes in surprise as she dropped the dressing gown to the floor and slid her pyjama-clad body under the duvet and close to his.

ÒWe need to talk,Ó she whispered, ÒBut first I need a cuddle.Ó A little over a month previously, she would never have thought of it but since staying with Myra and getting hugged frequently, sheÕd accepted it as a natural form of bonding. Ray couldnÕt easily move so Jan draped herself along his body and spread her legs outside his. As she slid her tall form down a little to bring her face level with his, his erection, barely covered by his shorts, nestled against her mound but she resisted her immediate reaction to move away. Instead she kissed him and soon his arms enfolded her closely to him and before long, one hand slid under the back of her pyjama trousers and massaged her bum. Again she resisted the temptation to pull away but he could feel her body become tense and decided that might be as far as he might go for the time being. After a long session of kissing and rubbing of their bodies, Jan rolled off and lay beside him. ÒDo you need a hand-job?Ó she whispered.

ÒYes, please, but a blowjob or a proper fuck would be better.Ó

ÒPatience Ray, one step at a time. For now let me give you a little hand relief.Ó

ÒCan I do the same for you? I know what to do and that is only one little step more.Ó

After the previous massaging by her mound, Ray came very quickly, almost before Jan had the tissue in place. ÒThanks,Õ he said softly when she threw the tissue in the bin, ÒNow itÕs my turn.Ó So saying he pushed his right hand inside her pyjamas and cupped and gently rubbed her sex lips before concentrating on her clitoris. For the first time in her life a boy touched her sexually and she wondered why it felt different to when she did it. Her body flushed with excitement and her cunt juices flowed until she too climaxed with a little cry.

They didnÕt have their talk because the both drifted off to sleep and didnÕt wake until Myra brought tea in and commented, ÒGood, you seem to have made it up. Breakfast in fifteen minutes so no monkeying around.Ó Jan blushed deeply but Myra only laughed, ÒGo and get yourself washed and dressed, IÕll deal with my son. MikeÕs quite capable of cooking bacon and eggs.Ó

ÒDid you sort your problems out? Myra asked Jan as Mike drove the whole family to the supermarket.

ÒNot really. Just enough to sort out that weÕre not enemies. I thought we might get together after the football match is over on TV.Ó

ÒMake sure you discuss his schooling and IÕll try and arrange a meeting with the principal to see what arrangements can be made for wheelchair access to the classes and perhaps to take some of the same classes as you so you can study together,Ó Mike interrupted.

The ÔtalkÕ degenerated into a cuddling session but they did make a list of the subjects Ray ought to take and a few optional ones that might be helpful to him.

That evening, while the parents went out to dinner at a restaurant and Jan washed him ready for bed, Ray asked, ÒWill you sleep with me again Jan?Ó

ÒAs long as you donÕt expect me to go further than we did last night. IÕm not certain about going all the way and youÕre not fit yet.Ó

ÒCan we sleep naked?Ó

ÒYou want to see my scrawny body?Ó He nodded.

ÒNo promises on that.Ó In the end she agreed to remove her pyjamas after they were in bed and Ray made the most of the opportunity by suckling her small tits and fingering her mound until she came. When her turn came to play with him, she managed to keep him on edge until he spurted and much of his spunk ended in or on her hands.

ÒTaste it Jan, then youÕll know what to expect when you give me a blowjob.Ó Actually she wiped most of it off before licking a tiny amount and finding it fairly tasteless.

From then on JanÕs sexual education proceeded at a rapid pace. A little after 4 a.m. Ray reached across her and fumbled to find the urine bottle and, of course, woke her. She turned on the light, and forgetting sheÕd taken off her pyjamas, pushed the duvet back in order to position the bottle for him. ÒThanks Jan, and thanks for the show,Ó Ray grinned.

ÒWell I guess you had to see me sometime, I just hope you donÕt think IÕm too repulsive looking.Ó

ÒCertainly not, itÕs not what you have but what you do with it,Ó Ray joked as she placed the bottle safely on the cabinet and leaned over to wipe his half-hard penis with a tissue. Seeing the opportunity, Ray flipped her legs either side of his face and pulled her until he could lick her mound and suck her clit. At first she tried to protest but the very pleasant sensation his tongue produced, quickly overcame her objections. SheÕd been forced to lie lengthways down his body with her face directly above the prick sheÕd just wiped. ÒYou could do the same for me,Ó he suggested.

Having handled his prick a good number of times now, she knew he wanted a blowjob. ÒShould I deny him?Ó she asked herself knowing her climax was well on the way. ÒNo, that wouldnÕt be fair and I can stop before he spurts.Ó Tentatively she kissed the hardening prick and hesitantly sucked the end before allowing it further into her mouth. Ray groaned and she knew he enjoyed it especially when he tried to force it further in her mouth by lifting his buttocks, a task she knew caused him pain. She too enjoyed the feel of his prick and the power she had over him, or at least over the part of him enclosed and fully engorged in her mouth. Suddenly she felt her mouth being filled with his semen. It wasnÕt the hot powerful spurts she read about, but a somewhat tasteless gel. For a short while she left it there and kept his softening prick there too while RayÕs tongue brought her to a climax. By then most of it had made its way down the throat and the remainder wasnÕt worth spitting out. ÒThat wasnÕt as unpleasant as I thought it would be,Ó she thought as she moved to lie alongside him again and get another hour or two of sleep before breakfast.

However, they both woke again about 7 oÕclock, cuddled and kissed and talked about what happened earlier. During the cuddling, Jan found herself laying on top of Ray with her thighs either side of his and his erection touching her mound. With her vagina flowing copious amounts of lubrication from the foreplay, both knew she only had to ease down a little and his prick would easily enter the opening. A major step as far as Jan was concerned. Slowly and carefully, Ray rubbed the end along her slit and over her clit, trying to sway her decision without actually asking her. He stopped with the head at her opening and to his delight, felt the head enter but without the use of his legs he couldnÕt force the issue. Jan had full control.

Her decision wasnÕt an easy one. Several times her mind flashed back to her motherÕs preaching and the immorality of it, but how could it be so immoral when the pleasure was so great? And why did God make it that way if he didnÕt want us to delight in it? Firmly she thrust her mother from her mind once more and slowly pushed down until the prick head contacted her hymen. From what sheÕd heard from other girls and from reading, she believed the best way to burst it was to give one hard sharp push. ÒAaagh!Ó she cried out as the sharp pain when through her but it passed fairly quickly and she began to work herself on his prick until pleasure returned and sometime later she orgasmed a short while before he shot his load into her. She collapsed on top of him and started crying.

For a while Ray couldnÕt find out why but eventually she muttered, ÒNow youÕve taken my virginity, I suppose youÕll want to get rid of me for something better.Ó

Clasping her tightly for a short while, he answered, ÒNot for a few thousand more fucks at least,Ó he tried to joke.

ÒAt one a day, three thousand would last about nine years, ten at the most, will you look for someone else then?Ó

Ray had no idea if her mental arithmetic was correct or even if theyÕd be together after one year but said, ÒNo one can tell how things will work out Jan, but for the foreseeable future, you are my girl.Ó

ÒYou two will sleep in your own beds tonight,Ó Myra said sternly at the breakfast table, ÒWe canÕt have you keeping the whole road awake each night.Ó Jan blushed furiously, Mike laughed and then Myra did too. ÒTomorrow is a school day for both of you.Ó She emphasised the ÔbothÕ for RayÕs benefit, ÒWeÕll try and get an early appointment with the headmaster and see what he can sort out regarding your being timetabled together and what lessons you can access with a wheelchair. YouÕll have to miss some because of physio appointments and when the plaster comes off your legs so youÕll have a good deal of work to make up.Ó

ÒAnd I shall expect to see good reports from both of you and I know that will place a burden on Jan because she will have her work and IÕve no doubt sheÕll help you too,Ó Mike added.

At the end of the school year in June, they set off for weekÕs holiday at a sports camp for the disabled in Wales. It wasnÕt JanÕs idea of a fun week but she hoped it would give Ray back some of his esteem and give him a little reward for working during the school year. Jan drove her little hatchback car with the rear seats permanently down to take the wheelchair, on her first long trip since passing her driving test and getting the car. Through Mrs. Rutherford she sold the article on Longfellow to a prestigious magazine and then wrote and sold several others. Myra would not accept any of the money, ÒYouÕre my daughter and it is up to me to look after you until you actually start a proper job and earn a real wage,Ó she avowed so Jan put the money towards driving lessons that would enable her to take Ray out and save Myra, or Mike when on leave, becoming a taxi service. It took two attempts and a change of driving instructor for her to pass but when she did, Mike bought the car from a mechanic on his station and for the last month sheÕd used it to ferry Ray to school and back.

Since RayÕs return to school, it became an everyday sight to see Jan pushing him from one lesson to the next although he could and, often did, wheel it himself. Being a little possessive, she preferred to wheel him to ensure other girls did not flirt and try to take him from her. Some were now taking an interest in him again since his appearance had improved and it became known that he could fuck again. Long ago sheÕd lost the title of Ôornery nurseÕ to become ÔMatronÕ, a nickname that stuck. Ray could walk short distances with the aid of sticks and they hoped that as his physio work progressed and he walked more, so the distance and speed would improve. As expected she obtained very good grades but Ray didnÕt do too badly considering all the time he missed through hospital visits.

Myra enforced the Ôno sleeping together before school daysÕ rule and insisted they did their homework at regular times that would not mean late nights for her son. Now stationed in England, Mike managed to get home for a long weekend at least once a month and, like his wife, took a fatherly interest in their progress and their relationship. He knew theyÕd had several minor fights, especially during RayÕs bouts of depression brought on by his seemingly slow progress to recovery. Always though, they made it up and the fights had grown less in the last month or two.

Now, as she drove steadily along the motorway, she could only wonder at what her life would have been like if Ray hadnÕt belatedly entered the classroom during the first lesson of the course last September.

Finis